so, we all suffered through ao3âs recent downtime:
so i got curious, because i was bookmarking things when the site went down and wouldnât it be funny if i was the one who broke it lmao (đno it wasnât me but i helped)
https://archiveofourown.org/bookmarks/2147483647 is this
absolutely iconic 10/10 no notes good job team đ
Summary: Joel doesn't appreciate you coming into his tattoo parlor with an attitude, and so he shows you a lesson
Warnings: mature themes, explicit content, pure raw smut and filth, unprotected sex, spanking, oral female receiving, fingering, major edging, rough sex, dominant Joel, submissive reader
A/N: hi my horny readers! If you liked this one feel free to comment and reblog so that others can read it as all! That would be so greatly appreciated! If you wish to be added to my tag list let me know and Iâll be more than happy to add you! Thanks everyone! XOXO
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"Let me hear it," he said, a bit rougher now, his voice dipping. "Tell me what you want."
"Touch me," you whispered. "Please, Joel..."
"Oh, you're saying please now?" His grin widened, and one tattooed hand slid down, slipping between your legs, just the outside of your panties, cruel and slow. "That pretty little mouth didn't have manners when you walked in here demanding ink with that bratty attitude."
His thumb pressed in gently, then circled. Just once. It was humiliating how fast you reacted the way your hips jerked, breath caught, a whimper crawling up your throat.
"Fuck," he murmured, voice soft with dark amusement. "You're drenched. You get wet from the pain, or was it me telling you to take your panties off before I even started?"
A whimper slipped out.
"You liked that," Joel whispered, his lips brushing your ear now, his fingers still teasing but never enough. "Liked sitting on my table with your pussy bare while I inked you. Like a good little canvas. Mine to mark. Mine to ruin."
"I'm going to comeâpleaseâ" you gasped.
"No, you're not." His voice turned sharp, commanding, and he pulled his hand away. You almost cried.
He stood and stepped back, licking his fingers with slow, deliberate hunger. "Mm. Sweet," he muttered. "But you don't get to come just for squirming like a slut in my chair. You're gonna earn it."
Joel grabbed your waist, spun me effortlessly around on the table, until you were bent forward, your cheek against the padded surface, ass bare for him.
"Look at this," he growled, running both hands over your thighs, then gripping your ass. "You've been teasing me since you walked in. All that sass, all that bratty eye-rolling and now look at you. Bent over, dripping for me. Just how I like you."
You gasped as he pulled your panties down to your knees, and gave you a sharp smack that echoed off the walls.
Then another. Harder. Then he soothed the sting with slow, gentle kisses, his mouth warm against your skin, tongue dragging low as he licked down closer.
"Joel," you whimpered. "Please..."
His laugh was low, wicked. "So needy. You want my mouth, baby?"
"YesâGod, yesâ"
He didn't make you beg anymore. His tongue slid between your folds like he was starving. Messy, sloppy, loud. He sucked your clit into his mouth and moaned, the vibrations shooting straight through you.
"Fuck, you taste even better when you're desperate." Your body arched off the table, hips twitching, thighs trembling. You were already close, the burn building fast, and he knew it. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place.
"You're not coming," he warned, mouth wet against you. "Not yet."
"Joelâ!" He pulled back, let you feel the loss, let you whine for it, then spanked you again, his handprint burning into your skin.
"You'll come when I say you come. Now turn around." You did, dizzy, aching, half-numb from how badly you needed it.
Joel unbuckled his belt with slow, deliberate movements, watching you the whole time. "You want cock?" he asked, smirking. "Or you want more tongue? Be honest."
Your voice cracked as you answered. "Both."
His laugh was pure sin. "Greedy girl."
He fisted his cock, thick and glistening, and walked back toward you.
"Then here's what we're gonna do," he said, pushing you flat onto your back, lining himself up right at your entrance but not pushing in. "You're going to take every inch of me like a good little toy. No running. No squirming. You come when I say. And if you come before that?"
He leaned down and bit your neck, then whispered, "I'll edge you until sunrise." He didn't slide in. Not yet. Joel hovered at your entrance, the tip of his cock just nudging where you were dripping for him, teasing, cruel, keeping you in that torturous limbo where you could feel how ready he was, but he wouldn't move.
"Feel that?" he murmured, voice low, sinful. "That pressure right there? That's how close I am to fucking you stupid, baby. But you haven't earned it yet."
You whimpered, arching your hips a bit. "Please please, I need itâ"
His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, but firm just enough to keep you still, just enough to make your heart pound harder.
"No," Joel growled, cock sliding up your slit in a slow, maddening drag. "You think you need it. But what you really need is a lesson in patience."
You whimpered again, louder this time. Your whole body was a live wire, tension coiled tight in your belly, your clit pulsing, everything soaked. He hadn't even fucked you yet and you were already on the edge.
"God, look at you," he whispered, voice thick with hunger. "You're soaked. You gonna come just from my cock rubbing against you?"
He did it again, slid the thick head of it up and down your folds, catching on your clit with a sharp, electric drag. You cried out, hips jolting, thighs trembling. Your body didn't know what to do, whether to move away or closer, whether to scream or beg.
"I should make you come like this," he said. "Just like this. Rubbing my cock against your pussy like I own it. Not even letting you have it. You'd come for me, wouldn't you?"
You nodded, breathless. Listening to every word like a song.
"Oh, I know you would. You're such a desperate little thing now, aren't you?" He leaned down again, mouth right against your ear. "All those smartass comments earlier. All that attitude. And now look at you. On your back, begging for my cock like a good little toy. Say it. Say you're my toy."
"I'm your toy," you whispered.
Joel grinned, kissed the side of your neck.
"Damn right you are." Then he dropped back down between your legs, spreading them wider with his big hands, licking his lips like he was about to devour a meal. "I'm not done playing with this pussy yet."
And before you could protest, he buried his face between your thighs again.
His tongue moved in quick, relentless circles around your clit, then down to fuck into you with wet, obscene sounds that echoed off the shop walls. You cried out, fists clenching the edge of the table, toes curling as your body spiraled fast toward the edge again.
His mouth was ravenous, his moans rumbling into you like he loved eating you, like it was his favorite thing in the world. His hands gripped your thighs so tight they'd bruise, keeping you open, exposed, twitching beneath his mouth.
"Fuck, Joelâplease, I'm gonnaâ"
"Don't you dare." He growled the words against your clit, pulling back just before you tipped over. You sobbed, high-pitched and needy, your body on fire from the denial.
"You're so goddamn close," he murmured, watching you fall apart. "I can feel how hard you were clenching. You wanna come so bad, huh?"
You nodded furiously, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"Beg for it."
"Pleaseâplease, JoelâI need itâI can't take itâ"
"Oh, I know you can take it," he said darkly. "You're gonna take everything I give you, baby. My tongue, my cock, my hands, every fucking edge I drag you through. Because you like being ruined by me. Don't you?"
"Yesâfuckâyes," you gasped.
He grinned. "Good girl."
Then he finally slid two fingers deep into you. Curling, slow, thick. His thumb found your clit and began circling hard and fast, and his mouth was back again, sucking, licking, filthy and frantic.
You screamed. Your thighs clamped around his head, and your body begged to come, trembling, shaking, about toâ
He stopped. Pulled out. Sat back with a devilish look on his face. Loving how more and more desperate you were becoming.
"No!" You cried out, writhing on the table, empty, throbbing. "Please Joelâ!"
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his beard glistening with you, eyes dark and amused.
"Look at you," he murmured, fisting his cock slowly while he watched you fall apart. "Shaking. Crying. And I haven't even fucked you yet."
Then he grabbed your legs, pulled you roughly to the edge of the table.
"Spread wide," he ordered. "Hands on your thighs. Hold them open. I want you to feel how ruined I've made this pussy."
You quickly obeyed, trembling, breath ragged, your own slick smeared everywhere. He ran his cock along your folds again, up and down, torturing you. Then finally he pushed in. Inch by inch. Thick. Hot. Deep.
You both groaned at how deliciously tight you were.
"You feel that?" Joel grunted. "That stretch? That's what happens when you tease me all fucking day. I take my time with you."
He rocked into you once, slow and deep. You cried out again, clenching, already too close, too sensitive. And Joel knew it.
"That tight little pussy's gonna come the second I say the word, huh?"
"Yes Joel, I need to please.â He picked up the pace. Harder. Deep. Hitting that spot with precision every time, his hand back at your throat, just enough pressure to keep you right there completely helpless, needy, his.
"You gonna come all over my cock like a good little thing?"
"Please, yesâpleaseâlet meâ"
"Then do it," he growled. "Come for me. Right fucking now."
And you did. Hard. Your whole body arched, back bowed, a scream torn from your throat as the orgasm ripped through like lightning as you started shaking, gasping, sobbing with the sheer force of it.
Joel didn't stop. He kept fucking you through it, rougher now, his name a chant on your lips as wave after wave hit you, and all you could do was take it.
"Good fucking girl," he groaned. "So goddamn perfect like this. Look at you, taking it like I knew you would. You were made for this."
And when he came, it was with a deep, broken growl, holding you down, cock buried to the hilt, his warmth spilling inside you as he bit your shoulder and muttered, "Mine."
I'm only saying this for your sake, but objectively, it's not a smart idea to bring politics into normal hobbies. You might lose supporters of your blog just because of your political stance, and that would be terrible since you're so amazing!! It's only a suggestion, but I really reccomend not bringing politics into anything.
Making homemade Pandebono a few nights ago has me really missing my family in Barranquilla - and MrBono (If ykyk)
This brings me to my question - have you guys ever had Pandebono or heard of MrBono?
It also makes me wonder what Pedro and the Narcos cast got from MrBono when filming Narcos. oops. Feel free to discuss below!
also lowkey this is just me trying to connect with my fellow colombian/ other latinx-americans in the fandom . Even if you're not, you're welcome to discuss. Pandebono is for everyone! k bye
