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Pedro at the Beach

Ah! This turned out a little better than I was expecting! I didn't get to do as much sewing as I wanted, but featuring some Pablo Neruda poetry and my handy dandy PP coloring book among other things... We know our guy likes the beach...

Mustafa's New Anthology

Thank you to @auteurdelabre for our beautiful coloring book! Pedge and I think we have rounded the corner with our health challenges, but are unsure. Thinking about cancelling my upcoming round of specialists, if my body has found a happy homeostasis. Looking forward to reading the anthology this evening and have included PP's contribution below....Absolutely enthralled...

I see you late bloomer smoking just after sunrise for the first time. Wearing pants and buying pillows dropping cash then leaving them lonely in a stranger's closet. Mushroom lamp says, "What the fuck? Lemme outta here". I explain to her that first I have to go back and back and back again until I understand that I will always be in love with those footprints "Fine". People smoke here because they like me. See me sitting near the bird shit making things up that never happened. But they're cool with it. Someone tells me she was kidnapped by a man who held a knife to her neck because her sister always picks the wrong men. I tell her I was a very late bed wetter. All the other talk happens alone, never into a mirror and never to you. But to objects caught off guard by my hostility, by the shape of this grief. Eleven months and only this: I am struck by the lightning of your presence now that you are gone.

*original GQ shoot

*the Arabic references the section about wearing pants and purchasing piillows

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Moody Movie Poster

Our main event is on the horizon! Stay tuned for our first full length feature film at Pedge's Cinema! Thanks to Naqmeh Art for the likeness! We are excited to deconstruct some of Pedge's Favorite Movies;

All About Eve Alien Thelma and Louise East of Eden Blade Runner

Joel Sits On You Peach + Apple Pie

I gotta say @yopossum's "Snug" already nailed this writing prompt from our beloved @beefrobeefcal BUT it did get the creative juices flowing, as I've started to write for the Pedro Boys, and Joel is one of my favorites. Check out my previous attempts with Moody Joel and I hope you enjoy this Fall treat with a little slice of pie...

Triggers: post-apocalypse, discussions of "married life", M fo F reader, expanding waistlines, mentions of food, playful sitting/wrestling in committed relationship, lite smut at end...

An enigmatic autumn wind whipped around your cozy, creaking cabin. A fire crackled in the hearth and your legs were tucked underneath you as you ventured further into your well worn, re-discovered copy of Frankenstein. It was a miracle you had found it, during the raids and plundering—little luxuries like books, furniture and a home cooked meal had, at times, appeared almost imaginary. Trying to exist outside of survival had been a Herculean task, but with each passing day, your time at the commune and your relationships had started to spark that inner familiarity of comfort and peace. But with it, came the awareness that at any moment, those same luxuries could be whisked away like the bracing autumnal wind you were harbored against.

One aspect of your survival that seemed to anchor you to the realities of that new, peaceful life was Joel. Getting to know one another under the desperate, iron clad vice of hardened survival had been tempered by years of camaraderie, companionship…and eventually love. In one sense, marriage no longer existed, but had evolved into a state of committed partnership that transcended more than a contractual piece of paper. It was an unspoken agreement that was brought to life in passion, in practice and in repetition. In all the ways that humans were crafted for one another, you found yourself fitting into a life and another person who was helping you knit yourself back together. 

Except for today. Joel was running late. As usual. The foreboding skies were darkening as you anxiously awaited his return, hopeful that the day’s patrol hadn’t exhausted him beyond recognition. “Marriage” had been good to Joel. His mental health and stability had improved, and he seemed, over-all, a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the “effect it had on his waistline”. You smirked, pausing in your reading, as you reflected on HIS choice of words. Joel wasn’t a vain man, by any definition, but his survival acumen was unmatched. Even in this happier state, it was difficult for Joel to relax into any kind of comfort whatsoever. It was only by your daily proddings, smushy kisses and love of baking that you were infinitesimally dragging Joel down the path of blissful, partnered life. If he’d ever get home.

You heard the tell-tale signs of your Frankensteinian bedmate lumbering up the wooden porch and flinging the door open as cascades of leaves and hay blew in after him. Slamming the door shut behind him, he grunted in recognition as you yelled from the couch, “DO NOT TRACK THAT MUD INTO MY HOUSE BIG MAN! TAKE THOSE BOOTS OFF IMMEDIATELY AND GO TO THE KITCHEN”. You pursed your lower lip with slight chagrin, aware that you were running a little hot. Joel’s heart might be significantly armored, but you bit your tongue with embarrassment. Annoyed at your own need, you hoped that Joel knew you well enough to discern your restless state. Joel always had a way of handling you that kept you grounded and present, but perhaps there were some moods that even Joel couldn’t tame. He huffed with exasperation, dropping his coat on the ground unceremoniously and heading into the kitchen.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GARDEN OVER THE LAST FEW DAYS, BUT YOU NEED TO GET OUT THERE AND WRANGLE THOSE CARROTS INTO SUBMISSION!” you shouted from the living room, as Joel clanged around the kitchen like a bull in a china shop. “MARIA CAME BY TO ASK FOR AN EXTRA SHIFT NEXT WEEK IN CASE RAIDERS WERE COMING UP THE SOUTH PASSAGE!” you bellowed, annoyed that you had to sacrifice another evening with Joel at home. “THE LEG ON THAT DINING ROOM CHAIR IS MORE WOBBLY THAN EVER, AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EAT THAT APPLE PIE UNTIL YOU HAVE SOME…soup first…!” you trailed off, lost again in your literary masterpiece as the kitchen chaos lulled to a dull roar.

You began mouthing the words of one of your favorite passages, “I endeavored to crush these fears and to fortify myself for the trial which in a few months I resolved to undergo; and sometimes I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise.” You temporarily paused in your reading, suspicious at the sudden silence in the house.

“DON’T YOU DARE ATTEND THAT COUNCIL MEETING THIS EVENING AFTER A FULL DAY OF PATROLS, WITH NO FOOD IN YOUR STOMACH AND AN ACHING BACK! AND IF YOU EVEN GIVE ME ONE IOTA OF SASS ABOUT TAKING A BATH THIS EVENING I WILL ABSOLUTELY SMOTHER YOU WITH KISSES UNTIL YOU’RE BEGGING FOR REPRIEVE!” you let your voice echo in the cabin, pleased with your relative confidence and bravado. Joel might inspire fear in the hearts of the commune residents, but you had seen this man in a bubble bath. It was obvious to you who wore the pants in this family.  

You continued reading, “I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye…”. You nodded your head in approval. It was so ridiculous that Mary Shelley hadn’t been recognized in her day as the foremost writer of science fiction. Eyeing the page skeptically, you were just about to shout something to that effect when Joel’s peach of a jean clad ass loomed large in your vision before he promptly sat on top of you.

“Jo-OOOOOOH-el!” you huffed as the warmth of his body covered you like a man-blanket, easing himself atop you delicately, at first, awkwardly smashing the book into your chest with solidity. The pine scented cologne of his plaid shirt muffled your laughter as he wriggled his hips atop you, sinking back to full effect.

“Needs Cheddar” he grumbled, mouth full of sugared sweetness, chomping away at the apple pie you had expressly forbade him to eat.

“I didn’t have tii—-ime” you hyperventilated “to cultivate and curdle bacteria between patrols you big…OOOF!” Joel pushed back gently as the couch creaked under both of your bodies, humming in delight at the baked goodness melting in his mouth.

“Look little missy” he drawled sarcastically “It was a long day, my back is hurtin’ and if you don’t shut that pretty mouth of yours I’m gonna give you a Texas spankin’!”. You stilled with anticipation, excited at the turn of events that had transpired with your moody attitude. Maybe you would have to start complaining more often.

“Just you t-t-try Big Man!” you tried to retort as a blush crept up your neck and cheeks, attempting to squeeze some sense into your hulk of man. Unable to grasp him fully around the waist, you shifted your hands to the meat of his thighs, gripping just under the knees. Joel lurched forward slightly in ticklish surprise, doubling down on his tactic he sighed contentedly, relaxing into your lap.

Shaking your head in comic disbelief, you decided to opt for a new tactic, and with honeyed dramatics you coo’d, “OOOH…I’m seeing stars! I can—t…can—t breathe!” you giggled, flailing your arms like a small child. “My life…it’s fl-fl-flashing before my eyes! This is it! I’m s-s-o weak….” you trailed off, releasing all the energy from your body and collapsing in mock catatonia. You heard Joel sigh heavily, easing off your body and creaking to the floor gently. The corners of your mouth turned upward as you hazarded a squint out the corner of your eye to find Joel on his knees in front of you with slight annoyance and concern. 

“That’s better darlin’” he swallowed, a glint in his eyes flashing for the smallest millisecond. He reached over for his plated slice of apple pie, grabbing a small piece with his bare hand and dangling it inches from your mouth.

“Now that I got that pretty mouth to shut up, go ahead and open wide darlin’” he teased, licking his lips with more than hunger.

Your mouth parted lustfully as he delicately placed the gooey desert on your tongue, as you sucked the crumbs off of his fingers. Hissing with arousal his lips formed a small “oh” as you licked the tart sweetness off of his thumb which he dragged across your lower lip.

“Now that’s settled, Baby Girl, it seems to me…somebody said something about a bubble bath…”...

*thanks @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the cool dividers

Moody Thespian

As a theater professional, some of my favorite interviews with Pedro Pascal are when he talks about early performance opportunities, theatrical inspiration and the craft. I'm sure you've heard them, but be sure to revisit:

Talk Art Screen Actors Guild Talk Easy Podcast

We could obviously listen to his voice all day, but it reminds me why I'm passionate about the arts in the first place, and how much inspiration is readily available...if you're looking for it.

Pedro-Tober #4

Inspired by @alyssamariag and @norththelemon I've decided to feature curated pics/art, juxtaposed with fics and AI inspired Bitmoji. So much artistry to celebrate this October, look at these amazing artists! Also, it's the last week to "Trick or Treat"! Hit me up!

20.) Frankie Morales IG: VanessaDraws, "Moody Frankie" @pedges-world

21.) Curls @norththelemon

22.) Gladiator @southparkpedro

23.) Din Jarin IG: Tealspy

24.) Sundance IG: Vanessa Draws

25.) Javier Pena IG: Junes.Pegasus, Afterglow Series @pedges-world

Series Masterlist

Pedge, Painter, Poet...

I feel like Dieter's expression communicates my evolving thoughts on this piece. What can I say? I like it for Bi Visibility week? And I certainly like it better than the small cold I procured this weekend...

WIP Wednesday Pedge's Bookshop

We are going to begin "Pedge's Book Shop" which features Bookstore AU and a discussion of all things....literary. Looks like Joel is our grumpy shopkeeper!

Fink's Phrases

Thank you @auteurdelabre for our beautiful coloring book! I'm making slow progress on my health journey, but the holidays were the hardest. This movie was so nurturing, and empowering during this difficult season. I could listen to Papi Pascal all day :) Thanks for indulging my inner child...

Sometimes, to survive, you must become more than you were programmed to be. When you grow up without something you… end up spending a lot of time thinking about it. No one has the programming for motherhood. We just make it up. Funny how life works. Death’s proximity makes life burn a little brighter. If you forgot to say something before you left, they may have heard it anyway. Sometimes hearts have their own conversations. Eating the task is not the same as completing the task. Most of you hate me and I hate most of you. Everyone in here hates someone else. But here we are and here's the deal: the first one that walks out that door is dead and if we can't keep it together in here, everyone's dead. We all got one chance to see next spring, because of her. The 'thing', the 'monster'. And while you all ran from her and stole from her and made fun of her all she's been trying to do is raise her kid. She's the one who got you out of the storm, built this place, and despite my suggestion that she let you all freeze, she risked everything to bring you here. I'm a fox, I do foxy things. It's in my nature!

The Purpose of Pleasure

This series is DEFINITELY not for everyone! Exploring some completely self-indulgent, therapeutic concepts, including the pursuit of pleasure without the obligation of climax. Not edging, but still excellent.

Triggers: RPF, mature themes, profanity, slight description of able bodied cis-gendered female, oral receiving (f), mention of assault but no details, alcohol/food, praise, aftercare, images are just a mood board...Looking to create a therapeutic series. Let's get to that healing!

You sat cross legged on the bed, a pretty little pink negligee hugging your curves and your favorite toy positioned awkwardly between you. Pedge sat on the edge of the bed, stroking your thigh and furrowing his brow in concern. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m very excited about this prospect, but only if you’re ready…” he mused, dragging a finger across your lip.

There had already been a lot of heavy sighing and a few sniffles on your part, but the therapist was right, this was the next step, and you were as ready as you were ever gonna be. You reached over for your half finished glass of Merlot and downed it in one gulp. “We’re going in!” you exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood, or at least convey a feeling of relative confidence.

There weren’t any secrets. P knew about the assault from years ago, and a lot of the healing had already taken place. You’d been intimate before, the danger was long since gone but remnants of it had taken up residence in your body and you still weren’t sure how to dispel it. You knew it wouldn’t be a one and done, but Pedge was the most supportive person you knew. The moment he learned about your challenges, was the moment the possibility of real healing became a reality. “Okay, what’s your safe word?” he intoned, massaging the back of your neck.

“Mango” you chuckled, already embarrassed and turning slightly red. His thumb started to move in light circles as he smiled and kissed the corner of your Merlot stained mouth. “Cute” he encouraged, picking up the vibrating toy and clicking it to the lowest setting.

“Oh God…” you covered your face with embarrassment, plopping back on the bed and rolling to the side in anguish. “It’s so fucking loud”. He gently pulled your body back to center, lying down next to you and positioning the toy into your belly button, muffling the sound. “Better?” he chided, rolling his eyes in amusement. “Please tell me we are not using our inside voices for this experiment…”

You giggled at the vibrating sensation moving down your mid-drift, but your jaw went slack as he hit the pubic bone and teased the start of what promised to be an interesting experience. You swallowed loudly, beginning to melt. You could do this. You felt your limbs loosen as the Merlot began to circulate. “And I don’t have to cum, if I don’t want to?” you questioned, judging the infantile tone you had adopted, but swatting it to one side.

“Baby, we’re not doing a damn thing that isn’t 100% customer approved” he started to swirl the device in a circular movement, just grazing your clit. A quick intake of air from you sealed the deal as he sunk the toy in for final effect. You were determined to enjoy whatever you could. The liberation of just having a ‘sexual experience’ without pressuring yourself for a finish line was an enticing, if not frustrating opportunity, and Pedge was the one patient enough to make it possible. “Breathe for me please…” he mumbled into your ear, starting to move the toy in slow, languid circles.

“Ohhhhhh…” you hummed, already remembering the sensations you had been shelving for years. His hair tickled your neck as he nibbled at your jaw and moved his other hand under your back. A couple quick gasps as your heat began to pulse and twitch with excitement. You were already impatient to arrive at a finish line, but you remembered his admonition; breathe.

“That’s it, there she is…” he drawled, sucking on your neck and beginning to move the toy up and down and up and down in feather light patterns.

“I…can’t…I…can’t…I…” your mantra started to drone repetitively.

“You can’t what, sweetheart? Use your words, tell me how it feels…”

“Tooooo much…sooo much…”

“It’s all so much, isn’t it?” his hand moved lower, gripping your ass and pinching into the crack.

“Holy hellllll…” you managed to get out before your eyelids shut. It was all so beautiful as you fluttered and pulsed. Different incoherent thoughts started to swirl in your mind, colors, textures, images that didn’t make any sense. You were trying to grab ahold of that elusive silver thread as your brow furrowed together in concentration.

“Come back to me, stay in your body…” Pedge’s voice was raspy as he struggled to restrain himself, but bumping his length against your hip absentmindedly. You heard a small rumble in his chest as he lightly bit your shoulder. “Jesus, you’re so pretty like this…”

Feeling your grip start to loosen, you were enjoying the pulse that had now established a rhythm out of your control. You felt a low, swallowing sensation as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Good God honey, could stay like this all day” he licked into your ear, sucking on your earlobe.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt your body shudder involuntarily.

“Little break?” he questioned, moving the toy to your inner thigh.

You blinked confusedly, pupils dilated and gazing up into his puppy dog brown eyes. “Maybe you need a little TLC” he smiled, shutting off the vibrator and massaging your stomach a bit.

You huffed dramatically, rolling your head to the side in exasperation as Pedge brought it back around with one finger, dipping it past your parted lips and into your mouth.

“Suck.”

Your eyes twinkled in surprise, wrapping your lips around his finger as his gaze darkened.

“So pretty.” he dragged his now wet finger down the center of your sternum, notching it in your belly button which elicited the desired giggle as you crumpled into your hands.

“No, no, I want to see that pretty face, please” he smirked, bringing your hands down to your sides. Holding them there lightly he moved down your body and positioned himself between your legs. Without breaking eye contact he dragged a long strip with his tongue from the bottom of your fourchette all the way up to your clit.

This earned him a low, guttural groan, as you dropped your head back on the pillow in submission. There were so many sensations happening at once, you bucked your hips up into his mouth as he positioned his forearms over your legs.

“Stay put, little one…” he mumbled into your sex, before he returned to his ministrations. As if that wasn’t already enough, you felt his wet fingertip begin circling your clit and pulling everything taut. The corners of your mouth began to twitch upward as you realized that you were being at least somewhat successful. You were enjoying this, and so was he. You allowed yourself to indulge in the symphony of the sounds you created together. Low moans, quick breaths, panting, sucking. So beautiful. So aligned. So right.

Time stopped for a moment as you felt yourself vibrating sideways and expanding outwards. Right at the precipice between tension and release. You began to squirm a bit, clenching your fists with effort and a slight grunt. Pedge paused for a moment to catch his breath and slip his hands under your perspiring legs and clasping at your knees. “We good? Where we at coach? Act Two or pause for refreshments?”

“Mmmmmm…” you sighed with relief. “Can we pause here? I feel amazinnnnnggg…” you smirked, stretching your arms above your head, feeling tingly and a little light headed.

“Yes ma’am, my pleasure” he smiled, lightly kissing your inner thigh and drawing a shuddering breath from you. Moving upward he dropped his body weight onto your torso and grabbed the bedside tissues for some aftercare. A quick swipe had you gasping and giggling with surprise, giving your pussy a quick tap as a button.

“I sincerely enjoyed my treats for this evening” he licked his lips as you felt his hardened length between your legs, marveling at his restraint. “Would you like popcorn or M&M’s for your after dinner snack?”

Temporarily sated, and excited about tomorrow night’s adventure you knew the easy answer:

“Both”.