#requestbystarlit

Masamune is high quality man-meat~ Good to meet another Masamune lover~! I hope you don’t mind if I make it modern AU~ I’m also going to tag fellow Masamune lover @iluvsexyvoltageguys 

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“Soo, what’s the point of this thing again?” Masamune queried, lacing his fingers through the black leather collar and matching leash, flicking his finger against the bell. “Am I supposed to wear it?”

“Maybe not this time,” Mai clarified, squirming around as she sat next to him on the sofa, “I’ll do it the first time and show you what I’m talking about.”

“Alright, lass,” he smirked. With collar in hand, he leaned over and delicately wrapped it around her neck, “show me.”

“N-now?” she gulped, his fingertips that fastened the buckle in the back left a trail of heat on her skin. “You want me to show you now?” Masamune hooked his fingers underneath the comfortably secured collar, gently pulling her towards him. His eye narrowed and his smirk grew bigger as he eagerly awaited her next move.

Mai wasn’t expecting to show him so soon, especially since she wasn’t dressed completely for the occasion, but a small demonstration wouldn’t hurt. Her fingers deftly undid the buttons of his shirt, her fingernails tickling his skin along the way.

“What would Master like me to do?” her voice turned sultry, batting her long eyelashes as she pressed her chest into his. Masamune’s eye widened and his smirk disappeared. She could feel his heartbeat quickened as she leaned in towards his face, pressing her breasts harder against him as she whispered, “I’ll do anything to please my Master.”

The tip of her tongue flicked against his neck, her hands working their way down the bulge forming just beneath his belt. His breath became ragged and his body tensed, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa cushions. Her lips curved into a smile against his neck for it wasn’t often she was able to leave him this bewildered.

“Is there anything my Master would like me to do for him?” her lips explored the cartilage of his ear as she whispered gently into his ear. His pants were easy to undo, his hard erection now exposed to her touch. Softly grasping it in her hand, his body jolted a bit.

Up and down, slow and smooth, her hand worked his member as her tongue continued to trace the strong lines of his neck moving down to his collarbone and chest.

“Well,” he gulped, “to start, you could be a bit more naked.” She released his shaft and left his chest, keeping her half-lidded eyes locked with his as she stripped off her blouse. His smirk returned along with a chuckle, “That’s a good kitten.”

“Does this please you?” reaching behind, she unclasped her bra. Falling to the floor, her revealed breast forced a feral growl from his sexy grin.

“It does,” Masamune snarled, reaching out to the bell attached to her collar, “but this time, I want your lips a bit... lower.” He flicked his eye down to this member briefly.

This was the saddest Christmas I’ve ever experienced.

I sat on the rug in front of the fireplace staring at the tree Sid and I spent so many hours decorating. Beautiful tinsel that sparkled in the firelight, glistening ornaments of all shapes and sizes, and tiny glowing lights bringing it all together made the perfect tree. Underneath it were colorful presents with bows and ribbons. Here at our personal getaway cabin for the holiday, nothing could be more cozy.

And yet, I couldn’t smile.

Grabbing the edges of my blanket, I tightened it around me. I looked over at the window to see large fluffy snowflakes drifting heavily to the ground. Sid had been out for hours, taking care of last minute business before he was off for Chrismas Eve, and also seeking any information about his dog.

Jess had somehow escaped the property and had been missing for nearly two weeks now. I’ve heard she had gotten out before and always returned a day or so later, but this time was different. She hasn’t come back and Sid has been sick with worry ever since. As Princess, there’s only so much I can do. I’ve already had Alyn search all over the city every single day and Nico’s been instructed to look for any signs of her at the edge of the forest.

No luck.

He’ll never admit it, but I can feel Sid’s sadness at night when we’re in bed together. He tries to hide it, but I can feel it when we embrace, when we kiss, everything has a hint of worry to it.

Then, there was a loud thump at the door. I knew it was Sid, hitting his shoes to get as much snow off as possible. As I stood up, I heard loud scratching and more thumping at the door. Starting to get worried, I was prepared to open the door for him in case he needed any help.

The heavy door swung open, bring in harsh wind and bitter cold. I tried to grab my blanket, but it flew right off of me. Sid nearly slipped as he came in, but zooming beneath his feet was a snowy covered dalmatian, body wiggling from her strong tail wag and whining at the sight of me.

“JESS!” I squealed, dropping to my knees as she approached, her cold tongue lapping at my face. Her body was frozen and her fur was soaked as she toppled over me, her tail whipping at my legs. I’ve never hugged her so hard in my life. “Sid, where did you-?!”

“Luckiest thing,” he smirked, hanging up his snow-covered coat, “went into town and there were flyers everywhere about a found dog. So I called ‘em up and there she was.” He joined me on the floor, stealing Jess’s attention from me as she proceeded to topple him.

“Who’s my good girl!” he said over and over in a high pitched voice, making kissy faces at her, increasing her excitement. My heart filled with joy to see my darling love happy with his dog again, but I’ll never deny that a piece of me was missing, too, while she was gone.

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“What’s got you in bad mood?” Masamune asked as he threw his arms up into the air and folded them behind his head, his one eyed glaring at his blonde haired comrade who seemed be grumpier than normal.

Ieyasu ignored any and all conversation as he and several warlords were leaving another war council meeting. His mind had been elsewhere for days, ignorant to the world around him. With a hard slap on the shoulder from his one-eyes friend, his attention was forced back to reality.

“Are you just going to ignore me?” Masamune teases with a smirk. His words were still being ignored as Ieyasu’s gaze traveled over his shoulder to a woman down the hall, carrying a bottle of sake presumably to Nobunaga.

It was Mai, and it was the first time he had seen her in nearly a week. As she was about to turn the corner, she caught his gaze, a hint of red flushing her cheeks. Setting down the large bottle, she then started fanning herself with her hands. Loosening the front of her kimono, she made sure he was watching before she picked up her delivery and proceeded around the corner.

Shrugging Masamune’s hand from his shoulder, Ieyasu speeded away. His ally called for him, but he ignored it. His goal now was to cut her off before she reached Nobunaga.

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Mai was coming down the stairs of the tenshu, the sake delivered. About half-way down the hall, she felt a firm grip on her arm, pulling her into the darkness of one of the empty rooms. With the door slammed shut, she looked up at her capturer.

“Did Nobunaga see you like this?” Ieyasu’s voice was irritated as his fingertips pinched the lining loosely covering her chest.

“I did,” she said proudly, swatting his hand away, “it’s hot out today and that bottle was rather heavy. I needed more airflow.”

“It’s not even hot today,” he scowled, knowing full well it was almost winter, “I don’t want other men seeing you like this.”

“Is that so?” her eyebrow raised, she leaned back against the wall, pulling down her loose folds even more, the flushed flesh of her breasts starting to become exposed, “guess I’ll need some punishment.”

His face went red, mouth watering at the seductive sight of her. The hard beating of his now racing heart burned his ears. Nothing would please him more than to have her here and now, there was just one problem.

“You know I don’t want to do that,” he cleared his throat, looking away, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“That’s too bad,” she sighed, pushing herself off the wall, “guess I’ll just walk around like this. Maybe Mitsuhide or Masamune will-“

Grabbing her arm once more, Ieyasu spun her around and pushed her against the wall.

“That’s not going to happen,” he growled, “I’ll take you here if I have to. Seems you’ve forgotten who you’ve pledged your love to.”

She couldn’t help but smile, feeling the tickling heat pulse through her body from her lower stomach. Attempting to turn her head to egg him on further, she was a bit pleased to found that she couldn’t. His hold on her was too strong, even with him only holding her arm that was twisted behind her back.

Using his spare hand, he pulled her long hair to the other side, leaving her neck exposed. Sinking in his teeth, her body arched reactively into him, a sultry moan escaping her lips. Pulling up her kimono, his hand finally found the area between her legs, his finger sliding up her clit.

“Aaah,” she panted, her hands gripping the wall she was pushed up against, “Ieyasu, I’m not wet enough.”

“Yet,” the huskiness of his voice buckled her knees. Leaving her clit, his hand undid her obi with fierce impatience, ripping a couple of seams and stitches. She was about to protest as he spun her back around, but his ferocious kiss swallowed her words.

“Maybe if you hadn’t deprived and taunted me, I’d be a bit more careful with how I take you.”

With her obi tossed to the floor, the sides of her kimono fell to her sides, revealing her soft, warm flesh. His hand wasted no time in finding her nipple, pinching and twisting, increasing pressure from the cue of her moans. The other traveled down back to revisit her clit.

“Spread your legs,” his breathy demand heated her neck before his teeth sank back into her tender flesh. Distracted by the pleasure from his fingers and mouth, she didn’t obey immediately, so he pinched the other nipple, previously untouched. A gasp of pleasure, nearly falling to the floor before he growled in her ear, “Spread your legs.”

She did as he demanded, spreading far enough to still hold herself up while granting him access. His finger slipped back down, finding her entrance and sliding it back up to her now swolen clit, bringing with it some of her hot juices for lubrication.

Swirling around, his speed varied from achingly slow to nearly climaxing. The sensation of his teeth on her neck, his hand squeezing her breasts, and his finger on her clit was overwhelming. Throwing her head back against the wall, she bit down in her lip to silence her cries.

“I-Ieyasu,” she panted, grabbing into his shoulders for support, “I need- to-“

“Get on the floor,” he demanded, leaving her alone at the wall as he stripped away his clothing, layering his clothes for her to comfortably lie on. It took her a moment, but when she finally left the wall, he relayed more instructions, “face down, hips up.”

She kept her giggles to herself, following his direction after she shrugged the remainder of her kimono. Bunching up the clothes to make a poor excuse for a pillow, she rested her chest on the floor and rose her hips into the air.

Smacking her ass, the sound startling her, Ieyasu positioned himself. Mai smiled, expecting to feel his hard cock entering her, but she instead felt two fingers roughly start pumping in and out.

“Oh!” she buried her face into the clothes to muffle her sounds.

Closing in on midnight, the party at the Black Army Headquarters has been going on for hours. The disorganized orchestra of drunken hollering and celebratory glass-clinking filled everyone in attendance with cheer and pride.

Trapped between Fenrir and Seth sat Alice, cheeks flushed from not only the alcohol, but from the constant laughter she shared with her friends. The plate that sat before her was frequently visited by her sneaky fingers, delivering a small morsels of food to her mouth.

“And so I says to guy, I says,” Fenrir bolstered, swinging his half full glass over the table, “WHAM!” His glass shot out in front of him as he played out the punch he delivered in his story, splashing foamy beer all over the table. The surrounding soldiers erupted, stomachs hurting and tears flowing from their superior’s story. All but Seth who reached out to Fenrir’s arm, grasping his wrist firmly.

“Be careful, you oaf!” Seth shouted. “Your going to soak my precious Alice in your vile brew!” No one at the table payed any attention to his concerns, including Alice herself who was too busy laughing.

Her hand reached down to reach for another snack, but was smoothly stopped by another wrapping its longer fingers around her wrist. Looking up, she saw Sirius standing behind her chair, a gentle smile adorning his face. She could see in his eyes that he was asking for a moment alone with her. Giving a slight nod, her hand was released and she placed her glass down on the table.

“Excuse me, guys,” she announced, the sound of her sweet voice and the chair skidding against the floor caught the table’s attention, “I’ll be right back!” Even before she finished her sentence, the groans started, crescendoing louder and evolving into teases.

“What?! You’re leaving?”

“C’mon, old man!”

“It ain’t her bedtime yet, DAD!”

“The night’s still young, man! That’s how you like it, right? Young?”

“Looks like the cradle robber’s taking Alice away again!”

“You’re coming back, right?” Fenrir raised his glass with a wink.

“Please say you will!” Seth begged, his face distraught with loneliness. Alice giggled and nodded before turning around to follow Sirius, her hand firmly clasped in his as he guided her through the many crowded tables.

Exiting the room, Sirius continued to pull her down the hall, his pace eagerly quickening. The rush of cool air felt refreshing on her flushed cheeks. Passing several rooms, she started to grow conerned, believing he really was taking her away from the party for the night, the sound of the party fading.

At last, he found a room far enough away to get some real privacy. Closing the door behind them, he kept the light off, leaving them in darkness. Only moonlight creeping in from the window lit up the furniture.

“Are you okay?” Sirius’s brow furrowed, his hands cautiously gripping her shoulders.

“Of course I am!” Alice beamed up at him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Why?”

“That table was getting a bit rowdy,” now embracing her, he closed the gap between them, “I was worried they were overwhelming you.”

“We were having a lot of fun!” she reassured. Feeling the intoxicating behavior rising, she smirked and raised a brow. “Are you doing okay?”

“Never better,” his tone dropped, lowering his face to hers, “now that you’re paying attention to me.”

Sid affection is the best medicine~💙

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Lying in the cool grass in the castle gardens, the princess and Sid has spent the last couple of hours alone, away from any responsibilities or rules. The sun had set some time ago, but the shy stars took their time showing themselves.

“Would ya look at that,” Sid sighed, squeezing the princess’s hand, “thought we’d never see them. Ya know, the stars... princess?” Concerned at the lack of response and no squeeze-back, he lifted up his head to see over the grass and turned his gaze to her direction.

The sweet symphony of crickets and rustling flower petals must’ve lulled the princess into slumber. The soft, flowing hair that framed her peaceful face was slightly disturbed by the light summer breeze, the loose strands tickling her nose that twitched at the sensation.

Heartstrings pulled and chest pounding, Sid cautiously shifted his body, slipping his hand out of her delicate grasp. Gently scooping her up in his arms, her head cradled between his neck and shoulder, he took her inside.

Once he reached her chambers, he set her down on the cloud-like covers of her bed, treating her like fragile glass. Removing her sandles with deft fingers, he didn’t bother removing any other piece of clothing in fear of waking her.

Shrugging off his jacket and sliding off his shoes, Sid eventually crawled into bed next to her, his weight creaking the frame of the bed.

“...mmm,” the sleeping princess mumbled, “...Sid.”

“Shhh,” he soothed, smoothing the ruffles in her hair as he nestled in behind her, “I’m here, baby.” His whispers were as soft as the sheets cradling them. Cupping his body around hers, their legs tangling together, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, her back snug against his chest.

Ensuring she was safe in his arms, he was able to completely relax. The sound of her breathing and the sensation of her body against his quickly pulled him into deep slumber with her.

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Late into the night, the princess lifted her heavy eyelids, fighting the sleepy pull to keep them shut. It took her a moment or two to realize where she was in the pitch darkness, but the familiar scent of the perfumes that lingered in her walls and the familiar feel of her sheets against her skin easily let her know she was age in her own bed.

Just as she tried to change positions, she found that she was bound in place. Long legs held hers down and strong arms embraced her tightly. Reaching down, she found one of his large hands resting on her stomach. Her fingertips tingled as they brushed against his hot skin.

Worried she could awaken him, she realigned herself where she was before, except this time, she kept her hand on his.

“I love you,” she whispered, smiling as she felt his hot breath against her back.

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Tagging my fellow Sid lovers~ 💙🖤

Anon, you don’t have to hide from me, especially when requesting Sid smut! also I’m not good at “breaking the bed” stuff so I hope you like this

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The legs of the bed frame scraped against the floor as they rocked back and forth. At the end of the bed frame stood Sid, his unbuttoned shirt draped at his side and his unbuckled pants pooled around his ankles. On her knees and elbows before him was his beloved princess, completely naked save for the black lace-hemmed tights she wore; he insisted she leave them on.

“Sid- oh, Sid!” she panted, her chest buried in the cloud-like comforter, feeling his cock penetrate her deeper and deeper with each hard thrust. His large hands firmly gripped the top of her thighs as he increased his pace.

“Nnnnn, FUCK yeah!” Sid’s words seethed through his teeth as fiery pleasure spread from his pelvis to his limbs. Finger’s twitching with excitement, he smacked the plump of her ass, thrilling him more.

The headboard began to knock against the wall, but concern wasn’t able to cross their minds as they were too busy being enveloped by euphoria. It only took a couple of hard knocks before the ornate decorate knobs started becoming loose and falling to the floor.

“Sid! Sid, I’m about to- ah!” burying her face into the comforter and clutching the fabric in her fists, the princess attempted to silence her cries of pleasure as she climaxed. Her muffled screams egged him on, his continuous thrusts dragging out her orgasm.

“Aaaaaah! Fuck!” Sid growled, delivering two more thrusts, ramming himself as deep as he could go, feeling her heat consume him completely as her muffled screams grew louder. Their bodies relaxed, he leaned over her, using her body for support. A drop of sweat fell from his face, landing on her already sweat-beaded back.

Slowly pulling out, he gave her a chance to roll over. Gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, her flushed face was half covered by the hand she brought up to her lips, biting down on her finger. The sight of him kept her heat aflame, her eyes rolling up and down his body. His chest heaving from the breathless panting, the ends of his hair clinging to his sweat covered cheeks and neck, the beads of his essence sliding down his still hard cock; she wanted it all, and he knew it.

A smirk tugging his lips, he grasped her knees and pried them apart before sliding his body atop the bed and hovering over her. Snatching one of her nipples between his teeth, he watched her writhe in pleasure, her body arching into him before he released it.

“Hope you’re ready,” his husky whisper sent chills over her skin, “that was just a warm-up. The real fun begins now.”

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With her knees on either side of his head sinking into the bed, Lancelot had complete access to her wet entrance. His slow, pressured strokes always ended with a flick against her swollen clit.

“Nnnn, just like that,” Alice’s raspy encouragement egged him on as her fingers clutched the roots of his hair, her other hand busy massaging her own breast. Her half-lidded gaze locked on him as she watched his face moving up and down, her legs quivering at the pleasure delivered by his tongue.

Bound to the bedpost, his hands balled into fists in an attempt to fight off the desire to touch her. Tortured by the sight of watching her massage her breast herself, his arms jolted up, fighting the silky rope restraining his wrists.

“Ooo, naughty boy,” she cooed, reaching over to the nightstand, “how should we punish you?” Lancelot’s tongue swirled around her clit in hopes to smooth over his reckless actions.

“Mmmm!” biting down on her smiling lips, Alice pinched her nipple, adding to the peaking pleasure from the king’s tongue. “Too late, you just lost a privilege.”

Pulling out a blindfold, Alice covered his eyes. She knew it was difficult enough to forbid touching her, but now he couldn’t even look at her, something she knew would drive him mad.

“Now then,” she sighed, carefully reaching behind her to grab his fully erected length, “if you don’t make me cum soon, all this cock is going to go to waste tonight.” Rubbing the precum off the tip of his head caused his entire body to shiver.

Giggling at his reaction, she spread the bead of lubricant between her thumb and forefinger before working it on her hard nipple. A breathy gasp escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, the tips of her long hair tickling his stomach. Determined to please his queen, he gently started to suck her clit.

“H-harder, Lance!” she demanded. He complied, feeling her legs nearly giving out. Rocking her body back and forth, Alice conquered her throne as she peaked, her hot juices covering his lips and chin. As sweat beaded down her back, she yanked off his blindfold.

“Princess, is everything all right?”

My head snapped back to the nobleman who had been pining for my attention all night. The stray hairs that had fallen from my once neatly bound bun tickled my bare shoulders as my gaze met his with gaping eyes, eyes that were busy scouring the large room for him. The champagne in my glass swayed with he fabrics of my dress, the nobleman’s hand gently catching my wrist, attempting to also grasp my undivided attention.

“You’ve been distracted all evening,” he did well hiding his irritation behind his concerned tone and fake smile, “am I…boring you?”

“Apologies,” pulling my wrist free, I turned my body away from his, taking a few steps in hopes he would take the hint, “it’s seems my guest has finally arrived. I was starting to fear they got lost. If you’ll excuse me.” Without giving him a chance to pursue the conversation, I fled into the large crowds, disappearing from his sight.

My excuse was only partially true for I was expecting someone, but my searching eyes had yet to see him. Downing the last bit of my glass and setting it on a waiter’s tray, I began to grow doubtful.

“Princess.”

I knew that sweet voice anywhere, but before I could face the direction of his call, his fingers linked with mine and began guiding me through the drunken clusters of distracted guests. No one noticed us slip through the side doors.

Silently traveling through the corridors, I watched his beautiful blonde hair flip each time his sparkling blue eyes glanced back to ensure I was still following him.

At last, he chose an empty study, quickly locking the door behind us, then instantly pinning me to it, impatience overtaking him. His torso warmly pressed into me as our breaths intermingled.

“Forgive my boldness,” Louis’s silky voice washed over me, spiking chills all over any of my exposed skin. He took a shaky breath, as if he wanted to finish what he wanted to say, but our lips found each other.

Uninterested in wasting more time, I reached down to feel the firm bulge that was previously pushing against my leg. My touch released a small moan from his throat, exciting me more as I squeezed him harder.

“Louis-“ I gasped, my lips free from his as he traveled down to my cleavage, leave faint red marks all over the tops of my breasts. Eager for his touch, I desperately tugged the ties holding my elaborate dress together, at the same time watching his shoulders shrug off his decorated jacket and his hands deftly undo the buttons of his silk shirt. Watching the articles of our clothing being violently tossed to the floor, I giggled.

Louis nearly froze at the sound, his eyes catching mine again before he smiled. Gliding his palms over my waist and hips, he guided me over to a large lounge chair.

“What’s so amusing?” the adorable half giggle in his tone made me smile even bigger, sitting me down as he got on his knees before me.

“I was just thinking how funny it’s going to be trying to sneak out of here,” my giggles softly faded with his expression, his silly smile transformed seductively, pulling my fingers to his lips, planting the gentlest of kisses atop my knuckles.

“We can worry about that much later,” his gaze never leaving mine, he lowered his face to my navel. Using the tip of his tongue, he ran a trail up my torso and through my cleavage, being sure to take his time in order to feed to flames burning between my legs. “Right now, just think about me.”