#sanders sides lube headcanons

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Lube Headcanon’s for each of the sides (because no one asked, and i generously supply anyway - and yes these are real lube flavors. google em)

Logan: normal or vanilla, usually, mostly because he’s lame, but occasionally he’s spice it up with something like peppermint 

Roman: red velvet or chocolate covered cherry. he’s dramatic, and believes his lube should reflect the delicious way he himself tastes, although often he ends up being the one forced to taste it

Janus: specifically salted covered caramel, just because it has that sort of upper-class appeal, mixed with a bit of salt and smugness. also its one of my favourites.

Patton: birthday cake/cupcake, because they’re sweet and fun and remind you of kid’s parties, which most dads attend. also cake sucks (/j /j)

Virgil: dark chocolate. bitter, but still tasty. and it has “dark” in the name, which had him sold immediately

Remus: whiskey or weed flavored. need i elaborate? 

[wellthatsjustpeachyhuh]

Yes, a sanders sides x reader nsfw writer!! I only know 2 other ones and they've disappeared sadly :( you write so good though! Do you write fic requests and not just headcanons? If you do, could you write a fic about Roman getting pegged for the first time? Cause that headcanon sounded nice (whoever requested the pegging headcanons, I luv u), and there is no "sides get pegged" content. Alright sorry for rambling, I love your stuff!

Hello!! Sorry this is so late, but here ya go babes

Bottom!Roman x Fem!Top!reader

Roman had been hesitant when you first suggested it, stuttering and flushed and unable to meet your eyes. It was adorable.

"That doesn't seem very...becoming of a Prince y/n," he chuckled out nervously, eyes darting around the room, "aren't I supposed to be the leader?"

You hummed in understanding, reaching out to caress his face. He melted into the soothing touch, almost purring as you moved up to scratch through thick, luxurious hair. You almost cooed at his blissed-out expression, but it wouldn't do to embarrass him even further.

"Princes aren't always in charge Roman," you reprimanded sweetly, "what if there's an invading Kingdom? What if they get conquered?"

Your fingers suddenly grasped the silky locks and pulled, Roman's head snapping back as he gasped. He was so pretty when he was surprised, eyes wide and questioning as he warred between confusion and arousal. Your lips descended onto his, swallowing a moan as you tugged firmly on his hair, as you gently but firmly pushed him back onto the bed. He whined into your mouth, hands fumbling to your waist.

"Submit to me, little Prince." Your free hand reached out to grab the strap-on sitting on the nightstand, watching as Roman gulped nervously. Eyes softening you leant down to peck him on the lips, smoothing a hand over his head.

"We don't have to Ro, not if you don't want to." You kept still, face neutral as you waited for a response. He blinked once, twice, then breathed slowly, meeting your gaze as confidently as he could.

"No, I..." he smiled, a little awkward but nonetheless comforting, "I want to try this y/n." A fond smile tugged at your lips, quickly turning devious as your fingers brushed over his plush lips. His eyes darkened in response, tongue darting out to meet your fingertips, and the hands still at your waist tugged insistently. You pulled back suddenly, grinding down on his crotch hard.

"Not so fast Your Highness," you hissed, feeling his hips stutter against your ass, "I'm in charge right now," He took a shaky breath, pupils dilated.

"Th-then take charge" he stammered out, hands leaving your waist to drop either side of his head. You couldn't help the smirk curling your lips at the pretty picture he created and made swift work of unbuttoning his trousers, stuffing a hand into his underwear. He gasped as you took him in hand, thumbing over his slit and tugging his cock out into the open. With your other hand, you grabbed the lube, uncapping it and drizzling it onto his dick. He grunted as you squeezed the base of his cock, precum already beading at the tip, allowing the lube to run down.

Tugging his trousers and pants down, now leaving them at his knees, your hand wandered. Roman whined, high and desperate, as you prodded his entrance, circling the puckered flesh before pressing in. His hips jolted up subconsciously as he squirmed, and you brought your clean hand up to press him back down.

"Easy little Prince," you teased, curling your finger inside him, "we've only just started." He whimpered in response, yelping as you stuffed another two fingers in.

Grinding against your hand, his own clutching at the bedsheets, Roman came embarrassingly quick, thrusting as best he could against your firm grip and coating his still-clothed torso. His eyes rolled back, head digging into the bed, and you couldn't help leaning forward to lick a stripe up his exposed throat. He moaned as your fingers pushed in deeper, shaking and huffing from exertion.

His cock sputtered valiantly as you twisted and curled your fingers, but eventually settled, bobbing against his abdomen. You gave him a moment of respite, pulling your fingers out and listening to his heavy breaths slow to something more natural.

As he composed himself you set about preparing for the...main event. Tugging down your underwear you efficiently adjusted the strap-on until it sat comfortably, your clit throbbing against the silicone, and picked the lube back up. You heard Roman sigh in content as he lay there, blissfully unaware whilst you squirted more lube into your hand to rub onto the strap-on.

Roman tilted his head, eyes drifting to meet your heated gaze as you pressed the tip of the strap-on to his still loose entrance.

"Please..." his voice was just a whisper, cracking and shaky, but you heard him loud and clear.

You pressed in slowly, hearing the whine build in Roman's throat the further you pushed. His hips twitched, he was holding himself back - you decided to take pity on him, and both your hands planted firmly on his hip bones. Heated flesh met as your own hips settled against his ass, holding still to allow him to adjust.

He gulped in a stuttering breath, hands white-knuckling the already wrinkled bedsheets, and stared up at you with teary, lustful eyes. His cock seemed to have recovered and was eagerly twitching with interest, prompting you to remove one of your hands to toy with it.

"Y/n," Roman huffed out, "stop teasing and f-fuck me." His words wavered, showing his nerves, but the spark in his dilated pupils was undeniable - Roman wanted this.

"As you command, Your Highness~"

His thick thighs felt warm in your hands as you pushed them up, spreading Roman wide open. You snapped your hips, listening to your Prince's wails and moans as you sunk into his tight heat. Over and over you thrust, eyes rolling back as your clit was stimulated, feeling the body beneath you trembling.

"Y/n, Y/n please," Roman gasped, pleasure turning his brain and subsequent wherewithal to mush, "please!"

He could do little more than beg. You groaned in response, almost feeling his walls clenching around the soft plastic as you nailed his prostate. Dropping his legs onto your shoulders you grabbed his hips, snapping your own forward with such force Roman slid back a little. He whined breathlessly as his tummy bulged, the strap-on pressing up inside him. Your Prince pawed at your forearms, scrabbling for purchase as you railed him.

You thrust harder, blood rushing to your clit as it rubbed the silicone, and felt the muscles Roman's sides spasm once, then twice, then as you took a breath you heard him. A long, high-pitched moan reverberated in his heaving chest as his cock spurted out thick ropes of cum, thighs trembling either side of your head.

"Good boy..." You murmured, stroking his hips as he came down from his high. He gulped down heaving breaths, body shuddering in pleasure as his hole twitched furtively around the strap-on, a little teary-eyed as he stared up at you.

"I want-I want you to finish too," he choked out, reaching down to tug at your hips where they still met his own. "Keep going, Y/n." You paused for a moment, allowing him to calm further, and brushed a few strands of hair from his noble face.

"You sure Roman?" You double-checked, thumbing over his red-bitten lips. He nodded, a little jerkily, in response and lay back down. You carefully slid his legs off your shoulders, letting them rest on either side of you, and laced your fingers with his. Pressing his hands onto the mattress, you rolled your hips smoothly, almost cooing at the blessed friction. He whined back, tightening his grip on your hands.

You pushed in further; the hard, unforgiving thrusts from before were unneeded now, which allowed your Prince to breath through the movements. Grinding against his hips, you felt the pressure building in your lower half. You were so close, the warmth spreading in your crotch was teasing as you worked yourself to the edge. Your hips moved in shallow thrusts, chasing your release as you used Roman's body for your pleasure.

Finally, you reached your peak. Your orgasm hit in a wave, washing over you as you slumped over Roman's pliant body. It ebbed and flowed as you ground your hips into him, hands white-knuckle gripping his as he clung back. You shook, shuddered, and flopped atop Roman, huffing into his neck as you tried to catch your breath.

"You know..." Roman's voice was quiet and a little shaky as he spoke up, "I was sceptical at first about this, well," he coughed, "level of intimacy-" you snorted, feeling his indignant hum more than hearing it. You lifted your head, meeting his gaze head-on.

He was flushed, obviously a little embarrassed, but didn't shy away from your eyes.

"But I think," he continued, lips quirking into a half-smile, "that I wouldn't be opposed to doing this again, would you?"