I am but a simple anon with simple poly twink request…where the reader is “nice on the streets but a freak in the sheets”. I NEED THOSE BOY FLUSTEREDDDDDD /silly
Ure has a way of dragging your home-self into your outside-self, which is to say.. Public handjobs and the like.
It's completely innocent!! It's literally WHY he picked an apartment with a balcony—one tabletop umbrella, some particularly wide pants, and you are more than set to challenge him to stay focused on his phone while you pump agonizingly from base to tip.. He tries his best to rile you up next you see his brother at a cafe, but no dice. He's been out-pruded </3
Ester thought he'd won the lottery, meeting you for the first time (not that he ever stopped, it's just,, Different.) He'd been exceptionally passionate about the sinful nature of humans and their cowardly approach to godliness—
Until he lost his V card to a random </3 He waddles home to you that night; exhausted, half-hard, and less than satisfied when you are reunited in the flickering light of the kitchen. He stumbles, lusting for your coddling and whatever remains undiscovered upon the stovetop, ignorant (uncaring) to the damp circumstance of his trousers..
Until you allow a goodnight hug to the back, "Hungry, or just happy to see me?"
hello! if ur doing poly bro requests, could i ask for a makeout session with polyurethane? maybe they’re friends always tiptoeing on the edge of something more and one of them bites the bullet? up to you!!!! thank you <3
You want this.
Side by side on the edge of Polyurethane's bed, you can't count how many deep conversations and heavy looks you've exchanged in this position; you've known him for so long. With all his buzz about moving to the surface, it's like watching a baby bird stumble out the nest and into a bonfire.
You want this.
Fingers brushing against the hem of his nightshirt, you fall into a rhythm; a push and pull of the dwindling space between you as he delves deeper into all the good work he'll be doing. He leans in close after you ask him something about mortal temptations, fracturing the easy silence and making way for a thick tension to invade your space.
"You worried I'll be even better when I get back? Not everyone can be on my level, but I guess you could train until gta seven drops to shoot your shot. Not like you'd ever make it! <3"
There's a profound satisfaction one would feel hitting this idiot with your car. Being a law-abiding citizen, you instead suck his face off like a coward.
He leans back while you chase his lips; adjusting so you lay dependently in the shallows of his sleep trousers before detaching his catfish mouth, bracing a strong hand against the swell of your bicep— ".. Go ahead and take my first already. We both know you're dying for it!! Maybe then I'll remember you as the npc who stowed away with my innocence, Witch."
"You know what? I think Ester's calling my name down the hall!!" You pin his head to the fluff of his pillow with just the power in your pinkie finger—he sputters, trying to sink your tummy against the swell of his erection with a huff as you inch up, out of his arms, and towards the door. "I never noticed this before, but he seems like a grateful person. Real humble. I'd tooootally be into that!!"
Horny energy squandered—if your sweet, perms-virgin best friend knows diddly about squat, it's how to nuke a vibe. (Dw this happens every three hours. He will NOT recover the bag!!
I have such a cool reader-insert AU idea for PASWG with the anarchy sisters cousins in mind, like. an AU where they essentially have a nun as their mentor (kinda like how Garterbelts the sisters mentor / boss)
And they're either on earth for the same thing as their cousins or they LITERALLY sinned once and suddenly.
they're stuck in Daten City.
with a cute nun mentor at that!! (thats u reader )
Theres not enough PASWG x Reader fics out there and im literally so thankful for the genderbent AU fics too bc YALL ARE SUCH GREAT WRITERS!!!
ik im not the only one out here YEARNING for Polyester and Polyurethane
Can you do a NSFW alphabet of Polyurethane from PASWG? I’m only requesting him and not his older brother. I don’t want to exhaust you in case you’re busy. Gotta respect that writers have lives too 🫶
Never done one of these b4!!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
⟢ In the afterglow, laying horizontal across every pillow on the bed like a kitten in a sunspot, Polyurethane rouses with a gleam in his eye. Maybe he'll take you for a shower, put those big biceps to use carrying you across the way?.. Instead, he flops his body over yours, decidedly nixing any productivity for the foreseeable future,, (Any non-bed sex ends with stumbling to benches/couches to do much the same. He's like a bad stud horse 2 me)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
⟢ Likes his face the most!! Totally top ten wordwide. Yours is okay too ig. Likes your pleading eyes as he walks too fast in crowds or denies your long-fought orgasms,, Not like it's your business to know that, though. Nosey. :/
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
⟢ Loveessss to buy you cosmetics with Daddy's money and then nut all over them. Like acrylics and handjobs, or HEALED piercings and pulling out to finish on them!!
If you're not into that sort of thing he'd looove to get manhandled and cum all over :) Pretty pleaseeee he's been SUCH a brat and definitely needs to be taught a lesson <33
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
⟢ Wishes he could indulge in hardcore mindbreak, but doesn't want to deal with the fallout of being/ having you be less competent (especially working for his father) because you're waiting on permission from the other person. Dumbification it is 🥀
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
⟢ Porn is disallowed in heaven. Long story short he's been jerking it to the hot neighbour since PUBERTY. (Like.. 100 years ago don't let him hear me say that though). Got all the apps first week on earth as a reconnaissance thing, realized dating through the phone is a scam, and then started jerking it to the YOU across the street <33
You stole away many of his firsts, but he's eager to learn!! (Mostly just lays back and bullies you. Wtvvv)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
⟢ Cowgirl when you top, prone bone when you bottom. Makes him squeal just THINKING about it!!!
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
⟢ Wants so so sooo badly to be the sex god you write a 500k+ word smut doc on. Once said "you taking me out to dinner first?" while you fingered him open— his sillies are NOT for the faint of mood.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
⟢ YES It's pink. Shaves his whole body apart from his happy trail and mid thighs, so you better appreciate it,, (lwk would make you shave him. It's intimate idccc)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
⟢ Gets off unreasonably to the idea that you love him more than he loves you; he is a god (NOT), after all, it's only natural!!.. Sadly, this is not the case. He NEEDS that cookie.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
⟢ Very free-use outside of work!! Gets paranoid around skylights and such but otherwise open to parallel play (with verbal encouragement) while you do a non-sexual activity. Has trouble getting it up when you're not around </3
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
⟢ Ironically, being pressured to stay silent. Loves to feel you grope his face from behind, hissing at him to shut up before he's made to,, Something about sneaking around without feeling like a shameful slut really hits him in the good stuff..
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
⟢ For appearances sake, he wants you to thinks he's spontaneous; the kitchen. In a PERFECT world?.. panic room. You can't possibly crawl away and there's nobody to interrupt <33
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
⟢ Loves to watch the switch flip within you from accommodating strangers, holding doors open and whatnot to spitting in his mouth and slapping the sass from his pretty little head!! This also works in reverse
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
⟢ Ageplay. Younger him was (while only slightly substandard in comparison to present him... Boooooo) woefully cringe and lacking in bitches/money. Put the baby pics away.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
⟢ MUCH prefers reception to really marinate in pillow princessship, but like,,,, He just looks soooo good on his knees, don't you think? 🥹🤲 (beat him into submission. He'll come arounddd)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
⟢ Famous for getting wicked cramps when he's racing the speed of your toys. YES his muscles are for show, leave him alone and be gentle about it :(
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
⟢ Actual WARS have been prevented with a quick public handy he says while nonchalantly send you plink after link while you choke down restaurant food. Yes yes a million times yes!!
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
⟢ Well,,, He's like so totally a little cherub that you're DEFINITELY "taking advantage of". So yes but it in his butt or your brains will be getting familiar with that wall. Right there. Unless you don't wanna!! That's cool too (ig)
*Whatever you're into!! Just know he won't be outwardly enthusiastic if it's something niche
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
⟢ Angels naturally reflect the wants of humans; while he is no npc and most definitely has his own zest, it's all about how long he can keep the vibe up. Otherwise, for efficiency's sake, prepare for an overhyped pump and dump <33
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
⟢ Privately uses your toys while shaming you for owning them. Makes you use them on him. It's a delicate ecosystem up in here
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
⟢ HAS and WILL just pop a pose with just enough hip and chest to get you going while everyone at the function stays none the wiser. Is known to guide your hand to his body under the table and scold you for it later; you are just SOOOO needy, aren't you??. This should hold you over!! As he unzips his fly in a bathroom stall. He's the worst <33
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
⟢ Naturally possesses the pitch of an ambulance siren and the lung capacity to match. Likes to delude himself into thinking he's all cute, softly moaning in your ear on the walk home or whatever, but he does sound like a torture victim and the neighborhood is starting to talk. PUT HIM DOWNNN
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
⟢ Has a riding crop reoccurring dream that will NEVER be fulfilled. He activates like a sleeper at least once a month to stare at you from across the bed as if dream you died horrifically!! (He's like. DIAMOND hard; open up.)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
⟢ Lwk pads his crotch to prevent you catching print </3 A healthy five inches soft, and there are more than enough man-made enhancements should you want to explore size stuff and/or inflation!!.. When tension starts to mount he'll grab your hand to rest between his thighs and prompt you with something adjacent to "look at what you've done"/"This is all your fault!!"
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
⟢ Loves you so incredibly much. Refuses to stay hard on the job— so what if he's having to sneak away every half hour, SURELY this increases his efficiency??? (omg don't speed up please he needs it slowwww 💔💔)
Z = Zzz (how quickly are they falling asleep?)
⟢ Look at him. Hold his face. Feeel his skiiiiin. As much as he'd love for you to believe it, THIS does not come without effort; has patented the good ol' pump and flop to maximize sleep
The plastic twink fanfics are current going through drought, we are slowly falling
As a fellow follower, I am here request the assistance of the all mighty scribes of the fandoms to assist us with our dilemma
Okay fr the bit aside, what are some of your favorite fluff (and possibly) smut head cannons you got for those nepo baby Angel twinks? /affec
(Also love all your other works for twst big fan ^^)
AHHHH TYTY!! This is chickenscratch but I want to make sure you get this!! Hashtag super timely
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POLYURETHANE
⟢ Brat of all time and not even in a cute way,, (HES MANLYYYUH) expects everything around him to be done punctually and with enthusiasm— save for if you get sick, ofc, then it's his job to help you sweat it out 🌝 (helps to push you into Pilates poses for maximum lymphatic flow. Or whatever he says..
You're naked, running a fever, and not very trustworthy under normal circumstances; specially not with his MONSTER between your legs, "it's uh.. Feng shui. Good for the throat. Open up."
⟢ Won a flying pig as a kid and used it to bully Ester for YEARSSS. "Papa, he hid cupey again :(", "Papahhhhhh.. Cupey wants a friend. But Brother says he hates animals. So cruel, papa :(".... Still brings him up sometimes to ragebait, despite him now being in the custody of their mother, who has spoiled him to the point of obesity. He sends you pics constantly to garner a verbal (sometimes physical) dogpile atop his brother when the topic comes around— you keep him young <33
⟢ Has considered name dropping forcefem accounts to see if he could wear a dress without admitting he wants to look pretty,, Ugh omggg you're such a perv. Pass him the lipgloss and get under his skirt, GODDDUHHHHHHH,, What a pain.
⟢ Nuts inside to watch you wiggle around the bed/sprint to wash yourself out so he gets scolded
⟢ Is trying to make "wienering" a thing because he thinks the dick = hot dog bit funny. Except for his. HIS dick is a god-given cock, not mystery meat like the rest of you plebs,,
*⟢ Calls your (theoretical) dick a hotdog until your tenth marriage anniversary. Yes it is that deep
⟢ Daddy's little princess (lwk uses him for money)
POLYESTER
⟢ Actually a decent guy on the down low. You will never see a single person with more masks than he— on the daily he's stacked with 'angel = good guy - a point for being a douche. But actually it's just my job!! Here!! Take a lollipop!!".. At this point you might just have to accept you have bad taste.,, After your bribe; you're not stupid.
⟢ BIGGGGG time cream-pie-er. To the point you leave and arrive to your apartment with the expectation of being filled, and as a result your undies stay at least a little damp at all times like a party trick <\3 He loves to tease about it— shoving a hand down your pants in public restrooms after taking the majority of your designated stop time convincing you to share a stall,, What a creep,,
⟢ Puts forth a lot of effort to recall important events in your relationship; unlike twin #2 he's been disgraced with terminally bad memory. DW!! He has calendar reminders at like. Five am the week leading up to every event (including month long ones AND the unknowns, like pancake day),, Good luck 🌝
⟢ Worries a lot more than Ure about the implications of your mortal lifespan,, Especially seeing you passed out after he discouraged you to take something (alch, pills, etc). Embodies an angel on your shoulder with all his hovering to feed or pull your hair back— how are you supposed to party on the weekend if you're getting this bad DURING the week?? He has memories to make (omg if you die. He's killing you)!! VOM VOM VOM!! (The nearest hospital is minutes away. He made suuuuper sure it'd be accessible when picking your shared apartment )
⟢ Lowkey mama's boy. Don't mention it or he's bringing up how you think he's a baby in evvvvery disagreement going forward
Dude nobody else is requesting plastic thingys so I’m gonna intervene again: ANOTHER RANDOM CIVILIAN ARC BUT THEYRE FIGHTING THE OPPS AND 🥹they have a rivalry over the reader awwwwww🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 if it’s fire im gonna draw it
.. So hey this is a few months old 😼. So are ALL my plastic rqsts. Reader is the twins’ Garter.. Kinda
DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD/GORE
It’s a cold night. And when anybody says “cold”, words like “quiet” and “lonely” come to mind—not being the protagonist to a YA novel means you’re not quite fortunate enough to pull off being the mysteriously sexy.. Uh, mysterious (!) figure in the horizon on a cool, empty night.
It is so cold. And so goddamn loud.
Not for any lack of sun in Cali, mind. Just too many ghosties. You’re safely pinning any cold-bloodedness on the gash in your stomach; one of many risks to shadowing your heaven-sent oshis into battle. You can take it!
What use are you if you can’t even appreciate their battle prowess in 3D? Are you even in their top 10 fans anymore??
No!
You won’t slow them down!
You’d rather die!!
With the last gram of your otaku resolve, your phone is rocketed into the alley wall in front of you; releasing a final, cringeworthy tchk before going black. You think to take off your shirt to slow the bleeding, before your vision starts to tunnel, and you decide that dying honourably and fully clothed are of much higher priority than living only to accidentally flash your angels.. The horror!!
.. You wonder if ghosts can watch their livestreams. If either of them would recognize you, before sacrificing your soul to whatever doles out their super cool ghost-coins. Yeah, it’d be worth it, even if only to contribute to the Father’s Day fund they have going.
You hope they’ll put your home to good use, even without you there to run it.
“Yooooooooooooooooooooo, we’re gonna be so RICH!!”
Ure swings around the corner, narrowly missing the dumpster you’re slumped against while surely checking their joint bank account. Nice, you know how to check my location,, Kiss this better, mooch.
You watch in slow motion (whether he actually is that slow or your brain is finally turning off, you can’t tell) as Ester slinks around the same bend, eyes you from under his bangs, and begins to scream. Not the shriek for dinner or the squeal when you tickle him, something blood-curdling (.. Yknow if you HAVE enough to do that. Blood-cheese). Something deep and dark as he launches himself at your body with a gha and a woosh of holy light.
.
You don’t remember what happens next—weren’t alive for the better half of it; but when you wake, the boys are soaking wet at your bedside, little bits of aldente noodles across their pjs. Kyaaaa!!
This! Is! Cute!
They both sidle up to you, (not having the foresight to take advantage of the fact you have two hands, fighting over your dominant one) explaining how one of them make ya soup and the other was supposed to deliver it but someone got greedy, and—
You turn to the side; mindful of your injuries, but still wincing with the action, and start to pick them clean.
They start prodding each other again soon after, getting the memo that you don’t really mind so long as they’re here with you.
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.
Polyurethane sneaking into your room, a sacred place for any keeper of angels, specially ones of his caliber; Admiring your array of weapons and religious ornamentation. It’s pristine—Save for your laundry basket. He saunters over, giggling about how easy it was, spies one of your well-used boxers at the top of the pile, and pockets it. That cloth will be defiled in EVERY way imaginable before It’s returned to you stretched out and bleached by his saintly nut. He really hopes you js thinks he wore it by accident and tore it open with the sheer size of his OTHERWORLDLY bulge. Pretty please
