Sol

They thought that having to share way too many things would only get in their way, because well, someone would always get the shorter end of the straw…

But you were there to prove them wrong.

You were honestly in love with both, you loved their similarities, like the way they speak and think alike enough to finish each other's sentences. But you also loved their differences, the way Polyurethane was more energetic and impulsive complemented the way that Polyester was more composed and shyer, how could you not love all of that?

They weren’t sure at first, but you kept on coming with more and more of the affection they needed, you were there for both of them and never let out the other.

They aren’t stupid, they know it’s difficult to handle their double trouble, but you're so patient and so affectionate towards them both it was difficult to stay cynical for long.

They soon simply gave into your affection, letting you choose where to go after it.

You gave them daily gifts, either if it were things they needed in actions such as helping Polyester with buying groceries because you know he doesn’t like to go alone or if it was romantic gifts such as the flowers you gave to Polyurethane because they reminded you of him.

But you did all of that out of all the love in your heart, you just really like to make the angels happy in your own respectful and affectionate way. So they were bound to fall for you back at some point –not that you had planned that, you simply wanted their happiness–

When they came to accept it, it was your choice to move forward with it, they would be fine with either decision you made, to stay friends or to fate them both.

If you do choose to date them, you can help their lives to your hearts content –not that you couldn’t before–

And well, you best be prepared to really give them all the affection you possibly can, and well, you'll get twice that.

You guys cuddle together a lot, you're usually laying on top of Polyester and Polyurethane is on top of both of you crushing your bonés under him –that gives Polyester flashbacks to when Polyurethane was younger, but he doesn’t mind it–

You're always holding hands in trios on the streets, delivering little kisses to the both of them all the time, Polyester kisses your hand and Polyurethane bops your nose. Just all that mushy stuff, because for as much as they love your affection, they know you love theirs too.

You're humming a melody while skipping your way on the street, your hands swing back and forth gently so that you know you don’t pull either one of your boyfriends’ hands too hard.

Polyester's fingers caress the back of your hand while he walks calmly, being a little bit behind you and Polyurethane.

In contrast his brother is copying you, skipping along and swinging his hands just a bit more aggressively than yours, while his fingers are entranced with yours.

You’re just so genuinely sweet it inspires the bros to get softer and happier in general. Your attitude gives them space to be vulnerable without feeling weak for it, which is a feeling they wouldn’t trade for anything in this world.

In the beginning they were a little flustered by your constant affection, but once they’ve grown to accept it they can fully thrive off your patience and love for them and it really does help them accept themselves as a whole. Even the parts they don’t really like.

When one of them is feeling down you don’t just come to the rescue, you come prepared for war. You find it insulting to your efforts and undying love for both when one of them is feeling down, so you pull everything you have to make them rise again, and not just rise, but feel like they’re on the top of the world too!

If they’re upset because they want special treatment over their sibling, you’ll give it to them after warning the other and just for a while before you get their spirits back up, since you don’t like to have to favor one over the other for too long, the other is usually understanding and your warning helps with maintaining the peace while reassuring the other.

If you are the one feeling down they’ll do the same you do for them but doubled, because that is what you deserve for the rest of your life. They’ll both treat you with extra extra care, so no matter how upset you are, you’ll get back pulled back to your spirits pretty quickly, whether it is through material things, like giving you new clothes and treating you to loads of chocolate and ice cream after a bad day, or if it’s just a matter of reassurance through words and cuddles, they will be there to help you back up from your worst moments, because in the end, they know you’ll always do the same for them, no matter the costs.

I had gun writting this despite not being my favorite type of request!

Thank you for requesting and reading!

He was kind of bratty, always wanting to do his things and go to his places.

You didn't mind most of the time, but it would be nice if you both did what you wanted to do for once!

This little victory didn't last very long, though, as nearly immediately after he agreed he had begun to backpedal on the idea.

“Babe, I don't want to go to that one place though- we always go there.”

You don't… in fact, it's been quite a few months since you've last gone…

Still, you didn't want this to turn into a whole… thing, so you had so graciously offered some alternative places that you know had food that he likes.

“Nah- I'm not like, really in the mood for any of that.”

Ugh! Alright, so you hit him back with the good ole “well then, what are you in the mood for?” text message.

You ground your teeth and clenched your fist, nearly throwing your phone onto the ground when he responded with a very cheeky “LOL I don't know, you pick.”

You can't believe it!

This exchange went on for at least an hour- you'd suggest a few places, he would shoot them down for no other good reason besides “nah I don't feel like it”.

You hated when he got this way, because you know that if you don't come up with a good decision soon, you'd end up getting some junky fast food only for him to complain later that it's making him feel sick all the time.

He doesn't seem to want to eat anything else!

You offered up your last resort, to make something simple at home- creamy garlic noodles and chicken with a side of broccoli and cauliflower.

“Sounds good! Can't wait!” He replied, only for you to balk at his quick response.

It really felt like he just wanted you to cook for him, and if that's the case, then he should have just asked when you asked what he wanted!

You never minded cooking for him, so why didn't he just ask?!

This was such a colossal waste of time!

By the time he had actually made it over to your place, you were so knee deep in cooking, that you hadn't heard your front door opening.

You also apparently didn't hear your name being called in dramatic fashion, either, so by the time you looked behind you it was already too late to defuse that bomb.

There stood Polyester, arms folded and cheeks puffed out in a very obvious pout.

It was actually really cute, all things considered.

“You didn't even, like, greet me at the door.” He complained, turning his head to look away from you as you wiped your hands clean on your apron.

“Oh, I'm sorry- I didn't hear you come in, I was just finishing up dinner-” you explained, putting your stuff down to go give him a small kiss before going back to cooking.

You were almost done, anyway.

“Hmph, no.” He huffed, turning his back to you as you made your way over to try and hug him. “You don't love me.”

Here we go- the tried and true acting bratty to get your attention.

Polyester has been known to do this from time to time, normally it happens when he is either upset about something, or he is feeling self conscious and is lashing out at you.

Either way, you couldn't just let this behavior slide.

You thought you had talked to him enough times about how it's better to talk about what's going on than to hold it in.

Seems like there was another reason here that needed to be learned.

You could get him to talk, to open up, no problem.

You turned the stove off, making sure to cover and secure everything with a lid. Taking your apron off and hanging it on the nearby hook as you turned your body to face him head on.

“Polyester.” You spoke sternly, putting on a commanding front as you placed your hands on your hips. “What's going on?”

“Tch- nothing!” He responded quickly, glancing over his shoulder at you as you could see his red eyes peeking out from behind his hair.

He scoffed rather loudly again, turning away from you as soon as you made direct eye contact with him.

“Oh? Nothing is wrong? Nothing at all?” You asked, taking quick steps around the kitchen to stand in front of him.

“Nope.” He said plainly, turning the other direction again to face away from you.

“Well, alright then, if you say so.” You shrugged, faking an obnoxious yawn as you made a show to roll out your neck and shoulders. “You know, I think I'm just going to skip dinner tonight.”

“Huh?!” Polyester asked in utter shock, turning to look at you as you were stretching out your back.

You had some old reliable tactics too, you knew exactly how to get him to do what you wanted… sometimes.

Emphasis on sometimes.

“Yeah, you know I'm just so tired! I think I'll just shower and turn in for the night.” You said, walking down the hall towards your bedroom door.

“Wha-What do you mean?” He asked, his voice growing a little frantic, as he quickly turned around and jogged to follow you towards your bedroom.

“It's just been a long day, ya’ know?” you explained, opening the door while flipping the light on. “You can see yourself out, yeah?”

Oh, he hated when you would say things like that.

He was so pampered and pristine, he basically demanded to be escorted everywhere!

“Uh, er- I-” Polyester began to stammer, shaking his head back and forth as his shoulders began to shake.

His face started to get red from how upset he was.

Good thing he fell right into your trap.

Before he could blink, you used his quick anger and uncertainty against him.

You grabbed onto his arm as you used your body as a leverage point, pulling him in closer to your body, pivoting to the side at the last second and stepping out of the way as his body went flying forward.

“Ack!” He landed chest first into your bed that was behind you, as you then jumped in the same direction with the intention to straddle his body under you.

You mounted onto his lower back, doing your best to reach up behind your headboard with the intention to grab at the restraints you had tucked under your bedsheets.

He wasn't making it easy for you, as once he had realized what was going on, he attempted to buck you off of his back to try and free himself from your hold.

You were both a little winded from all your laughing, tussling and rolling around on the bed as the pillows and sheets got a little messed up.

It was all in good fun, though.

You had your other arm slung around Polyester’s neck to ensure that you didn't accidentally fall off of the bed. You had managed to wrap one of the straps around his wrist, using your position on his back to your advantage.

“Gotcha!” You triumphantly shouted, as despite all of his wriggling and squirming, you had managed to get one of the cuffs over his wrist. “I won!”

You pumped your fists in the air in victory, as you felt Polyester deflate underneath you.

“I've been bested! This cannot be!” He exclaimed, kicking his legs a little as he peeked up over his shoulders to look at you.

There was no anger or malice in his eyes, just some joy mixed with a bit of excitement.

You and him both knew that if he really wanted to, he could easily overpower you, turn the tables on this whole situation and have you begging and pleading for your life under his hold.

He was a good sport though, and would concede to your victory.

“Now, roll over.” You commanded, lifting your hips up while tapping on his side to indicate which direction you wanted him to go.

Now laying on his back, you lowered down again to sit yourself down onto his hips, placing your palms on his pecs as you splayed your fingers over his still clothed skin.

“Hey, ‘sup?” You asked, tilting your chin up in a greeting as you waited to see if Polyester would invoke his safe word.

“‘Nunin.” He said, shrugging his shoulders casually as he looked up at you.

“‘Kay.” You sang out, reaching forward to strap in his other wrist. You gave the ropes a tug to check how sturdy they were. “Good?”

“Yeah- good.” He nodded, keeping his red eyes on you as you leaned back to sit down on his hips once more.

“What's your word, My Love?” You asked, placing your hands on his pecs once more.

“Apple, cause it's red.” He chuckled while rolling his eyes.

“Good Boy.” You praised, giving a soft peck to his nose before you lifted yourself to sit back up.

You leaned over to reach into your nightstand drawer, feeling around until your fingers met the small white remote that was hidden underneath some old notebooks and dead pens.

“Polyester, Dear, you know we need to talk about this?” you said sternly, sitting up straight as you held your finger against one of the buttons.

“Talk about what? Wasn't I just being kicked out a minute ago?” He mumbled angrily, turning his head to look away from you while tugging on the wrist restraints you had him in.

Seems like his good mood had been deflated.

“I've been having to deal with your attitude all week, Baby.” You spoke, pressing a button that activated automatically a pair of robotic claw hands that quickly attached a spreader bar on his ankles.

“Nah- you're imagining it.” He had grumbled, trying to seem calm while feeling his legs be forced apart by the bar.

His face was beginning to flush with color, as his heartbeat began to grow faster while his body started to sweat.

He was feeling both anxious and excited at the same time.

“Oh Baby, you know I have a bad imagination.” You retorted, leaning forward to lick a clean strip up from his abs to his chest, stopping short from letting your tongue run over his still clothed nipple.

“Ack- well, I don't- I don't know what you're talking abou-” he was about to stubbornly insist, until you suddenly pressed your mouth down onto his peaked nipple that was pressing against his white suit.

You used your free hand to run your nails across his chest, pressing another button on your remote that used one of the robotic hands to pull his suit clean off of his body. It was such a swift motion, that you didn't even feel his clothes sliding out from under you, as you continued to suck and nip at his newly exposed skin.

You lifted yourself up, making sure to release a loud and messy “pop” as your lips left his now slightly tacky skin.

You held out your free hand, as the robotic claw dropped his pair of sparkly gold heavenly undergarments into your palm.

“Hey-hey!” He loudly protested, bucking his hips up as his growing erection rubbed up against your clothes ass. “Be, ah- be careful with those.”

“Aww- I can't play with them?” You pouted, bringing the sparkling material up to your lips.

“No! Those are heavenly garments, you can't just-” he began to scold, but you ignored him, bringing the crotch of his underwear closer to your mouth.

You made sure to keep maintaining eye contact, running your tongue directly up the crotch of the garment, as his taste and scent invaded your senses all at once.

“Ah- that's so good.” You moaned, making a show of it while you felt a jolt run through your body as you physically shivered.

“Ah?! Stop that!” Polyester whined, pulling against the restraints.

He wasn't that in distress, as you felt him bucking his hips up against your ass to try and gain some kind of meaningful friction.

“No way.” You huffed, tossing his underwear to the side. “I only listen to Good Boys who want to tell me things.”

You pressed another button on the remote that was still resting in your hand behind your back, as another clawed arm appeared to gently drop a bottle of lube into your palms.

“I am! I am like, the best boy ever?!” He whined, almost sounding like he was questioning that notion, tossing his body around anxiously as he watched you uncap the bottle.

“Hmm- I don't think so.” You hummed, coating your fingers in the viscous liquid as you scooted yourself back to sit yourself in between his spread legs.

You yet again pressed another button on your remote, licking your lips as you watched a silicone artificial tongue attachment that was placed upon yet another robotic arm come up from under your bed.

The mouth attachment was self lubricating, as the soft silicone material brushed up gently against his now fully peaked nipple. He moaned so loudly, trying to wiggle his way out of the machine's hold, but with all the stimulation going on around him that might as well have been an insurmountable task.

Especially when you went and made it worse.

You ran your lubed palm slowly up and down his thick shaft- biting your lip at the feeling of the deep veins and ridges that you could feel that were decorating his dick. You made sure to squeeze harder at the base, causing him to groan as his cock jumped in your hold with the added stimulation.

Before you could get too lost in his body, however, you reminded yourself that you had intended this to be about teaching him a lesson about opening up and trusting you.

You'll have to get your own enjoyment another time.

“You're so hot, Polyester, letting me touch you like this.” You sang out, running your finger down from the head of his cock to the top of his sensitive sack.

“Love it- love it when you touch me.” He said, tossing his head around as you pressed the button to have the silicon tongue move over to his other nipple.

“Oh?” You questioned, moving your hand to gently cup his balls in your slick and warm palm. “Could have fooled me, what with all that attitude you gave me earlier.” You emphasized your words, giving him a gentle squeeze as you rolled his junk around in your hand.

“Hnnn!” he whined, voice cracking as you continued to apply gentle pressure around his sensitive bit.

You could see his muscles flexing under your touch, as his body was flushed with color as he began to sweat at all the different sensations that were happening to him.

Still, it didn't seem to be enough.

Looks like you were going to have to up the ante on this one.

You moved your still slicked fingers down, using your index to circle around his little puckered hole as you had the claws adjust the spreader bar to open his cheeks just a little bit further for you.

You began by applying gentle pressure around his entrance, as you slowly began to apply gentle pressure to help massage the area to try and coax his body to relax to allow you deeper access.

“Fuccccck-” Polyester nearly screamed, feeling the spit that had been building up in his mouth spill out over his lips as he felt your finger penetrate his tight hole.

“Hnng, you sure must trust me- not even thinking about using your word?” You asked, allowing honey to flow through your words as you maneuvered to rub up against his inner walls.

“I do- trust, ah, trust so ‘mush.” He slurred out as you watched his cock that was twitching, reacting to the euphoric feelings you were invoking within him.

“That's my good boy.” You giggled, adding another finger into his hole as he howled in pure pleasure.

His dick was sufficiently swollen now, engorged and flushed a deep red as the head was leaking copious amounts of pre that fell in cascading globs down his shaft.

You couldn't help yourself, as you leaned in to lick the bitter and salty fluid off of his cock, as you continued to massage his walls deeper with your fingers.

Polyester was a mess, his face sticky and his body warm as you continued to touch and play with him until he no longer could form any kind of coherent thoughts in his head.

You pulled your fingers out of him as he practically cried in protest, pressing the last button on the remote as you watched a sizable purple anal toy emerging from under the bed.

You bought the prostate stimulator with him in mind, wanting to keep the color scheme matching.

You grabbed the claw holding the toy, dropping the remote for a moment, as you used your other hand to grip tightly at the base of Polyester's pulsating cock.

You gently guided the tip of the toy inside of his hole, watching his face for any signs of discomfort as you also began to stroke at his dick to help keep him distracted from the uncomfortable stretch.

“Ah! Fuck- fuckfuckfuck.” He moaned, his fists clenching into the sheets below him, as you were finally able to insert the toy into him completely.

He whined as you gave it a few experimental taps.

“There we go, you did such a good job.” You praised, letting the claw take over, as you reached over to press another button on the remote that allowed the machine to become automatic.

The claw gently thrusted the toy into him, pulling out slowly only to press back into him, providing its own lubrication to avoid hurting him in any way.

“Hah- so good, can't- can't do it.” Polyester whined, looking down to see you stroking him with your hand while he felt the machine thrusting up into him.

“You can, just let yourself feel it.” You encouraged, wrapping your lips around his swollen head of his cock, feeling him pulse and twitch in your mouth as you lowered down onto him as much as you comfortably could.

“I'm gonna- gonna cum!” He shouted, arching his back so much that his hips were hovering off the bed.

You were afraid he would accidentally flutter away if he wasn't mindfully.

You lowered your lips onto him deeper, feeling his head tickling the back of your throat, trying not to gag as you felt him release into your mouth.

You pressed another button, as the machine slowly came to a stop while you continued to help empty his load down your throat with some suckling and pumping.

You pulled off of his cock when he began to whine from overstimulation, as you pressed another button on the remote to turn the machine off completely.

You watched the arms and restraints retreat back under your bed, as you helped to maneuver Polyester's legs so that he was lying down more comfortably on the bed.

He was trying to catch his breath with his arms slung over his face, as you crawled up to lay your head on top of his chest.

“You good?” You asked, rubbing at his body gently to try and alleviate any soreness he might have.

“Yeah, yeah I'm great.” He sighed, moving his arm to look down at you with a small smile.

“Good- then maybe the next time that you want to be thrashed, just tell me.” You giggled, lifting up off the bed to stand up and stretch.

“I'm going to go grab a fresh towel and some water.” You spoke, watching as the stubborn angel turned around to face away from you. “No need to act like a brat!”

You heard Polyester scoff as you walked out, laughing to yourself as you left the room.

You'll be free from the bratty attitude for about a week, until it starts up again when he decides he wants more attention, but for some reason is allergic to asking for it.

That's just how he is, and honestly, you wouldn't change it for the world.