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alltheirdamn · 3 months ago

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Rotten | cowboy!joel x f!reader

Part III

Summary: When it rains, it pours. You want to hate Joel so badly, but it’s so hard when he keeps fighting for what he wants. Rating: 18+ MDNI Word Count: 7.6k Warnings: No-Outbreak AU, heavy banter and arguing, brat taming, explicit language, mild violence, kissing (!!!), outdoor sex, fingering, orgasm denial, rough unprotected piv sex, squirting, choking, slapping, creampie, aftercare, a fuck ton of angst, a dash of fluff A/N: if you came for the smut, part 1&2 are always there for your enjoyment...but if you stayed for the angst and the ending they deserved, then this is for you. i'll never shy away from angst and the opportunity to deepen a story past pnp, so if you don't like it pls don't fucking bite it. anyway, a HUGE thank you to @lotusbxtch for helping me work this final part out, you are my partner in crime. and thank you @mermaidgirl30 for always screaming about these two with me <3 xoxo everyone, enjoy Part I & Part II

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Storm clouds brewed above you, their grey formation migrating together until the darkness blanketed the sky. The incoming rainstorm made the cattle restless in the fields, and you were fighting through the whipping wind, trying to wrangle them back into the barn. Usually, you’d let them wander through the fields during calmer storms, but the churning clouds made you nervous for what was to come.

Mac hesitated beneath you as thunder cracked through the air, the sound rippling through the rolling fields. He bucked against your grip on the reins, timidly backing away from the path you were guiding him on. The cattle were too spread out to control by yourself, but you could handle it. You weren’t raised to back down from a challenge, and that’s all this was—a challenge. The only issue was that there was little room for error before the storm reached its full potential.

“C’mon, Mac. Y’gotta work with me,” you said, frustrated.

You steered him toward the right side of the field, using him as a lead for the cattle to follow. It was useless; they only ran in the opposite direction and further away from you. You cursed at the sky, gripping your saddle horn as you leaned into Mac’s neck. The storm would come crashing down soon, and you’d be chasing the cows through the downpour alone.

“Y’want some help?” Called out a voice in the distance.

The deep timber of Joel’s voice frightened the herd, making them sprint through the tall grass in every direction. Fuck. You steered Mac around, facing Joel in the direction of him as he barreled toward you on his horse. He had one hand holding the reins, the other holding down his cowboy hat against the wind rushing over his body.

“Fuckin’ dammit, Joel!” You screamed. “I had it under control!”

You didn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

His horse came into a slow trot beside you and Mac, and you whipped your head to the side to glare at him. Under the shadows of the storm clouds, his brown eyes glinted brightly, absorbing every ounce of light left above you in the sky. God, you hated him. You hated his stupid eyes, his smug smirk, and his broad body sitting atop his horse.

“Lemme help you,” he offered. “Y’can’t get them all wrangled alone. Y’need another horse helpin’ move them.”

“No, I fuckin’ don’t! I can handle it, Joel!”

“Darlin’, I know y’can handle most everythin’, but this storm is gettin’ too crazy to be out here alone. Lemme just help herd them together, then y’can take it from there.”

“Jesus Christ, why can’t y’just leave me alone?” You yelled, exasperated.

You glanced back at the cows, now several yards away and deeper into the fields than you wanted. Shit, this wasn’t good. Kicking your heels against Mac’s sides, you sent him into a full sprint through the open fields, distancing yourself from Joel and propelling yourself deeper into your endless expanse of land. It didn’t matter if you got caught in the midst of the storm; you just wanted to prove your point. You could do this. You didn’t need help. You didn’t want help.

Joel called out your name, the sound of his horse galloping behind you growing louder. You pushed yourself harder, forcing Mac to run faster. Lightning struck down into the field miles away, the blinding light causing Mac to rear upwards. You tried to steady yourself in the saddle, swinging the reins to the side to guide him back onto all fours. He only fought against your hold, jerking his head back and forth as he huffed out a loud whine.

“Mac, calm down!” You begged.

A hand came beside you, gripping the reins and tugging them firmly to the left. Joel steered Mac beside his horse, taking control and limiting your ability to calm Mac down. You tried yanking the reins from Joel’s large hands, but he only tightened his grip.

“This isn’t the time to be stubborn,” he barked. “You’re gonna get caught in the storm.”

“I have responsibilities!” You seethed. “I need these damn cows in the barn ‘fore it starts gettin’ bad. I can’t just leave them out here!”

“They’ll be just fine! It’s one storm,” he argued.

You grasped at the reins, tearing them from his hands. Another ripple of thunder shook the air around you, and you took it as a sign that time was running out. You needed to work against the storm before it was too late. Leaning into Mac, you pushed him into a long gallop toward the herd. You managed to gain the lead around them, zig-zagging Mac until they grouped together. Joel watched from a distance, his horse standing restless in the blowing wind. You were doing this without him, proving you didn’t need help.

The cows grunted as you urged them into a faster pace, the view of the worn-down barn drifting closer. You were acutely aware of Joel trailing behind you but couldn’t find the energy to care. Let him follow. You’d rip him to shreds when the cattle were safe. Mac continued his waltz back and forth, obeying your commands as you guided him in a rhythm behind the cows. You tuned out the sound of thunder rumbling above you and kept your breathing even as you pushed through the wind tearing at your face.

“Alright, let’s get y’all inside,” you said, coaxing the cattle through the open barn doors.

They rustled through the hay-covered ground, veering off in different directions. Some went straight for the water basins, while others huddled in dark corners behind the wooden beams creaking above you. You kicked your legs over Mac, sliding to your feet and giving him an appreciative pat against his neck. Softly kissing his jaw, you smoothed down his mane and waded through the cows to check them over. The sounds of hoofs pounding into the barn startled you—and the cows—and you clenched your fists together before turning toward Joel.

“I told you to leave me alone.”

Dismounting his horse, Joel waltzed his way into the barn, thunder clouds casting dark shadows over his large frame as he walked closer. Under the brim of his cowboy hat, you could see his smug grin and glittering eyes, just watching as you shook with anger.

“All I was tryna do is help,” he explained. “No need to get feisty with me.”

You stepped closer, rage boiling inside your veins. You hated him. You hated the help he offered because he thought you couldn’t do this alone. He thought you were weak—incapable. Well, you weren’t. You were more than capable of handling anything out on your land. That’s what you were raised to do.

“I don’t want your fuckin’ help, Joel. And I don’t want you ‘round here.”

“Why?” He pressed.

You were toe-to-toe with him, staring up at eyes that looked at you with anything but anger. Where was that menacing look he usually wore? Where was his dominance? Why wasn’t he fighting with you?

“You piss me off!” you yelled. “You come ‘round here ruinin’ my fuckin’ day. You don’t take no for an answer. You don’t let me live.”

“Darlin’, bein’ alone ain’t livin’ at all. Why don’t y’want someone ‘round? Why don’t you want me ‘round?”

His body crowded you, his hands roaming up your arms, squeezing your tense shoulders as you disappeared under his shadow. You shook him off, breezing past him and into the open space outside the barn. You didn’t want to give him the answer; you couldn’t explain it without being vulnerable. And Joel was the very last person you wanted to be vulnerable with.

“Hey!” Joel hollered. “Would y’come back inside? It ain’t safe out there right now.”

As if to prove his point, lightning struck the fields just a mile away, the instant clap of thunder rattling through the air. Drops of rain began to pelt the dirt around you, misting your hair and face as you glanced up into the sky. You worked at shutting the fences together, ensuring everything was tied down and secure before the storm hit full force.

Two strong arms braced themselves around your middle, pulling you away from the barn until your boots dragged through the mud. Your house was only feet away, and you knew that’s exactly where Joel intended to take you. Maybe he’d fuck you through the anger like he always did, but not even that sounded appealing right now. You wanted to be alone.

“Let me fuckin’ go!” You screamed, thrashing against his firm grip.

“No. I’m sick of this fuckin’ attitude y’always got. Ain’t gonna listen to it anymore.”

You drove an elbow into his stomach, forcing his arms to slip from your torso as he doubled over with a soft oof. You staggered away from him, staring him down through the pelting rain.

“I want to be alone!” You raged.

“Why do y’want to be alone so bad? Y’don't have to be alone, you know,” Joel argued.

He had a hand pressed into his side, no doubt to quell the pain from your jab, and a grimace twisting up his lips. You were soaked from the rain now, your hair matting down onto your forehead and cheeks as you stared at him. Humidity thickened the air around you, leaving you suffocating in your skin.

“I can take care of myself,” you defended. “I—.”

“I know y’can take care of yourself,” Joel interjected. “You’ve made that perfectly fuckin’ clear! All I’m sayin’ is, what if you didn’t have to?”

“And do what?” You laughed bitterly. “Have you take care of me? In your fuckin’ dreams, Miller.”

Joel dragged a wet hand over his face, his eyelashes weighed down by the heavy droplets. You folded your arms over your chest, your shirt soaked and no doubt see-through. It didn’t matter; too many emotions flooded your mind to even care about your appearance.

“Y’drive me fuckin’ crazy, y’know that?” Joel cursed. “Always gotta be so fuckin’ stubborn and pissy. I can’t stand it.”

“Then why do y’keep comin’ ‘round?!” You tossed your arms up in defeat, huffing out a cloud of air through the torrents of rain.

“Because!” He shouted.

“Because why?”

“Christ, y’just don’t fuckin’ get it.”

Joel tore his hat off his head, rushing toward you. His strong hands gripped the sides of your face, his nose brushing over yours. With a deep inhale, he crashed his lips against yours, the taste of rainwater and smoke falling onto your tongue. Everything inside your body tensed up, too afraid to cave into his embrace. But Joel held you closer, tangling one hand into your damp hair, coaxing your mouth open wider. His tongue rolled over yours, and a moan slipped from your mouth and into his. He swallowed every tiny noise you made, drinking in your vulnerability as it coated his lips. Every slant of his mouth over yours was a step closer to your undoing; he would ruin you completely if he kept kissing you.

“Stop,” you mumbled against his lips.

Joel pressed harder against you, his nose smashing into your cheek as he deepened the kiss. He was consuming you from the inside out, sucking out every emotion and bleeding you dry. You sank your teeth into his bottom lip, pulling it hard until he broke away with labored breathing. He brushed a finger over his mouth, finding blood seeping along the surface of his bottom lip.

“This how y’wanna act?” He questioned, his eyes a swimming pool of onyx.

There it was.

Your chest rose and fell as you tried to slow your breathing, watching Joel flex his fingers at his sides. You had torn yourself from his grip and left him empty-handed; if you did it first, then you wouldn’t have to face the pain of losing him. Christ, the realization hit you like a freight train.

You hated him… you had to hate him.

You wouldn’t let yourself feel anything else.

“Go home, Joel! I don’t want you!”

“Sure fuckin’ felt like y’did,” he huffed.

Then he was on you, wrangling you down into the mud until you were pinned beneath him. Sloshing against the wet earth, you clawed at his flannel, tearing your nails through the soaked fabric. Joel clamped a hand around your wrist, pinning it above your head as he lowered his face close to yours. Your other hand came up to his face, smearing thick mud over his scruff-covered jaw. Every time he leaned closer, you pushed his face away, distancing yourself from the addiction that beckoned; lips saturated in the rain, soft and inviting…a sweet promise of something you could never have. You wanted him to ruin you like he always did; you needed the pain. You needed the reminder that this was nothing but physical that kept you colliding together.

“Stop. Fightin’. Me.” He panted.

“No!”

You continued swatting at his face, mud caking into his mustache and over the bridge of his nose. Joel pried your hand from his face, pulling it above your head and clasping your wrists together under one large palm.

“Enough!” He barked.

He shredded your wet shirt apart with his free hand, the saturated pieces fraying into the muddy ground. With a snarl off his lips, Joel bent down and ravished your body with open-mouthed kisses, his teeth marring your neck and chest. You arched into his touch, hissing at the pain of each bite into your flesh.

“Fuck,” you groaned.

This. This is what you wanted. You wouldn’t fight this because this was what you wanted. Right? You mewled as he marked your body, leaving bruised patches of skin in his wake. Pleasure began to pulsate between your legs, a constant ache that only grew stronger the longer you lay beneath him. You needed him inside you—assaulting you with quick thrusts until your brain turned off.

Joel worked at peeling your pants from your legs, huffing out a frustrated breath as he fought with the denim plastered to your skin by the rain. Maybe you'd laugh at his struggles if you weren’t blinded by so much rage. But you were beyond desperate for release—release from the pleasure boiling under your skin and release from this constant painful ache inside your chest. With your pants and underwear lazily tossed into the puddle of water beside you, Joel smoothed his hands over your curves, his fingers pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. Every inch of your body was drenched with rain, the droplets pelting your face as you tried to bite back another moan. His fingers roamed down your stomach, slipping easily between your legs and through your silken folds.

“Please,” you whined.

It was the first time you willingly begged for anything from Joel. You bit your lips to hold back any more desperate pleas.

“Look at you, darlin’,” Joel teased. “Finally learned some damn manners.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped.

You chased his fingers, lifting your hips as he brushed the pad of his thumb over your clit. Everything was so sensitive and heightened that you could hardly blame the rain for your eyes blurring as he drew slow circles over the aching bud. Joel coaxed small noises from your mouth as you writhed against the wet earth.

“You gonna be good for me, darlin?” Joel asked, his voice lost behind another rumble of thunder.

“Just make me cum,” you bit out.

“Y’think I��m just gonna give you whatever y’want right now? After the way y’treated me? Nah, I don’t think so.”

His lips twitched into a smug grin, his fingers teasing their way into your slick entrance. Joel paralyzed you with a heavy stare, and you turned your head away, staring off across the field to avoid his eyes. The longer you looked at him, the harder this would be.

He curled two fingers inside you, dragging them over the spongy spot that had your insides rupturing with ecstasy. Every stroke of his fingers was another tug on that pleasure unfurling within your core. Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused on the rhythm of his movements, the quickness of his fingers, the thickness as they stretched you wide.

“Gotta look at me if y’wanna cum,” Joel said, plunging his fingers deeper.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes tighter. You couldn’t look at him, not right now.

“Look at me!” Joel demanded.

A sharp sting bolted across your face, sending your eyes flying open. Joel’s eyes were darker than the thunderstorm hanging above your bodies, emotions swirling deep within his irises. You saw it all—the anger, the pain, the need. This is why you didn’t want to look at him; it reflected everything you felt, too. His fingers pinched your chin, holding your face firm within his grip. You had nowhere to go. You were trapped—trapped beneath him, trapped inside yourself.

Joel worked his fingers harder and faster, pulling cries from your lips until your orgasm skyrocketed through your body.

“Fuck, Joel!” You cried.

His jaw twitched as he watched you unravel beneath him. Your core fluttered with phantom ripples of your orgasm, your body unwinding from its tension. You had enough of this—you didn’t want to be under his control. Not when his eyes softened and his body pressed closer to yours.

“Get off me,” you begged. “Fuck—get off!”

Joel tore his fingers from you, drawing them into his mouth as he cleaned your arousal from his skin. There wasn’t a single ounce of rage radiating off his body, which only angered you more. For how much fight you were putting up against him, he wasn’t giving in like he usually did.

Frustrated with everything, you shimmied your body far enough upward to twist your hips and swing a leg over his waist. Joel relinquished and allowed you to wrangle him to the ground; your hands splayed over his chest, his shirt soaked beneath your fingers. Joel gazed up at you with hungry eyes while he worked at undoing his belt buckle. Rain pelted his face, washing away the mud as it streaked through his graying curls. Christ, he looked so beautiful beneath you; you would kiss him if you weren’t so fucking scared. But you didn’t want that—at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Above him, you could hurt him however you wanted; you could torment him until he snapped.

“This what y’want, darlin’?” Joel asked, breathless. “Y’wanna use me? Go ahead.”

You didn’t want to use him; you wanted him angry enough to snap back into his commanding nature. You wanted him to break you apart. You wanted his handprints seared into your skin and his filthy words in your ear. But he kept staring at you with eyes that could fracture your heart into a million pieces. There wasn’t a hint of darkness in his eyes anymore, all of it replaced by that deep-rooted need you couldn’t stand to look at.

Joel’s cock throbbed in your hand as you lined it up with your entrance, the velvety skin damp from the rain, sliding into your sex without resistance. You lowered yourself until his length filled you completely, the stretch rendering you speechless. Slowly, you began to grind against him, letting your body move fluidly until you buzzed with newfound pleasure. It coursed through your veins, igniting that fire low in your stomach you so hungered for.

You rolled your hips faster, leaning into him to thread your hands through his matted curls, your nails digging into his scalp. Joel wouldn’t move with you—he lay there with his hands gripping your waist, letting you take the lead.

“Keep usin’ me, darlin’,” Joel whispered. “I can take it.”

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You hoped your nails clawing in his skin would elicit a response…anything. You sped up the tempo, raising yourself along the length of his cock and pushing yourself down.

“I hate you,” you panted, throwing all your weight into each drop of your hips. “I hate you so fuckin’ much.”

“I know y’do,” Joel said softly.

You dragged your nails down his hair and over the graying patches of hair along his jaw. Dirt collected under your nails as tiny red welts rose to the surface of his skin. Joel wasn’t phased by any of it, not even a grimace of pain when you squeezed your hands around his throat.

“Hate me back!” You begged.

“No.”

You choked him harder, throttling him as your sex clenched around his cock. You couldn’t even focus on the pleasure curling inside your stomach, your anger suffocating every sensation in your body.

“Goddamnit, Joel! Hate me!”

His tan skin flushed underneath your hands, and your rage took hold of your body as you sent your hand flying across his cheek. Nothing. Not a single reaction from your anger. Joel should have had you on the brink of death at this point after all your yelling and fighting. That’s what he did best—he hurt you until the pain became pleasure, and your control slipped out of reach. But he wasn’t feeding into your pleas. He wasn’t even considering it. That stupid brow furrow softened, his eyes looking at you with a mixture of emotions, none of which you wanted.

“Fuckin’ hate me!” You screamed. “How much more can I keep hurtin’ you ‘til you hate me back?”

Joel lifted himself up despite your efforts to hold him down. Everything felt electrified with your bodies pressed together, sticky wet skin against wet clothes. Your body pulsed with pleasure…with anger…with everything you wanted to escape. His hands wrapped around your back, guiding you along his cock as you kept your hands squeezing around his throat.

“But I don’t hate you.” He was soft-spoken as if to coax you out of your aggressive haze.

You dropped your head onto his shoulder, sinking your teeth into his skin as you rocked against his body. Faster and faster, your hips moved, driving his cock deeper inside you; all the while he remained paralyzed against you. Small flexes of his fingers against your skin were all you could feel, and his breathy moans in your ear were enough to drive you mad. Your teeth were bearing down into his shoulder with enough force to draw blood, yet he didn’t move a muscle.

Releasing your grip, you jerked away from the warmth of his body with a snarl twisting up your lips. Why wasn’t he taking control? You deserved the torture—the complete domination of his body against yours. Why was this time different? Why wouldn’t he give you what you wanted?

“Why won’t you hate me?!” You wailed. “Why won’t you fuck me like y’always do?”

Joel silently watched as you pounded your fists into his muscles over and over again. You could keep hitting him, keep yelling, keep pleading…but what was the use? He wasn’t giving in, and you were growing tired. You were so fucking tired of fighting.

“Is this not enough?” You cried, your voice cracking. “Am I not enough?”

“Oh, darlin’,” Joel sighed.

His breath was hot against your ear, his lips dangerously close to your skin as you continued crying. His cock throbbed inside you, yet your pleasure dissipated. You didn’t want this anymore. You were broken.

“Why am I not enough?” You whimpered.

Your hands stopped their beating, and you let the emotions you had kept at a distance crash against the surface. Sobs wracked through your body as your head fell into the crook of his neck. Joel’s hands brushed up your back, caressing and holding you close. He buried his face into your hair, one hand tangling in the soaked tendrils, holding you flush to his chest.

“I got you, darlin’. S’alright,” he crooned.

Your tears bled into his shirt, untraceable within the wet fabric that clung to his strong shoulders. Your body shook with each wave of cries, and Joel just kept holding you, kept shushing you until your sobs turned into whimpers, and you had nothing left.

You were so scared to lose everything—your land, your generational responsibilities… Joel. Everyone in your life had vanished. All you had left was hundreds of acres of empty land and a hollow chest with a half-broken heart. You could take the pain he gave you because that’s what you deserved. You didn’t deserve this tenderness, not after the way you treated him. Anger and hate were enough for you; it was enough to pacify the ache of wanting more. You weren’t worth more than this.

“Please, Joel,” you muttered. “Please hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Joel whispered. “I can’t. Y’got yourself under my skin, and I don’t want it any other way.”

“No…don’t do that,” you mumbled. “Don’t say things like that to me.”

“C’mere, lemme look at you.”

Joel pushed your shoulders forward, peeling you away from his chest. You hid your eyes from him, lowering your head and away from his longing stare.

“Darlin’, look at me,” he coaxed, his fingers brushing under your chin and lifting your face.

The rain was falling slower now, large droplets smattering against your cheeks and forehead. You tried to avoid his eyes, watching the rain roll down his nose and over his pouty lips. For once, the thought of kissing him didn’t scare you.

Joel squeezed his fingers around your jaw, softer than you were used to but still effective in getting your attention. Through the tears still blurring your eyes, you gazed into his brown eyes, the softness crashing into yours. With his brows slightly pulled up in concern, Joel exhaled, finally seeing all the broken pieces he held in his arms.

“You are enough,” he vowed. “Attitude and all, you are enough. If y’wanna hate me, then hate me. Hate me all y’want ’cause I can handle it. Just please don’t hate yourself. I see how scared you are, darlin’. Ain’t got nothin’ to be scared ‘bout with me, ‘kay?”

You nodded solemnly, letting your forehead fall against his. Joel smoothed his hands down your back, slowly guiding your hips up until his cock slipped from you. Your core clenched around nothing, the ripples of your denied orgasm rolling through your body. Fucking out your anger was one thing, but you couldn’t fuck away your feelings. Not anymore.

“C’mon, darlin’,” Joel urged.

He lifted you to your feet, following suit and rising from the slippery ground. Bending slightly, Joel curled an arm around your back and the other under your knees, tossing you up and cradling you against his chest. You let your head rest on his shoulder, watching the mud dry on his tan skin. With bleary eyes and a heavy heart, you felt guilty for making him care for you. You were supposed to be good on your own; you were supposed to be independent. You didn’t need taking care of, yet here you were, limp in Joel’s arms and exhausted.

He waded through the muddy puddles around the barn and carried you toward your house. Water dripped down the patchy roof, rattling against the storm drain as it rolled down the side of the walls. The smell of the thunderstorm wafted over Joel’s body, invading your senses with each heavy inhale. He walked up the porch steps cautiously, kicking the door open with the toe of his boot. It didn’t bother you when it smashed against the wall, the wood rattling at the force.

Still keeping you close to his chest, Joel walked through your tiny farm home, familiarizing himself with the layout until he found the door to your bathroom. Propping it open with his knee, Joel guided you inside, gingerly lowering you to your feet.

“Let’s get you in the shower, darlin’,” Joel urged. “Needa get y’warmed up.”

“I’m okay,” you croaked, wrapping your arms around your bare chest.

Joel huffed a quiet laugh, bending his head down to kiss your dirty forehead.

“Stubborn lil’ thing. C’mon, I’ll join you.”

You glanced around the bathroom, staring at the yellow wallpaper peeling around the crown molding. Time—and weather—had done its damage to your home, but no one ever visited, so you never thought about fixing it. But now Joel was standing there, truly seeing your house and not just focusing on you pinned to the couch, and you were awfully insecure. Every paint-chipped crevice along the wooden walls, every creak in the floorboard, every water stain along the corners of doorways… was just another reminder of how bad you were at existing. Focusing on the land and keeping the animals cared for was easy, but it was hard to care for yourself. You didn’t matter; you never had.

“Hey.” Joel’s voice was soft in your ear.

You looked back at Joel hesitantly, watching his clothes drop to the floor. Piece by piece, Joel slowly materialized into a reality you hadn’t imagined. Without his cowboy boots or worn flannel, Joel was soft everywhere. His dark chest hair curled around his torso and down his navel, his stomach soft and moldable. His tapered waist looked much better out of his jeans, and his thick thighs were worth spending hours kissing. All his rough edges and calloused skin morphed into something so much more tender and inviting—something you yearned for in unspeakable ways.

“Do I need to carry you into the shower?” He asked, half teasing.

You didn’t have the energy to laugh, so you only stood silent, waiting for him to run the water until the steam fogged the mirror. Once it ran hot enough, Joel pulled back the curtain and dragged you under the spray of the water. Mud slipped off your skin, swirling down your body in dark rivulets and into the drain.

Joel’s body pressed against yours, his arms snaking around your waist. You felt his warm lips press into the skin of your neck, trailing further down as you leaned into his touch. The longer you spent in his embrace, the more pliant you became—malleable.

“Can I help wash you, darlin’?” Joel muttered into your neck.

You wanted to decline to prove you didn’t need help, but Joel was just as stubborn as you. He’d persist, and you were terribly close to hitting your limit on how many times you could tell him no. So, you gave him the tiniest nod and let him steer you under the water. He reached around you to grab the shampoo, pumping enough into his hands to massage over your scalp. The drag of his fingers through your tangled hair was enough to loosen the tension in your muscles. Your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling of his hands on your body the only sensation you could focus on.

Joel remained silent, moving soapy hands over your body until there wasn’t a speck of dirt left. Eventually, your body hit its limit, and you sagged into his chest, your eyes tired and heavy. He reached over and turned the water off, the immediate chill in the empty air sending shivers down your spine.

“Stay here,” Joel muttered. “Lemme grab a towel.”

“Y’don’t even know where they are,” you grumbled.

Joel chuckled, slipping a hand down your chest to hug you closer. His scruff tickled your neck as he nestled into your body, swaying you softly against him.

“Then show me,” he whispered. “Get me used to this house.”

Tears stung your waterline at hearing his words; he wanted to be here with you. Not just in this moment. He was thinking about the future, and you couldn’t understand why you were worth more than this.

“They’re up in the cabinet outside the bathroom,” you offered. “Just don’t slip on the tiles, old man.”

“There’s my girl,” he laughed.

You hid behind the shower curtain, watching Joel’s ass leave the bathroom as he roamed into the hallway. He was only gone a moment, returning with two towels in hand. You couldn’t help but stare at how water clung to his chest hair, curling the brown hair in swirls as they trailed down his stomach. His cock hung low between his thighs, half hard and thick. You still didn’t get your last orgasm, and maybe that was something you could rectify later. Later.

“Sure starin’ a lot for someone who hates me,” Joel quipped, holding a towel.

“Shut up, Miller. I can do whatever I want.”

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it,” he smirked.

You stepped out of the tub, turning around so he could wrap the towel over your shoulders. His arms wound around your body, rubbing the fabric into your skin and drying you off. You twisted the towel over your chest and returned to watching Joel in all his glory. He used his towel to dry his hair, the salt and pepper curls sticking to his forehead. You liked Joel like this—soft and natural. As much as you enjoyed the fire in his eyes and the aggression in his actions, this was something so enticing. Slinging the towel around his waist, Joel beckoned you closer and hauled you into his arms.

“Wanna get in bed with me?” He asked.

“Now you’re askin’ permission for things? That’s new,” you scoffed, peering up at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Alright, have it your way,” he huffed.

Bending down, Joel tossed you over his shoulder, making you squeal as his hands planted themselves on your ass. He waltzed out of the bathroom, hauling you down the hall until he found your bedroom. The overcast sky shadowed your room through the windows, and you were so ready to curl up under the covers and hide away.

Tossing you onto the comforter, Joel climbed over you, caging you between his arms. You shied away from him as he leaned closer, his face dangerously close to yours. You were unsure if you were ready to kiss him again, though your body thrummed with the aching need to feel his lips against yours. He roamed a hand over your chest, his fingers dancing up the column of your neck as they squeezed softly around your throat. Instinctively, you arched into his touch, relishing the slight dominance back in his movements.

“Y’gonna fight me if I kiss you?” He teased, bending down closer.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

Joel’s lips twitched into a grin as he pressed his body into yours, his mouth a breath away from yours. With a flex of his fingers around your neck, he closed the gap, his lips colliding with yours. It wasn’t frenzied like the first time; his mouth was warm and soft against yours. He moved slowly, letting you adjust to every slant of his mouth, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth as an invitation, allowing him to steer this kiss in whatever direction.

Roaming your hands up the expanse of his muscular arms, you dug your nails into his shoulders, dragging him closer until you were flush with his body. He broke away from your lips, trailing his mouth down the hollow of your neck, sucking marks into your skin.

“Joel,” you whined.

“Hmm?” He muttered.

“I need—.”

Your begging was cut off short as he pulled down your towel, his mouth suctioning around your pebbled nipple. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling slightly to guide him off your body. He bit the sensitive bud, rolling your nipple between his teeth. He was relentless, and you found yourself caving into his desires the longer he spent ravishing your body.

“I know y’can be demandin’, darlin’,” Joel said, releasing your nipple from between his teeth. “So, let’s fuckin’ hear it.”

“Fuck me, Joel,” you begged. “Fuck me, and don’t be gentle.”

“Y’like it when I’m rough with you? Y’want me to fuck you into the mattress?” He questioned.

“Christ,” you exhaled. “Please.”

Joel wasted no time tossing his towel across the room and lifting your legs high into the air. You didn’t care that he had you pinned beneath him; you wanted to see his eyes wild with lust while he fucked himself into you. Shuffling his knees up, he maneuvered both of your legs over one shoulder, his hands sliding under your ass and lifting your hips. He slowly eased himself into you, and you let a moan slip from your lips as his cock brushed against your cervix. Yes. This is what you needed.

“S’fuckin’ pretty when you’re stuffed with my cock,” Joel grunted, rocking his hips against yours.

“Mhmm,” you whined.

You couldn’t formulate a coherent sentence when you were struggling to breathe. You were so fucking full of him, and the angle he had you molded into only shoved his cock further inside you. Joel rutted against you slowly, but each drive of his hips hit hard against yours. You reached for his hand that gripped your calf and pulled it down until it wrapped around your neck.

“Greedy lil’ thing,” he smirked.

Joel flexed his fingers around your throat before fully gripping it, stifling your breathing until your vision darkened. He snapped his hips harder, speeding up his thrusts until your bed frame smacked into the wall. Arousal dripped down the seam of your ass, coating Joel’s cock as it slipped in and out of you. Coils of pleasure twisted inside your stomach, and you let out strangled whimpers as you tried to swallow around his fingers.

“Y’enjoy bein’ fucked like a lil’ slut?”

“Y—yes,” you choked.

“Louder for me. Wanna hear ya’.”

But his grip tightened, cutting off your words as they lodged in your throat. Tears slid down your cheeks as you chased the burning pleasure coursing through your body. The orgasm you lost earlier was surging back to the surface, and you clawed at the feeling as it wracked against your core. Joel could sense it, too, his pace ruthless as he assaulted you with powerful thrusts.

“S’my girl need to cum?”

My girl.

The sentiment alone could have skyrocketed your orgasm to the surface. Joel’s eyes gleamed with pride as he looked down at you, satisfied at your reaction as your lips tipped up into a timid smile. The sound of being his girl didn’t sound so bad…but you’d think about that later. You needed this.

“Please,” you begged.

“You gonna be my good girl, darlin’? Gonna make me proud right now?”

Joel unwound his hand from your throat, threading his fingers into your hair. He bent down, forcing you further into the mattress as he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. He leaned in closer, your body nearly folded in half against his, your thighs pressed into his sweat-slick chest as your calves still rested over his shoulder. Every inch of you was covered in him: his musky scent, his smoke-tinged breath, his deep grunts lost inside your mouth. It blanketed over your fears, and you lost yourself in him. He was consuming you from the inside out, and you couldn’t help yourself when you deepened the kiss.

“C’mon,” Joel urged, his words lost against your mouth. “Make me proud.”

Your orgasm erupted through your body, stare sparkling behind your eyelids as you seized up. Your core fluttered around Joel’s cock, milking him through each ripple of your orgasm as it passed through.

“That’s my girl,” Joel praised. “Fuckin’ drenchin’ my cock.”

In a blur, Joel had you flipped onto your stomach, his cock vanishing from you for only a moment before he was yanking your hips up high and driving back into you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers clawing at the comforter.

“Ain’t stoppin’ yet, darlin’. You’re gonna give me one more.”

You weren’t sure if you had anything left to give, but with Joel ramming into you from behind, you had no choice but to relinquish all control. Slick arousal ran down your thigh as Joel plunged deeper, his cock spearing into you and tearing you apart.

“Please don’t stop,” you panted. “So close, Joel…I’m so close.”

“I know. I know,” he crooned. “Doin’ so good for me.”

Joel’s fingers dug into your hip bones, anchoring you into the bed. His touch was bruising—brutal. Your head dropped between your shoulders, your tears falling onto the sheets. Euphoria thrummed in your veins, ready to explode at any given moment. The loud echo of Joel’s hips slamming against yours battled against the storm still brewing outside; each thrust its own sound of thunder erupting inside your tiny bedroom.

Pleasure fractured through you, your skin lit on fire as your orgasm lapped up your spine. You seized around Joel’s cock, arousal gushing from you and coating his length as he slipped in and out of your sex. Joel grunted in satisfaction, pinning your hips to his as he let your orgasm flutter through your body.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Makin’ such a mess of me, darlin’. Filthy lil’ thing just squirtin’ all over my cock. Y’want my cum deep inside you now? Want me to fill you up, darlin’?”

You nodded vigorously; your mouth opened in a silent plea despite Joel towering over you from behind. He couldn’t see the way you mouthed please, but he felt the desperation in your body as you pressed your hips back against his. Joel took you hard, barreling deeper inside you with each thrust until you felt him shudder with a breathy moan. Your name slipped off his lips as he buried himself to the hilt, his release filling you to the brim. It dripped out the sides, mixing with your arousal as it rolled down your thighs. Christ, you were so fucking full of him in every single way.

Joel slumped over your body, his mouth warm against your spine as he left small kisses on your skin. You sunk into the bed, your legs giving out beneath you and leaving you exhausted and listless. Time passed slowly, and Joel finally slipped from you and tumbled onto the bed beside you. He quickly pulled you into an embrace, tucking your head under his arm and against his chest. Though your body was still unwinding from the way he fucked you, you felt yourself tensing back up. To feel this close to someone felt foreign and unsure; every fiber of your being fought against this, yet you were too tired to overcome it mentally. Joel’s fingers curled into your waist, digging softly into your skin as if to beckon you closer.

“You doin’ okay, darlin’?” He asked, his voice hoarse and tired.

You buried your head into his chest, refusing to look at him. How could you voice your fears when everything inside his eyes scared you the most? You could run from your feelings, but you could never outrun the softness of his brown eyes.

“I don’t know how to do this, Joel,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Do what?”

“Be with someone,” you confessed. “I don’t know how to be anythin’ other than alone.”

He nudged you softly, trying to coax your eyes to meet his. There was no point in hiding; at this point, you’d lose any battle against him. Lifting your head, you caught a glimpse at his eyes, their soft brown color shaded by clouded a deep sense of concern.

“Let me show y’what it’s like,” he offered. “Let me care for you the way you deserve.”

“I’m just scared,” you whispered.

“What’re y’scared of?”

Joel raised a brow, the furrow above his nose deepening. He was silently trying to understand your hesitancy, which you appreciated, but it didn’t feel right to be this vulnerable with him. The moment you spilled your heart to him, you’d never have it back. Your walls would be broken down, and you’d have nowhere to run and hide. Sucking in a breath, you allowed the words to tumble out of you.

“I’m scared that if I let myself fall for you, I’ll lose you like I lost everyone else.”

“Darlin’,” Joel sighed.

He tilted your chin up, placing a gentle kiss against your trembling lips.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You showed me how strong y’can be. Now it’s my turn to be strong for you, ‘kay? Can I do that?”

“You aren’t supposed to be like this,” you said, shaking your head.

“How am I supposed to be?” He questioned.

“You shouldn’t be this nice to me. I don’t deserve this after everythin’ I’ve done. I deserve all the mean shit y’been doin’ to me.”

“Why can’t I do both?” He chuckled lightly, squeezing your side. “I can still be mean as long as I get to love you, too.”

You propped your head onto his chest, watching him for any fault in his words. You truly didn’t understand how he could feel all these things for you when you’d been nothing but awful. You pushed him away constantly; you got on his nerves. Why did he want you?

“You love me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes.

“Yeah, maybe I do. Got me wrapped ‘round your bratty lil’ finger, darlin’.”

Joel leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His lips traveled down your damp cheeks until he captured your mouth once again. You slid your hands up his chest, your fingers tugging at the curls at the base of his neck. He pulled you in closer and maneuvered your body over his, your chests pressed together and hearts beating in the same rhythm.

“This doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop givin’ you hell, Joel,” you smiled, breaking away from his lips.

“Oh, I’m countin’ on it, darlin’,” he chuckled.

Outside, the storm continued barreling through the fields, the quiet sound of rain tapping against the windows. Joel kept you tangled around his body, his warmth never leaving you as time drifted away. The fear still lingered in the back of your mind, but it wasn’t as powerful anymore. You had your land, you had your responsibilities, and you had your man.

You could have it all.

You did have it all.

#joel miller #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel x f!reader #joel x reader #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #joel miller tlou #joel tlou #cowboy!joel #no outbreak!joel miller #no outbreak au #smut and angst

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cvnt4him · 4 months ago

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All of my izuku writings in one place.

fluff/comfort = ❤︎ smut = ** angst/hurt = ☹︎

random shit = 𖦹 suggestive = * Requests = 🎗️

EVENT!! = ★ multi char = ☁︎ mikah’s fav! = ♪

Events!!

Izuku week! [fin.]

ೃ࿔ 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯! [discontinued.]

Series.

Neighbors. [discontinued.]

Our First.(s). [ongoing]

Fics.

Live for the applause.: **

My love, mine all mine.: ☹︎ / 🎗️

Vengeance is mine.: ** / ☹︎

Stuck inside..: ** / ☹︎ / 🎗️

Slut him out!!: ** / 🎗️

Good guy my ass.: **

Reader gets hit w bunny quirk.: ** / 🎗️

Switch!zuzu x switch!reader.: ❤︎ / ** / 🎗️

Life moves on.: ☹︎ / 🎗️

Izuku x reader w insomnia: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Zu can't tie a tie.: ❤︎ / 🎗️

This is what friends do.: ** / 🎗️

Walking in on bestfriend!zuku?!: **/ ☹︎ / 🎗️

Brainrot/PnP.

femboy!zuzu pt2: ** / 𖦹

think’n ab zu<33.: ** / 𖦹

prohero!izuku pt2.: **

Relieving teacher!izuku: ** / 🎗️

Walking in on izuku?!: ** / 🎗️

Baby fever w zu: ** / 🎗️ / ★

hyperspermia: ** / 🎗️ / ♪

PH!zuku fucking his fans?!: ** / 𖦹 / ♪

Headcanons.

Guys w a chubby gf: ** / * /☁︎

attitudes w sassy men: ** / 🎗️ / ☁︎

Lovesick!zuzu.: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Stressed out reader.: ❤︎ / ☹︎ / 🎗️

Izu cock hcs!!!: ** / 🎗️

Best way to get izu off!: ** / 🎗️

New series?: 𖦹

Imagines.

Spending the 4th w zuzu!!: ❤︎ / 𖦹

js imagine..: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Cuddling w izuku!!: ❤︎ / 🎗️ / ★

Birthday head w zuzu: ** / 𖦹

Giggly sex w izu: ** / 𖦹

PH!zuku fucking his fans?!: ** / 𖦹 / ♪

Diety! Izuku x nymph! Reader: 𖦹

Bunny! izuku x human! Reader: 𖦹 / ❤︎

Drabbles.

Comfort w vigilante!zuku.: ❤︎ / 🎗️ / ☹︎ / ★

Big d!zu w gray sweats?!: ** / 🎗️ / ★

Amusement park date w zu-kins!!: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Zu w a touchy bestie?!: * / 🎗️

zu can't tie a tie.: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Zuku x big tiddie!reader.: ** / 🎗️

asking his best friend for advice.: * / 🎗️

zuku x foreigner!reader: ❤︎ / 𖦹

ᯓ all rights reserved © @cvnt4him 2024-???. all fanfics belong to me, please do not copy, translate, repost, or rewrite what I have already written. Taking inspo is perfectly fine w appropriate credits!ᯓ

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mvskedxrtist · 9 months ago

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Not so Pure Anymore

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PnP (Porn no Plot), Daddy Kink, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Degration, Humiliation Kink, Sensory Deprivation

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Guess who's back y'all! Took some time off because of stress but also just because of school, I wanted to to focus more on my school work and all but I'm back. I'm slowly gonna start posting again with a welcome to Simeon here. This probably won't be my best work, so I'm saying sorry in advance.

AMAB!Reader x Virgin!Simeon - Not so Pure Anymore

Simeon didn't know how you tempted him to sin yet he doesn't regret it. He was laying down on his bed, his eyes covered with your tie as you undressed each other and kissed his neck all over. "Y-Y/N..~" He whimpered softly while kissing you passionately.

You chuckled under your breath and pinned Simeon down to the bed as you slid your cock right into his ass, groaning softly as you started pounding his asshole fast, loud slaps filling the room along with the angel's moans. "Aww, look at my dirty angel~ looking so broken already with just a few thrusts~.. I wonder how many people have taken you down on their dicks..."

Simeon was blushing furiously and whimpered while he could feel his asshole be stretched by you. His face was flushed as he thought through your words. Both of you knew that Simeon's never been with someone, but teasing him was just fun to you. "N-no one, Daddy~ o-only you~ you're the only one~" He whined a bit louder while you leaned closed and thrusted harder in him.

"Wow Simeon~ I wonder if poor Luke can hear your moans from across the hall?~ You wouldn't want his innocence to be gone like yours, now would you?~" You kept taunting him while slowing down a bit, looking down at Simeon to see his flushed face. The angel didn't want Luke to see him like this, so why was his body reacting so lewdly to your words?

His wings came out of his back to try and cover his face but you spread his wings apart so then he couldn't try to cover himself. "Wow you're a dirty slut~ you're leaking from just my words!~" Simeon had moaned loudly once you touched his wings, his back arching while he tried to hold your hands.

Simeon could feel something throbbing inside of him and whimpered, his own cock leaking precum as you held his hips tight and thrusted faster inside of his asshole. "H-hah~ f-fuck...~ Oh fuck I wanna cum~ I need yours please!~" He begged you endlessly as you grunted and leaned towards his ear. "Aww~ you want my cum, slut? You want me to fill you up and get you pregnant?~" You whispered in his ear while Simeon nodded his head wildly and came all over his chest in response as he could feel you getting deeper.

You slammed yourself into his asshole as deep as you could, groaning loudly while you came inside of him, both of you panting heavily while you just continued to come inside of Simeon. You chuckled and pulled the tie off of Simeon, seeing some tears in his eyes from the euphoric experience. "Damn... That felt amazing~" You groaned and chuckled, laying down next to him without pulling out.

You kissed his face all over and chuckled, wiping the tears away. "Seems you're not so pure anymore~ Think anyone's going to find out?"

#my writing #smut #top reader #mvsked.writing #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #obey me x reader #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader smut #obey me simeon #om! simeon #simeon x reader #submisive and breedable #dom reader

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lis-likes-fics · 11 months ago

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Bells, Bells, Bells

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Word Count: 3k words Prompt: Double penetration Warnings: NSFW, swearing, threesome, double penetration, fingering, lots of lube, anal, use of anal plug, use of safe word, pnp, p in v, p in a, aftercare, they're all pathetic actually... A/N: I was working on a completely different fic and then got completely stuck so I started writing this instead and, well this got done a lot quicker so... Anyway, this is basically just porn with no plot bc plot would've taken a bit. Hope you enjoy. Also A/N: This is also my first time writing anal so...bear with me, guys.

You whimper when the bed dips next to you, your arms trembling as they hold you up underneath you. There are goosebumps all over your body plaguing your skin and making it hard to pretend like you're chill about all of this.

Steve, sitting in front of you, just raises a hand to your cheek and smiles reassuringly as his thumb grazes your skin. You lean into his hand and shut your eyes.

Behind you, Eddie chuckles lightly and inoffensively. “Relax, sweetheart. I haven't even touched you yet.” Then his hand sets gently on the bare skin of your ass and smooths there. “Get closer to Stevie. He'll help you.”

On hands and knees, you take a couple steps more toward him until your hands are planted on either side of his crossed legs. Your head rests momentarily on his shoulder before he pulls you back to lay a long kiss on your lips. You lean in some more, humming lightly against his lips.

“Good girl. There ya go,” Eddie whispers. “Just breathe for me, baby, and relax. Or it's not gonna be easy. Got me?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“You remember the safe words?” he asks, his tone still calming and guiding but holding just as much gravity.

You nod. “Bells means I'm good. Puppet means slow down. Whiskey to stop.”

“Good girl,” Steve says this time, petting your head and kissing your forehead.

Eddie sets his hands on your butt, smoothing his palms over the skin before spreading your cheeks apart. “‘Kay, just relax, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers.

You flinch when you feel him squeeze out some of the same cold, wet lube from before over the pretty blue plug still nestled between your cheeks.

You'd never done anything like this before. A couple hours before, you told Steve and Eddie that you wanted to try something new. They always had to take turns when you got intimate, one in front and one in back. But you wanted to see what it would be like to take them both at once.

So they pulled out their—thoroughly cleansed—plug and worked with you for a while to get you ready to put it in. It was a tight squeeze, but they were both so encouraging through the whole process of stretching you out enough to comfortably take it. It's been a couple hours since they put it in, to get you nice and ready for them, and now they had to take it out.

So here you are, hands and knees with Steve holding your face and Eddie spreading a generous amount of lube over the plug and your puckered hole.

“‘Kay, I'm gonna pull it out. Need you to push a little for me, sweets. Okay? It's gonna be kinda weird, but you'll be fine.” Eddie says.

You nod, “‘Kay.” Doing just as he says, you push a little as he grabs a hold of the handle of the plug and begins to, very slowly, pull it out.

Distracting you, Steve captures your lips with his own and muffles your stiff moan. As you stretch around the apex of the plug, you hold your breath as he manages to pull the rest of it out. All of you sigh as it finally comes out.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” Eddie asks.

Steve nods, pulling away from your lips. “She's good. Just not used to it. Right, baby?” he asks gently. You hum in agreement.

“Where are you at?” Eddie asks.

“Bells.”

He sighs gently, reassured. “Okay, good. You look good. You'll be loose enough for me now.”

You all agreed that it would be better for Eddie to take the back: Steve was thicker than him, and it would have been too much of a stretch—especially for the first time. He didn't mind.

You nod, returning Steve's smile as he strokes your cheeks. Your legs tremble slightly, the anticipation eating away at you as you breathe gently.

Eddie's hands stroke your cheeks, bending over your body to kiss the back of your neck. “Like I said before,” he speaks gently, “it's gonna feel kinda weird and a little uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it. From there…it's heaven, baby.”

You chuckle lightly. “You'd know all about that, huh?” you tease, glancing at Steve mischievously. He laughs with you, looking at Eddie behind you with a smug look.

Eddie snorts. “Please, you know Steve's a bigger bottom than me.”

You laugh again. “You're both bottoms. Even with me sometimes.”

He shrugs, amused and happy that you're happy. Lightly smacking your ass, he shakes his head. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Breathing in, you let out a long sigh and nod. “I'm ready.”

Eddie spreads another generous amount of lube over his cock, pumping himself a couple times before lining up with you. “Here goes nothing,” he mumbles.

Steve takes your face and pulls you in for another kiss. You grunt against his lips as you feel the head of Eddie's cock pushing against your hole, then pushing past to go deeper and deeper, slowly seating inside of you bit by bit as his hands hold you tightly by your hips.

The feeling is foreign, pushing deeper into you as you distract yourself with the feeling of Steve's tongue smoothing over your bottom lip.

But then, Eddie's hips meet your behind and the tension snaps.

Your lips slip off of Steve’s as you melt against him, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his chest on a long sigh. Steve chuckles lightly. “There ya go,” he hums, glancing up at Eddie, whose face is just as blissfully fazed as your own.

Eddie starts pulling out, still slow as he allows you to get used to the feeling before he’s pushing back in again after his long thrust. Pushing all the way back in, another sigh breaches your lips as the tiniest moan slips from you. Your limbs feel like jelly, and it’s so strange to you as you lay there with no strength in your body to sit back up, perfectly content to just lay against Steve.

“How are we doing?” Eddie questions, his voice strained as his own pleasure begins to tickle at his throat.

It takes a moment as you take a choppy breath in. “Bells,” you whimper in a slurred tone.

“Good girl,” he nods. He does that for a while, keeping it steady as the both of you get used to each other. Steve watches, his hardening cock almost painful as the two of you enjoy the other. Your moans start to grow as Eddie continues steadily rocking in and out of you.

After a moment, still stroking your cheek, Steve whispers to you. “You think you’re ready for me yet?”

Glancing up at him, you nod. The word slips out in the middle of a moan, “Bells.”

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head as his hand eases underneath you and slips between your thighs, his fingers teasing your folds, “You’re such a good girl.”

Normally, you’d thank him, but your lips are so slack from the pleasure that it’s hard to form the words. His thick fingers sink into you, pushing your lower lips apart in order to massage your tight pussy.”Jesus,” he mumbles under your breath. You’re so wet for him already, your arousal mixed with the lube has made you slick and slippery and perfect for him.

Steve lays back so he’s underneath you, his hands on your waist and his cock laying against his belly. He strokes himself in his hand a couple times before lining up with you. “You ready?” he asks, his voice gentle against your ears.

You nod. “Bells.”

He licks his bottom lip as he chuckles lightly. Eddie slows to a stop behind you, nodding at Steve before he’s pushing inside of you. A long groan slips from both your chests as Steve sheaths himself inside. The stretch, although stinging at first, is delightful as you rest your head on his chest.

You nod quickly, “Bells, bells.”

Steve begins his own slow rhythm at your consent, Eddie joining along as the two of you start a steady pace. You squeeze your eyes shut as your jaw hangs wide open. A curse falls from your lips, and you can’t help but to clench your fists in the pillow behind Steve’s head.

It feels so good. Much better than you thought it would. While you lay there, blissed out, the boys just keep stroking in and out of you with the pleasure building within themselves.Their rhythm builds, picking up a bit as they begin to chase the pleasure. You’re so tight, even tighter now with both of them stuffed inside of you like this. And you feel so full. You wonder briefly how you could’ve gone this long without feeling so full.

The drags of their cocks thrusting in and out of you is addictive, and you can hardly think past the feeling of them as the air you keep gasping for dries out your throat.

It’s when Eddie’s steady rhythm starts to build a little more than you’re ready for that your moans start to become whinier. You grip the sheets tight, burying your face in Steve’s neck as you try to calm yourself down before you freak out at the rougher pace Eddie’s adopted. It’s warm now, and you can feel it getting hotter and hotter.

Eddie grips your waist tight, rocking your hips slightly to meet his thrusts. You’ve just been squeezing around him so well, he needed to feel more of you as he felt himself building up, up, up–

“Mm-fuck. Eddie, puppets—puppets!”

As soon as the word falls from your lips, he eases up on you until his quickened thrusts have become slower, tempered thrusts in and out of you, his loud breath adjusted to fit the pace as well. “Sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says quickly, bending down so his chest presses to your back, his lips caressing the back of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

Steve’s own eyes have shot open as he slows to a complete stop, his hand coming back to your cheek to ease you down. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers to you as you lean into him some more. Then, looking at Eddie, he nods gently to reassure him, “You’re okay. She’s good. We’re good.”

You feel fuzzy, both their gentleness seeping into your bones and soothing your skin until your scorched nerves are merely little tingles throughout your body. You nod slowly, coming down from your slight panic as you focus on the gentler rock of Eddie’s hips.

“Are you good?” Eddie whispers into your ear, one of his hands stroking your sides to help soothe you some more. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop? If you want me to stop, we’ll stop. Talk to me, sweetheart.” He kisses your shoulder.

You shake your head, sighing gently and leaning back up against him. “I’m okay,” you whisper back. “Don’t stop, I’m good.”

You all take a moment, with your eyes closed and your breath steadying, with both their eyes on you and their breaths still to listen to yours. The tension eases from your brow, and your lips part to let out a gentle puff of air as the heat transforms back into bliss.

Steve’s hand strokes the side of your neck. “D’you want me to move, baby?”

You nod. “Yes, please.”

So Steve begins again, easing into you. Slow and steady, steady and slow. You ease into the pleasure again, focusing on both of them and the shaking in your limbs from the euphoria venturing your system.

Another moment passes, and you nod again. “Bells,” you sigh. “Both of you.”

And they comply, bringing their paces back up to a quicker but just as gentle movement. And as the moment eases, you’ve all returned to heaven. You squeeze around them both, unable to help yourself as you let your body succumb to the pleasure.

You moan as you lave lazy kisses along Steve’s collarbone. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you securely around him so you have no choice but to lean all of your weight on top of him. He welcomes in, finding comfort in the feeling of it.

Eddie keeps rocking into you with the same pace as Steve, careful not to lose himself again and hurt you. He’d die before he ever hurt you on purpose. Your moans mix with their own, hot and heavy and full of the same lust for the others.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good.”

Steve nods, tangling one of his hands in the hair at the back of your scalp as he holds you there, careful not to hurt you in any way. “Yeah? You like it?”

You nod lazily. “Mm-hm.”

He huffs at the way you flutter around him. “You wanna cum for us, babygirl?”

You nod again, quicker this time. “Please.”

One of Eddie’s hands lets you go in favor of finding your little clit, pulsing against his finger as he presses against it. You keen into his touch, your eyelids fluttering and your moan sigh turning into a whimpering moan. You curse again.

Steve’s eye clench shut and he leans his head back against the pillow. His pink lips part to let out a harsh sigh as he nods. “Just like that, Eddie. She’s fucking squeezin’ me.”

Eddie grunts, thrusting his hips forward and lingering deep within you for a moment. “Fuckin’ tell me about it.”

The pleasure sparks in your limbs, in your belly, behind your eyes as you moan into Steve’s neck. He leans his head forward to bury his face in the crook of your own neck, inhaling your scent and letting it cloud his brain.

A string of curses falls from your lips as the pleasure rises within you. It rises and rises and rises until you can’t hold it anymore. The tension snaps, crashing down on you like a tidal wave as you fall apart, closing your eyes and clenching every muscle in your body. You moan, loud, helpless, blinded by the euphoria that fills your body. Your thighs tremble and you flutter around them as you push them closer to their own releases.

Eddie’s the next to go, pulling out of you quickly as he takes his cock in his hands and pumps himself, fast and rough as his lips part. A loud moan spills from his lips as his cum spills on your back, groaning your name and a few “fuck, fuck, fuck”s. He throws his head back and announces his pleasure to the ceiling.

And, like clockwork, Steve follows, pulling all the way out and shouting his praise. “F-f-fuck, I love you.” His hips cant into you, seeking out the squeeze of your pussy when met with the cold of the air. He chokes when Eddie’s hand grips his cock and strokes, coating his palm in the rest of Steve’s cum.

As the pleasure wanes and the crashing waves become gentle laps on the shore, you fall limp atop Steve’s chest. You rest your head on him and let out a long sigh, your eyes lidded and your mind mush. You couldn’t be more satisfied.

Catching his breath, Eddie’s large hands smooth against your ass and up your sides, feeling you and kneading your flesh to work out any kinks you may have acquired.

And he’s the one to clean you up as he nearly limps to the tiny bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean the three of you up with. He takes extra care of wiping his sticky release from your back, bending down and kissing your shoulder as he does.

And, once you’re clean, he collapses on the bed next to you and Steve, throwing his arms lazily over your back and burying his face in his pillow. You don’t think he can breathe.

Steve’s hand strokes your back in slow, gentle circles as his other works through Eddie’s tangled hair. Both of you are jelly against him, weak and honestly pathetic.

“Fuck,” you manage to whisper, though your vocal chords fight you and your brain complains at the unnecessary sound.

Eddie hums, lifting his head to tilt to the side so he can finally breathe. Steve, still stroking you, smiles and says, “You think that’s something you wanna do again?”

“Are you kidding?” you huff, your words heavy and slurred in your mouth. “We can never do it any other way again.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing in his chest and rumbling against you. Eddie joins him, lifting an arm to lay his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp with the very tips of his fingers. Your eyes flutter closed, unable to fight the relaxation it pulls from you. You’re limp and pliant, and he’s content in watching the softness in your face.

Steve sighs before tapping your side lightly. “Okay. My turn,” he says, easing you off of him as he sits up. Your eyes follow him lazily, your brows pulled together in question. He can’t possibly think you have the energy for another go… He can’t possibly have the energy for another go.

Eddie turns onto his back, just as confused. “Your turn for what?” he asks, almost daring him to suggest another round.

Instead, Steve rounds the bed and pulls the covers from under both your bodies. He bends down quickly and kisses both your lips, even as you continue to give him your questioning looks. Getting back in, he lays down and rests his head on Eddie’s chest, letting out a loud and long sigh as he relaxes against him, closing his eyes.

You giggle, taking the other side as you nestle into the crook of Eddie’s neck. He laughs, trying to keep it light as he tangles his fingers in Steve’s hair and massages his scalp gently. You see him go limp, the tension leaving his body as he almost immediately falls asleep, as though Eddie had shut him off.

You stroke Steve’s cheek with your thumb, as he had done to you. Eddie’s hand strokes your side. Just like that, you feel the pull of sleep beginning to take you as well. You can barely hold your eyes open as you’re mumbling a tiny “love you” to Eddie and an unconscious Steve.

Eddie smiles, kissing your forehead. “Love you, too.”

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Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E5

MINORS DNI 18+

KRAYT HOUSE M.LIST | NAVI | INBOX | @KRAYTHOUSE

“What do you think he’d say? If he saw us together?”

“Why the fuck are you bringing him up? I don’t wanna think about him right now!” you whine, your hole eagerly slurping up your brother’s best friend, Anakin. “Fuck, I always knew you had a big cock.” you exhale, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucks harder at the comment.

“Yeah? You fucking would with how much staring you do.” he taunts, big hand clapping onto your shoulder to bend you further over your bed as he stands behind you. “Didn’t matter what I came around in, you kept giving my cock fuck-me eyes.”

“You were always hard!” you keen, and he snaps his hips against yours, slapping skin on skin. Your ass must be red from the impact.

“’Cause you’d follow me around in your little skirts,” he muses through his heaves, flexing his abdomen as he propels himself into you. His storming eyes explore the way your ass looks with your skirt bunched up around your waist. “Asking what I was doing, if I had a girlfriend. Acting fucking clueless.”

You cry out as he re-angles his hips, his splayed hand sliding down your back to shove your cheek into your mattress.

“Shut up.” he hisses, but he refuses to slow his roll, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Your brother’s asleep. You wanna get caught?” Anakin had crashed here, and waited until your brother was out cold to sneak up to your room. “Your parents have already been looking for a way to get rid of me. This’ll ban me from the household. You don’t wanna make a habit of fucking in my car, do you?” At the imagery of riding Ani in his shitty car has you rocking back onto his shaft, fucking yourself on him.

There’s no way that anyone who’d lend an ear to the debauchery occurring in this room wouldn’t know exactly what’s going on. Does he actually care or is he just using it to get you wet? You have no idea, but it’s working. Soak dripping down your thighs.

“Would suck if this’s the only time we get to do this,” he moans, large hands re-centering on the fat of your thighs, yanking you back into him. “Better make it count, right?” You can’t even respond, biting down onto your covers to gag yourself. “Been waiting to get inside this body since you sent me those stupid pictures on Snap. S’pathetic, how desperate you were.” His nails dig into your flesh, and you whimper. Every time pulls out, you feel so fucking empty, begging for the next second that he sheathes fully. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you raw. Sure hope you’ve got a Plan B lying around.”

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multiqts · 2 years ago

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His Games | S.B

Pairing: Sub!sirius x gn!reader

Warnings: Explicit themes, dom/sub themes, smut, dom!reader, sub!sirius, (brief) brat!sirius, reader is called miss, teasing, rough play, ambiguous genitalia, anal sex, after care implied but not mentioned

Word Count: 420(lol)

A/N: I promised to fill this ask a while ago and completely forgot. I realize I took some of my own creative liberties but,,, sorry it's another short one today.

Description: Sirius tries to dom you. You shut that down QUICK. Minor pnp tbh...

Warning NSFW !!

It all started this morning when sirius woke up particularly bold. You were woken up to a half-awake sirius clinging onto your body. He was whispering dangerously close to your ear. "y/nnnn come on..." You turned your head and his face was less than an inch away from yours. You opened your eyes and his lips were already on yours. He snuck breathy pleas in between his kisses, "Please, so needy, want it now." You smiled at how he begged. He was just too cute sometimes. "What if we wait till after breakfast huh?" Sirius shook his head. "Now. need it now." He looked up at you with pleading eyes. Who could say no to that face?

Now, You had a ferocious grip on Sirius' hips that was sure to leave a mark on his skin. He ground his hips with a smirk on his face.

"You like that y/n? You like your toy being on top?" He moaned. His long black hair fell over his face as he looked back down at you.

He took your hands off of his hips and pinned them above your head.

"No touching." A shit-eating grin was plastered clearly across his face. He took satisfaction in repeating the phrase you so often used against him. You were not having any of this so, you thrust up into him roughly. His whole body jerks and his grip loosens on your wrists. So your hands return to his hips and you pick up your pace. Using all your core strength to fuck him mercilessly. "Mmm- not- ah- fair!" Sirius whines and his hands meet yours at the crook of his hips.

"You wanted to play Sirius. Someone has to put you in your place." You laughed as Sirius cried and pleaded for you to go slower. His pleas were so obviously empty though as he ground against every one of your thrusts.

"Nnghh, miss please so close!" His legs shook as you switched positions. You plopped Sirius on the mattress and filled him even deeper. His thoughts of challenging you soon melted away as he clung to you. "Can I cum? Please?" He sobbed.

You smiled devilishly. "I think you can wait a little longer baby. After that stunt you pulled, I shouldn't even let you cum." His eyes rolled back and he trembled harder. All he had left in him were tears and 'please's. You finally took pity on him and let him cum all over his weak tummy.

goodnight, taglist: @uwiuwi@i-cant-stfu@coffee-styles :

#💌; wishline.txt #sub!sirius #sub!sirius black #dom!reader #gn!reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black smut #marauders smut #sirius black fluff

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kritzelpixel · 1 year ago

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Oh nuuu... Furry is a rabbit hole. Q_Q I drew our pnp characters as anthro characters and now I can't stop :X

I used MANY references, this is just a study. Anthro is new for me. But well... I guess this will be a new style for my portfolio.

And the Orni from Zelda are also such an inspiration.... T_T BRAIN PLS I DONT HAVE TIME FOR ANOTHER HYPERFOCUS!!!

#art #illustration #artwork #csp #clip studio paint #kritzelpixel #sketch #art study #artists on tumblr #pnp character #furry #furry oc #anthro art #anthro #furry art #gay pride

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ae-neon · 1 month ago

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Wait, i miss the last part of your answer to my ask. WHAT FIC I WANNA SEE IT, i hope you can share with us soon.

Love,

Anon 💕

I'm gonna be busy for a few days but hopefully after that I'll have time to work on it

SIGH, I was procrastinating my Neris pride and prejudice fic which was a distraction from my rhysta mafia thing because I wanted to get more into the source material (my only knowledge of PnP before this was the 2005 movie 😕)

Anyways I ended up fixating on a witch Nesta X faerie Lucien idea that I think would be cute and it's modern so it's a refreshing break from trying to twist my English to match a regency vibe

Hopefully I'll be able to post more after these next two weeks of hecticness

#anon asks #anon is adorable

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jiamour · 2 years ago

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💿 now playing: pushin’ n pullin’

povs: 💗-yn, 🖤-js, 💛-rj, 💙-jn, 🧡-mk, 💜-dh, ❤️-jm, 💚-cl

TRACK 30: aita

guitarist!jisung x reader

a/n: been beating myself for updating this so slowly as if it isn’t triple the length of my usual aus :’)

a/n: the next 3 parts are written so they’re going to take me forever

album tracklist

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

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roseyuri · 6 months ago

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haerin and pnp!yn is def an okokokokok x lalalalala friendship 😭❤️ i love me some yapper friend x listener friendship omg

OMGGGGG they so are

#pnp!yn #they’re so cute

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postsofbabel · 9 months ago

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freetheshit-outofyou · 1 year ago

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Two people have died after a motorist fired shots during a protest against a disputed mining contract in Panama on Tuesday, 7 November. Panama's national police said they apprehended an adult allegedly linked to an incident in Chame District where two people died. State prosecutors said in an X/Twitter post that one person had been arrested in connection with the deaths. Demonstrators were protesting after the government fast-tracked a contract to allow a Canadian mining company to restart an open-pit copper mine surrounded by rainforest for the next 20 years. I worked in to PNP stations, that old guy is done.

#panama #Youtube

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melancholia-ennui · 2 years ago

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Some thoughts on PF2e

Context: I played PF2e for ~2 years in two campaigns. Concurrently, I have been playing 5e since release, including running a 4yr continuous campaign from lv 1-20. I have a little experience of 3/3.5e from the NWN games, but never PNP, and I've dabbled in short campaigns in a few other systems, including Cypher and a system a friend was designing.

So, with everything going on (*gestures at WotC burning every last shred of good will they ever garnered from the community*), a lot of people are currently looking for a new TTRPG system to pick up. A fairly common piece of advice that I hear is "if you want something like D&D, try Pathfinder". While this statement makes sense in the grand scheme of all TTRPGs ever, and both systems trace something of their genetic heritage to the same original system (3e), it over looks the fact that the play feel and play style of these games are actually quite different, and I worry that it is setting some people up for disappointment if they don't understand the differences between these systems before going in.

So here's a little primer on the vibes key differences between these games, to help you gauge whether PF is actually the right choice for you if you're coming from 5e.

Disclaimer: I'll only be talking about PF2e here, as I haven't played the original PF - however, based on everything I've heard and read about it, many if not all of these points will apply equally to PF1e.

I've divided this discussion into sections so you can jump straight to the part of the game that most interests you. More could certainly be said on each of these points - my goal here is not to give a perfect understanding of the nuances of the game, but rather an overall "vibe" so you can gauge whether it's likely to be worth your time. If you're still on the fence about it after reading this, give it a try and see for yourself how it stacks up!

Overall

A Rule For Everything. Where 5e is often quite hand-waivy in the details of what you can and can't do, leaving a large part up to a mixture of GM discretion and interpretation, PF2e has a specific rule for most actions you would want to take in most circumstances. Pros: this results in fewer "falling through the cracks" moments where it's unclear how you should rule a particular action (in particular, you're not going to see the frequently botched "is an ability check an action, bonus action, or free" you get at many tables in 5e); good for supporting newer GMs who haven't developed the judgement need to make rule callings well in a rules-lighter system like 5e. Cons: offers less flexibility and GM freedom; I found that often questions which would be answered with "sure, give me a X check" in 5e were answered with "you don't have enough actions" or "you don't have the right feat" in PF2e; and if you've got a rules lawyer at your table, you need to expect a lot more rules-lawyering.

Finely Balanced. We all know that 5e is a little bawked - PF2e, by contrast, is a ruthlessly well-balanced system. While I'm sure experienced players have found ways to break it, I found that even extreme builds rarely feel outside of a narrow scope of variation. Those used to playing martials will especially notice the difference, as casters are much more closely pegged to martial progression than the "casters are better at everything" state of 5e. Pros: Very difficult to break the game; GM is very unlikely to be surprised by player capabilities; martials are much less overshadowed by caster. Cons: While it's hard to make a broken character, it's easy to make a bad one that lags behind more experienced players; can feel more "samey" (see discussion on Spellcasting below for more details); progression often feels slow, and it lacked the "oh shit I can do that now?!?" moments I've often had with 5e characters.

No Bounded Accuracy. What little balance 5e has is based around the system of Bounded Accuracy, which sets DCs at any level as falling between 5 and 30, on the assumption that 5 is the lowest roll you can make with proficiency and a positive ability score, discarding 1s, while 30 is the highest roll you can make with proficiency and a maximum ability score, except for 20s. PF2e has no such system. Instead of absolute values, PF2e has a sliding range of expected results that increases more or less linearly. As such, monsters and traps that are even a couple of levels higher than the party can become overwhelming rather than just difficult, and monsters much higher level than the party are untouchable. Pros: Can feel more realistic (as incredibly powerful dragon can't be taken down by a lucky commoner); numbers get satisfyingly big. Cons: Can feel less heroic (a commoner can't even touch a powerful dragon, no matter how lucky); much more subject to GM error and harder to adjust for "on the fly"; progress can feel slow with few "omg I can do that now?!?" moments (see Character Progression below).

Crunch. PF2e doesn't have the advantage/disadvantage mechanic, it has four levels of proficiency with different attached bonuses, many bonuses also use your level as a factor, floating modifiers don't abound like they did in 3e but are certainly more prevalent than they are in 5e, and in addition to all of that every DC needs to consider the +10 critical hit and -10 critical fail levels as well as the DC itself. You will be doing a lot more maths in PF2e than in 5e, on a turn-by-turn and level-by-level basis. Pros: Allows for a fairly high level of complexity, especially when it comes to how effects combine to give you bonuses to various attacks, saves and checks. Cons: If you find doing calculations slows play too much, well, this system has a lot more maths than 5e.

Character Creation and Progression

PF2e character creation and progression allow a great deal of customisation, creating a lot of diversity between characters.

To take just one example: where 5e has the single choice of a race/species/lineage, PF2e has several choices - your choice as first level is split between an Ancestry (broad categories like Elf, Human, Dwarf) and Heritage (kind-of like 5e subraces, but including the tiefling-type options, so you can play an Elf Tiefling, for example), and both choices give you access to a pool of Ancestry Feats that you acquire throughout your character development. While 5e races often feel more impactful from the get-go (especially when we consider races which have spellcasting or very powerful racial abilities such as Trance or Fury of the Small out the gate), PF2e ancestry and heritage choice well continue to affect you character till level 17, gaining increasingly powerful abilities as you go.

On the flip side of this, within the bounds of the tightly balanced mechanics of PF2e, the scope of "what a class feature/feat/magic item can be/do" is quite narrow. A significant number of your class progression features, feats, and even magic items you receive will be focused exclusively on keeping your numbers at the level of big they're supposed to be. This can be quite a culture shock from 5e where, unless you choose to take an ASI, you will more or less never have an entire level where the only advancement your character gets is "number get bigger".

I found this most frustrating when it came to magic items. In 5e, the bulk of magic items (especially in the earlier books) focus on expanding options with new ways of interacting with challenges (think the immovable rod or deck of illusions), with relatively few that focus on simple numerical increases (pretty much exclusively weapon +X and shield/armour +X). Importantly, because the few +X items go above and beyond the scope of bounded accuracy, getting one of these items always feels like the game is being rigged in your favour, so even these relatively bland options still come with a certain power trip and excitement. By contrast, in PF2e, players are expected to have certain magic items by certain levels - in fact, the system is balanced around this fact, so tightly that there even an optional rule to skip the items altogether and just make their bonuses part of your level up progression. As a result, at least in my experience, magic items becomes much more mundane - getting a new item feels less like a huge break and more like a necessary and expected part of your progression.

Further, because many feats have requirements of other feats or particular levels proficiency, PF2e follows 3e in that you need to plan your character more or less in full, as you'll often need to take particular feats or proficiencies several levels in advance if you want to pick up a particular later feat. This is in contrast to 5e, where planning a character is generally not required unless you are very committed to optimization - very few parts of 5e have any kind of prerequisites, and so you can generally pick up a particular feat or spell as soon as you hit the level it becomes available, without much forethought. For my part, I prefer 5e in this regard, as I like being able to adjust my character direction on the fly in response to events in the story, but while playing PF2e I found those possibilities were often gated behind earlier feat choices and whether or not I would be able to make those sudden changes in direction became very dependent on GM leniency over the retaining rules.

Lastly, although there are a lot of choices on the table, not all of those choices are equal, and PF2e has a bit of an issue with "illusion of choice" - cases where either both options are fundamentally the same (differing only in flavour or minor details), or else where one option is simply just better than another. For example, although in theory both Monk and Cleric have a couple of directions you can take them, I've been told that in both cases there's one or a couple of builds that are so head and shoulders above the others that choosing the other(s) becomes effectively playing with a handicap.

Combat

Where 5e uses the action/bonus action/reaction/movement action economy, PF2e has a three action economy: every turn, you have three actions, and most things you do use 1-3 actions, including moving, attacking, making checks, and interacting with objects.

In its defense, the three-action economy introduces a lot of opportunity costs that make combat feel tactical in a way that 5e often fails to be, and the restricted distribution on opportunity attacks (you have to have a feat, so not every creature and monster gets them) allows a lot more battlefield manouverability than some systems.

Unfortunately, it also has some issues. Firstly, due to the way the numbers work out, despite in theory having lots of options in combat, in practice there's often a single mathematically best option, which results in very linear and repetitious combat. (For a breakdown of the maths behind this illusion of choice phenomenon and comparison to 5e, see this video by Taking20.)

Secondly, because movement uses the same action economy as everything else, choosing to move always means not choosing to do something more impactful, like attacking, casting a spell, or even just raising your shield. This contributes to the problem of illusion of choice in the system, but it also has a problem all it's own: it makes fights incredibly static. In my experience at least, PF2e fights typically involve moving to a good position on your first turn and then repeatedly attacking or casting spells from that one spot until you're forced to move by a moving enemy or your target dying. By contrast, if you've got a DM who plays with cover and you're using the flanking optional rule, I rarely find reason not to move around for every possible advantage every turn in 5e. Similarly, where "can I leap off the balcony, swing on the chandelier, and attack the troll from above" is a very doable thing in 5e, you're likely making one attack max and not getting any of your ability benefits if you do that in PF2e - and that's if you're allowed to do it at all!

Now this final point is pure ~vibes~ - I haven't run the maths on it at all so it's entirely possible I'm just wrong here - but at least in my groups it felt like PF2e combat also lasted significantly longer. Most 5e combats are over in around 3 turns - but it at least felt like many of the PF2e fights I was in went to turn six or seven at least. This is good if you really enjoy Pathfinder combat, but as I say I found it less dynamic and even at times less tactical than 5e combat so it really felt like it started to drag in most cases, something I only really find in 5e when playing with new or inexperienced DMs.

Spellcasting

Now I'm a sucker for magic characters, and PF2e certainly has those.

As I noted above, PF2e spellcasting excels in its balance - it's pretty well pegged to the martial progression, so spells feel powerful but not so powerful they outshine the martials.

Mechanically, PF2e has a strong distinction between prepared and spontaneous spellcasting, with particular implications for upcasting. If you're a prepared caster (wizard, witch, etc.), you prepare spells each day for particular spell slots (this will be familiar for those who played 3e) - for example, if your Wizard knows fireball and enthrall and has two 3rd level spell slots, you can prepare two fireballs, two uses of enthrall, or one of each, but outside of certain class features once you've made the choice for the day it's set until you next rest (no swapping to a more niche spell when the moment comes for it!). Prepared casters learn each spell once, and can prepare it in any spell of it's level or higher. For spontaneous casters (e.g. sorcerer), you do not prepare spells each day, but instead you have a repertoire of spells you can cast, and you can assign spell slots when you cast the spell. However, you must learn each spell at each level you intend to cast it - you don't only need to know the spell to cast it, you must know it at the correct level, meaning valuable upcast spells may need to take up several slots among the few spells you learn.

This style of spellcasting requires a lot more forethought, and in this regard it arguably really centers the resource management aspect of playing a spellcaster.

However, in my experience at least, it feels very limiting after playing with the freedom of 5e spellcasting, and I often found myself preparing the same handful of generally useful spells every adventuring day.

Additionally, and this may in part be a problem of me just not having the time to look through the full spell list but it does fit with the wider design principles of PF2e, I found a general lack of spells that horizontally open up entire new modes of interacting with the world. Where 5e has spells like thaumaturgy, minor illusion, and command right out the gate, I found very few spells of this kind across the levels in PF2e, and those that did exist were always very carefully circumscribed with little room for originality in their use. On the upside, this is an excellent hedge against the classic 5e problem of overly cunning players with an under-prepared DM creating something game-warpingly broken with a low level spell slot, but I also felt I really missed the creative feeling of playing at the edges of barely defined magical effects and seeing what I could achieve with that.

As a final point in this section, where Scrolls are a pleasant but often rare part of a 5e caster's life, they are a core part of PF2e casters, so much so that - say it with me now - the system is balanced around the assumption you will have plenty available. (If you ever wonder why PF2e casters have fewer spell slots more or less across the board, this is part of the reason why.) If you are playing a caster in PF2e, buy and use scrolls often!

Exploration & Social Interaction

Without using third party expansions, 5e doesn't have either a proper exploration subsystem or a proper social interaction subsystem, which means your experience of these two pillars of play will vary wildly dependent on the DM at your table and how much (or little) they actually bothered to read the relevant sections of the DMG and supplementary materials.

By contrast, PF2e has developed subsystems for both - several, in fact, with the Influence, Reputation, and Leadership subsystems providing ways of navigating different scales of social encounter, and Hexploration and the exploration mode mechanics providing tools for exploration.

Of these, I've played in games using the Influence subsystem and the Hexploration subsystem, as well as exploration that draws more casually on exploration modes and various obstacles and dangers. I'll deal with each of the subsystems in turn, before giving an overview of how this approach differs from 5e.

Influence. This subsystem focused on tracking social encounters in a series of rounds, as party members uncovered the particular interests and weaknesses of their interlocutor and used those discoveries to help push through their persuasion. Cards on the table, I absolutely hated this system, as did our whole group, and we dropped it after a single session. I found it incredibly slow and clunky, with the constant die rolls and abstractions to the level of mechanics killing any possibility for meaningful RP. That said, I can also see the appeal for those who dislike the more structure-less or improv-style approach often taken in 5e games, and there are definitely aspects of the system I like enough to adapt to other uses (particularly keeping track of what topics or approaches will be especially effective for persuading a particular creature, and conversely which ones will likely cause it to close off).

Hexploration. This system involved moving around a hexagonal map in various steps, revealing the map as you went. I have fairly mixed feelings about this one. On the one hand, it was initially quite thrilling to have that "discovery" experience and watch the map slowly unfold. On the other hand, I quickly found it got slow and began to drag, as it became clear how many hexes we would need to traverse to discover as much of the map as we could.

The more casual form of exploration was closer to how I'm used to seeing it done in 5e, though with slightly better defined actions to be taken while traveling, which was welcome - although we often found everyone using the same handful (someone repeat casting detect magic, someone Scouting ahead to help with initiative, and most of the rest of the party Stealthing).

One thing that must be said is that all these subsystems are optional, and so if you don't like the rules of some particular system you can simply opt not to use it - although do take note of which feats players have selected, as some so specifically interact with particular systems. However, given PF2e lacks the bounded accuracy system, setting appropriate DCs for a given level requires at least checking a table, which is more work than the constant 5/10/15/20 baseline available in 5e. Additionally, 5e players should be prepared for the fact that many social or exploration things you might expect to just be able to do with some appropriate check are actually gatekept behind feats which you'll need to pick up over the course of your character progression if you want to do those things.

All told, the plethora of subsystems in PF2e will be very appealing to anyone frustrated by the lack of good rules for social interaction and exploration in 5e, though dependent on your play style you may find the more strictly regulated approach to these traditionally more hand-waivy and cinematic parts of play to be a bit stifling.

Conclusions

Everything I've said here is just my opinion, based on my own experience of the tables I've played at. That said, from everything I've heard being part of both communities, most of these generalisations hold up across the board.

I hope that I've managed to convince you that PF2e is not just a simple replacement for 5e - because if you went in with that expectation, it's definitely not what you'll find. That said, I still have a soft spot for many aspects of the PF2e system, and I hope that if you've seen something in here that's peaked your interest you'll be willing to give it a shot. (As an added sweetener to the pot, all the content for PF2e is available free online at the Archive of Nethys, so you don't even need to buy a single book to give it a try - WotC could never!)

On balance, I would say you're likely to really enjoy PF2e if:

You want a crunchy system with a rule for every possible action

You liked 3e/3.5e but wish there was something like it that was more streamlined without being "dumbed down" like 5e

You care a lot about balance and equality between different characters

You like planning your characters in advance

You like a lot of options, even if those options may be less impactful individually

You dislike the lack of subsystems in 5e

You dislike the chaos created by rules-vague spells and items in 5e

You like when number get bigger

However, while you might still get something good out of giving PF2e a try, you're much less likely to love it to bits if you:

Already find 5e too mathsy, crunchy, or complicated

Don't like memorising lots of particular details

Find items, feats and abilities that just increase your numbers a little dull

Enjoy flashy, cinematic magic even if it's unbalanced

Like making lots of your own homebrew and other to design it in a flexible system with a lot of give for over- or underpowered additions.

Are happy with fewer options but like every option you choose to feel like it has an immediate impact

Prefer gameplay that develops horizontally (more options) rather than vertically (better at doing what you can already do)

Prefer vague and poorly-defined magic for its creative potential

Hate rules-lawyering

If you're still on the fence, my best advice would be to just give it a shot - and if you find (like I did) that it's not really for you, then you can always just take the bits of it you do like and use them in other systems. Because that, really, is the joy of TTRPGs at the end of the day - we all get to create our own games, according to what we and our tables find fun!

Edit because apparently I somehow posted the wrong version of this and it was missing the tail end of the conclusion lol

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