#randywrites

[duketectivecomics]

‘Jason was Duke’s robin’ ‘tim was dukes robin’ YOURE ALL FOOLS

Steph as dukes most formative robin is RIGHT THERE

[dyketectivecomics]

@newtonnote OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT-

100% reading into things, I absolutely believe that THIS moment from YJ #6:

Was when Cassie started Respecting her. And THIS MOMENT:

Was when she Fell 👏 and yea the rest of that page kinda makes me go back n forth (mentions of mutual jealousy make it kinda murky if there’s underlying Feelings™️ that may have come even before this moment) but being able to Point at such an iconic moment just!!!! I’m gonna live in my fantasy that it wasn’t just the start of their friendship okay LET ME HAVE IT

As for Cissie then potentially falling harder well… I don’t think we need to look further than the very next issue for some evidence there 👀

I REST MY CASE. NO FURTHER QUESTIONS UR HONOR

[dandyxrandy]

Reassurance

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader Rating: Mature Length: 1,700 Warnings: Self-Deprication, Weight Shaming, Plus-Size/Heavy set Reader, Sexual Situations (if you squint) Summary: Reader is having a hard time with their weight and vents to Pedro about it, who is incredibly supportive. Part 2 will have spicy bits.

Part 1  -  Part 2

    It had been a long day that had ended on a more sour note than you expected. You and Pedro had spent the day out around the city and finished with lounging out at the pool, where you found yourself slipping into a self-deprecating mood when a group of young ladies came and shared the water with you both. They were skinny, pretty, young, and the epitome of what society said a woman should be and it made you feel horrible about yourself.

    It wasn’t their fault, you knew, and you rationalized that with yourself as they minded their own business, talking amongst themselves, but you couldn’t help but catch the glances of the other people watching them for brief moments before knowing better and returning to whatever they were doing. You knew you shouldn’t be down on yourself and knew you should be strong and love who you were. You were already working on yourself as it was, eating better, exercising more - hell, drinking at least three glasses of water a day. All this was done with the help of Pedro, who always encouraged you in making strides to keep yourself healthy and happy.

    But it still hurt whenever the group of women giggled and flipped their long hair, almost as if saying ‘look at me. I have it all.’ It made you exit the pool minutes later, wrapping yourself up in a towel and padding over to where Pedro was reclining in a chair, his gaze trapped behind the pages of a book.     “I think I’m done swimming. I’d like to go, if it’s okay.”     Pedro slid his bookmark in place and lowered his reading glasses a fraction to look up at you over the brim. You tried to hide your unease but you knew he would catch onto it with how attentive he was.     “Sounds good. It’s starting to get cold out anyways.”     You were glad when he didn’t ask about what was wrong and how he stayed quiet as you both made your way up to the hotel room where you both were staying for the weekend. It wasn’t until after you had stripped out of your bathing suit in the middle of the bathroom to shower, that you finally let yourself break down.     The reflection in the mirror was your enemy, the teller of lies, and the longer you looked at yourself, the more you saw a bloated version of who you really were. Ugly. Fat. Unlovable. The harsh lights of the bathroom didn’t help and it felt like they highlighted every imperfection. You tugged at the bits of you that were extra, the pudge at your hips and belly, imagining what you would look like if you were skinnier. You hated yourself because no matter what you seemd to do, you always failed. You were trapped in an endless cycle.     The door to the bathroom creaked open a little and Pedro came in, already naked and expecting to shower with you, perhaps cheer you up and distract you from whatever it was that plagued your mind. He paused, however, when he saw the tears in your eyes and the heavy air around you.    

    "Hey, tell me what's going on." Pedro's voice was soft as his hands guided along your hips and you moved hastily to wipe away the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

    "I'm - " your words faltered as you looked in the mirror that was starting to fog up from the hot shower. "I'm fat." 

     The words were heavy on your tongue and even though they were hard to say, the admission made you feel a little better. It made you feel like it wasn't a secret you were hiding anymore and now you were just left with the shame of your proclamation. 

    Pedro stilled behind you and you wish you could make out his face in the mirror, but it was too fogged now and all that was left was the blurry shape of you and him. But Pedro didn't stop touching you. You wanted to push him away as his hand smoothed from your hip to your stomach and it felt like you were kicked as he cupped you there.

    "You are ashamed of your body, hermosa?" His voice was a whisper next to your ear and you accidently bumped his nose when you nodded a 'yes'.

    "Why?"

    Why? Why were you ashamed? How could he not see?

    "Because I'm not skinny and dainty. I'm not one of those pretty girls who can lounge at the pool in a two piece and make men ogle me when I walk by. I'm just -" Just what? Your eyes closed as you cried, your words only a faint echo from the real pain you felt in your mind.

    "Oh, darling. My beautiful girl."

    Both of his arms slid around you, turning so you were chest to chest and you instantly buried your face against him, your arms looping loosely around his back. His fingers threaded through your hair as he gently stroked the back of your head and he pressed a strong kiss on your crown.     “You are not those things.” Him agreeing with you almost broke you and you choked back a sob. “Hey - hey listen to me…” He continued on, holding you tighter. “You are not those things, no. But you are so much more. You are strong and kind and beautiful. You light up the room when you walk in and you do turn heads. God -” He laughs as he speaks. “You don’t know how many times I have to stop myself from snapping on people for staring at you. Because you are so captivating.”     Pedro pulls away a little at that, his fingers catching your chin to turn your face up to him. You look at him through watery eyes and see the kindness in his face. He is so open with his adoration for you and you could almost feel the tangible love radiating off of him. Even so, the question burns in your mind still.

    “But why? Why, when you look like...you’re so good looking and well built. I don’t understand why you would,” You swallow thickly and he waits patiently for you to finish. He was always so good with letting you speak and get your mind out. “Why you would want to be with someone who looks like me?”     Pedro’s hand slips to cup your cheek, his thumb smoothing along your cheekbone to brush away a stray tear.

    “Mi cielo, it is my job to look the way I do. Literally - I am paid to act, to look a certain way, and to keep that upheld. It is an insane amount of work and I envy you so much that you don’t have to have such a rigid diet and exercise routine. You get to be free in a way I can’t.”     It was something you didn’t quite think about until he said it and you suddenly felt guilty for being so selfish.     “And asides that, you take care of yourself as well. Along with working a full time job and keeping one needy man satisfied. You are doing wonderful and I see how hard you work, everyday. You are beautiful to me in so many more ways than your just body.”     Pedro gives you another kiss, his hand slipping down to cup your ass.     “Not that I can’t say I don’t find all of you physically attractive. You’re soft and curvy and so very supple. I enjoy watching you bend under me, taking me so easily because you are built in such a way that I can do what I want and not have to worry. You are very, very much a woman and I admire that more than you will ever know.”

    You feel him stir against you, his cock twitching against your stomach and while he is doing a good job at ignoring it, you don’t. It is almost a testimony to his words, how he was attracted to you, standing nude in the center of the bathroom, bawling your eyes out. Even at one of your lowest points he still loved you and wanted to hold you close, to touch you and be intimate with you.     “I wish you could see what I see and I know none of my words will truly ever matter. You need to believe you’re beautiful. I can tell you what I see and how I feel until I am breathless, but it won’t matter until you believe it. And we can work on that, but you have to trust me when I tell you that I love you and find you attractive, no matter your size.”     You finally smiled and although it was small and defeated, it was still there. Pedro always had a way with words to worm into your heart and warm it and this time was no different. You knew he was right, what with you needing to believe that you were beautiful. That your worth couldn’t come from what he or any other thought, but it was still hard. It was something that you fought against your entire life. You couldn’t possibly imagine how he or his co-stars worked in an industry that valued beauty above all else.     You sniffled a little, trying to composure yourself as he simply held you, his arms warm and strong.  

    “You promise?” You whispered as you looked up at him shyly.     “Of course. I will always love you for who you are.” He promised you and it was enough for you to nod in a silent agreement, that you believed him. You unwrapped yourself from his arms then and turned to the shower.     “We should probably get this chlorine off before the water gets too cold.” You take your time to look over Pedro’s body once you step in, eyes dragging from the mass of curly brown hair over his shoulders and arms, his pectorals and soft stomach. He was in between jobs right now and could afford to eat a little more than when he was on set. It showed in the softer dips of his own body and it reminded you of what he said about him being envious of you.     “Can I still shower with you?” He was polite in his asking and it showed he truly did care about you.     “Yes, of course.”     Part 2 coming soon!

[jinnyhecks]

First order of Business, Jinny absolutely regularly uses this emoji in the YJ groupchat

[randynova]

Oh poor petal...her life was shitty and then it became even shittier (I'm loving this series btw!)

Poor Petal, indeed. It's like someone hitting you in the shins with a wooden bat and then they leave, only to come back with the same wooden bat but with nails and barbwire this time.

Also thank you!! It means a lot to hear people like my petal series💞💞💞

[impulse-goblin]

It’s been well over a decade but I am STILL salty that me n my group lost the debate over whether The Grinch or Scrooge is a bigger Christmas villain

[thenewnightforce]

Azar 🤝 Citrina:

Leading their people to a new dimension bc theyre Tired™️ of Earth not being a place of Magic anymore

[girlrobins]

hello!! how are you doing this evening? i've sent this ask so you can go off about any girl robin you want bc i'd love to hear about them,,

anon i appreciate you SO much, but you sent this on election night and i DID NOT have the spell slots to spare to give ur ask the time it needed that night and also this is WAY too vague to Just Go Off w/out any like, extra direction fjdkls;a

that being said, I decided to Go Off about Steph and her time as Robin, so i hope you like this! (very rambly, so its under a cut!)

okay, so firstly, before they Canonically made her Robin, I think it’s FASCINATING that that one 90s Young Justice issue speculated that steph would’ve become Robin if Jason (& subsequently tim too) hadn’t been Robins??? Skipping either or both of them is a whole Other Universe Alteration I’d like to talk abt more in-depth sometime, but its just??? The fic potential alone omg. The way that batfam dynamics could be changed around? The butterfly effect that could have???

On a slightly different note, i love the the Idea that, All Else Nearly The Same, Stephanie DOESNT die at the end of War Games &, idk, Manages to Impress Bruce enough that she DOES get to be Robin at the end. (Or alternatively, WG just doesnt happen bc Bruce never fires her idk) That as a way to expand her time as Robin beyond the mere MONTHS that we got (both in and out of canon).

Okay, like, Tim stays in retirement and Steph sticks it out as Robin up through Jason coming back (& either she and Cass are swapping with Dick and taking care of Bludhaven bc Bruce feels the need to Push his family out of Gotham in the meantime OR, she just fjkdlas;f Helps Bruce Deal with Jay like ‘oh wow, im so glad *I* didnt die, huh B?’ fjfkdlas) WAIT, steph staying Robin until Damian pops up UM HELLO. the sheer POTENTIAL of these things keeps me up at night sometimes yall. im never 100% certain how i wanna execute them in my tweaking of canon oooof......

Like, all of the girl robins obvsly don’t have a LOT of canon content to begin with, but I feel like with Steph, she’s got the best shot at getting more? or at the v least the best one that DC could do, like, brief flashback issues or smthn with?? Hell, if they really wanted to drive home the pre52/rebirth blending that they’ve hinted around here and there, Robin!Steph could be a really cool way to do that??? and give us a new adventure along the way? (like an ‘untold’ story?? There’s enough that wasn’t touched on and glossed over during her brief turn, @ dc give me more cases that she helped solve PLZ IM BEGGING)

idk!!!! i just really enjoyed stephs robin time, as brief as it was!!! and i really want more for her in the costume and just think its really sad that!!!! we really dont have that much!!!! at all!!!! (but im SUPER glad that i see more new fanart & edits for her these days, even if most of it is bc of DCeased, which.... makes my heart hurt tbh) i like zombies & z-apocalypse media well enough, but im just not quite in the Mood for it these days, so maybe i’ll catch up with it in a few months, but... for now im just... not Into It. even if it is the only new robin!steph thing ;-; i just cant dive too deeply into it rn

[dykepamelaisley]

I just wanna be clear from the outset here, that everyone is absolutely entitled to their sexuality headcanons around this character and they’re all valid so long as they don’t erase Poison Ivy’s inherent queerness (ie, headcanoning her as Heterosexual)

That being said, op headcanons her as sapphic (sometimes sapphic-ace too but I flipflop on that, but always ALWAYS as trans-inclusive) and anyways if you’re a terf you’re not fuckin welcome here ✌️(and you will be blocked onsight byeeee)

[ravensroundofrobins]

Raven: *gathering up the batkids into her arms as bruce weeps* they're mine now

[randywrites]

Tfw u wanna write but then you go down the rabbit hole of blood typing and remember why “extremely rare blood types” are BULLSHIT anyways

(Writing the Quick Facts for my own reference but y’all are Welcome to use this too. Probably gonna wanna double check every couple of years tho)

Currently:

-AB negative is Statistically the Least Common in the US (at abt .6%)

-O positive is the Most Common (at 37.4%)

Facts:

-O is considered the Universal Donor due to a lack of antigens that are otherwise incompatible with A,B or AB. They can only receive from O types, but can give freely to all the others.

-On the opposite end, AB is considered the Universal Recipient bc it is compatible with but A antigens and B antigens (& again, O’s lack of antigens)

-however, the Rh +/- also has a role to play. Positive can recieve from both positive and negative. But negative can only recieve from negative.

Conclusion:

O- is the MOST FICKLE of the blood types. Because they can ONLY recieve blood from other O-, but are the Ultimate Universal Donor. While it is, statistically speaking, not the Least Common type, it’s still a pain in the ass to think about. And it’s obviously More Dramatic to Raise The Stakes and talk in Rare Blood Types Even tho finding matches is fairly straight forward as long everyone knows their types in the first place.

Wanna raise the stakes in ur writing with a Blood Typing Shenanigan? Have the Designated Donor of the group (the one WITH O-, get horrifically hurt and unable to RECIEVE blood bc everyone else is incompatible lmao)

[duketectivecomics]

What do you think about Cass and duke as a duo?

I can’t believe that I’ve been SLACKING SO BAD THAT THJS IS EVEN A QUESTION IM SKDJKAJDKS SO MAD AT MYSELF NOW

Let’s put it this way, anon, they’re the ONLY relationship duo on this blog that I have a separate platonic tag for MAKE OF THAT WHAT YOU WILL

[dyketectivecomics]

hey, i have a question, how would you write Cassie and Jinny's relationship?

would jinny be on young justice, will it be long distance, what would their dynamic be?

My gut instinct was to say that I’d probably want to focus on them in those first/awkward stages of dating? Half the fun of reading for me sometimes is just enjoying the journey of two idiots figuring things out. Sometimes ya just want some sickly sweet fluff!

But the more that I think abt Cassie having a fraught history dating Kon/Tim, the metas abt comphet & okay also CassieRose visits my mind a LOT, not rent-free just as a surprise guest atm… also Jinny still on the heels of finding her last gf cheating & when we last saw her doin the road-trip thing with her friend (now kinda-sister???)

I’m like 👀 there’s some messy potential here AND I LOVE IT

But to circle back & try to answer in mostly the same order:

If DC were to give me the reins to write a run today, I’d def want to know what Outsiders is gonna do with Jinny first & make sure I’m not stepping on too many toes obvsly. I rlly hope that they’re picking up on the road trip from the end of her Special, but the premise isn’t leaving me super hopeful that there’s any editors left at DC to pay attention to that kind of thing 🙃 also there’s speculation rn abt a new YJ book with a diff cast so I don’t think either of them are gonna be part of YJ here pretty soon 😅

For fic writing tho, the beauty is that we can Licherally do whatever we want, so I can be as canon-compliant or noncompliant as possible so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ in that respect it’s a matter of when I would want that potential fic to take place (or ig what setting 👀 YJ college au request in my inbox I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOUUUU)

Long distance I think doesn’t really factor when one of the pair is able to fly so uh 😅 change in setting would have to be more of a factor to consider that? (Again, college AU I might consider it for its conflict potential 🤔) (also what qualifies as long distance bc I’ve got a friend who’s dating a guy that’s like 3hrs away, but that’s Texas distance so it’s nbd for them to see each other on weekends but I know some ppl would consider Not Living in the Same City as long distance so aksjsks) idk, distance just isn’t a big deal to me in Gen tho too. Like, You Find A Way to make it work or you don’t and that’s where delicious Conflict™️ can take root lol

And ahh dynamic… that age-old question… who’s Red/Blue, the Grump/Sunshine, who falls first vs who falls harder, god there’s so many things to consider. I do think I fall back on thinking of them as the Opposite Worlds Attract kinda dynamic (wait no, now I’m thinking of night at the museum and zom made that gemhex, not wonderhex I’m 😭😭😭)

It’s FINE, there’s not much new under the sun 😂 but yea, wonderhex is something I love a lot, would love an excuse to write for them 👀👀👀 I just need a nudge 👀

[dandyxrandy]

After-Shoot

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Length: 3k

Warnings: Protected Sex ; My Spanish sucks so Google translate helped. If a phrase is wrong, PLEASE reach out to me so I can correct it. Also not beta read. So if mistakes found, again, reach out. The easier for you to the read, the happier I am.

Gif Credit: @pedrospascl

It couldn’t get any worse, you told yourself. It really, really couldn’t. This was the first time you were invited to have coffee with another in God who remembers how long and you ended up being late. Not only were you late, but you were cold and soaked to the bone from the rain that ended up being a whole hour earlier than the forecast predicted and really, you should've known better than to listen to any predicament of weather because it was usually wrong anyways.

You checked your phone again and it was still dead as a door nail. You had dropped it in a puddle earlier when you tried to answer the call from Pedro, no doubt wondering where you were, and it shorted out the motherboard. You would have to replace it whenever you got home and you honestly had half a mind to just turn around and do just that. That would seem silly, however, with you being more than halfway to Pedro’s apartment where he had invited you for an afternoon coffee get together the day before when you worked together on the Style Magazine photo shoot.

    You were really, really tired of having a shit day. Frustrated and in near tears you saw the place that Pedro was staying in for the time being while he was in your state. It was a nice condo type home with large front windows that overlooked the city, the style modern and sleek.

    You let out a small breath, even as the storm crackled above you, and tried to muster your resolve up. You were a mess, but hey - you were here, right? Hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset with you. It wasn’t exactly your fault that you had to park six blocks away because there wasn’t any closer parking nor was it your fault the weather was wrong.

    You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell and before the small chime even ended the door swung open, Pedro filling the entire frame. Oh. He looked absolutely stunning. His soft curls were slicked back against his head and he wore one of the outfits from the shoot the previous day. One of the ones you had commented on, to be precise. His eyes took a long drag over you, from head to toe, his jaw working from one side to the other. His irritation seemed palpable.

    “I see the coffee isn’t the only thing that’s cold.” His hand slid down the door frame before dropping to his side, a hefty sigh heaving from his lips. “Come on, let's get you inside and warmed up. I have some spare clothes that you can wear.”

    You felt sheepish following him inside. He didn’t even give you time to explain and once the door was closed you were able to try.

    “Pedro, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to be late.” You, shuffled in behind him, following him to the bathroom where he grabbed you a towel.  “There wasn’t any parking and my phone died and I just - please don’t be mad.” And you did feel like crying then. You could tell he wasn’t happy with you and that on top of being cold and tired, you felt a little part of you break.

    He reached out with the towel and brought it to your face, gently wiping away the raindrops that stuck to your cold skin.

    “You have nothing to apologize for, guapa.” He brought his other hand to your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into the touch a little. You blame it on how he was so warm and you weren’t. “I was worried that something had happened. And then worried you stood me up.”

    “Stood you up? Yeah - okay…” You laughed at him but when you caught his gaze you saw it had softened considerably. He looked relieved and you noticed the slight part of his lips as he turned away, going to another room and reappearing a moment later with a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that looked like it would even be big on him.

    “Why don’t you change into some dry clothes. We can throw your wet ones in the dryer.” He nodded to the clothes dryer that was in the bathroom. “I’ll go make us some new coffee while you swap out.” He set the clothes down on the toilet seat and gave you a half smile. “Mi casa es tu casa.”

    He left you then with a soft closing of the door and you felt a flood of relief course through your body. He wasn’t mad or upset or hell - anything that you thought he may be. Instead he was kind and courteous and worried, and you’d be damned if that didn’t make your heart melt even more. You thought of the moment when he had opened the front door and the dark look in his eyes and the tick of his jaw. It made a low heat curl in your belly at the memory.

    Was it wrong to think those things of someone who clearly wanted what was best for you at that moment? Pedro was, in all essence, taking pity and caring for you and all you could think about was warming yourself up by crawling into his lap. You were horrible, you decided, but the kind of horrible that could be forgiven later.

    You did change out of your clothes then, pausing as you tried to decide if you were going to keep your bra and underwear on but argued they would just soak the dry clothing. Off those went and joined the pile in the sink. You did a quick rub down with the towel to at least try to get most of the water off and then squeezed it through your hair before you stepped into the sweatpants and large tee-shirt, silently thanking the world at how warm they were. You wrung out your clothes as best as you could before you tossed them in the dryer and pressed ‘start’.

    When you opened the door the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit you and it instantly set you at ease. You padded your way into the kitchen but didn’t find Pedro there and instead turned to find him sitting on the couch without his red suit jacket on. Two cups of coffee set on coasters in front of him and a small spread of sugar and cream were there, too. The entire set up screamed ‘casual but obvious effort.”

    “Hey…” You rounded the side of the couch and sat next to him, unsure if this was alright. It was just your nerves.

    “Hey. I see everything fits well!” He teased lightly. “I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee so I figured I would let you do your own. I also turned the heat up a little to help get you warm.” Which would explain the missing jacket.

    Pedro took one of the cups and pressed it into your hands, his own wrapping around yours for a moment. “If you’re still too cold I can grab you a blanket or a sweatshirt.”

    “I think I have enough of your clothes on. If I end up with more I’m afraid that you might not get something back.”

    “Is that so?” The corners of his mouth quirked up in a devious smirk, hands coming to his own cup of coffee to lift to his lips, eyes peering just over the rim of his mug. “Well, I will have to take inventory of all articles of clothing before and after you leave.” Was he flirting with you?

    You hid behind your own cup of coffee, blushing. “What I mean is that it looks expensive and I could never afford some of the clothes you wear.” Even though you were pretty sure these ones were borrowed from the wardrobe department from the shoot.

    “Hm. Here I thought you were wanting a little memento from me.” He chuckled and you nearly choked on your coffee as you inhaled it a little too quick and it went down the wrong pipe. He was flirting, now, you decided as you tried not to die.

    “Hey, hey now…” His hand came to your back, patting you lightly to help you cough up the coffee. “Didn’t mean to make you choke! You okay?” He was finding far too much amusement in your predicament and you were caught between laughing with him and locking yourself back in the bathroom to wait for your clothes to finish drying.

    It took you a minute but you finally stopped coughing, your eyes burning and your pride non-existent. Pedro’s hand, however, was still on your back. He was no longer patting in efforts to help you but now his fingertips were stroking over the gentle curve of your spine, thumb pressing into the muscle just beneath your shoulder blades.

    “Sorry.” You croaked, voice scratchy from the coughing fit. “I wasn’t expecting to be called out so quickly. You certainly know my end game.” You hid your embarrassment with sass and you had to put the coffee down before you did any damage. Pedro’s hand stilled as you moved, but he didn’t stop touching you, not even as you leaned back again.

“You’re still cold. I can feel it through the shirt.” His arm slid across your shoulders as he tucked you closer to his side. You both sat in a stretch of silence as he waited for the silent permission of his touch. You realized he was stiff and not as at ease as you thought he would be. You rested your hand on his knee, fingertips curling against the red cotton of his pants as you leaned in against him, nose tucking against his side. You felt him relax then.

    “Thank you for this.” You whispered as you let your fingers trace his kneecap.

    “Of course. I couldn’t let a damsel stay in distress.” He let his other hand, now coffee less as he set his mug on a side table, come to yours on his knee, fingers lacing to hold your hand. “But I do have a confession to make, if I may…”

    “Hm?” You felt warm and cozy. You hadn’t quite expected that you were going to find yourself cuddling with this charming man today, but you weren’t going to complain either. The weather had taken a toll on you and you were quite ready for a nap. Pedro wasn’t helping either with the slow inhale and exhale of his breath that rocked you like a boat on a lake. Gentle and lovely.

    “I would very much like to kiss you.”

    He squeezed the hand on his knee before unlocking their hold and bringing his fingers to your chin, turning your face to his. He bumped your noses a moment, lips ghosting just over yours in a teasing breath.

    “May I?” He whispered. “Please, tell me what you want.”

        You shifted, your thighs rubbing together as you felt the curling heat span in your belly and you suddenly felt very, very hot. Pedro kept his gaze steady on yours, never once faltering as he waited for your consent. He was so close that you could smell the hint of coffee on his breath, the smell of the aftershave and cologne on his skin.

    “Please...yes, Pedro.” He tilted your chin a little higher, lips just touching. A mockery of a kiss as he smiled wickedly. “Please, kiss me.”

    He did then, his lips pressing firmly into yours as his hand slipped to cup your cheek. Neither of you moved for that moment, letting each other take in the press of your mouths until you let your hand slip a little higher, fingers tracing the seam of his pants on his inner leg and it broke the reserve he had. Pedro groaned low and he all but lifted you into his lap, your legs splaying on either sides of his hips.

    His mouth never left yours as he moved, his hands coming to grip the gentle curve of your hips, pulling you closer to him, yours breasts pushing steady against his chest. He groaned into your mouth as his hips rolled up and you felt the sudden hard length of him against your thigh.

    “Fuck -” You moaned out at the feel of him.    “I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you, hermosa.” Pedro’s voice was husky against your skin as he moved his hands under your ass, fingers tight as he shifted your hips together, pushing his clothed cock up into your hand. “You lit up the room, you know. The moment you stepped foot into the light, I was taken away. Captured.”

    You couldn’t help but let your fingers curl around his length and give a gentle squeeze, testing the size of him and oh - oh, he was large beneath your fingertips. Pedro tipped his head against yours, lips ghosting along your nose.

    “Take off your clothes.” He breathed and you moved with him to pull your shirt over your head, his hands immediately coming to undo your bra and let your breasts hang free. His head dips to take a nipple in your mouth and you arch into the wet heat and you hiss when he sets his teeth against the sensitive skin.

    “Shit - Pedro. I need - “ You needed him out of his shirt, too. But it was hard to coerce him out of it when he was attached to you like he was. You pushed him away a little, trying to create space enough to get him out of his shirt, your fingers working at the buttons in a clumsy haste.

    “Bed.” Pedro grunts and you two move off of the couch, peeling from each other. You still kept your hands on him as he guided you to the bedroom and you both all but fell into the large bed. Pedro rolled to the side to flick on the bedside lamp to fill the room with a soft glow and the light highlighted the deep amber in his eyes. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

    “C’mere.” You motion to him as you lay back on the plush pillows, arms stretched out to take Pedro in. He comes above you and rests on his forearms as he slides a knee up between your legs, making them spread wide and he settles there, his hips rolling into the crux of your thighs.

    You arch up to meet him again and he presses a kiss against your mouth, licking you open. He tugs at your pants insistently and you lift your hips up to let him shimmy them over your soft curves and down your legs. You kick them off in a haste and Pedro pauses, lifting himself to lean back on his knees, staring down at you. You blush under his gaze because it's so heavy, so slow. You don’t remember any man, any person for that matter, who looked at you like that. It was so needy.

    “Eres tan hermosa. You are so beautiful.” He reaches out and drags his fingertips along the side of your face, down your neck and across your collarbone. He keeps going lower and lower, mapping your body out with his touch until he comes to touch your between your legs. His fingers tease your outer lips first, a gentle drag of his knuckles and then he moves in deeper, pressing a thumb against your clit and circling.

    You moaned as he pressed a little more firm to work you into your pleasure and the tip of a finger teased you open and curled. Gods, he was good at this. You clenched around him and he added a second finger, curling up to rub against the textured spot inside you.

    “Pedro.” You moaned out as he continued to work you and you felt your climax climb, your body taught with need. “Pedro, I’m - fuck, I’m close. Don’t stop. Don’t -”

    “Por favor, mi amor. Cum for me.”

    You did as he told you, your eyes closing and head tilting up to close out the world as you focused only on your orgasm. He continued to stroke you inside, his thumb continuously applying the delicious pressure on your clit and only eased up after your thighs stopped trembling, returning to a soft stroke.

    Pedro caught your gaze as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, slipping them against his tongue, sucking in, tasting your orgasm that he brought out of you. He left you breathless. You parted your legs again as an invitation and his gaze dropped to the movement. Pedro shimmied his pants off, tossing them over the side of the bed and you wanted very much to touch him but he instead fumbled with the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom.

    You watched as he rolled the condom on with an ease and he moved over you again, taking your hands in his, twining your fingers together. It was an intimate gesture and one you adored. Pedro seemed like he couldn’t get close enough to you, even as he pressed his flush skin against yours.

    He slid into you easily with how wet you were and he bottomed out in you almost immediately, stretching you full. Pedro lets out a groan, his head dropping to yours as he rocked into your cunt. He was so intimate in this, so incredibly loving, and to a person whom he only just met. You felt him love with his entire being and it was a gorgeous act that he gifted you.

    “I won’t last long, I’m afraid.” He grunts out between thrusts. You bring your legs up and around him, pulling him closer and his thrusts turn into a grind. You were still blissfully sensitive from your climax earlier and you were more than okay with his admission. He took care of you first, above his own pleasure. “Please, Pedro. It’s okay. Please, just...it’s good.” You didn’t know what to say in his softness but you knew it was the right thing because he ground into you harder, his hips snapping as he tightened his grip. His mouth dropped open in a silent moan as he came, his rhythm breaking into stillness.

        “You will have to forgive me.” Pedro breaks into a wide smile against your neck as he relaxes against you, his weight dropping like a blanket. “You are far too soft for any man to last long.” He pulls from you and glances down to take off the spent condom and set it in the trash that was next to the bed. He settled beside you, his head propped up on his hand, his other tracing along your stomach.

    “You flatter me far too much.” You giggle, smacking his hand away. It instead settles against your face, his thumb brushing under your eye.

    “Will you stay with me tonight?” He asked.

    The offer wasn’t one you were expecting. In all honesty, you didn’t really expect any of this, but perhaps you were naive when it came to what coffee dates entailed now, not that you were complaining.

    “Of course.”

    You didn’t think he could light up any more than he already was, but he did. His face became childlike and gleeful. He was adorable, really.

    “Fantastic. I’ll make sure we get some proper coffee in the morning. Promise.”

[jinnyhecks]

Y’all I’ve never wanted a Jinny pop funko so bad 😔😔😔😔 I know it’ll be years IF it EVER even happens (slim chance but yknow. I ain’t gonna say it’ll Never Happen) but god do I wish.....

[randynova]

I've just read the goo story..... It was HELLA GOOD!! you need to write more about him!! Pls some NSFW just like Douma😳🙏🙏

Listen, I gotchu. I have it posted right here. Enjoy and thank you for your support! Glad you like my Doma works!!