Viktor’s heart skipped a beat the moment his honeyed eyes fluttered open on that cool, spring morning. The sight of your lovely, sleeping face bathed in the early, golden sun rays seeping through the window as you lay next to him in the mattress was mesmerizing. You resembled a mystical being from one of those fairy tales children loved so much.           “Breathtaking,” he spoke in a quiet tone.           In your sleep, you draped your arm around his waist, making his stomach flutter and cheeks flush. The pristine blanket slipped down below your chest, revealing your naked skin. And upon seeing one of your round breasts, his blush deepened, reaching his neck and the tip of his ears as passionate memories of the previous night sparked in his mind like fireworks. With careful hands, your lover pulled up the blanket covering your nakedness as he revelled in the precious memories of intimacy shared between the two.           Viktor had never been one to care for sleep, or for his health in general. And at that time of the morning, he would usually be found at the lab working on some of his creations, dark bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. Yet, his behaviour changed drastically ever since he met you, and that morning was special. It was the first time in months —maybe even years— that he had a full night’s sleep and you were the one to blame.           He could still feel the warmth of your skin against him as you showered him with love and praise, and he could still hear your breathy moans of his name as you came undone on top of him. You were the only person he had ever gotten so close to, and you were the one who had taught him what love, trust and unconditional support truly were. He was still learning how to take proper care of himself, though. But in due time, he would, of that you were sure.           As he got lost in his thoughts, he absentmindedly brushed your brow with the pad of his finger, as if memorizing its shape and texture. Then, he proceeded to gently caress your cheek, before tracing your jawline. His touch was gentle and tender as though he were caressing the fragile petals of a flower. Finally, he brushed your lower lip with his thumb, staring at it with longing in his gaze, yet he was too shy to press a chaste kiss to your lips, so he simply kept staring at you as his mind wandered.           “If you’re not going to kiss me, I will,” you said quietly, taking a hold of his wrist.           Startled, he let out a hushed, high-pitched yelp. “I-I, uh, good morning, dear.”           Your eyes fluttered open and you were graced by the sight of a very flustered Viktor who was now avoiding your gaze. “Morning, Vik.” You giggled softly, pressing your lips to his wrist in a quick peck before letting go. “Well?”           Confused, he met your gaze. “Yes?”           “Aren’t you going to give me a good-morning kiss?” You pursed your lips into an adorable pout, making his heart pound so fast that for a moment he wondered if he was ill.           “I-I-I,” he stammered before taking a deep breath and clearing his throat in an attempt to regain some of his composure. He worried his lower lip between his teeth before slowly and hesitantly leaning in to finally capture your lips in a brief, loving kiss.           “I love you,” you susurrated against his lips as you threaded your digits through his cafe-coloured locks.           His heart melted like butter at your sugary words and he purred, “I love you, too (y/n).”           Wrapping you in his arms, he pulled you impossibly close to him as he kissed you again, only this time, the kiss was longer than the first as he tried to convey his pure feelings for you in that one loving act.

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          “You alright, love bug?” Itto grunted in your ear as he kept on thrusting his hips at a relentless pace. “Your little hole keeps on gripping onto me.” He let out a sound that resembled a chuckle mixed with a groan.           You were too lost in ecstasy to form a coherent sentence, so you simply hummed in reply. Arataki, the God of Sex, Itto chortled boisterously before pressing a wet, tender smooch to your cheek.           “Look at you,” he growled, pressing his back further against you as he reached deeper inside you with every single vehement snap of his hips. “You’re moaning and drooling like an excited mutt,” he teased, gently nibbling your earlobe. “You’re so cute and tiny… like a lil’ mite.” His uproarious laughter was cut short when your warm and needy walls clenched pretty hard around his cock and he let out a choked moan. “W-wait, wait! If you keep doing that, I’ll, I’ll—” Itto’s pace quickened and his thrusts became erratic. Animalistic growls dribbled down his lips while your wanton moans rang in his pointy, oni ears. After a few more sloppy slaps of his hips against your rear, the two of you reached your high in unison.           Your mind went completely blank as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your entire being. The only thing your weary mind could focus on, as you struggled to regain your breath, was your lover’s annoying yet lovable laughter.           “Woo, that was great!” he beamed. “Ready for a second round, lil’ mite?”

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         “Mmm, Violet,” you moaned softly, voice groggy with sleep, as she peppered tender kisses over the delicate skin of your neck.          A hushed chuckled left her lips as she snuggled up against you; her bare body was flushed against yours. “If you keep saying my name like that, I will consider having you for breakfast.” She gently threaded her fingers through your dishevelled hair. “Morning, sunshine~”          You wrapped your arms around her, tenderly tracing every single scar on her back with the pad of your digits. “Morning, love.”          She purred contentedly and placed a kiss on your jaw. “You hungry? I can make something for you.” She flashed you a wide, sweet grin.          You raised an eyebrow at her, staring at her with feigned disbelief. “You cook?”          Your teasing words earned you a scoff from her as her eyebrows furrowed. “‘Course I cook… I manage,” Vi mumbled the last two words.          “That so? Then, I’d love to try your cooking, sweetie,” you cooed, easing her scowl with a tender rub of your index finger.          “Sweetie?” She made a face of utter disgust.          “Chickadee? Pumpkin? Sweetheart? Princess? Queen? Goddess—?”          Covering your mouth with one of her hands, she huffed, “Stop, stop, stop! None of those is any better,” she complained.          You stared fondly at her, noticing the faint blush colouring her cheeks and could not help but laugh wholeheartedly.          “What’s so funny?” She shot you an unamused stare.          “Nothing, nothing.” You shook your head. “I love you.”          Her eyes widened for a moment before she averted her gaze as her cheeks burned a bright red. “L-love you too,” she mumbled, hiding her face in the crook of your neck.          At that moment, your stomach growled loudly. “So, about breakfast—”          “Forget it. I’ve changed my mind, I’m not cooking for you,” she stated grumpily, peeling herself off you.          “But I’m hungry,” you whined.          “Go make your own breakfast, (y/n)!” Despite her grouchy words, she ended up preparing a tasty breakfast for the two of you to share.

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          It was not the sunlight seeping through the barely open shōji that stirred you from your pleasant slumbers but the unbearable warmth emanating from your husband’s body, enveloping your form like gentle, passionate yet suffocating flames.           Kicking the sheets off you sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you whined sleepily, “How can you be so hot all the time?”           The sudden movement made him furrow his brows and stir a little in his sleep. Snickering softly, you gently eased the crease between his bushy brows with the pad of your index finger. Kyōjurō released a pleased sigh as you smoothed his golden locks.           Your lips quirked up into a smile as you admired the purple bruises that your lips sowed across his collar bones. The proof of his love was mirrored on your skin where love bites had blossomed across your chest and neck.           Your hands were absentmindedly roaming across his torso, nails gently grazing his nipples, as memories of the night before flooded your mind when a soft whine from your lover roused you from your reveries. You lifted a brow wondering if he was having a nightmare when your eyes roamed further south to be met by his hardening cock, visible under the blankets.           Your smile did not falter as you shook your head and scoffed: “Unbelievable.” Cupping his left cheek in your hand, you leaned down to press your lips against his. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”           “Ngh…” The moment his aureate eyes fluttered open, he captured you in his strong arms as his handsome face creased into a radiant grin. “G’morning (y/n)! Did you sleep well? Are you hungry? What do you want for breakfast? Can I have a morning kiss?” he beamed with his characteristic enthusiasm, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.           A soft chuckle rang delightfully in his ears as you nuzzled his nose with your own. “As excited as always. Good morning, Kyōjurō!” You pressed your forehead against him for a moment, staring deeply into his bright eyes before kissing him fully and sweetly on the lips.

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          Your knuckles tightly gripping the handrail turned white as Leonardo quickened his pace. One of his large palms was covering your mouth, muffling your moans. Your eyes, hazy with lust, were fixed on the full moon, illuminating the dark, indigo sky.           “Good girl,” he praised, “taking me so well.”           You could hear the classical music coming from the ballroom on the first floor, reminding you of all the guests that have attended the Halloween party hosted by Le Comte de Saint Germain. The same guests who could accidentally walk in on you and Leonardo on the balcony. The mere thought made your muscles tense.           “Relax, (y/n). No one will come here,” your lover assured you, patting your head tenderly with one hand. “It’s just you and me here,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear as he thrust deeper inside you, grazing your sweet spot.           Not even the soft voices of the men bantering outside the mansion could distract you from the mighty thrusts of your lover’s hips. A loud whimper fell from your lips as Leonardo playfully smacked your rear.           “What was that?” You could clearly hear Arthur from the balcony and you inwardly cursed yourself for making such a noise.           “Huh? I didn’t hear anything,” replied Theodorus.           “Keep it down, cara mia, unless you want those two to hear how good I’m making you feel.” Leonardo chuckled softly, giving you another playful smack.           You clenched hard on Leonardo’s cock, whimpering some incoherencies.           “Hm, what’s that?” He asked, paying close attention to your body. “You close?”           You nodded in response, digging your nails into the rail.           Leonardo groaned as your warm walls clenched around his pulsing cock again. “Go on, cara mia, give it to me.” He gave your earlobe a gentle nibble before tugging on it softly as he gripped your hips with one hand.           With another powerful snap of his hips, you came undone in his arms. His palm was not enough to prevent the wanton howls of pure ecstasy from spilling from your lips.           “Cazzo…” Leonardo cursed under his breath as the spasming of your walls tipped him over the edge.           “By Jove! Tell me you heard that!” Arthur exclaimed, searching for his drinking buddy’s azure eyes.           “Yes, I did...”           “What the blazes was that?” Arthur exclaimed in a panicky tone.           Theodorus’s tone was nonchalant. “Don’t know… Sounded like the lady of Le Comte’s story, though.”           “What!? That was a children’s story,” the British writer huffed.           “You know... now that I think about it, you match the description of her cheating husband. Maybe she mistook you for him and has come here to drag you to hell with her,” the dutchman teased.           “Ha… you’re joking, right?” Arthur had had one too many glasses of wine and was unable to think straight, so his friend was taking advantage of the situation.           Leonardo and you could hear Theodorus barking with laughter as he walked back inside the mansion.           “Theo, you’re joking, right?!” Arthur shouted urgently as he rushed back inside.           “Heh,” Leonardo panted, “You managed to scare them.” He chuckled, holding you in his arms as your wobbly knees gave in. “You did great, cara mia,” he whispered tenderly, fixing your costume. “Why don’t we continue this in my room, hm?”           You could only nod, as he swept you off your feet to carry you inside, finding comfort in the warmth emanating from his body and the familiar scent of his cigarillo. That night, Arthur was unable to catch a wink of sleep and the two of you were the ones to blame. 

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         “Julian, are you ready? We’re gonna be late,” you called as you heard him coming down the stairs.           Your husband smirked and replied, “Julian?” He made a dramatic pause behind you, fixing his jacket as you turned to face him. “I think you’ve mistaken me for somebody else, señorita. I am Don Julián!” He exclaimed, striking a sensual pose.           You pressed your lips together in an attempt to restrain the wide grin that was threatening to appear on your face at the glorious sight of your beloved in the flamboyant costume he was wearing. Yet, the moment Julian wiggled his eyebrows at you as he showed off his outfit, you ended up bursting into a fit of giggles.           He was wearing a traje de luces, the traditional clothing that Spanish bullfighters wore in the bullring. It consisted of a black montera hat, a short black jacket, a matching waistcoat and black, knee-length skintight trousers of silk and satin, lavishly beaded and embroidered in silver silk.           “So, what do you think? Sexy, right?” He flashed you a beguiling smirk, fiddling with his fake moustache that did not match his auburn hair.           “Verily, cariño. Especially that moustache.”           “Ohoho, cariño,” he repeated with a simper on his face. “I like how that sounds.”           “Is this why you’ve been asking me to teach you Spanish for the last couple of weeks?” You queried as your eyes examined the beautiful, handmade traje.           “Yes. I mean, sí!” His voice was purposely deeper every time he spoke in Spanish.           “You’re such a dork.” You chuckled sweetly, making his heart skip a beat. “Seriously, though… you look fantastic!”           “Why, thank you, querida.” He gave you a flirtatious wink, offering his hand to you. “Well, shall we get going?”           You hummed admiring how well the traje fitted him as you took his hand. “Why don’t you speak more Spanish to me, Julian. Your accent is lovely,” you purred, threading your digits through his auburn locks.           “Oh, you like my accent, huh?” Feeling proud of himself, his grin widened. “Well, I can shower you in praises all the way to the Palacio, mi amor. After all, you look absolutely stunning in that dress. How’s that sound?” He circled his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.           Twining your fingers with his, you spoke in a sultry tone, “I was thinking of having a private talk, maybe?”           “You— I— but… vamos a llegar tarde a la, uh…”           “Fiesta? Yes. We ARE going to be late for the party, Julian. But, honestly… the party won’t start till you walk in, bebé.”           “I… bebé?” He melted at the nickname.           “Now, why don’t you take that hat off and—”           Your husband let out an offended gasp. “It’s not just a hat. It’s a montera.”           You chuckled at his dramatics. “And off it goes!” With a snap of your fingers, the montera was surrounded by magic and sent flying to the counter of your shop.           “W-what’s gotten into you?” He let out a nervous laugh, feeling his cheeks aflame.           You shrugged your shoulders, “I can tell you who’s gonna get in me, tho.” You wiggled your brows, exactly the way he did before, flashing him an enticing and naughty grin.           “Dammit, (y/n)! Use me, ravish me, love me...” he bit his lower lip, tightening his grip on you.           “Te voy a amar por siempre, Julian,” you susurrated to him, your lips barely grazing his.           “Oh, (y/n)...” he let out a shaky breath. “I’ve never told you about this before, but when you speak Spanish... it really drives me loco.” He let out a seductive growl before claiming your tantalizing lips in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.           “Mi amor...” The words softly rolled off your lips like a breathy moan.           It was a miracle that the two of you did make it to the party, albeit rather late.

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          One of your hands gently toyed with his nipple as the other was wrapped around his twitching cock. Clavis let out a contented sigh and leaned his head back, pressing it against yours while melting in your arms. The tension that had built up during the day was slowly fading away as he revelled in the warm water on the tub and the delightful, scented candles.           “Who’s the cute little rabbit now, Lulu?” you quipped playfully, purposely using the nickname that would make his cheeks turn red.           “Hahaha. That’d still be you, my sweet little bunny.” In spite of his words, he had to admit that coming home to you after a long, exhausting day of fighting off Obsidianite soldiers from the border with Chevalier was rather nice. Being caught in your clutches, for a change, felt deliriously good, but he was not going to admit that so easily.           A soft, high-pitched moan broke free through his parted lips when you peppered feather-light smooches and nibbles across his shoulder and the back of his neck as you pumped his shaft. He was perilously close to hitting his high and you were well aware of that.           “That so?” You released his member just in time to deny him of his orgasm and you spoke, “Well, we should get out before we get all pruney.”           Your lover made a sound that resembled something between a whine and a displeased moan. “Wicked woman,” he hissed with a smile of amusement plastered on his face.           “What have I done?” You feigned innocence as you caressed his inner thighs.           “Oh, you know exactly what you’ve done.” He chuckled, holding one of your hands and bringing it to his lips. “I taught you well, haven’t I?”           “Give me what I want and I might indulge you,” you whispered in his ear before catching his earlobe in between your teeth, giving it a playful tug.           His tired chuckle rang sweetly in your ears. “I am at your mercy tonight. This weary beast has fallen prey to you, my sweet.”           “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You purred before pressing your lips to that delicate spot between his neck and shoulder as you resumed pleasuring him.           Clavis’ quip got caught in his throat as you tightened your grip on his sensitive and needy cock and he swore that he would get back at you for all the cruel teasing. Although, if he had to be honest with himself, this teasing and dominant side of you was quite alluring.

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          Soft moans and loud grunts were bouncing off the walls of the redhead’s room as you rode him. Your hand was delicately cradling his cheek while the two of you stared into each other’s eyes with so much adoration.           “W-wait, slow down...” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hips to stop your movements.           Concerned, you peered down into his crimson orbs as you immediately halted the rocking of your hips. “What’s wrong, honey?” You caressed his cheek lovingly and he leaned into your touch.           “Nothing…” he panted, as he tried to even his breathing. “Just give me a second. I don’t want this to end yet.” He gently squeezed your thighs. A drop of sweat rolled down his chest as it heaved up and down.           Your lips curved into a wicked smirk at his words. “D’you really think I’d be done with you after just one round?”           “Sheesh…” he chuckled breathlessly. “You’re insatiable.”           You leaned down, your lips barely brushing his as you cooed: “Only when it comes to you, Master Diluc~”           His cock twitched in response and a deep blush crept across his handsome face at the use of the honorific. He was well-aware that he was the only one responsible for igniting the scorching flames of desire that would burn within your being. The realization evoked a small, prideful smile to tug at the corners of his lips before claiming yours in a heated kiss.           Your lover then wrapped his strong arms around your waist, caging you against his chest as he thrust his hips upwards, the tip of his cock deliciously grazed your sweet spot in the process.           “Oh! Yes~ S-so good.” Your swelled bundle of pleasure brushed against his pelvis, bringing you perilously close to the edge with each thrust of his hips. “Oh, Diluc! Yeeesss…”           You found purchase on his shoulder, leaving crescent moon-like shapes on his pale skin. Your wanton moans could be heard all throughout his manor. The maids were sure to gossip about their Master’s outstanding skills in bed the following morning.

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