#paswg x reader

[lemondytart]

Angels x Human

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[cherrie-chu]

Who do you like more?

[saintxlaw]

HIGHER. [Polyester & Polyurethane + Reader]

━╋ Summary: “So tell me- is it a crime to want them all; how could I decide on either or?”

━╋ Contains: SMUTTTTT GOOD LORD TURN BACK NOW CHILDREN-, no plot whatsoever, I went absolutely coke squirrel nuts, top! Polyester and Polyurethane because of the plot, plot = me, lotttssss of kissing, even more tongue, dirty talk, fingerfracking, cursing, double penetration, NO incest, NO sexual contact between the brothers because wtf do y’all think this is🤨, this is still a wh♡rehouse, but this is a wh♡rehouse with STANDARDS, bit of manhandling, spitting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, choking, squirting, mind break, this is intense, multiple rounds, the twins have big dicks, Polyurethane has a tongue piercing, an@l (f rec.), drooling, tagging this now I realize a few things about myself😭, pvssy spanking, spanking in general, petnames, the kissing is filthy seriously, a hint of degradation, tongue sucking, it gets messy, turn back while your still pure PLEA-

A/N- I apologize in advance but blame @strawberryraviegutz !!😭 she said something about polyester and polyurethane fics first!! This is her fault! Im innocent😭🕊️

━╋ English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

Overwhelmed.

You were soooo overwhelmed.

Shivers constantly wrack your body that is currently sandwiched between their muscle.

Polyester to your left, his brother to your right.

Polyurethane’s mouth is slotted tight against yours, kissing you so deep it’s like he’s trying to eat you. The metal ball in his tongue swipes messily against your palette and you can’t even feel your eyes that have since rolled back into your skull.

Meanwhile, Polyester is no kinder. Licking and biting at your neck, blowing at the trails of saliva he leaves behind just to watch you twitch- cunt squeezing needily around the fingers he’s got fucking your tight hole. The slick piercing of Polyurethane’s laves across your tongue when you break the kiss- the muscle hanging out your mouth as you try to catch your breath. The nice thing to do would be to let you.

Where’s the fun in that?

Polyurethane coos- before sucking your tongue right into his own mouth. Polyester hisses at the sudden gush of slick from your pussy, hard clit throbbing erratically under his thumb. Warbled moans escape your mouth caught in a kiss that already sounds so pornographic you could cum from that alone.

Another tongue traces the shell of your ear, wet and heavy before sucking the whorl inside and you cry.

“C’mon”, Polyurethane pops off your swollen lips, breathing against your panting mouth, “open your mouth up some more for us, pretty.”

“Yeah, I want some too”. Polyester moans, lapping a fat trail up your jugular to suckle more hot welts onto the sensitive skin, swooping down to take your mouth in a kiss that’s just as filthy as the one his brother had been dominating you with.

The lack of metal in his mouth is a nice contrast along with the almost teasingly obscene way Polyester kisses you compared to the hypnotically intense way Polyurethane does.

Your lips slide and suck against each others when you feel another two fingers slide down your flushed body, squeezing inside you beside Polyester’s. Heat washes over you like molten lava- consuming you with how full you feel. Polyester kisses you harder, moaning as he slurps into the humid cavern, licking hungrily across your teeth and sucking your bottom lip.

Hands and mouths are everywhere and it quickly gets to the point where you don’t know which is which or where they stop and you begin.

Four fingers work seamlessly in tandem to drive you off the cliff of your sanity— thrusting away at the rough patch of nerves along your walls, basking in the sloppy noises coming from your cunt and playing thumb war with your clit. It’s both heaven and hell.

“God, you’re so loud baby.” Polyurethane rasps against your cheek, nipping the flesh at your cute hiccuping gasps.

“S’probably because she’s gonna cum soon, aren’t you?”

Your moans turn into wails, looking every bit the whore as tears roll down your cheeks. Polyurethane licks it up with a sick grin. Polyester’s fingers spreading you open while Polyurethane knuckles at your g-spot watching your brain leak out your pussy. Somehow, you’ve gotten even louder.

“Yeaah, she is”, he scoffs. “Easy little slut.”

Polyester barely has the swollen bud of your tit out from between his teeth, Polyurethane spanking punishing swats directly on your poor clit, your thudding pulse racing against the hold he has on your throat squeezing lightly with his tongue in your mouth when you just can’t take anymore- falling clean apart at the seams under the onslaught of brutal pleasure.

It’s searing— the way your orgasm burns through you.

You’re screaming, wailing, full on shaking, begging- even praying as you cum so hard it hurt. The twins don’t let up for a second, prolonging your orgasm for as long as you manage to stay conscious. Normally, they’d drag it out longer- really make you beg for it but your cute pathetic little desperate reactions to them; completely beside yourself, were just too divine. (ゝ◡∂）

By the time you come to, they’re sucking you off their fingers, whispering praises as they maneuver your limp body into a different position. Polyester beneath you, Polyurethane behind you; both hard.

Voice hoarse but eager, eyes glossy when you ask,

“W-what now?”

Polyester’s taken to beating your clit with the fat head of his dick, precum leaking from his slit mixing with your juices as Polyurethane spreads you open. Whistling lowly at the sight you make. They couldn’t wait to ruin you.

Pushing you down until your burning cheek is flush to the hard planes of Polyester’s body, face resting against his smooth pec; the rest of you in a perfect arch and suddenly feel something prod at your asshole.

You jerk but between the two of them there’s nowhere to go and nowhere you’d want to be.

Polyurethane gets your excitement but he won’t have all that squirming and fidgeting. There’s no warning when his hand comes down on your ass with a deafening ‘crack!!’, leaving you gasping in pain at the delicious burn but staying still for the most part. Polyester coos, sharing a look with his brother.

If you had the presence of self to look at either, you’d know it meant that you’re calling out of work tomorrow.

Hard lengths slide against both your wet holes, applying more pressure at each swipe until they’re pushing in. You moan in unison at the tight fit. For you, it’s because you’ve never been so full. Stuffed to the brim from both ends, the pleasure making you delirious as your mouth drops open in a broken whine— drooling on Polyester’s peck- already fucked out.

For them, it’s a little bit of everything. Your soft curves snug against them, the sodden chokehold your pussy and ass has their cocks in- down to the way your prettily painted toes curl when you try to take what they give you only to cry and whine when you ultimately can’t.

Polyurethane hisses through his teeth, slamming his pelvis tight against you as he jams the rest of the way in, helping himself to your gooey walls when he remembers you asked something earlier.

“Now-”, he lands another heavy hit to your ass, “we have even more fun.”

Polyester thrusts deep, the weight of him brain emptying inside you. Winding his fingers through your hair, he’s pulling your mouth up to his with a groan, kissing you wet and deep. Your tongues mold against each other in your lip-lock, little ‘uh uh’s breaking through here and there as Polyurethane picks up the pace.

“S’ she still in there?” He purrs, cruel and taunting.

“Doesn’t look like it.” Polyester grins back, talking about you like you’re not even there.

It’s so hot you don’t know what to do.

In fact, you’re even concerned that the way you feel now might very well become an addiction. But would having them as your dealers be the worst thing in the world? Polyester and Polyurethane had their differences but they worked well together in everything they did. Wrecking you was no exception.

Thick forearms slide under your arms, pulling you off his lips with a slick ‘pop’, holding you up against another hard body— a big hand moving to collar your throat, squeezing tight enough to make you lightheaded then shaking you gently like a ragdoll. Blue blown eyes look down into your glazed ones with a pout laced with faux pity, licking his lips, the glimpse you catch of the metal ball makes your mouth water.

“Stick your tongue out.”

It’s an order and you obey before it can even finish processing.

Polyurethane grins in satisfaction at how easy you obey. Such an easy girl- rewarding you with another filthily deep grind into your asshole. He watches the muscle twitch in anticipation before laving his own tongue against it in slow licks. Letting the cool ball on his tongue send you into overdrive.

He doesn’t stop licking your tongue until both your mouths are wet with your shared saliva that he sucks off your tongue— before spitting right down your throat.

“Swallow.” He’s nasty with it, smooching your top and bottom lip as he waits.

On another solar system at this point, you obey, tightening like a vice. Engorged clit pulsing so hard that when Polyester goes to bully it; flicking the wet nub with strong fingers- you squirt. Liquid gushing gracelessly out of you wetting the man beneath you, you can’t even pull yourself together enough to be embarrassed about it, visceral groans tearing from your throat and you still can’t breathe properly with the hold around your neck—choked pleading because if you cum this hard it’ll kill you— practically wringing the orgasm out of you.

“Gooood fuckin’ girl..”

They don’t stop.

Hands, mouths, tongues, cocks, lips, are everywhere as they fuck you through that orgasm and the rest of the ones they make you take like you were never meant to even breathe without them.

You’ve long since gone boneless, listening blissed out while they use you like a single fleshlight they’ve been forced to share. The angle of them makes it feel like they’re rubbing your insides together and there’s little you can do besides drool and cum, painting their dicks with your cream.

When they finally do cum, it’s a lot. Filling you so deep it seeps out even with them still stuffed inside. They pant, groaning and hissing in pleasure as they fill you up for almost a minute straight while they take turns sharing your mouth, hands groping your tits and anywhere else they can reach until they finally pull out.

“Fuck..”

You’re gone.

Glazed eyes, mouth wet with whoever’s spit, holes leaking everywhere and numb.

They’re gentle then.

Brushing your hair back, peppering you with kisses that don’t consume, massaging your legs and rubbing the spots they bit, spanked, or sucked too harshly. It’s gone quiet while they wait for you to come back, breathing deeply. Polyester breaks first, impatient as always.

“Hey”, he nuzzles your cheek, “all good?”

You let out a sleepy ‘mhm’ as Polyurethane kisses your other cheek sweetly before sliding off the bed.

“I’ll be back. Gotta get you cleaned up okay babe? Polyester, keep her company.”

“Loud and clear. She’s in the perfect hands.”

By the time Polyurethane gets back, you’re out cold. He smirks, huffing through his nose as he shares an amused look with his brother.

“Think we were too hard on her?”

“Oh definitely.”

Just Polyurethane

[marshmelow]

Trapped

Polyester x Reader x Polyurethane

School AU, Slight smut, Reader and Poly brothers are not in a relationship, possible crushing?

Your professor had asked you to grab something from the storage room of the school for a class activity alongside two people. Those people were Polyester and Polyurethane, the two people who you are stuck with inside the storage room.

The three of you were just searching for the object that your professor had asked you to find until you hear a click! from the door. When you tried opening it, but it wouldn't budge. You couldn't push it open. Even the brothers can't open or destroy the door with their weapons.

That's when you all realize someone must've done something, and that someone was the Anarchy sisters.

You were mad at the two, but the brothers look more furious. Apparently, it seems like the sisters bought some kind of object that would lock the people inside the room and in order to get out, they need to do something that the object orders them to do.

And what the object is asking...

At least two people kiss the person they like

A kiss to someone you like? Well... That seems a bit difficult. When you look at Polyester and Polyurethane, you notice they've been looking at you. Once they catch your gaze, they immediately look away with a visible tint on their cheeks.

.

.

.

Who would've thought you'd get into a situation like this?

You found yourself to be in between the brothers. Polyurethane was on the front while his brother was at your back peppering kisses on your neck as he goes down to your shoulders with his hands gripping your hips. On the front, your lips were intertwined with Polyurethane, hands hugging your waist with his knee in between your legs.

You pulled yourself away from Polyurethane to catch your breath, but your lips were once again taken by Polyester who turned your face to his as he kissed you.

You're sure that the door can be opened at this point, but you can't help but be lost in the moment...

.

.

.

Once the three of you got out, each of you were all looking disheveled. Your hair was a bit of a mess, uniforms slightly wrinkled and your blazer was unbuttoned.

Though all of you didn't mind much of your appearances as you all rush to your class since it probably started just minutes ago. With a loud baam! from the door, all students in the class had their eyes on all three of you.

Some of them must have realized what happened based on the snickers or some certain stares you all received, while others couldn't care less what happened as they went back to what they were doing before.

You then put the materials at your professors desk as told then immediately went to Stocking and Panty's giving them a glare while the sisters snicker at you.

Amidst the class, the brothers gaze lingers onto you. From their untold feelings for you, they wonder if there's any meaning to you about what happened earlier.

I can't believe I just noticed my asks weren't on 😭 it's now turned on so NOW you can request. I might make another paswg school AU x reader again. Also, someone else already did a very similar situation like this with the Poly brothers which is this fic

[mydreamyparadise]

AUTHORS NOTE: Ugh... Polyurethane...

Cw: Praising Polyurethane, short cause I wrote this almost falling asleep.

Summary: Just sweet, tooth-roting cuddling with the best angel of all times on your day off!

Dividors by: @bernardsbendystraws.

CUDDLING WITH POLYURETHANE

Oh how it felt good to finally have a day off your heavenly duties. If you went ONE more day without a break you'd go crazy. And the same can be said for your dearest boyfriend, Polyurethane.

It was pretty rare for you two to have the same day off, but it did happen sometimes, like now! And, as any normal couple, you two spend the time together enjoying every moment. From staying a bit longer in bed, to spending the whole day on the beach, to right now.

You're both on the couch, soft silk fabric envolve you two in the form of comfortable pajamas, Polyurethane's arms are wrapped around your waist as half his face was burried in your chest, eyes already pretty droopy from being sleepy. Your hands gently massage his scalp, fingers playing with his pretty pink locks, your lips spreading kisses in his forehead and temple when he's distracted by the television.

Just like you two like it.

"Hmmm.... There my darling.."

He hums when you touch a nice spot in his scalp

"You're so pretty... Have I said that before?"

You ask, eyes filled with adoration as you look at him like he's the most precious thing in the whole world—and for you? He is.

He nods slowly while humming, turning his head and looking up at you with the same look you give him.

"You say that like, every day, my love.. From the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep.."

Polyurethane responds, giving you his iconic smirk that you're more than used to seeing at this point, to which you only respond with softly placing your lips on his, kissing your angel like he may disappear if you ever let go.

"My angel.. my divinity.. my prince.."

You whisper breaking the kiss and grabbing a blanket, covering you both with it as you push his bangs back, planting kisses in his forehead to his cheeks back to his mouth again. And he's fucking loving it.

"Hmm... That's right.. I'm all yours.. and you're all mine. Just like it was always meant to be.."

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[melow232]

Y/N in Daemon sisters clothes

+ Y/N in Kneesocks swim wear

[polyurethra]

summary: polyurethane took both you and polyester shopping, dragging you into a boutique. it ended up being something you'd remember for a good while, to say the least.

notes: unestablished relationship, x polyurethane, gn! reader, short but cute. thanks to @olivesannn for the prompt!

You were sitting with Polyester in front of a changing room, waiting for Polyurethane to come out once again. The number of outfits he grabbed was lost on you, but it wasn’t tiresome; none of your outings with the angel brothers were. Although, the annoying part was trying not to react too strongly to the younger angel’s appearance while his brother was right beside you.

But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t internally losing it. How could you not? Polyurethane looked good in everything, and if you saw him in another top tight enough to pass as his usual bodysuit you might actually pass out. However, what came next was even worse for your poor heart.

“The design on these are peak but dunno, they’re lowkey a bit too tight.” The pink-haired angel commented, turning around to show off the indeed very tight, but very flattering jeans. You knew that he had a very nice ass, but…

“God damn.” Your words sounded way too loud in the quiet boutique, face instantly burning with shame as you slapped a hand over your traitorous mouth.

“LMAO? No way you said that outloud??” Polyester had no mercy for your slip up, immediately howling with laughter to the point that there were tears in the corner of his eyes, doubling over to clutch his stomach.

You didn’t think it was that funny, but whatever floats his boat. A small sound, almost like a giggle, made you instinctively look towards the younger angel. The shit-eating grin on his face paired with that pretty red dusting his cheeks made your heart jump in your chest. He looked so pleased, like the cat who got the cream.

“Like what you see, huh? Maybe I should get these then…” One of his hands traced one of the seams at the side of the pants, your eyes subconsciously following those manicured fingers up his muscular thighs until you were snapped out of it by another giggle, this time covering your whole face as if that could save you from the future teasing.

Polyester wiped a stray tear away, taking a deep breath after laughing so hard. “Bro, go change or we might have to visit the hospital after this.” Funny as it was, the older angel knew you couldn’t possibly take much more. He could almost see the cartoonish steam coming out of your head.

Polyurethane took one last good look at your flustered form before going back inside the changing room, taking advantage of the privacy to fan himself with his hand. Thank goodness you were too distracted to notice how flustered he actually was. It took him a bit longer than it should have to change, having to stop from time to time to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t giggle too loudly every time he remembered the look on your face.

Oh, he was definitely going to drag you shopping with him more often, that’s for sure.

[writer-freak]

Day 21: Marking – Polyurethane | Paswg

Warnings: Gn reader, marking, maybe a bit ooc, english isn't my first language

A/n: So I'm really not sure how to write Polyurethane yet but this is my first try and I hope y'all enjoy

The bass from the club speakers vibrated straight through your bones, feeling suffocating. You needed air, needed to escape the heat of the crowd. Pushing through a side door, you stumbled into a dimly lit alley, the cool night a shock to your sweat-slicked skin.

You barely registered the figure leaning against the brick wall until he spoke. “Lost, gorgeous?”

He pushed off the wall, and the dim light highlighted his face perfectly. His name was Polyurethane, a fact he’d offered with a grin an hour ago when he’d bought you a drink you never finished. His eyes, dark and hungry, tracked your every move now.

“Just overheatin” you managed, your voice breathier than you intended.

He closed the distance between you and Fuck, he was hot. “I know a better way to cool down.” His finger hooked under your chin, tilting your face to his. There was no question in the gesture, only confident expectation and you were being pulled in.

Your apartment door barely clicked shut before his mouth was on yours. This wasn’t like a tentative kiss of a first date, this was hot and needy. His tongue plunged past your lips, tasting of bitter from the alcohol but also minty, a combination that made your knees weak. Your back hit the door as his body pressed into yours, which made you feel the hard muscle under his clothes.

Your hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned approvingly into your mouth. His own hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up to your neck, pulling your closer just to hear you gasp. You broke apart for air, panting.

“Fuck, you taste good” he breathed, his voice ragged. His lips trailed down your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin below your ear. A shiver ran down your spine and straight to your core.

You let him guide you away from the door, toward the couch, stumbling while exchanging feverish kisses. He fell back onto the cushions, pulling you on top of him, your legs straddling his hips. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against you through his pants, a ffeeling that made your head spin. You ground down against him, and his eyes rolled back, a slight moan tearing from his throat.

“Yeah, just like that” he rasped, his hands gripping your ass, squeezing. “Fuck yourself on me. Show me how bad you want me.”

You obeyed, rocking against him, the friction maddening. You leaned your head down, your mouth finding his neck. You licked a hot stripe up the muscle, tasting salt. He shuddered underneath you, his hips bucking upward.

“Fuck…” he whispered, his grip on your ass tightening.

Encouraged, you sucked the skin into your mouth, hard. You lapped at it, then sealed your lips and sucked again, wanting to leave a mark, to brand him as yours for just this one night. You expected a growl, maybe a playful bite in return.

You did not expect the sound that came out of him.

It wasn’t a moan. It was a scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure, raw and pornographic. It was a deep, guttural noise that seemed to involuntarily tear its way out of his throat. His entire body went rigid beneath you, his back arching off the couch. His fingers dug into your flesh and for a terrifying second, you thought you’d hurt him.

You released his neck with a gasp, pulling back to look at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips parted, his chest heaving. The mark on his neck was already becoming a furious, beautiful shade of purple.

His eyes fluttered open. They were glazed over, dark with a need so strong it stole your breath.

“Do that again” he demanded, his voice hoarse. “Right fucking now.”

The command and the desperate want in it, shot straight to your core. You didn’t hesitate. You dove back in, licking over the already sensitive mark before sucking another one right beside it, harder this time, using your teeth just enough to make him hiss.

His reaction was even more intense. A broken sob escaped him, and his hips pistoned upward, the friction a nice relief for you. “Oh, god, yes! Yes, fuck, just like that! Mark me up, baby.”

The psychology of it clicked into place with dizzying speed. This confident guy, this angel, craved being claimed. He wanted the evidence of your desire etched into his skin. This realization unleashed something feral in you.

You moved to the other side of his neck, your mouth working tirelessly, sucking dark bruises into his pale skin as he babbled beneath you, his composure utterly shattered.

“Your mouth is so fucking perfect” he choked out, his hands frantically pushing your shirt up your torso. Fuck, I’m gonna come in my fucking pants like a cringe teenager if you don’t stop.”

You didn’t stop. You worshipped his neck, marking him again and again, each new bruise pulling another filthy moan from his lips. His hands found your bare skin, skimming up your sides, and he shuddered.

“I need to feel your skin” he begged, his voice wrecked. “Please. Get these fucking clothes off. I need your mouth on my neck, I wanna feel you claim me while I’m fucking claiming you.”

His words were a like a wake up call, you scrambled off his lap, your own hands trembling as you pulled your shirt over your head. His eyes, dark and desperate, drank in the sight of you. He was working on his own clothes, his fingers fumbling with urgency.

“Hurry the fuck up” he groaned, his gaze fixed on your mouth. “I need to feel how bad you want this. I need to feel you when you make me scream like that again.”

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

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