#midcinrequestbystarlit

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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Mmmm, my two favorite men~! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sid

The minute he comes back from a job that takes several days, he wants to hold you. For several minutes, just standing there embracing you, in silence before kissing you lovingly.

He can’t not hold you when you two go to sleep. Even on the hottest nights, he has to be touching you somehow, whether it’s his hand on your back or his foot on your leg.

Sneak attacks are daily rituals, or “surprises,” as he likes to call them. Coming up from behind, he’ll lock you up in his arms and snarl into your neck before nipping or kissing you silly.

Flicking or swirling his tongue slowly around your nipples is his favorite way to turn you on, savoring each one before moving to the next. Hearing your breathe catch in your throat instantly gives him a hard on, coaxing him to keep going just until you’re ripe with anticipation.

He’ll make love to you in any position you want as long as he has full access to either your ass or your breasts. Two handfuls of your luscious, plump extremities are a must during sex, tossing in a few spanks and licks as growls seep through his bared teeth.

Masamune

Meals you two share, whether privately or with comrades, are always cooked together. Sometimes it gets delayed when he becomes too preoccupied with playfully pulling you away in his arms.

On restless nights, he’ll scoop you up in his arms and carry you outside. Nestled on the veranda or on a soft spot of grass, he’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you two gaze up at the stars.

Jealousy doesn’t bite him very easily, but it’s usually when Ieyasu or Mitsuhide spend too much one-on-one time with you. He’ll never say anything to you, he’ll just be a little more clingy and tender when loving you for the next few nights.

He’ll take care of your pleasure before worrying about his own, which he does by expertly using his tongue against your clit. As he’s tasting you, his hands will venture up your torso and find your breasts, gently pinching your nipples as you call out his name in climax.

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.

...

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~ 💙🖤

With nosebleeds

Byron: Unacceptable. Indeed, immediate punishment is needed. Securing your wrists and ankles to the bedposts after stripping you nude, he runs the tip of his tongue and fingers all over your body, giving extra attention to your nipples and clit. Just when you’re about to go over the edge, me moves on to the next area. This torture will go on for sometime, only until he can no longer hold back from watching you writhe. After that, maybe he’ll considering giving you a reward for behavior.

Leo: Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he pats his lap. You know exactly what’s to come as you lie on his lap: the perfect punishment for bad girls. Pulling up the fabric of your dress over your head and your panties down to your knees, he proceeds to spank your ass just hard enough to watch it jiggle. It doesn’t take much to feel how moist you’re becoming. While you’re vulnerable, he decides to insert two fingers, pumping them as deep as he can go. More spanks are given each time you try to get up.

Giles: Princesses must be appropriately punished for naughty behavior. To give the proper punishment, he needs to know exactly what you’ve done. Of course, you won’t say. Pinning you down on the bed, he inserts himself slowly. Each time he asks and gets no answer, he thrusts hard and either pinches your nipples or bites your neck. The moans from your lips tickles his fancy as he forgets to keep asking. His thrusts become continuous as his teeth and fingertips explore your skin.

Giles

He couldn’t be more pleased. Practice does make perfect, but of course, he volunteers to demonstrate. The next time you and Giles are alone in the study, he lays you over your desk, quickly removing all your clothing. Once you’re Queen, you’ll have to squeeze in any time for “practice” as much as you can. Your knuckles glow white, gripping the edge of the desk as he rhythmically pumps his hips into your pelvis. To get deeper, he holds your thighs firmly against his abdomen as your ankles rest on his shoulders.

Sid

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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Giles was my first route in MidCin~! I’ve written a couple of things for him, but here are some more:

Spoils you in every way he can, but not with material items. He’ll hold open doors, get your chair, feed you desert, brush your hair, anything you like. If it makes you feel good, he’ll do it for you!

Anytime you’re traveling by carriage, he’ll pull you into his lap. Being a busy princess, he’ll squeeze in any alone time he can.

He enjoys stroking your hair until you fall asleep.

Then, when he’s tired, a nice nap on your lap in the secluded library is his favorite way to catch some daytime z’s.

The secluded library is also used for catching up on some private time. As long as everyone thinks you’re studying or working on diplomatic matters, you’ll never be disturbed.

After making love to you, he always insists running his fingertips down your back to help cool you down. He worked you up a bit and doesn’t want you to fall asleep without calming down first.

“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.”