ihcakotandmadness

[ihcakotandmadness]

Molly Moonstone

[ihcakotandmadness]

Hiiiii!!!! How are you? I just wanted to ask if you can do poly bros with a sweetheart fem reader? She's very affectionate and kind, maybe to kind to her own good she also forgives easily!

Btw I love your writing so much, pookie. I'm gonna so follow :3

Sorry for being so quiet a couple days! I’m just taking my time on a fic between headcanons

Poly Bros x Fem! Sweetheart! Reader

ᶜʷ. Slight suggestiveness, fem pronouns

ᢉ𐭩. Usually, they wouldn’t go for your type— separately or together if I’m being honest.

ᢉ𐭩. They’d think you’d be too sweet for their tastes and maybe a little too tender hearted for their personalities.

ᢉ𐭩. Nothing particularly wrong with that per se, it’s just that they don’t usually jive well with someone like that, as they can be a little too harsh and catty for someone so sweet.

ᢉ𐭩. Or at least that’s what they think.

ᢉ𐭩. In their mind, they’d want a diva like them that can handle the heat and banter without getting offended— dish it right back to them to keep em on their toes. Someone to kiki with, you know?

ᢉ𐭩. Diva 4 Diva. Cunty 4 Cunty.

ᢉ𐭩. But something about you tugs at their heartstrings enough to give you a chance, especially when you show a kindness that makes their chests strangely airy.

ᢉ𐭩. At first they thought it was just a strong urge to just protect you, especially when you’re too forgiving and kind for your own good.

ᢉ𐭩. It really pisses them off that other people take advantage of your kindness and even see it as a weakness to exploit for their own gain.

ᢉ𐭩. And they’re quick to jump down someone’s throats about it, defending you and calling out people’s problematic behavior in the most brutal fashion possible.

ᢉ𐭩. They’ll probably scold you later to not let that kind of shit fly and that you shouldn’t be so forgiving to everyone— that you need to set firm boundaries so people don’t see you as a doormat.

ᢉ𐭩. They only say it because you wormed your way into their hearts. And now they can’t help but to get a little attached to you.

ᢉ𐭩. You responding with such kindness and openness makes them realize their feelings. And it hits them like a fucking train.

ᢉ𐭩. Probably at the most inconvenient time too.

— “Dude….I think we’re so down bad...” “Ugh, shut up I know— I can’t kill any ghosts thinking about her stupidly cute face rn!”

ᢉ𐭩. They start slow, only changing to tone down their bitchy cattiness slighty when around you, more so if they know you have a more softer heart. That’s step one.

ᢉ𐭩. That would be the only change though, they can’t get rid of it completely since the D in their DNA stands for diva.

ᢉ𐭩. Next steps are the usual we come to know about them: showing off, spoiling with gifts, etc.

ᢉ𐭩. I think they would wait for you to ask them out. Give you a little time to see if you would like to be something more than just friends with them, especially with how they are.

ᢉ𐭩. They also kinda realize that two dudes asking a girl out can look a little creepy in other peoples eyes lmao. And they’d rather die than be those kinds of guys (you know the ones)

ᢉ𐭩. It gives them the ick just thinking about it.

ᢉ𐭩. When you do, they’ll act cool and collected, maybe a little teasing as they accept, but once you’re out of sight they’re silently fist bumping each other. Giddy as kids.

ᢉ𐭩. Will tear at each other’s throats getting ready for a date though.

— “Bro, quit being a bitch and let me borrow your eyeliner! I need this makeup to slay before we go see her!” “Well maybe if you went to Ulta before getting ready like I said you should— you wouldn’t be borrowing my shit, broke ass!”

ᢉ𐭩. They always pay for the dates, even when you insist on paying the bill or your half of it— it doesn’t change much when they’re your boyfriends either.

ᢉ𐭩. They just wanna give back for you being such a sweetie and giving their bratty asses a chance <3

ᢉ𐭩. Speaking of, once you’re official with them, they become much more protective of you.

ᢉ𐭩. Not in a problematic way or anything, as they know you’re your own person and all— they just will not let anything fly under their watch.

ᢉ𐭩 . You might be forgiving, but their petty asses not lmao

— “Ummm, hellooo? You call that an apology? If you actually were sorry for being late instead of fucking around, you would’ve actually texted her first instead of wasting her time.” “For real, you can’t be that busy when the guy you had a situationship with just deadass up and went ghosting your sorry ass. Talk about being bold and stupid.”

ᢉ𐭩. Your affections are returned tenfold; not a day passes where at least one of them is holding your hand or throwing an arm around your waist.

ᢉ𐭩. They like to rest on your shoulders and play with your hair the most <3 leaving soft little kisses on your skin as they cuddle with you.

ᢉ𐭩. It also translates to the bedroom too <3 Your sweetness makes them want to devour you until your legs shake <3

ᢉ𐭩. You will have to dress like you’re a part of Garterbelt’s congregation with all the marks they leave you lmao

ᢉ𐭩. But they just love you so much! Please let them continue to spoil you more, especially when you have such a big heart.

ᢉ𐭩. They really like listening to you talk and could just listen for hours. Whatever you yap about, they’ll listen in earnest knowing it’s something you’re very interested in or love dearly.

ᢉ𐭩. And knowing how you love so sincerely, that no matter what you always stay kind even if it’s hard to be— it makes all the more in love and protective of your peace.

ᢉ𐭩. Honestly, it kind of amazes them that people like you still exist, especially when the internet sucks away peoples empathy.

ᢉ𐭩. They want to keep you how you are— going as far to tend the seeds of your hearts garden for you kindness to forever grow and never be cut down by anyone’s jaded bitterness.

ᢉ𐭩. They’ll be a bitch on your behalf dw about it <3

ᢉ𐭩. You represent something that they can’t seem to do themselves, especially when it comes to being vulnerable and loving outright without a dozen layers of irony— and they really admire that kind of strength it takes.

ᢉ𐭩. They may or may not be a little envious of that, but maybe you can teach them sometime!

ᢉ𐭩. And while you might’ve not have been their type at first (or at least what they thought they wanted)— getting to know you and seeing your smile, hearing your laugh and watching how you handle everything with such a gentle hand— it brings a warmth to their chest they didn’t think could happen.

ᢉ𐭩. And it’s something they really treasure, even if they say it out loud.

ᢉ𐭩. So keep being you, okay? <3 Your love clearly heals a little part of them they didn’t know need healing.

[ihcakotandmadness]

My Gods!! Forbidden romance!!!! Yesssss

demon s/o? TOTES A SITUATIONSHIP

Hiiiii cutieeee I think you’re a GENIUSSSSS LETS GOOOO

PolyPlastics x Gn! Demon! Reader

POLYESTER

Polyester hated you, deeply. Not the annoyed kind of hate, but the kind that lived in his bones. From the second he saw you, he felt his stomach twist with disgust. Everything about you pissed him off. The way you moved like you owned the room. You looked at him like you could see straight through the role of angelhood he wore.

He’d spit insults every chance he got. He’d call you a freak, a parasite. He’d throw himself into fights with more fury than usual just to land a hit on you, just to prove something to himself: that you weren’t stronger than him, that you weren’t smarter, that you didn’t have him wrapped around your finger.

But hate has a way of turning into something else when it burns too hot.

Somewhere between the late-night arguments in an abandoned building and the way your smirk lingered just a second too long when you pinned him against a wall, something shifted. Polyester didn’t realize when his hatred started tasting like hunger. He started picking fights just to see you again.

One night, after a fight that left both of you bloody and breathless, you kissed him. Just like that: no warning, no softness, just teeth and a hand gripping his collar like you were about to throw him off a cliff. He should have shoved you away, should have cursed you out, and should have reminded himself what you were. Instead, he kissed you back like he’d been waiting his whole life.

That was the start.

It wasn’t love. God, no, Polyester would never call it that. It was messier, rawer. Nights tangled in each other’s arms, whispering words you both pretended not to remember in the morning. Battles that ended with you dragging him somewhere private, his body aching and his heart aching more. Fights that cracked into laughter, laughter that cracked into kisses, kisses that always felt like they were going to be the last.

He hated you. He wanted you. He couldn’t quit you.

And it wasn’t stable. It wasn’t supposed to last. He knew it, and so did you. Every time you pulled away, he wondered if it was the last time he’d see you. Every time you came back, his chest felt lighter and heavier all at once.

Polyester laughed it off when people asked. He joked, he called it casual, he made it sound like he didn’t care. But he knew he was already ruined.

NSFW

Polyester swore he’d never stoop so low.

Never give in to the way you looked at him, like you already knew how he’d taste on your tongue. Never let his body betray the hatred he spit at you every time you crossed paths. You were a demon, an enemy, a parasite. Every bit of you was wrong.

And yet here he was, pressed against the cracked wall of some alley, your mouth on his and his fists bunched into your clothes. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle, your hand buried in his hair to yank his head back when he tried to mutter something between kisses. He hated the way he moaned into your mouth when you bit him, hated how his body lit up like fire wherever you touched him.

“Fuck you,” he gasped, but the way his hips rolled into yours said otherwise. His words dripped venom, but his body begged for more. Polyester had never been good at hiding things, and he sure as hell wasn’t hiding how badly he wanted this.

You shoved him down onto an abandoned room, climbed onto his lap like you owned him, and maybe in that moment, you did. He tried to pretend he was still in control, hands sliding down your sides, nails digging into your skin like a warning. But the second you pushed his legs apart and dragged your nails down his throat, his mask cracked. He tilted his head back, eyes fluttering, lips parted.

It was messy, rushed, and desperate. The sound of fabric tearing, Polyester cursing and groaning, the two of you grinding together like you’d been waiting for this fight to end just so you could get here. His voice broke when you finally touched him the way he wanted, when you whispered something filthy into his ear. He bit down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

The only sounds that could be heard were the slap of skin, his ragged breathing, and your hands all over him, guiding, claiming. Polyester came undone loudly and messily. He hated that he sounded desperate, hated that his whole body shook when you kissed him through it, hated how badly he wanted you to stay.

After, when he collapsed back against the wall, sweat-slick and trembling, he expected you to disappear. That’s what demons do: ruin things, then leave the pieces behind. But you didn’t. Not yet. You smoothed his hair back from his forehead, kissed the side of his jaw, wiped the sweat from his temple with a gentleness that made his chest ache worse than the sex had. You murmured something soft, words he didn’t quite catch, and for a second he thought maybe, maybe this wasn’t just ruin.

Then you stood, adjusted your clothes, and slipped back into the streets like you’d never been there at all.

Polyester sat there, breathing hard. His fingers curled into his knees, his jaw tight and his throat dry. He told himself it didn’t matter. He told himself it was just sex, just a slip, just something stupid he’d regret in the morning. But when the silence settled in around him, all he could do was sigh and stare at the empty space where you’d been.

“Fuck…” he whispered to nobody, because the only person he wanted to hear him was already gone. And he hated, truly hated, how much it hurt.

Polyurethane

Polyurethane never hated you the way his brother did.

Sure, he told himself he should. He was an angel, you were a demon: sworn opposites, eternal enemies. The lines between you two had been drawn long before either of you had even touched Earth, long before you’d crossed paths. It should’ve been simple: angels don’t care about demons. Angels fight demons. Angels win against demons.

But nothing about you was that simple.

When he first met you, it was supposed to be a fleeting encounter. You smirked across a bar. He had looked away, tried to ignore the way his stomach dipped. And yet, he found himself circling back, again and again, like a moth to fire.

Polyurethane was careful in the way Polyester never was. He didn’t pick fights with you, didn’t scream about “hate”. No, he talked. Sometimes accidentally, sometimes because you cornered him, sometimes because he was too tired to resist. Your conversations were… strange. He always spoke with just enough distance to remind you what you were. And you, well, you were a demon through and through, teasing, leaning too close, pressing just enough to make his composure crack. But he never let it. Not all the way.

There were nights he walked away with his hands balled into fists at his sides, manicured nails digging into his palms, because he couldn’t stand how badly he wanted to laugh at one of your jokes, or how much he wanted to let you brush against him again, the way you always did “by accident.” And then he’d catch himself, remind himself angels don’t want demons. Angels don’t love demons.

So he pretended.

He pretended the reason his eyes followed you in a crowded room was only caution. He pretended the quickening of his heart when you smirked at him meant nothing. He pretended every smile he almost let slip wasn’t real, just a trick of the light. He put on the performance of an angel: distant, cold, untouchable even though when you leaned in and called him out for it, it burned.

“You’re not as heartless as you want me to believe,” you’d whispered once, and he had no answer. Just silence, just his jaw clenching until you laughed and walked away. And maybe you were right. Maybe he wasn’t heartless. But he had to be. That’s what angels do.

What scared him wasn’t that he liked you. It wasn’t even that he wanted you, it was how natural it felt. How, when the world slowed down and it was just the two of you trading words under some flickering streetlight, it didn’t feel like angel and demon. It just felt like you. Like two people who were supposed to hate each other but didn’t. And that was worse than any battle he’d ever fought.

Because Polyurethane could stand blood, he could stand bruises, he could even stand losing a fight. But he couldn’t stand the idea that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t pretending anymore. That maybe all the walls he’d built around his heart weren’t keeping you out. That they were keeping himself from admitting what he already knew.

That he loved you.

And so he forced himself to smile, to laugh too dismissive, to tell himself over and over: angels don’t love demons.

But when he was alone, when the streets were quiet and his brother wasn’t watching, when his chest ached with something he couldn’t name. Polyurethane let himself whisper your name. Just once. Just soft. Just for himself.

And then he buried it deep, like he always did.

NSFW

Polyurethane never meant for it to happen.

Not here, not like this.

The apartment he shared with Polyester was supposed to be safe ground. Neutral and untainted by all the tension he carried when he was near you. Until tonight.

Polyester had gone out, later than usual and you had shown up at the door. Polyurethane should’ve sent you away. He should’ve told you this wasn’t your place, that demons didn’t belong in angel sanctuaries. But he didn’t.

He let you in. He watched you move around the small, dimly lit apartment like you belonged there, tossing your jacket onto the back of the couch, glancing at the little pieces of him and his brother scattered on the shelves. He hated how right it felt, you here, like you belonged here.

“You’re quiet,” you teased, leaning against the wall. “Afraid your brother might come home and catch you with me?”

“No.” His voice was flat, sharp, but his throat was tight. “I’m not afraid of anything.” You just smiled like you knew better.

And that was the moment the walls cracked. The tension between you had always been sharp enough to cut, but tonight it was unbearable. The apartment was too small, your eyes too heavy on him, the silence stretching too long. He snapped, not in anger but in need. He crossed the space, grabbed you by the wrist, and pulled you into him.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It was messy, months of repression unraveling all at once. His hands were everywhere: your waist, your back as if he couldn’t decide where to hold you first. Your laughter ghosted against his lips and you let him drown in it, let him drag you toward his room like he’d been waiting for this forever.

And maybe he had.

In his bedroom, everything blurred. The sheets were tangled almost instantly, his composure ripped apart. He kissed you like a starving man, like someone who hated himself for wanting but couldn’t stop. His hands shook as they roamed your body, not from fear, but from the sheer force of holding back for too long.

When you pulled him down onto the bed, his breath hitched against your skin. You whispered things in his ear, telling him how long you’d known he was hiding this, how obvious his restraint had been. Every word made him twitch, every brush of your nails against his skin made him bite harder at his lower lip, as if he could silence the truth by consuming you instead.

The sex was desperate, unpolished. Not the cold, untouchable angel people thought he was. This was Polyurethane stripped bare, finally admitting with his body what his mouth refused to say. He was needy, rough in his urgency, murmuring soft spoken words against your skin that almost sounded like confessions but stopped short every time.

And you let him. You let him pour it all into you.

After, the quiet was worse than the storm. He lay beside you, chest heaving, sweat dampening his pink hair, and for the first time in months Polyurethane wanted to speak. He wanted to give you what you deserved, the truth that had been sitting in his throat for so long.

“I…” His voice cracked. He swallowed hard. His hand clenched in the sheets. “I…”

You turned your head toward him, eyes softer than they had any right to be for a demon. Waiting. Hoping.

“I lo-” The word cut. His lips trembled. He shut his eyes, grit his teeth, tried again. “I lo-”

It was useless. The word wouldn’t leave him. Angels didn’t love demons. He couldn’t force himself past the line.

And you, cruel and kind all at once, touched his cheek, brushed your thumb under his eye where tears threatened.

“I know,” you whispered. “But until you can say it… really say it… I won’t acknowledge it.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips tenderly before slipping from the bed. He watched you gather your things in silence. At the door, you glanced back once, smiled faintly, and left.

The apartment was empty again.

Polyurethane sat there on the edge of his bed, sheets a mess, body still trembling from everything you’d done together. He pressed his palms to his face, tried to hold himself together, but it broke. The tears rolled off his cheeks silently at first, then wracking, his shoulders shaking as he finally let himself feel all the things he’d buried.

Alone, in the room that still smelled of you, Polyurethane cried. Because for the first time in his life, he had given everything and it still wasn’t enough.

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“The Taste of Rivalry”

“Hey… why do you keep spending more time with him than with me?”

Both of them spoke up at once, fingers pointing at each other with sulky, dissatisfied faces. You, caught right in the middle, could only shake your head helplessly, lips parting as if to say something but no words came out…

Polyester

“So… how exactl are i going to make it up to your?”

“Sleep with me. Just me! Not him!”

And so, you ended up spending the night with Polyester. Only, he didn’t let you rest at all.

When the lights went out, instead of lying down quietly, he straddled you one hand pinning both of your wrists above your head, while the other grabbed your chin to steal kiss after heated kiss.

“Tch— You really are so biased… Guess it’s time you pay me back properly!”

Like a hurt little puppy, he clung to you endlessly. When he finally grew tired, he flopped down beside you, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a sulky whine.

“You have to treat me fairly, you know? You have to love me too… I hate how unfair you are.”

He didn’t let you answer. Instead, he kissed you over and over until your breathing turned uneven, your hair a mess, your lips swollen.

“Are you… planning to kiss me to death?” you panted.

“…Shut up. I don’t feel like kissing someone so heartless.”

That night, the little puppy wouldn’t let go of you, sticking to you tightly. Even when it was time to sleep, he hugged you close to his body… He was just TOO CUTE! When he got jealous, he turned so needy and adorable like this.

Maybe you should tease him into sulking and getting jealous more often, right?

Aww

He so cute

Polyurethane

Polyurethane clung to you even more; usually, he was already clingy, but when jealous, he stuck to you twice as much.

“Can you let me go?”

“No! You’ve ignored me for almost a week already. You’re awful!”

Polyurethane’s arms tightened around you, his face buried against your neck as if he wanted to merge into your skin.

“You don’t even know how lonely I was without you,” he murmured, voice dripping with frustration and need. “So tonight, you can’t escape me.”

He pressed a trail of needy kisses along your jaw, almost biting as if to punish you. His jealousy turned into something hotter, making your body tense under his possessiveness.

“Say it,” he demanded softly, his breath warm against your ear. “Say you missed me too… or I won’t stop.”

Polyurethane to you like a little teddy bear, his cheek rubbing against your shoulder as his whiny voice refused to let go:

“You don’t know how lonely I was without you… it felt like forever.”

He tilted his face up, eyes shimmering with both frustration and longing, before burying his head against your chest with a sigh—like a child finally being comforted.

“I won’t let go. Not tonight.”

Then he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, a pouty little gesture that felt more like a spoiled apology than anything else.

“Yes, I love you, my silly jealous puppy.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling softly with warmth.

“Good night, I love you.”

[ihcakotandmadness]

This is just lovely!!

Hello! I just found the paswg on tumblr and im recentky obssessed, i hope you are well marshmelow, and i was wondering if you can write about the poly bros babysitting user's cat bc user has to go somewhere urgent where pets arent allowed, however..the cat doesnt like the poly bros so said cat misbehaves around them (cat only loves user) i just wanna see the bros suffer from doing babysitting pets job if thats okay hehe :3

Polyester x Reader x Polyurethane

Reader having a cat, Reader and Poly brothers implied to be together

...why is this cat so feral?

The brothers were covered in scratches. From the arms, their cheeks, and even bite marks given from this feral feline. You were currently out at the moment, you called the brothers to take care of something for you because something urgent came up.

They were confused at first from your vague message, but agreed nonetheless.

Now they were doubting if they should've just declined this task you entrusted it to them.

. . .

"Soooo... What did you call us here for, babe?"

"And what's with that cat?"

You introduced your pet to the brothers. You told them you had somewhere to be and pets weren't allowed in. Since there wasn't anyone you can think of, you decided to call them instead.

"Awww! You thought of us!"

"And you called us here for...?"

You were about to get into that. You asked the brothers if they can take care of your feline here, you never really trusted your neighbors given how the citizens in Daten City are. Plus, you tried calling other people you know, but it seems like they can't find the time to babysit your pet. Nor are they really that trustworthy...

"And that led you to us."

"And here I thought you were just desperate to see us."

"Low-key feeling hurt here..."

Well, you know it's their day off at the moment as well as doing nothing before you call. So are they willing to keep an eye on your cat?

"Well it's just some animal, how hard could it be?"

They're more than just some animal.

"We're totally gonna eat this up. Don't you worry, love."

If that's the case, you gave them a list of what to do and not to do. Kissed them goodbye and went on your way.

. . .

Which then brings them to the present. It was supposed to be your cats bath time, but it doesn't seem like your cat is ready for it. Whenever the brothers try to get their hands on the cat, they'll get hissed at, and attempt to scratch them. Despite the angels successfully dodging it, your cat still manages to do so by the notable scars on them.

"Ugh! Why are you being so difficult!?" Polyurethane cried as he tried to catch the cat but was jumped on by his head.

With the cat running around, Polyester used his wings in order to catch up to it. With the close distance between them, Polyester managed to grab the feline, though not without harm.

"Hiss!"

The cat protested, using its claws to scrape the angel's skin.

"It's only water! Why are you so scared of it!?"

"Hold on. I have an idea..."

. . .

They managed to bathe the cat by luring it with treats. Now that the cat is fresh and clean, they crossed it off in their to-do list. Next on the list was...

"To feed the cat. This is the last one on the list, though we need to feed it till night comes."

"Love said they might come home later in the evening so they're probably gonna feed it instead."

"How did our bae manage a beast like that?"

"Beats me."

They flop down on the couch. Who knew angels like them can find it exhausting to babysit a pet. Genuinely, just how did you manage a cat like that?

From the aftermath of all that, the brothers were covered in bandages all over from the cheeks and arms.

It was late in the afternoon, just a few hours more and they can get to see your pretty face. Just a few hours...

Crash!

They immediately turned their heads to where the noise was. And lo and behold, it's your cat. Judging from the scattered fragments on the ground, it was most likely a mug that dropped on the floor. And the culprit was right in front of them.

"We just looked away for less than a minute and you're already causing trouble again!"

. . .

The door groaned as you pushed it open. It was an exhausting day for you given how busy it was today. The only thing you're anticipating when you're going home was your cats and boyfriends presence.

Once you stepped inside your home, you were first greeted by your cats meows and a snuggle on your ankles. Smiling, you put your things down somewhere and pick up your cat.

Going further in, you were amused by the sight before you. Two figures were slouched on the couch. Both of the brothers were sleeping peacefully, chest gently heaving up and down.

Based on those bandages alone, you send a look on your cat who's in your arms as it only meows innocently while snuggling up against you. Looking back on the brothers, surely they wouldn't mind you taking a pic of them? And as an apology, you silently promise to make it up to them.

This is pretty long compared to my other works. I really like this scenario! I sure hope this is to your liking anon! 🙏🏼

[ihcakotandmadness]

Bon appetit baby x9

Imagine eating food off the Poly Twins

A/N: NSFW

You come home after a long day of fighting demons and killing ghost. Only to hear your shared home with boys quiet.

It was strange as it’s usually never to quiet especially with those two. You checked around only to hear some faint giggles coming from the bed room.

You opened the door to see the boys completely nude having all your favorite foods and desserts on top of them.

You felt as if you were living on cloud nine.

You started to eat of them and if there was any sauce or cream left you would lick it off them.

The boys just saw this trend and thought it would be a quick laugh. But they were still enjoying being devoured by you.

You made sure nothing was left behind. And after you were done the boys were just nude, faces red, and hard.

You were getting up to leave to get some napkins but both boys stopped you.

They both licked whatever was left on your face and being so close together during this one thing lead to another.

[ihcakotandmadness]

Lumen (Polyester & Polyurethane)

TAGS: Polyester/Dragoness!reader/Polyurethane, fluff, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi

They were stripping.

In public.

Why the fuck were they stripping in public?

And what’s worse is that no one seemed to be batting an eye at the blatant display of nudity as they went through some sort of magical girl-esque transformation as evil spirits(?) swarmed them.

It’s only been a week since you woke up at the outskirts of this weird city located somewhere in America of all places, and the amount of weird stuff that has happened and the lack of reaction from the masses at the weirdness of it all had you stumped. Wherever this was, it wasn’t the bleak yet mundane Earth you had been born into and grew up in.

Finding a place to stay was easy enough, especially when the real estate agent asked no questions when presented with a pouch of YGGDRASIL-origin gold coins. If anything, he was all too eager to skedaddle with the money after you signed the stack of necessary documents. Maybe you should have been more cautious at the lack of required identification and documentation for such a purchase.

You learn within your very first day of being a new resident of Daten City why its realtors were more than happy to take the money of potential homeowners willing to buy property here. 

It was by luck that you remembered to place protection wards around your new home, just like how your old friends from Ainz Ooal Gown had drilled into your head time and time again. When a large explosion happened to occur literally within your area and scorched all your neighbor’s houses into ash, only your humble two-story abode was standing and free from any damage.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to see what or who caused it, only hearing the explosion as you were out grocery shopping. However, you could feel the faintest traces of celestial energy when you went to inspect what seemed to be the center of the explosion.

And now, you know exactly what had been leaving so many traces of celestial and demonic energy all throughout the city.

Daten City was the battleground for angels, demons, and spirits. 

You’d think that angels and demons would be the ones fighting against one another, but right now you were watching as two pairs of angels and demons fought against another pair of angels. 

“Just give up already, you twinky ass bulge bitches!”

“Ain’t no way we’ll take an L from uncs of all people!”

Using one scroll of [Perfect Unknowable] proved to be a wise choice as you followed this absurdly odd group. It had been the first time you used your wings in this new world, and tailing them proved to be good practice up until they crashed at the church(?) situated at the city’s outskirts.

You would have been perfectly content silently observing all of them as they lay on the ground, but when an absurdly large hand appeared from the sky and reached down to point at Blue and Pink, that plan was immediately thrown out the window.

What you did next was incredibly stupid and dangerous, but that’s why you weren’t a guild leader nor one of your guild’s strategists. 

As the giant hand retreated to the heavens with who were apparently his twin sons, you took flight and entered through the holy gates.

The subsequent uproar of heaven’s denizens upon your reveal was a story that would be told for millennia to come. For you are the first and perhaps the last to march into heaven with the power to seize and mold it as you please, and yet you only asked for guidance as someone who had lost everything they held dear and now looked for a new purpose in life.

How could He turn away a lost lamb?

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“...Angel Polyester and Angel Polyurethane will henceforth be placed under the stewardship of the Outbounder until heaven deems you both worthy to operate without guidance.”

And that is how you ended up with two pet angels under your care. Now that you actually know their names, you can finally stop calling them by their respective hair colors in your head.

“Pick any room you guys want. I live alone, so there are a lot of empty rooms to choose from. The realtor who sold me this house practically gave it for free with how cheap it was!” 

What you failed to mention is that the area your house is located in is the most destruction-prone area of the city. Only you were crazy enough to actually take up the challenge of buying a house here. 

The destroyed homes surrounding yours were a testament to how bad this area was to live in, but your lack of worry was intriguing to the twins as they silently followed and allowed you to lead the conversation.

“I meal prep a lot of food, so you can grab anything you want from the freezer if I’m not home to cook for food— Oh, but if you wanna cook, feel free to use any ingredients in the kitchen!”

Polyester shared a look with Polyurethane, your implications of cooking for them and having free rein over the contents of your fridge seeming like a deal that was too good to be true.

“I heard from Lord Ramie that you guys are good at your job, and I’m not about to tell you how to do it.” Crossing your arms beneath your chest, you don’t think anything of the way their eyes seemed to darken. “I’ll just be here to support you whenever you need it, okay? If there’s some spirit or anything else you’re having trouble with, feel free to call me for help. I know a thing or two about fighting and resolving conflicts~”

.

.

.

“...And you’re chill with that?”

“...You know you can like, just do your own thing, right? We just need a place to crash at best”

You shook your head. “You guys were put under my care, and as far as I’m concerned, that means doing more than just keeping a roof over your heads.”

Before they could ask more questions, you shush the twins with a finger on both their lips. “Don’t think about it too much, or you’ll hurt your pretty little heads. All you need to know is that you don’t have to pay for rent, hot meals, and a nurse/backup ready any time you need.”

Neither angel moved nor even blinked as they watched you sashay up the stairs and towards your room. The lingering heat and softness of your finger on their lips and the hypnotizing image of swaying hips practically burned into their retinas, keeping them rooted on their spot for who knows how long.

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Pretty faces and Pretty strong angeles

Also did these!! They're meant for merch but I think they're useful as matching icons as well!!

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Heyyy can I request polyurethane with a shot fem reader that’s a girlygirl but she can keep a equal fight for them btw love your work :D

Heyaaaa!!! Ofc I can do that! It’s so cute

Polyurethane x short!f! Reader

If anyone had told Polyurethane that his lover would end up being a girl who wore bows in her hair and lip gloss that sparkled, he would’ve laughed them out of the room. But here you were, walking next to him in your pastel dress, a stubborn little pout on your lips that made his chest feel like it was going to explode.

“Doll, I swear, you’re like… pocket-sized,” he said, grinning down at you. “I could literally pick you up and use you as a weapon.”

You smacked his arm with your purse, glaring up at him. “Try it, and you’ll regret it.”

Polyurethane froze, then burst out laughing. “Why are you so scary for someone who smells like strawberries?” But he loved it. He loved the way you weren’t afraid of him, or anyone, despite your height.

One night you two were walking through Daten City, headed back from grabbing food. Polyurethane was ranting about how some dude had called him “a himbo twink” earlier when fate decided to throw that same guy right in front of you both.

“It’s the twink again,” the stranger sneered, laughing with his buddies.

Polyurethane immediately puffed up. “Excuse you? Who the hell-”

But you were already marching forward, heels clicking against the concrete. Polyurethane blinked, half-panicked. “Wait, princess, chill.”

You stopped right in front of the guy, so short you had to tilt your chin all the way up to glare. It would’ve been comical if not for the fire in your eyes. “What did you just call him?”

The dude scoffed. “A twink. What are you going to do? Hit my ankle?”

Before Polyurethane could jump in, you hit the guy square in the nuts. He let out a strangled squeal and collapsed, and you didn’t stop there; you shoved him down and gave him two more kicks to make sure he got the message. The whole street went quiet. Polyurethane stayed silent the entire time.

You dusted your dress off, looking down at the man with disgust. “Call him that again, and next time, I won’t stop at this.” Then you turned around and walked back to Polyurethane like nothing had happened.

He was just staring at you.

“You’re terrifying. I’m literally in love with you.” He slapped both hands over his heart. “Marry me. Right now. You’re insane. I’m NEVER letting you go.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging him along by the wrist. “Come on, twink.”

“Babe?! No!! Don’t start too.” he whined, but his smile was so wide it hurt.

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wip

[ihcakotandmadness]

Ihcakot: Damn! That Brat tammer vibes That i got here~!

So uh, I have a request-

Poly bros x femme fatale reader-

Context: She’s a fallen angel and an experienced ghost hunter who’s been sent by heaven to take out the higher level ghosts that the sisters or the brothers can’t take out. Basically heaven’s secret weapon.

Well she gets sent to daten city to take out a high-level ghost, and the brothers finally meet her during the skirmish. She’s cold, cunning, silver tounged, well-spoken/dressed (doesn’t use much modern slang) and flirty. Just their type.

So now they gotta compete with all of the other single men in daten city to get her attention. Will they succeed or no? Only one way to find out! :3

(Sfw or nsfw is up to you! :>)

Omgggg YASSSSS I can do that!!! So let’s go!!

That one was LONG and hard to write sorry if it sucks bad I wasn’t in a good headspace and pretty busy while writing

PolyPlastics x Femme fatale! Reader

Polyester

The battle was already tense. Your movements were sharp, precise, almost surgical. You looked more like a dancer than a fighter, every flick of your weapon was calculated.

The twins had been called to the scene by heaven, but when Polyester finally laid eyes on you, he literally stopped mid-swing.

“Bro…bro, BRO. Who is that?” he gasped, hand half-covering his mouth like he just saw a celebrity walk by. Polyurethane was still shooting at the ghost. “What do you mean who? help me out, idiot.”

But Polyester wasn’t moving. His eyes were locked on you as you landed a perfect strike, sending the ghost reeling. You didn’t even glance at them, didn’t spare a word. Polyester was gone.

“Gosh. Babe? I don’t even know your name yet but I’m literally ,like, boutta drop to my knees. Are you kidding me right now?” He ran a hand through his hair like he was trying to look presentable mid-fight.

You finally looked at him. Your voice was low: “You boys shouldn’t be here. This thing isn’t for amateurs.”

Polyester’s jaw dropped.

“NOT FOR AMATEURS?! Babygirl, I been fighting ghosts since forever. Don’t play me like that!” he pressed his palm to his chest, “you can’t just look me dead in the eyes and call me an amateur. That’s crazy.”

You didn’t smile. You just tilted your head, eyes sharp.

“Prove me wrong then.”

And just like that, Polyester went feral. He pulled out his weapon, nearly tripping, then caught himself. “Bet. Say less. I got you. Watch this, girlypop watch this-”

Polyester then started to go extra hard, just to impress you. “This ghost boutta get ratio’d so bad, I’m embarrassed for him.”

Meanwhile, you didn’t break a sweat. You were efficient, cutting the ghost down. Polyester stood there panting, flushed, holding his weapon like he just ran a marathon while you looked like you just stepped off a runway.

He wiped his forehead, pushed his bangs back, and shot you the cockiest grin he could muster.

“So uh… you free after this? We could literally grab food. Just say the word.”

Polyurethane groaned in the back. “Bro, are you simping mid-job?!”

Polyester snapped back, “YES? What do you want me to do, ignore her? Look at her! She’s literally the baddest thing I’ve ever seen!”

You gave the faintest smile and turned.

And Polyester lost it. He doubled over clutching his chest.

“OH MY GOD. She smiled. She smiled at me. Take me home. I’m done.“

He was hooked. From that first meeting,

Polyester then decided he was going to chase you like his life depended on it. The problem was every other guy in Daten City noticed you too. Polyester suddenly found himself in a competition he didn’t sign up for, and you graceful, untouchable, teasing without saying much only made him want you more.

Slight NSFW

One night, he finally got you alone, the air between you was already sizzling after weeks of pulling and chasing. He pressed you against the door the second it closed, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath ragged. “Been thinking ‘bout this since the second I saw you. Don’t play coy with me, love. I know you feel it too.”

And when you finally leaned in, letting him kiss you, he completely lost it.

Polyester kissed you like he starved, hands all over, pulling you in as if he was terrified you’d vanish. He groaned into your mouth, sloppy, needy but it was all real.

“Fuck…” he whined when you tugged his hair. His hips pressed into yours, his breath breaking into shallow gasps. He wasn’t quiet at all. every touch pulled out a moan or a groan.

His hands slid down your sides, then his confidence spiking again. he pinned your wrists above your head, pressing you harder against the wall. His voice dropped:

“You have no idea what you just did to me. I’m not letting anyone else touch you like this, babe. You’re mine now. Say it.”

You teased him, refusing at first, and he groaned, rutting against you desperately. “Don’t do me like this… please…I need to hear you’re mine.”

He was a moaner, without shame and the more you teased him, the rougher he got at kissing your neck, biting your collarbone and grinding against you.

He alternated between clumsy eagerness and shocking dominance. One second, his voice cracked as he begged, “please, fuck, don’t stop!”, the next, he was panting against your ear, whispering “you’re mine, I’ll wreck you if I have to prove it.”

When he finally got to feel all of you, Polyester nearly cried. Biting his lip to hold back, but still whining loudly, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

After, he wouldn’t let go. He collapsed on top of you, still moaning softly, peppering kisses on your skin, hands shaking as he held you tight.

Polyurethane

The first time Polyurethane actually noticed you, he nearly tripped over his feet. Polyester was too busy being slick, but Polyurethane was fixated. You had just finished exorcising a ghost that had been plaguing half the city. The twins had been struggling with it for hours, cursing and shooting, and you had swept in, blades gleaming.

Polyurethane’s jaw dropped. “Am I hallucinating, or did Heaven just drop their finest baddie on us?” You turned toward him, eyes unreadable. “You are speaking quite loudly for someone who contributed little to the fight.”

He gasped. “Did she just roast me?“ He leaned against his brother. You quirked a brow, stepping past him. “If you are done dramatizing, I have other matters to attend to.”

But Polyurethane wasn’t about to let you slip away. He jogged after you, practically bouncing, words spilling out too fast. “Wait, wait, wait! Doll. I mean, madam, wait. You’re just gonna leave? After flexing that hard? You gotta let me buy you, like… coffee or something. I mean, tea. Do fallen angels drink tea? What’s your vibe?”

You cast him a glance, unimpressed. “I do not partake in any distractions.”

“That’s fine, that’s fine,” he said, nodding furiously. “I don’t either. Except I totally do. But can you make an exception?“

When you stayed silent, he panicked, words tumbling out messily: “Look I’m not trying to be that guy, but you’re literally so beautiful. And I’d never forgive myself if I fumbled you.”

Your lips curved, faintly amused despite yourself. “You are remarkably persistent.”

“Persistent…?” Polyurethane repeated, smiling, “Don’t gas me up like that; I’m blushing, holy shit.” He fanned his face, stumbling over his excitement.

You tilted your head, considering him as if he were a puzzle. “You blush easily for someone who can hardly keep his weapon steady.”

“Ouch, she called me out AGAIN,” he groaned, but then grinned. “But… keep talking. I’d let you cook me all day like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

Something about his ridiculous comment cracked through your cold facade. Against your better judgment, you chuckled softly. It was small, but he saw it.

And Polyurethane lit up. “Oh my fucking God, I made her laugh!” He actually did a little spin, nearly tripping over rubble.

You sighed, shaking your head, but there was the faintest glimmer of warmth in your eyes. “You are absurd.”

“Absurdly into you, yeah,” he shot back instantly.

And though you turned away again, this time… you didn’t walk off quite as quickly.

Slight slight NSFW

It had been weeks since you last crossed paths with the twins. You assumed fate, or perhaps Heaven’s will, was keeping you apart. And yet here you were, seated at the polished counter of a dim bar in Daten City, glass in hand. The music throbbed, neon light gleaming across your features. You weren’t expecting company.

“No fucking way.”

You turned slowly, and there he was. Polyurethane, cheeks flushed already and two half-finished shots in his hand. His jaw practically hit the floor when he spotted you. “Am I drunk, or did I get extra lucky tonight?”

You raised a brow, unimpressed. “Polyurethane.”

He slapped a hand over his forehead. “She remembered my name. Bro, bartender! Give me another drink; I need to celebrate.”

Before you could reply, he slid onto the stool beside you, leaning way too close. “Listen. Don't laugh, but I literally manifested you. No joke.”

You sipped your drink calmly, your gaze cutting him. “I suspect alcohol has clouded your reasoning.”

“And you,” he said, pointing with a wobble, “are avoiding the fact that you were totally destined to run into me again. We’re canon. It’s written.”

You should have brushed him off. You should have stood and left him rambling at the counter. But there was something magnetic in him. Perhaps it was the alcohol warming you; perhaps not. Either way, when his hand brushed against yours, you didn’t move it.

His eyes widened. “You don’t mind?” His voice cracked. “Don’t play with me. I’m already down bad.”

A sharp smirk touched your lips. “You talk far too much.”

That was all it took. He lunged forward and kissed you eagerly, a little clumsy, but so hungry. You tasted whiskey on his tongue, desperation in the way he moaned against your mouth.

You should have pulled away. Instead, you tangled a hand in his hair, pulling him closer.

“I’m gonna combust.”

“Then combust quietly,” you murmured, lips ghosting his.

He didn’t listen. He was already dragging you off the stool, laughing breathlessly as he stumbled toward the back, half-dragging.

You pushed him into the stall, the door clicking shut behind you, and before he could say another word, you caught his jaw and kissed him again, harder this time. His knees buckled. He gasped between kisses, hands roaming your sides without knowing where to rest as you pressed him back against the stall.

“Focus,” you commanded.

“I am focusing!” he whined, kissing your neck sloppily. “I’m focusing on how insane this is. I’m actually gonna lose my mind. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

You smirked, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, making him shudder. “Perhaps I do.”

“Don’t say it like that,” he whined, hips jerking against yours involuntarily. “You’re going to kill me. Actually kill me. And I’d say thank you.”

The stall filled with the sounds of your moans and sloppy kisses. And tonight, maybe, just maybe, the chaos was exactly what you craved.

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Damn this got me hungry no wat!! NoWay!! X9

Can you do a poly bro x reader, where reader loves to cook, especially home cooked Japanese meals and she makes the bros bento box lunches for work? ( you can make it where the bros accidentally forgot their lunches and reader bring it to them when they go on a lunch break or they do bring it with them to work, it’s up to you)

Forgive me if I fuck up my Japanese dishes lmao I did my best to research everything

Poly Bros x Fem! Reader

cw. None, fem pronouns

☆ Anything you make for them is always going to be a certified banger in their eyes, partly because they know that it’s made with love every time.

☆ Cringe to say but it just hits different yk?

☆ And the attention to detail that you curate for their bento boxes never goes unnoticed by them. They gush about the cute faces or images you made with the food and post about it on their social media stories constantly.

— “Peep this shit chat, our wifey made the most banger bento today, betcha jealous huh?” “She even made the onigiri look like bears. That’s like, the cutest shit I’ve ever fucking seen. I literally cant even—“

☆ Their followers are so goddamn sick of it.

☆ Like congrats man, you have a girlfriend that loves you and cooks you meals all the time— some of us are dealing with a loneliness epidemic.

☆ It’s bonus bragging points if you work for that famous sushi train place in Daten city.

☆ You know, the one where the oyakata was taken away by a ghost and sold angel tongue nigiri?

☆ Yeah that one.

☆ Even if you didn’t work in preparing the food you still pick up some tips and tricks just floating around the kitchen.

☆ And they looooove bragging about it.

☆ Spoiled bratty nepo babies flaunting about getting the finer things? Fork found in kitchen.

— “Oh I’m sorry— do you have a baddie who has exclusive access to Daten City’s most famous oyakata? I like, highkey doubt it.” “Yeah, broke and bitchless? Pick a struggle pookie— get your money up and not your funny up before trying to go toe to toe with us, mkay?”

☆ Either way, they always look forward to your meals no matter what it is, dropping everything to eat whatever you packed for their lunch today.

☆ They have their preferences and sometimes will ask for certain dishes by their mood or maybe a change in their diet.

☆ Same goes for when they come home for dinner.

☆ Polyester imo fucks heavy with the more fried and hearty meals— Hamburg steak? Loves that diva down. Tonkatsu, takoyaki, okonomiyaki, gyoza and spicy Japanese curry are also in his rotation.

☆ Motherfucker eats like a war general.

☆ He really likes those octo hot dogs in his bento.

☆ Polyurethane is the other side of the coin: preferring things a little more lighter and less fatty. Zaru soba, sashimi, nigiri, somen and ochazuke are what he gravitates towards.

☆ He’s just so demure <3

☆ His favorite thing about your bento is when you shape the rice to make it look like Sanrio characters <3

☆ If they forgot their lunch they’ll will have an almost nuclear crashout— that’s the literally only thing they look forward to in the day besides coming home to you.

☆ Until they see you arriving with their lunches in hand.

☆ They’re like that meme of that chihuahua that goes from >:v to :)

☆ And they’ll thank you for bringing their lunches to them by barraging your face with kisses until to squeal with giggles.

— “Bae, you literally have no idea of how much of a lifesaver you are rn like no cap.” “We were literally going to fully crash out and run our truck into a government building fr.”

☆ They would want you to stay with them while they eat their lunches since you’re already here if you aren’t busy.

☆ That way they can gush to your face and just hang out with their favorite girl during their lunch break :)

☆ Food and cooking someone a meal is a love language they appreciate from the bottom of their hearts, knowing how much time, prep and energy it takes to fill a stomach— nevertheless two.

☆ So don’t be surprised if they return the favor someday with making your lunch full of your favorites.

☆ They had to sneak out while you were sleeping to get it done— watching a few videos on youtube and tiktok to make sure they got everything right and nearly killing each other in the process.

☆ But the smile on your face was all worth it.

☆ And it’s actually not bad thanks to Polyester’s innate knack to pick out the best ingredients and herbs— Polyurethane mostly just did the chopping and assembling.

— “Don’t get used to this being like a regular thing or whatever— we just wanted to gift our wifey something nice.” “Facts, we’re actually normal and appreciate our princess’s efforts unlike those redpill losers who don’t even wash their ass.”

☆ They’re so incredibly whipped for you.

☆ Please continue to win their hearts through their stomachs lmao <3

[ihcakotandmadness]

Attention

Polyester x Fem! Reader x Polyurethane

Gamer! Reader, slightly suggestive

There's been this game you're addicted to lately. Someone you know introduced it to you and you decided to give it a shot, which led you to playing this game for hours.

You had Polyester hugging you from behind while Polyurethane was leaning against you on your side as you played away on your device. Their shift for today had ended and decided to stop by your place to spend time with you.

But rather than receiving your attention, you instead gave it to this game of yours that they see nothing worth about. What's so special about it that have you diverge your focus away from them?

Which then got them an idea.

Polyester snuggles against your neck as Polyurethane rested one of his hands on your thigh. You didn't mind it, but the more you didn't acknowledge them the more sensual their touch becomes.

You felt Polyester's hands ride up under your shirt as he caress your waist. You felt Polyurethane's lips on your cheeks as he goes down to your neck. You can't tell which one you should focus on at this point.

But their mischief didn't seem to stop there.

You can feel their hands riding up more on your body. Polyester's hands were on your chest groping them lightly as Polyurethane's hands were traveling dangerously close between your legs.

You then decided to close the game.

"Finally! Took you long enough to notice us."

"Now it's our turn to have fun with you."

Before you could protest, they immediately pinned you to the bed.

[ihcakotandmadness]

HELLO, I have a question for you. I know we've seen very little of the Poly-Plastics twins, but what do you think their ideal couple would be like after they're over and/or their shared couple?

Hello hello!!! I have a few headcanons about it but I’m not sure I understood your req so don’t hesitate to ask again if I answered incorrectly!!!

POLYPLASTICS HEADCANONS

Polyester

Polyester is the more grounded and protective one, so his perfect partner is someone who’s stable but playful.

He’d want someone who can tease him back without taking it too far and who appreciates his sarcastic little comments instead of being hurt by them.

His ideal romance would be a slow burn, someone who would take the time with him. Someone who he could let his guard down with.

He likes being the reliable one, so a partner who lets him take care of them (but also occasionally flips it back on him) would make him feel soft.

Polyurethane

Polyurethane is the clingier and emotional one. He wants someone who’s confident, affectionate, and doesn’t get tired of reassuring him.

His ideal lover hypes him up, gives him attention constantly, and can handle his dramatics.

He thrives in a PDA-heavy relationship.

Basically, he wants someone who will hold his hand everywhere, kiss him a lot, and let his soft side show up.

Their Shared Couple (if they date the same S/O)

If they share, their perfect partner is someone who’s:

Playful enough to handle their bickering.

Affectionate enough to give them both what they crave.

Patient enough to not get overwhelmed when they’re loud.

The twins would argue over who gets more attention, but the ideal partner doesn’t “pick”; instead, they balance the love so both twins feel wanted.

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Smut Blurb!

Just thinking about reader who’s a total slave to Ester and Thane. You’ve never been addicted to anything, but you’re an addict to their cocks. You honestly thought that being cock drunk was just a myth told in smut, but once you had Thane's cock down your throat, you were a fucking drunkard. You don’t just want it, you need it to live, and they take full advantage of that fact. They drag you through filthy acts, and you turn around and ask for more. Ester slaps your face with his girthy cock as he uses you as a lowly cock rest. When Thane comes home, you get down on your knees and bury your face into his bulge, taking a deep inhale as he pushes you deeper in until you're suffocating on his cock <3 You're out here whoring yourself out to the only two men in the world who matter.  You upkeep every inch of your body just to turn yourself into a perfect little fuck toy for them to use when they see you… Perching yourself on your knees as you greet them at the door, eyes glazed over because everything about them is so perfect, and you don’t wanna think about anything else other than their massive cocks. Rock hard and curved ever so slightly. Pink flushed tips fighting for room in your mouth as you do your best to suck on them at the same time. Stupid little baby reader doesn’t even need to be asked, you just open your mouth for them whenever they get their cocks out.

You keep their cocks inside you for as long as possible. You rest in your best after you just finished a round, but you keep both of their cocks inside you after hours of stretching out your holes. You’re so full, but you don't care because the ache reminds you that the ones you love most are right next to you. You can't think of anything better to do with your life than to worship the angels who fell from heaven and blessed you with their cocks <3

[ihcakotandmadness]

"where ever you go! I'll would be found You"🎶🎶

By Your Side

Polyester x Reader x Polyurethane

Angel! Reader, Childhood crush, Reader is mentioned to be older, Reader knows the Poly brothers and Anarchy sisters since childhood

Polyester and Polyurethane have always liked a certain angel since childhood, and that angel was you. You were known to be older than them, even older than the Anarchy sisters making you partially responsible for their actions back then.

The brothers have always followed you around whenever you're in the area. Regardless of where, they're bout to be by your side. Even when you tried hiding away from them, they always managed to find you.

Not only were they clingy, but they were also brats. They'd cry whenever you don't wanna do something they ordered ask you to do, making you reluctantly follow them.

The only thing they wanted you to do was to always stay by their side and be theirs. So why did you choose to follow the Anarchy sisters when they descended to earth?

. . .

You don't know how you managed to get into this situation. It was the middle of the night and you were on the floor with two men hugging you on the waist and shoulders. You don't know these people, they were complete strangers to you.

"Don't remember us?"

"It's disappointing to know those hags quickly recognized us than you do."

Confusion draws on your face. When you decided to look more closely at them, you recognized them from their eyes alone.

You called out their name.

"So you do recognize us. That makes me happy!" Says Polyurethane as he pulls you closer to him. "We missed you y'know." Polyester calls out, hugging you closer.

It seems like no matter how much you run away, you'll be bound to be found by them. Nonetheless, you have to admit, you also miss them.

[ihcakotandmadness]

Hello, may I request the polyester and polyurethane (separate) falling in love with a female human at first sight? I swear, you are helping my obsession with the boys keep going❤️❤️!

Polyester x Fem! Reader x Polyurethane

Love at first sight for Polyester

It was just a single glance. Just one single glance!

Polyester wasn't the type to believe in love at first sight. Love takes time. The more you know that person better, the better judgement you have for that person if they're the one.

But when Polyester caught a glimpse of you, a human girl who's walking down the streets of Daten City, he suddenly questioned his belief in this 'love at first sight' thing. Polyester was in denial at first, how can he just fall in love with a stranger like that? You did absolutely nothing! Just... Looking all... Pretty... And stuff.

Once he came to terms with his feelings, Polyester attempted to get closer to you. He wanted to take things slow, most likely fearing you might run away if things were to go fast.

But no matter how slow he wants it to be, he still hints he wants you. Down bad.

Love at first sight for Polyurethane

You were endangered by ghosts when you first appeared, and Polyurethane managed to be there in time to save you. It was like a euphoric experience once he sets his eyes on you. And if Polyurethane wants something, he'll get it.

Polyurethane didn't care much about this 'love takes time' that his brother claims to believe. He'd rather shoot his chance than let it waste away! Who knows if he gets another one?

He isn't ashamed of letting his feelings be known to you. When you thanked him for saving his life, he told you you can just repay it back by having a date with him or outwardly telling you to be his girlfriend.

He wants you badly. And he shows it by clinging onto you, giving you things you didn't even ask for and most likely shows up at your workplace to give you a ride home. Don't ask how he knows it. He pretty much acts like your boyfriend at this point.

And due to this, you've been asked multiple times by the people you know if you guys are dating.

Well, you guys ARE dating.

...you just have no idea.

Polyurethane was much shorter than Polyester's before in the middle of my drafting, but now it seems like his is more longer lolol