Do I sense possible Ramie smut fanfic in the foreseeable future?? 👀 /hj /silly /pos
i would LOVE to because i have a weakness for prettyboy dilfs <3 i have been in a spot of bad health and haven't had the energy to write or post but i do intend to polish off some more paswg stuff in the coming weeks <3
Leaving another ask just to remind you how much I love your fics !! I’m very excited to see what upcoming work you have for us, you’re a wonderful author and I eagerly anticipate every post <3
Have a wonderful day !! <3
you're so sweet 🥹 i'm hoping to get some stuff up over this week to celebrate the final episode release! i have a lot of WIPs but i'm just terrible at actually finishing them and editing them into one cohesive piece LOL
I’m curious to know your thoughts on how vocal the poly twin’s are in bed
do you think they’re more inclined to whimper and whine at every touch or be complete cringelords and just repeat things they hear in porn, please bless us with your creative wisdom
i have thoughts about this...
i have a personal weakness for vocal men in bed but even without taking that account, they're YAPPERS. always talking. polyester and polyurethane are both the types to keep rolling commentary on everything-- what they want to do to you, how they're feeling, how pretty they think you are, how nicely you fit around them. that said, they're also cringe as hell (they don't think so, but c'mon) and unfortunately, totally, 100% will be littering their dirty talk with tiktok slang and enough ridiculous brainrot that it's kind of a turn off if they haven't dicked you down hard enough that your brain has melted and you can't register them saying "wow babe you're the only huzz i wanna rizz on god no cap fr fr your pussy mogs everyone else's <3"
this is an unfortunate truth i must reckon with whenever i write about them lowkey... but it's also a truth of heaven that they're whores with the sluttiest moans ever and a total inability to control their volume so they will be desperately moaning and letting out stuttery little whimpers into your ear whenever they're close. polyurethane is, i think, louder and sounds like an r18 audio file whenever he's about to cum while polyester is the quote "complete cringelord" who wants to try and spill pickup lines and act cool whenever he's fucking. get them together and it's the best of both worlds though <3
alternate title: rizzing up the huzz to babymaxx. didnt expect to show my hand and reveal my kinks this early into posting but… what can i say. teehee
cw breeding/impregnation/marriage talk. fem reader
There was an old saying you’d heard once— something about how reformed man-whores can make the best, most domestic husbands.
Well, there’s a lot of ‘sayings’ out there— and very few you’d put stock in believing. Playboy-propaganda was not one of them. Unfortunately, Polyester is dead-set on providing you wrong.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he coos in your ear with an extravagantly cloying tone, all put-on sweetness and shameless flattery. “You know I’d be, like, husband material down. Can you imagine coming home after a long, hard day of work to me in a cute-AF apron making dinner?” Your flat, unamused stare seems to only rile him up further as he collapses back onto the couch with raucous laughter. “Oh my god, don’t give me that look! You don’t have to deny it, I know you just thought about it. And liked it too, I bet.”
How did you even get onto this conversation topic, anyway? A mutual on Polyester’s Instagram had flooded his feed with overdramatic wedding celebrations in what he tells you is traditional Heavenly style; garish decor, heaping piles of frothy lace and ostentatious bouquets in every picture, an exhausting, rambling caption about fated nuptials and my guardian angel.
“Could be us,” he had commented, humming lightly.
“Maybe without all the frills, though,” you muttered with what Polyester registered as enough agreement that he was now warranted in pressing the matter.
And press the matter he did, because every five minutes he’s interrupting this dull movie to make some insipid comment vaguely related to the topics of marriage and us.
“We’re already totally the cutest couple ever, no cap,” he begins again, “so, like, it only follows we would slay a wedding vibe.”
“What are you even saying?” you mumble, splaying your leg over his thighs in the loose tangle of limbs you’ve become. Polyester sits up, though, and crawls close enough that he’s back to giving you doll-eyes and getting close.
“Babe, you know exactly what I’m saying,” Polyester says with a low, teasing voice and a gleam of arousal in his eyes. “You sure you don’t wanna lock me down, pretty girl? ‘Cause I sure do like the idea of wifing you up.”
You roll your eyes, but don’t stop him when he encircles you with his arms and pulls you into his lap.
“Come here,” Polyester says, voice low, lips curling into a hungry smile, “and let me prove myself to you.”
His kiss is sweet, but not for long; there’s teeth nipping at your plush lips and the hot tip of his tongue prodding at yours. It doesn’t take long for things to get hungry, filthy; even more so than usual, because Polyester is on a mission. Proving himself? As what, husband material? If you’re totally honest, he’s proven himself worthy of that title a million times over; but you humour yourself and indulge him, because it’s not like you’ll say no to his pleaser nature.
You sneak a hand between your bodies, pressed together, to sneak past his loose loungewear and glittery thong to free his cock, and take it in your palm. He’s nice and thick, veiny on the underside and with the generous girth you could expect of a heaven-blessed angel. You’ve maybe seen— and taken— his dick a million times by now, but the initial sharp, hot hit of pleasure that runs through you when he’s all hot and heavy in your hands never fades.
“Don’t get all silent on me now,” you say coyly, giving him the sweet smile of a girlfriend totally willing to play along in this obscene effort of his.
You spit into your fist— Polyester’s eyes get frenzied at the dirty motion— and slowly pump your boyfriend’s cock up and down, lavishing him with your affections in the ways you know he likes. Squeeze your fist lightly at the base of his cock, run your fingers over the tip as it leaks pre-cum, fondle his balls and look into his eyes as you do it. You could write a manual on how to play Polyester’s body like an instrument— but why would you? It’s not like anyone else gets to touch him like this.
“Just like that,” Polyester mumbles, a breath’s width away from you, voice hot and thick with lust. Wondering if just a handjob is enough for him, you motion to dip your head. “Skip that shit, babe. If I don’t feel you ‘round my dick in the next minute, I might just go crazy.”
“You’ve got a filthy mouth,” you comment, even though that filthy mouth of his is what’s sending lightning-strikes of arousal through your body and making heat pool in your stomach, right above your already slick cunt. His own fingers flit about to pull off your loose loungewear, exposing your underwear— pretty and pink, but with a dark and damp spot in the centre— only to pull it to the side and line up his long fingers with your wet folds. You moan, long and sighing, as he enters you and sets a fast pace— stretching you up, prepping you for him— bringing you closer to the edge until your thoughts are filled with only him replacing his finger with something much bigger and thicker.
“I want you, Polyester,” you whisper, voice weak and pliant with the haze of lust clouding your senses. He just looks so pleased at that, so entirely in love and at your command.
“Come n’ have me,” he says, pulling you closer until your folds are touching the thick tip of his cock. “My pretty wife.”
You breathe deeply and slowly sink onto Polyester, feeling the thickness of his shaft spread your folds and press against the tight heat of your cunt; underneath you, Polyester sucks in a breath and grits his teeth. A low groan escapes him anyway as you give an experimental bounce, and his hips cant up just as you take him further. Polyester lets out a ragged moan as he hilts himself entirely in you, breathing erratically as he entangles one hand in your hair and the other on your thigh.
As you reach the base of his cock and feel all of his inches buried in you to the hilt, you take a moment to catch your breath and adjust to the overwhelming fullness. Because fuck, how else would you describe this? Polyester just has such a nice, fat cock that fills you so nicely it’s almost like the two of you were made for one another, two pieces of the same pornographic puzzle. Maybe you should get married. If you locked each other down, you certainly wouldn’t be missing any other man’s dick (except maybe Polyurethane’s).
“Good girl,” Polyester rasps, voice ragged with lust. He’s addressing you, but his gaze is elsewhere; your stomach protrudes only slightly, the bulging outline of his dick buried in your guts. Following his line of vision to take notice of it yourself almost knocks the wind out of your already breathless self; it feels like this kind of shameless physical evidence is him marking you— no, it won’t stay on your skin like a hickey, lingering like a tattoo, but every morning when you wake up and see yourself undressed, getting changed or in the shower, you just know the memory will come back.
“Ester,” you pointlessly whine, squirming around enough that he shut you up with a punctured thrust upwards; you let out a shuddering cry that Polyester swallows in a ravenous kiss. There’s a messy, inconsistent effort from both of you to set a pace as you roll your hips down to his, as he grips your ass and spears your cunt with deep thrusts. “Ester, you’re so good, so deep, so—“
“All for you, pretty girl,” he says, cocky but breathless. “C’mon, you know I’m always gonna give it to my girl real good.”
“Just your girl?” you eke out, a teasing lilt ghosting your words. “I thought y—you wanted more than that. What happened to my pretty wife?”
He grins wickedly at that. “Yeah,” Polyester murmurs against your lips. “My pretty wife. You’d look gorgeous in white.”
You ride him like he’s a breeding stallion, taking every hot inch of his dick and luxuriating in the way he fills you. He’s no better; the openly pleasured expressions he makes, the low moans that escape him, the way he finds purchase on every bit of exposed skin and shamelessly gropes, grabs— he’s all over you, hopelessly in love and lust with the way you two come together so nicely.
“You’re mine. You should marry me, my pretty girl— don’t you think so? We can have a beautiful wedding, and on our first night as husband and wife, I can take you in every position and put a baby in you.”
Polyester’s always been that way— a little jealous, a little possessive, a little prideful. It’s like his thoughts are your own, and you know what he’s fantasising about as his hips snap into the fat of your ass— seeing your stomach swell with his baby, putting a pretty sapphire ring on your finger, showing you off to everyone in Heaven and Daten City as my girl for life, making you his.
“I’m about to— cum, babe, c’mon,” Polyester mutters, voice broken by the raspy moans he lapses into, “g’na fill you up, give it to you. Gonna take it?”
“I will, I will, Ester,” you repeat desperately, “Fill me up.”
“Give you a cute baby, too,” he adds on, lost in his own wild, possessive lust, “make you a pretty wife n’ mama.”
You should probably think this through more. Thoughts of family planning and proposal at a fancy restaurant swirl around your head, just as you think of the gawking expression Polyurethane will make when either of you tell him any of this. All of that disappears like cotton candy in water when his fat dick hits your sweet spot just right, and his skilled fingers rub harsh, demanding circles into your clit.
“Come for me, too,” Polyester murmurs. “Let me feel how you cum on my cock.”
And you do— he grits his teeth, hips spasming as the raw heat of his seed explodes within you; the primal pleasure of it all triggers your own trembling orgasm, Polyester’s name leaving your lips in wavering cries as you clench around his dick. It’s all so much, so filthy that you feel a thrill run through you as something sticky and wet drips between your thighs.
“You take it so well, sweetheart,” Polyester finally says, head tilting back onto the couch’s armchair to expose his throat. You lean forward to nestle your head at his shoulder, still feeling the overstimulating sensations of him inside you, conjoined in a mess of sticky white. “We’ll never be like those old-ass boomers complaining about a dead bedroom.”
You giggle and softly punch his arm. “Nah, we’ll stay in love, and our grandkids can exploit our love story for clout on social media.”
“Facts,” Polyester responds, sitting up a little so he can look you in the eye. “But, like, before talking about grandkids… we gotta get to work on the kids first, right?”
“Do you ever take a break?” You faux-complained, feeling him harden inside you.
“C’mon, you’ve been with an angel this long and you don’t know how much stamina we have?” He teases. “I’m not some human flop like that. Besides, we’ve got way more important things to take care of.” He’s pushing you down, caging you with his forearms and kissing you with such ferocity that makes you lose every thought in your brain but one– you wouldn’t mind being with him like this for the rest of your life.
if the finale drops and we still get fuck-nothing polybros content except for 10 secs of “pipipi work hour up lol!” i am ragequitting and turning this into a genshin/lads hornybait blog
ok but imagine --- double penetration with polyester and polyurethane
but WAIT there's more --- it's double vag penetration... so both of them inside your pussy at the same time
just thinking about polyester lying naked in bed with you riding him while polyurethane is pounding into you from behind eeeeeeeeee it makes me go feral
nonnie we are on the same wavelength... (from my drafts hehe)
this is suuuuch a yummy concept i go a little insane thinking about it. it is absolutely borderline-pornographic which is what makes it so good... panty & stocking of any media is totally the type where indulging your craziest horniest fantasies can be totally canon-compliant <3
they're brothers, in sync from both their twinned existences and the cooperative job they work; when they're both buried in you, so thick and girthy you can barely pay attention to the schmaltzy words they're whispering, the pace they keep is initially measured, merciful; one brother thrusting deep as the other withdraws. but it feels so good, so delightfully sinful for both polyester and polyurethane that they're losing themselves, every angelic bit of self-control tearing at the seams as you moan so prettily into their ears and beg for more, more, love you, ester, urethane...
it all comes unravelled so quickly, until in their erratic rush to fill you up they're balls-deep at the same time, both polyester and polyurethane's fat cocks pressed against one another in the tight heat of your cunt as you absolutely go blank. don't worry if your first thought was ever "it won't fit"-- they're 100% devoted to wrecking you so thoroughly you'll only ever crave the exclusive love of heaven's new-gen angels <3
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