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Pedro, Painter, Poet

I'm a published author and musician, which takes up a tremendous amount of my professional and personal time. So when I have a recreational moment, I like to explore an artistic medium outside of my expertise. I like utilizing Klimt, Frida Kahlo, Pablo Neruda, Georgia O' Keefe, Shakespeare and many other artists, as you can see! Pedge says he is a self-made man which is 100% true, but I haven't had the heart to tell him he's also made by Bitmoji...Let's get artistic!

Pedro At the Beach

Refugee Day

Pride

Pedge Paints

Make Your Own Kind of Music

Happy Birthday to Me!

Purple Rain

Bi-Visibility Week

Pedro-Tober!

Trick or Treat

Pirate Pedge Poetry

Ode to Gratitude; Marcus Moreno

Pedro Stories Secret Santa

Pedge Bookshop Art

Crime + Punishment

Fantastic Four

The Oberyn Days

Javi's Afterglow

Pike's Picture

Friendly Frankie

Pena's Pose

Dostoyevsky + the Slutty Knee

Dostyevsky + The Dream

All About Eve

April Showers Prompt

Disability Visibility

Clint's Freaky Tales

Fink's Phrases

The Last of Us

Mister Fantastic

Pedge Pose

What Happened to Belen?

Through the Valley

Belen

Hold You Me

Mustafa's New Anthology

God Said No

Baby Pedge

Laker's Shirt

Critic's Choice

The Uninvited

Cannes (Eddington)

WIP; In Cold Blood

Pinterest Mood Boards

Thanks @inept-the-magnificent for that fun Pinterest prompt, it made me realize how much I enjoy those quick little vibes and snacks. Pop on Pinterest and select your top 5 images for celebrity, beverage, fashion, aesthetic and style. Meanwhile, what if we tried a Moodboard Monday?

I know Papi, if only the answers always came so easily...

Sexy Series Masterlist

Pedge says that one of his favorite pastimes is Therapeutic Smut. Although he wants me to convey that he is not a registered clinician, Pedge is very interested in discussing challenging topics like self-expression, identity, and spirituality but likes it with a side of sexiness. These are all RPF so please proceed with caution . Come join us on the cuddle coach if you are 18+...

Knitting Back Together

Rocky Road

Sweet Dreams

Euphoria

The Purpose of Pleasure

Intimacy and Empathy

The Boxing Match

Intoxicated

A Sense of Pride

Use Somebody

Death of Self

Pedge Poems

Pedro Scouts was my first official Tumblr activity and Pedge and I are a little sad the fun is over. We've written a saucy RPF limerick as a poem of appreciation for all the amazing writers who contribute to the fandom to keep our sexy dreams alive and kicking! We confess, this one got a bit naughty! Thanks @pedroscouts for a fun time!

You started by taking the pledge Then bumped into someone named Pedge Now crushing fast you want it to last And wonder if he likes to edge? Another hot day you went fishing, But found yourself quietly wishing That you were his bait, you couldn’t quite wait And soon ditched the fishing for kissing. An evening or two you conspired On how one might start a bonfire After a match your lips you did latch And soon it consumed your desire. He says he’s a boy from abroad, And seems to possess a broad bod When pitching a tent, his manhood he lent And thus had you chanting, “Oh GOD!” One day was a bit of a bore You prepped at the camp to make s’mores It got a bit lick-y and sexy time sticky He called you his sweet little whore. Last week in the tent, feeling bossy, You opted to get a bit saucy You said “lookie-lookie”, come eat my scout cookie Until all your lips became glossy. A dinner of beans seemed so easy, But bubbled into something breezy You started to toot, then Pedro taboot And later you came, easy peezy. When you and Pedge started the summer Things were a bit of a bummer But now as a Scout you no longer pout And Pedge loves an everyday hummer Fandoms are fun ways for friending With people in need of some mending Together we band, while lending a hand Enjoying our night’s “happy endings”!

@pedroscouts @goodwithcheese

Pedro Scouts of Tumblr!

I did it! 60 badges and glamping has never been better! A big thank you to Pedro Scouts for organizing such fun activities, we can't wait till next year! Pedge is trying to roast smores in the living room over a toaster oven, so I've gotta go! We have achieved the Rank of Full Intercourse :) Pedge is reminding me there are many healthy definitions of sexy fulfillment, but it's hard to argue with the Big "O"...Thank you @pedroscouts, we are very satiated.

Pedro Scouts: Glamping Pedro Scouts Beat the Heat Ice Cream Social Pedro Scouts: Let's Get It Up Pedge's Bonfire Happy Ending

Hey beauties! Welcome to Pedge's World, our little corner of the digital universe where healing, freedom and chocolate chip cookies reign supreme! Pedge helps me sort through all of my sad, sexy, angry, euphoric, hungry, cranky, spiritual, creative moods! I hope you will join us! 18+, no minors!

Sexy Series Masterlist (RPF)

Let's Stick Together!

Art Projects Dieter's Art Studio; My Darling Muse

Afterglow Series Dead Dove December; The Deepest Cut

Pedge's Campsite

Fun With Mood Boards!

Pedro Boys

Pedro Posts, Polls and Prompts

Pedge's Juke Box

Pedge Tweets!

Pedge's Bookshop

Pedge's Cinema

Death of Self Giflet

Triggers: description of orgasm 1st person POV, intimacy, implied death/rebirth

In a therapeutic context, many psychoanalysts argue the death and rebirth of self is manifested through intimacy. But in this moment, all P knew was that you were going to be the death of him. Wave after wave of pleasure cycled through his body in an endless pulse as you enveloped his every sense. He could feel his soul expand and take flight with every breath, eyes fluttering open in lucid milliseconds of awe. Overpowering. Overwhelming. Incomprehensible. His body was incapable of housing the euphoria that was pouring over him and out of him. Floating somewhere between clarity and oblivion he transcended thought, emotion and time. He was everything and nothing, evaporating and cascading, shattering and coalescing, over and over again in an eternal cycle. Unable to contain the utopia, he exploded in a beam of light, splitting the universe in half, soul spilling forward. Dying to self and being reborn in your arms.

Pedro Party!

Oooh, can we make this a thing? Of course, every day is a good day to celebrate PP, but this Friday is ESPECIALLY joyful because it's time to hit the dance floor! Alright Pedge! I see some of those moves from last night, we are, of course, aware of your many talents! Yes, I think the disco ball is actually in the closet, give me a second....

In any case, as Pedge proceeds to "bust a move" (hopefully without irritating his lower back) I've been wondering how our favorite PP characters would celebrate Pedro with us?

Let's keep the party going and thank you @sp00kymulderr for such a fun idea! Yes, Pedge, I will save you a dance and get to work on those chocolate chip cookies...

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...

The One With Pedge

This morning I awoke to discover my favorite social media writer is temporarily exiting the literary fandom, and I had the difficult duty of notifying Pedge the Therapist of this possibility. He promptly burst into tears. I gently reminded him that this is slightly unprofessional therapist conduct, and later we could have some chocolate chip cookies, if that would help.

I was hoping he might offer some words of wisdom for the writing fandom, but he has currently passed out from grief in the kitchen, and I am fanning him with a frond from Roman Centurion days. But as he recovers I would first like to offer my support and encouragement for any artists who need to protect their creative sensibilities. Pedge the Therapist calls us “The Sensitives” and he’s correct in the best SENSE of the word. Artists are seekers of truth, beauty and love and it’s important to protect that process. 

Pedge has a bad case of the sniffles, but I have gone on to remind him that art is a very personal and intimate expression of self, and anyone willing to do that is deserving of our support. For that matter, I’ve also recently heard of some digital plagiarism and bullying tactics that make personal expression even more challenging than it already is.

Oh my! Pedge, put that down! That’s my favorite vase! Stawwwwwp! I’m sorry, Pedge is pursuing the therapeutic technique of throwing a well timed temper tantrum, I just wish he would use the plethora of stuffies I have, rather than my Lego Sets. Alright good, Pedge, get it all out! Injustice should make us angry! Afterwards, we can seek out every opportunity to extend kindness, gratitude and love. 

I know, Pedge. He says, “This is why we can’t have nice things”. Put that whiskey back, it’s only 11am in the morning! Good heavens. I will take this moment to remind us that other than his extensive time at Tisch, deconstruction of the human condition through the arts, and apparent love of shrooms, Pedge the Therapist is not a a registered clinician. HOWEVER, he would like to remind us all that kindness is the tool of the day and please continue to protect your inner artistic child with a ferocity only paralleled by Marcus Acacius.

Sigh. Alright, we had a good cry, engaged in primal scream…actually later we might enjoy some healthy sexy time activities to release our inner aggression. Pedge is also asking about those chocolate chip cookies. With that, I say a hearty thank you to ALL the beauty and artistry I continue to enjoy within and without.  You continue to inspire me.

Yes, Pedge we can now have some cuddle time and listen to “Purple Rain”.

Sending love. Sending cookies. And sending Pedge :)

Use Somebody Song Fic

It's finally here! As per the amazing Song List by MK Frazier, y'all voted on Pedro's favorite selections and the results are in!

Triggers: Soft Dom dynamic, smut, toys, feather, edible wax, silk restraints, safe words, consent, M oral receiving, unprotected P/V in committed relationship, hair pulling, tummy kink, F is described as able bodied/long hair, exploration of intimacy...

I've been roaming around, always lookin' down at all I see Painted faces fill the places I can't reach You know that I could use somebody Someone like you and all you know and how you speak Countless lovers under cover of the street Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep Wagin' wars to shape the poet and the beat I hope it's gonna make you notice Someone like me I'm ready now Someone like you…

You looked over at Pedge who was laughing uproariously, eyes alight, watching the television screen like a little kid. The corners of your mouth turned up in delight, but truthfully, you weren’t watching the tv at all. It’s true, Pedge was enough to distract anyone from the allure of the cinema, but you had been particularly silent all evening, twiddling your thumbs with a grandiose plan. You bit your lip in anticipation as the commercials began to scroll and Pedge muted the tv.

“That wasn’t even scripted. It was totally improvised, I mean if you can believe everything you read on the internet…” he reached over to massage your upper thigh as you jumped about a foot.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he halted his ill-timed massage. “You know, you’ve been really quiet all night, did you want to watch something else?” he ventured, shutting off the tv.

Your response became even more tight lipped as your eyes widened to saucer shape, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Babe, did I miss something? Everything okay at work?” Pedge started to spiral slightly, unsure of the tone of your upcoming conversation.

“I’m a little…embarrassed…” you began “…or…excited…Maybe both? I’m not quite sure what I’m feeling…”.

Pedge held his breath hesitantly; imagination running wild.

“I’m a little unsure of my next therapeutic request…for our…sexy time adventures…”. This wasn’t coming out the way you had rehearsed in your mind. So much for the art of seduction.

Pedge breathed a small sigh of relief, moving his hand back up your thigh reassuringly, “There’s nothing you can suggest I’m not open to” he smiled. “I mean, I can’t promise to LIKE everything, but I’m a pretty open minded guy. Lemme have it.” He placed his hands in his lap, obediently, waiting for your next move.

“The Dom/Sub dynamic…”

“YES!” he pumped his fist theatrically, eliciting small giggles from you immediately at his enthusiasm. His face resumed an overtly somber expression. “Go on.” You started to breathe normally again, delighted with his expected response, but relaxing your shoulders as he began to massage your feet.

“The Dom/Sub dynamic has caught my attention once again…”

“Babe, let me stop you right there. In anticipation of your request I’ve ordered a few…accoutrements for our sexy time adventures, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be interested…” he began.

Your mouth fell open in surprise, eyes squinting with incredulity. “I’m sorry, have you been developing your powers of telepathy?” you laughed, crawling onto his lap in a smooth motion and placing your hands on either side of his patchy beard.

“That’s correct. I can tell you’ve been doing the same, since you divined my pursuits” he joked, layering his hands over yours and kissing you lightly on the mouth. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about all evening?”

“Yeaaaaaah….” you pouted “but it’s a bit more complicated, as usual…” you continued. “Everything I was reading about never made any sense. I mean, not for me and my desires. There was all this stuff about humiliation, and degradation…and whips and shackles…”

“WHIPS AND SHACKLES?” his eyes lit up even more than before, grinning broadly from ear to ear and digging his fingers into your waist aggressively.

“Hold up there, mister!” you laughed, squirming underneath his touch “As fun as that sounds I might have to work up to it” you admitted. “I’m a soft Dom”.

Pedge halted for a second, aligning himself with what you just said and swallowing loudly. “A soft dom” he phrased it not as a question, but as a statement, opening himself up to the possibility.

“The softest” you whispered, sucking on his neck with feather light kisses. You felt his body shudder underneath you slightly as you blew a light breath over the wet marks your lips had left. “I’m actually a little concerned for your safety” you teased, somewhat jokingly, but with caution.

“I can be soft” he intoned, chest rumbling with depth.

“You’re not gonna be soft…” you reached down to start massaging his length gently “you’re gonna be hard” you began, feeling him melt underneath you and twitch with anticipation.

“When do we start?”

Pedge may have purchased a few items of interest, but you had been planning this possibility for a month. You set up a small table of toys at the side of the bed, as Pedge lay excitedly, waiting for instruction, and thumbing through the bondage cards in his lap.

“Are you ready for me?” you called from the bathroom, prepping yourself with nervousness.

“Honey, after that monologue you gave me in the living room, I don’t even know what to be ready for…” he admitted “I guess I’m….ready for anything!” his voice cracked slightly trying to find a mix of confidence and vulnerability.

“Okayeeee, ready or not, here I come!” you taunted, emerging from the bathroom in the pinkest of negligees you had ever purchased. Your breasts were on full voluptuous display, and the pink lace parted at your crotch for easy access. Pedge’s mouth dropped open, voraciously drinking you in, as the cards sloppily fell to the ground.

“Oops!” you giggled, dropping to your knees and sweeping up the cards for later games, and placing them back on the table.

“What do I do first?” he whispered, unsure of where to put his hands.

“Well, this is all about consent. You’re gonna give me an enthusiastic yes for everything before we do it” you drawled, watching his head nod in agreement. “It’s not a game, this is very real” you assured him, slowly picking up the large pink feather from the bedside table.

“What’re you gonna do with that?” he grinned brightly, rubbing his feet together with excitement.

“Just relax, sir. If I tell you everything that’s going to happen tonight, you’re not going to be surprised. Close your eyes for me”. Pedge snapped his eyes shut quickly, palms up on the bed, waiting for…something. You smiled to yourself, twirling the large feather in your hand. Oh this was gonna be fun. And nobody was gonna get hurt in the process. You were gonna take this man’s soul apart, and put him back together again.

You saw Pedge trying to steady himself, breathing deeply. One minute went by. Two minutes. You looked over at the table of toys in amazement. Silk restraints, a pink paddle…your eyes widened at the…spreader bar? You bit your lip with anticipation, moving to the side of the bed stealthily, feeling a powerful throbbing sensation between your legs, slightly intoxicated with the soft power flowing through your veins. When you finally dangled the feather above his belly button he jumped with sensitivity, hissing in surprise.

“Sorry babe, this is kind of uncharted territory” he apologized, opening one eye to find you gazing down at him intently.

“Was that a little too soft?” you questioned licking your lips hungrily, drawing the feather up and down his torso and between his legs.

“Don’t know” he laughed with some embarrassment. “I’m not used to being this…uh…pliant. But I’m all about the YES!” Pedge shifted innocently, balling his fists tightly alongside him on the bed. “Relax” you whispered into his ear, watching him melt into the mattress as you dragged the feather over his face seductively. Ghosting your lips over his face, his jaw, and his neck. Watching his chest rise and fall quickly, unsure of which sensation to anticipate next.

“It’sall pretty new” he sighed, relaxing his fingers and wiggling slightly in an attempt to relieve the tension. You smiled with acknowledgement, reaching over for a new toy. 

“I can see that” you observed, relishing his online selection with inquisitiveness and lighting a candle to prep.

He cleared his throat with momentary discomfort, “Yeah, we can indulge our inner arsonist…as long as we don’t accidentally light the apartment on fire” he laughed, jaw immediately slackening as you dangled the candle precariously over his soft stomach. He tried to stifle a loud gulp as you tentatively dipped your pinky in, to check the temperature. “It’s a little hot” you warned, bringing your finger into your mouth and sucking the wax.

Pedge bobbed his head enthusiastically, all words momentarily flung out of his mind.

“Strawberry! How’d you know?” you twinkled, dragging your tongue across your teeth like a Cheshire Cat, beaming at his proud response. Dipping into the melted wax you plunged your coated finger into his belly button eliciting a soft hum as he twitched underneath contentedly. 

“More” he whispered, “please”, attempting to calm the shake in his voice.

You felt the corners of your mouth tug upward as you began to drip a messy, snaking line of edible wax across the plane of his stomach. Now salivating as his skin glistened and puckered, you heard him hiss beneath you, writhing with the tickling sensation. Carefully setting the candle back, you crawled up and straddled his hips drawing a long, strong swipe of your tongue from navel to sternum, never breaking eye contact to see his response. His eyes darkened, white knuckling the sheets with intensity.

“That tickles” he rasped.

“I thought it might” you managed to get out before sucking at his nipples and nibbling down his torso. It was a pretty messy venture, licking and biting to catch all the waxy remnants. His hands gently gripped your head, massaging his fingers through your scalp.

“Is this okay? Can I touch you?” his voice had a gravelly edge to it, as you sucked into his navel.

“Absolutely” you mumbled into his belly button, relishing the strawberry snack. Finally reaching his happy trail you inhaled deeply, moving the tip of your nose in a broad circle, soaking in the musky aroma of his arousal and moaning with approval. Pausing to breathe and resting your chin just above his stomach you noticed his forehead wrinkling in concentration. You reached up to draw your fingers across his eyebrows. “Look at me for a second…”, you coo’d watching his eyes fly open confusedly.

“Am I doing it wrong?” he blurted out with concern.

Reaching up to circle your fingers around his nipples and pinching playfully. “No such thing, my honey” you dripped, feeling pools of desire between your legs, magnetically drawn to the steady heat of his body. You dragged your hands broadly down his sticky, wax coated chest.

“I don’t know any ‘supposed to’s’ really. I just like the way you feel. I wanna make sure you like the way you feel…” you explained, drawing your fingers down his sides and back up, watching the goosebumps splay across his honeyed skin. “Did you know that you have all the power right now?”

“I do?” he sparkled, completely mesmerized by the soft, open creature atop him.

“Yeahhhh…” you sighed, reaching over for the silk restraints and drawing them between your fingers seductively. His eyes glazed over as you drew his wrists together in front of his body, placing them over his stomach.  “But sometimes you don’t want that…” you started to wrap the silken fabric loosely around his wrists, kissing his fingers and biting at them softly.

“I don’t” he uttered somewhere between a question and an answer, completely lost in this new activity and your hypnotic stare. You leaned forward, vibrating into the soft suckle of his mouth as he exhaled beneath you.

“Oh yes” you breathed. “You can already feel yourself losing control just a little…”

“I can” his eyelids fluttered shut as he absentmindedly bucked his hips slightly with anticipation. 

“Tell me how your body feels” you questioned, gently sucking on his earlobe.

He swallowed dryly, keeping his eyes closed with determination. “I’m feeling…floaty…a little nervousssss…” he inhaled quickly with surprise.

You had reached behind you to hold his length in the palm of your hand, feathering your fingertips down the shaft and arriving at the tip which was dripping precum. He mewled happily as you slid your body down his torso, grabbing at his chest and nuzzling your face back into his manhood. Hovering over his stiffening member you decided to kitten lick the head, swirling the fleshy underside of your tongue around the tip and enjoying the salty taste.

“That’s okay, because you’re going to feel softer and softer and softer…” you VERY carefully grazed your teeth over his plumping length “as you get harder and harder and harder”. A whisper of a moan flew from his lips as he desperately tried to stay still.

Keeping your eyes trained on him you gently suckled at the tip, bobbing your head lightly and fluttering your tongue in butterfly like movements.

“Oh gawwwwd” he broke the silence, nearly startling you with the force of his voice “Fuuuuuck…” he whimpered, a nearly pained expression crossing his face. “It’s….uhgn…so….OH…soooooo….” you reached up to massage the underside of his quads and buttocks. Sucking and massaging and swirling and pinching.

Pedge started babbling incoherently, his sentences occasionally laced with words, “Baby it’s….OH GOD…I can’t quite….OH GOD…if I just….OH GOD…”. You could see a film of sweat start to coat his forehead, shining in the candle’s flickering light, as he bit his lower lip, nearly drawing blood.

Your eyes grew wide with intensity, trying to read his body and the many sensations. You felt that quintessential tightening in his lower body and a light tremor, but truthfully, something seemed a little off. You slowed your approach, watching his face relax with relief, and pull your lips down his member with a satisfying pop.

“Honey? Talk to me, do I need to go slower…” you asked with concern.

He seemed at a loss for words, eyes glazed over with an unreadable emotion.

“So much” he was breathing heavily, collapsed back on the bed, voice nearly cracking with effort. You quickly reached up and undid the restraints. 

“Do we need to stop?” you tried to hide the urgency in your voice, but your worst fears were starting to materialize in your imagination. You tenderly massaged his wrists and kissed the inner palm of his hand cautiously. “Why didn’t you use your safe word? Did you forget?” your heart started fidgeting wildly in your chest. Pedge caught his breath and gathered his surroundings again, taking you in with the tender gaze of his brown eyes.

“Honey” he started, tearing up ever so slightly. “Is this what it’s like for you?” he ventured, rubbing his eyes with emotion and trying to pull himself back together.

“What do you mean?” you asked in a hushed tone, wildly concerned you had overstepped.

“So beautiful” he reached up and cupped your face with one hand. “So beautiful” he repeated, as you closed your eyes and hummed contentedly. “I can’t…” he dropped his hands with exasperation. “I started floating away” he laughed tiredly, falling back on the bed with incredulity. “It was like…I couldn’t say no” he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment.

Your cheeks reddened with pride, pulling his hands lightly away from his face. “We can stop if it’s too much” you drew your finger across his bottom lip. “Are you having a hard time letting go?”

He nodded. “I just wasn’t ready for how soft everything was…I’ve never felt…like that…Like…I was you. Or, something weird. Like…my body…wasn’t here…or….it was everywhere….Jesus, what candle did I buy???” he started laughing with abandon.

You smiled, giggling with relief, “Should we stop now?” you thumbed his chin playfully, waiting for further instructions.

“Gawd no!” he whined, lifting you underneath your elbows and biting at your neck. “That was fucking amazing! I just need another chance…I’m the YES man!” he seemed to get a second wind, determined to demonstrate his willingness.

Your entire countenance collapsed with relief, hugging him tightly and passionately kissing him till you were both out of breath.

“Okay, take two” you smiled. “Now we know what we’re doing, that was just the sexy time rehearsal” you smirked, starting to move your hips in a circular motion over his stomach. Pedge took a deep breath, grazing his hands over your breasts and massaging lightly.

“Understood” he swallowed.

“And you remember your safe word?”

You started sucking lightly at his neck.

“YES!”

“And you’re going to use it if you feel yourself going somewhere you don’t like?”

You kissed down his sternum and swirled your tongue across his mid-drift.

“Oh yes….” he whimpered, begin to harden again underneath you.

“Because you want to let go for me…You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”

You looked up to see him wordlessly mouth “yes” as you massaged his length up and down

You eased down to notch the tip of him at your dripping entrance as he brought his hands under the orbs of your ass, in a basket hold. Slowly, so very slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, taking in every delightful inch, sheathing yourself around his member. Dropping your head forward, your hair cascaded around you both in messy ringlets, pressing your hands into his chest for support. A low groan rumbled through his sternum as you both took a moment to enjoy the connection of your joined bodies, breathing in tandem and moving to intertwine your fingers through his locks of hair.

“You’re minnnnne….” you growled enticingly, eyes lustfully at half mast, drawing your fingers harshly across his scalp and pulling the hair taut. “Do you want that? Do you want to be mine?”.

“Minnnne, ohhhh, yes…soooo…much…yourssss….” he repeated as you circled your hips in a languid pattern.

“And you’re going to let me use you” you moaned, gaining intensity and moving your hands lightly to the sides of his neck, as he drew his knees up under your body for leverage.

“Uuu—-uuuu—-uuse me” he started to intone, beginning to unravel underneath your body.

“And you can just let…” you gasped slightly, feeling him twitch inside you “you can just let go, because I’ve got you. I’ve got you…I’ve got you…” you started whispering on repeat, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment and floating into your own euphoria.

You felt P’s hips stutter and begin to shake with abandon, gripping the base of his neck as the pleasure intensified beyond belief. A white hot, searing light began to radiate through your core, rushing upwards and sideways and engulfing your body in flames of desire. Completely overwhelming, completely overpowering. You heard your voice release in ecstasy, outside of your own body, aglow with sensation.

In a haze of weightlessness and timelessness you felt P pulse underneath you as you fluttered around him. Strong arms gripped you around your torso as he came hard with ribbon after ribbon of heat, pouring into you and through you and dripping out of you. Melting into each other’s bodies you fell sideways in an embrace, intertwined in delight. Breathing heavily, you floated between disembodiment and pure clarity, feeling his length housed securely in your sex, still throbbing around him.

Being still. Coming back into your own body, feeling your breath expand outward, piecing your soul back together, your eyelids fluttered open to regain a sense of reality. 

And there he was. Eyes closed in rapture, smiling contentedly, lips parted peacefully. 

Yours. 

You kissed him lightly on the mouth, and as though breathing life into him, his eyes opened, reflecting dark pools of tranquility. You lay, nose to nose, breathing one another in and out for what seemed like an eternity, afraid to break the moment.

A single tear slid down your cheek as he reached up to wipe it away.

“Yes” he said. “A thousand times, yes”.

Charcuterie Challenge

Pedge and I were pretty late to the game on this one but I couldn't get the @happypedrohours Charcuterie Challenge out of my head and off of my plate. So here we are with the last minute offering! I'm not as familiar with Marcus Pike, but @perotovar and I noticed that he seems to be eating a lot, and we have no complaints here!

Ingredients

Candy Coating sweet as Marcus Sprinkles for the sparkle of life Parchment Paper for Sexy Messiness

Directions

Fall in love with Marcus Pike. Obvs. Place parchment paper on a baking sheet. Read your daily sexy fics until you are hawt as hell. That will make it easier to melt your candy coating as quickly as possible. Dip the pretzels half of the way into the candy coating (allow Marcus to lick the coating off of your fingers and other extremities). Place the candy coated pretzel on the parchment and cover with sprinkles, if you’re not already on the floor, kissing and hugging each other in a sweet, sticky mess. If you find yourself overheating, place in freezer. Oooops! Just the pretzels, not Marcus, he won’t fit!

Enjoy sexy time ASAP. Have pretzels for after-sex-time snack, and stay salty!

Salty Poetry

Body quivers as hot palms touch me Arousal is written all over my face Wrapped inside two muscular arms Ten fingers lock in a tight embrace. Warm breath tickles satin shoulders Skin lights up with an electric charge Hot lips nuzzle chiseled naked flesh And a solid man part shows large. Sweet plum bosom tips point at you Fiery tongue caress the crimson peaks Squeals spill from my red parted lips Soft nibbles steal breaths-cannot speak. My whimpers drive granite to throb Arousal lights cheeks with a pink glow Sweaty bodies flex into pretzel twists Nimble fingers flick the creamy flow.

Credit: Deborahlee, 2016, @happypedrohours

Pedro Scouts Beat the Heat

Pedge and I have been having an amazing time with @pedroscouts Summer Fun, though steadily getting hotter. Excited to hear our upcoming Sunday badges, Pedge and I are several steps from the next ranking! But we are ready to rough it. Happy Summer Fun my fellow Scouts. Let's keep it hawt!

Ice Cream Social Sweet Treats Posted a Poll Pedro Party Bookshop AU Snooze @tightjeansjavi A Lover's Pinch @hier--soir Miller's Book Nook @whocaresstillthelouvre Whump Ouch! @joellastofus Take a Moment to Breathe @tightjeansjavi Too Young to Die @starry-eyes-love Javi Gutierrez Are You Alright, Honey? @javigutierrez Poolside @joelscruff Slow @morallyinept Marcus Pike Charcuterie Challenge Lost In Our Vices @thetriumphantpanda I'll Crawl Home to Her Second Chances @pedroscurls Angst Limits @randofantfic Teacher's Pet @javiscigarette Cinnabon @strang3lov3 Midnight Kisses @bluebeary-jay Platonic Love Nobody Else But You @writersblog20 Accidentally Discoursed The One With Pedge and Jett Be Good to Yourself and Be Good to Others @morallyinept Found Family Mr. and Mrs. Miller @mrsmando You Make Loving Fun @javierpena-inatacvest

Pedro Scouts Ice Cream Social

Pedge and I had the sweetest time this Sundae for the @pedroscouts Ice Cream Social! As a Tumblr newbie, this is the most corresponding I've ever done and the amazing writers did not disappoint! A special thank you to Pedro Scouts for the fun summer activities! Now, if you'll excuse me, Pedge and I are going to enjoy our nuts and cherries! Hope we don't make too much of a sticky mess...Happy socializing!

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Indulgent @maggiemayhemnj Rocky Road

Knitting Back Together

Hey folks! I don't know about you but I find interviews with PP to be deeply therapeutic. He's said a number of things I try to speak to myself in self help moments and I hope this FICTIONAL encounter that references some of those quotes is helpful!

Triggers: SH references, scarring, un-alive ideation, hurt/comfort, anxiety attack, discussions of death, spirituality, slight profanity, childhood memories, depression, mother relationships etc...

“Baaaaabe! I’m home!” Pedge exclaimed from the front door, gripping one bag in his mouth and precariously balancing phone, keys and coffee in one hand. Slamming the door shut, he immediately paused at the mausoleum like attitude that forced the air out of the room, oppressing everything in its path. “Baaaaabe?”

He piled everything at the door entrance, looking over at the coffee table to see your keys, book bag and water bottle sitting in loneliness. Furrowing his brow, he bit his lip with concern. This wasn’t good. He did a quick surveillance of the living room to make sure nothing was broken. That’s ridiculous. An over-reaction. You’re probably just taking a nap. At…7pm in the evening? He took a deep breath, calmly walking down the hallway towards your bedroom door which was slightly ajar. “Babe?”

His breath caught in his throat seeing your sedentary figure, piled under copious blankets, a mug of cold tea and tissues strewn around the room.

He swallowed dryly, walking softly to the edge of the bed and sitting down carefully, so as not to jostle you. “Are you awake?” he asked, positioning his hand on the other side of your body, caging you in. Momentarily unsure of your answer, he noticed the lump of fabric, shuddering with movement and whimpering slightly. Trying to lighten the mood he continued, “If this is a burglar, I just want you to know that I only have enough food for two people, and my girlfriend is going to be VERY annoyed you are using her favorite mug.”

Silence.

Shit. Maybe this was serious. He quickly changed tactics, becoming concerned. “Can I touch you?”

More silence.

“What’s wrong? Is it your mom?” he shifted to the other side of the bed, laying down next to you.

“It’s nothing” your face crumpled slightly at the tell tale crack in your voice. A strong forearm reached over your quivering form, splaying against your abdomen and pulling you into his torso.

“I’m here” he quietly said, kissing your shoulder and slotting his hips against yours. Your resolve started to shatter as you realized you’d been holding your breath for some time now. A silent cry started to emanate from your mouth as the shaking intensified. Pedge sat up attempting to assess the situation, turning you by the shoulders and looking into your eyes with worry. You started shaking like a leaf, scrunching your face into a silent, distorted cry. He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into his body and holding you around the waist. “Breathe, pobrecita, breathe” he commanded, rubbing your back and exampling with his own breath as you shook against him. Your silence finally shattered into a heartbreaking sob as he gripped you even more tightly, rocking you back and forth.

“Can’t…breathe….can’t….breathe….” you squirmed amidst the sheets, kicking your legs in discomfort, and grabbing at his hands for purchase. He grabbed both hands in one grasp, wrapping the other arm around your waist and scooping you into his lap, holding you as you writhed and hyperventilated against his chest. “Can’t…breathe…can’t…breathe…” you twisted in desperation, shuddering against his body and bucking sporadically.

“Okay, we’re okay” he tried to steady his voice, swallowing hard as his heart pumped wildly in his chest with anxiety. “You’re holding your breath, hermosa. Exhale”. Pedge’s voice was steady, but you could hear the edge in his tone as he looked into your face. He blew a soft stream of air over your face as though cooling a warm coffee, and that broke your episode momentarily, your eyes shooting open in desperation.

“Come back, come back to me…” you could hear his voice echoing around you in a dim haze, stars punctuating the edges of your vision, enjoying the tingling sensation traveling through your fingers and across your cheeks. You crumpled slightly against his chest as your body sagged in exhaustion. “Breathe”. You could numbly feel his hands circling at your back, rubbing some life into your deregulated system.

You’re not really sure how much time passed, but your eyes fluttered open to the gray daylight, face dried and sticky with salty tears. You gazed at the particles of dust floating magically against the stream of sunlight drifting in from the windows. Another day.

You felt your body expand with breath, tilting your head up to hazily take in your bedmate. Pedge was sleepily propped up against the headboard, his lips slightly parted, arms grasped loosely around your sides. You took in a shaky breath, moving fingers delicately over his warm forearms. This man was a constant furnace; you felt the corners of your mouth tickle upward in recognition. Okay, a smile. You could still smile.

Taking a few minutes to enjoy the rise and fall of his easy breathing you tried to sink further still into his chest. If I can just disappear. Just for a second. I’m nothing. Just a breath. I’m not me. I’m you. A single tear fell, cascading down his soft stomach. I don’t feel anything. I’m that tear. I’m nothing. No feeling. No being. Just breathing.

Floating between your disassociation and internally grasping to get back into your body you heard Pedge inhale suddenly, licking his lips and gazing around the room in confusion.

“What time is it?” he rasped, blinking against the sunlight.

You gazed up at the ceiling fan which was circling in a monotonous, repetitive drone.

You tried to respond but nothing materialized.

“I’m worried about you” he whispered, rubbing his sore neck and blinking away the sleep. His eyes drifted down as your fingers trailed absentmindedly over the faded, light lines feathering your forearms. You hugged your abdomen tightly against the massive scar slicing across your pelvis.

Broken.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he ventured, lifting your chin up with one finger to gaze intently into your eyes. You wanted to be rid of this dark, self-seduction. So many words. So many feelings. It all seemed to intensify that which you couldn’t control. Your breathing hitched in your throat, picking up pace in anticipation of the next anxiety attack.

“Okay, okay, okay, my turn…” he cautioned, bringing your body close to his as the bed creaked underneath with your shifting weight. Pedge sighed heavily and swallowed hard, pondering how to offer some comfort in this moment. “Sometimes emotions feel kind of invisible…” he began, trailing his fingers over your scars pulling a small shiver from your body. “And other feelings are so vivid. Like some kind of cinematic dream…” he continued while you closed your eyes, listening to the melodious quality of his voice.

“I mean, in my life. Family. The beach. Movies. It’s like a kaleidoscope…and sometimes it’s hard to grab ahold of”. You bit your lip, holding your breath in anticipation. Pedge was always open hearted, but you didn’t want him to feel obligated, just because you couldn’t get your shit together.

“It can feel really isolating, for me. Denmark…Chile…never entirely belonging, even to yourself.” You tilted your head up with concern. “You really don’t have to…” you eeked out, already thankful for his candor.

He smiled dolefully, carrying on. “There are some things you just can’t say. Emotions that are so strong. Unless it’s a book. Or a movie! Then it’s magical. It’s sacred. It’s a kind of…church”. You nodded your head against his chest.

“I don’t really know. Sometimes you’re just so desperate to belong. I told you before, but school in CA wasn’t great. I thought I was accepted, and then I was wasn’t. Geez, adolescence sucks.” Smiling with acknowledgement, it wasn’t until Pedro grasped your hand that you realized you had absentmindedly been scratching at your forearms. You stopped short, embarrassed by the momentary lapse. He paused, licking his lips and gripping you tightly.

“What am I saying, here? It was like the parts I wanted to keep were slipping through my fingers. But the feelings I didn’t want were so visceral, it was like I couldn’t escape them.”

You felt your body relax atop him, trying to slow your breathing and take in the moment.

“I don’t really like remembering that time, but the connections. The connections with people who knew me. Like REALLY knew me and accepted me even when I didn’t accept myself” he drew his hand over his face, scratching at his beard. “Jesus…what am I even saying?” he grinned ruefully, a blush creeping up his cheeks in self-deprecation. “What does it all mean?”

You cleared your throat hesitatingly. “No, I think I get what you’re saying. Sometimes life feels intangible. Or temporary. Or larger than life. And emotions can be so strong, you just wish something would mirror that experience. Like…cinema…or…other people…” you trailed off gazing hesitantly at your largest scar digging its way through your pelvis. “Sometimes you just wish you could explain…or…not have to”. His eyebrows furrowed together sadly, tightening his lips in silence.

“Yeah, there are some things we want to express that are…wordless” he ventured, rubbing the new pinkish trails of scratches that were just plumping up, angrily. You laughed sarcastically, shaking your head disapprovingly at your own proclivities. Change.

“Anyways…I think it can be hard, following expectations other people set for us. OR we set up for ourselves. I sort of believe nobody has the right to tell us how to live our lives, as long as we don’t hurt anybody” he stopped abruptly, unsure if he had said too much.

You shifted with discomfort at the unintentional sensitivity. Nobody can hurt me more than I can hurt myself, you chided, attempting to keep that thought as silent as possible.

“I’m sorry, that’s not…” he back pedaled slightly, embarrassed at the derailed attempt, but you hugged him fiercely around the torso, eliciting a grunt of admission.

“Keep going” you pouted, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Okay…” he started over, clearing his throat. “I mean, I guess the person who probably understood me the most was MY mom”. You stopped breathing for a moment, uncertain if you should stop his narration, but desperate to hear his thoughts.

“I always liked her attention, but that’s like…a special connection. I was talking to a doctor one time and he said the times that we were separated were like…embedded in my body or something weird like that. I don’t know if I believe all that stuff, but…her love really shaped my life…” his voice broke haltingly, as he cleared his throat again, masking the emotion.

You sat up, swaying slightly at the head rush, mumbling something about getting more tea, but he grasped your upper arm sweetly. “It’s okay, just a few more minutes, I’ll get us some tea…”. You rested your head against the headboard, searching his brown eyes for a way to communicate your gratitude.

“It’s all kind of fragile. Kind of vulnerable. That’s love, and then life changes before you have a chance to notice” his lower lip wobbled with emotion as you placed your hand over his heart. You closed your eyes for a moment, smiling with approval. So much love. Everywhere. Ever-present.

He sniffled slightly speaking quickly as though afraid to stop “And sometimes it’s super confusing…the separation…the tension. The danger. I don’t really know how to reconcile that with…everything that happened. The funeral. Everything was so weird. How the universe could keep going when an entire world had stopped. It takes a really long time to feel safe again, within yourself. It’s just a lot…” he stopped suddenly a bit overwhelmed with reliving those particular memories.

“Thank you” you whispered, reaching up to catch the small tear threatening to cascade down his cheek. “She would be so proud of you” you said definitively, gripping the side of his face, finding the small heart-like patch in his beard.

“I hope so” he smiled, remembering easier times. “Be good to yourself and be good to others, right? Beeee gooooood…” he placed his hand over your heart, looking intently into your eyes.

“E.T.? Are you quoting E.T,. Mr. Cinema?” you joked.

“Maybe” he grinned, happy with your quick catch. “I mean, all that stuff was a long time ago, but sometimes I think, maybe I should talk to her more. Like we’re doing right now…” he sighed, yawning slightly.

“I think she’d like that. I know I do” you leaned back, still exhausted from the effort of thinking and feeling…and being.

“It feels silly sometimes, saying these things out loud. I like, think about her everyday and try to live it out. I don’t know, maybe that’s a kind of prayer, or a song or something…” he trailed off.

You smiled with joviality. “Is this the part where you start singing?”…

He poked you in the stomach as you crumpled in half, a little chagrined.

“Come on, you know I can’t sing”.

“You know it. I know it. But I’m glad that doesn’t seem to stop you…” you giggled, rubbing your feet together playfully. “Sometimes you’ve gotta find any way possible to express something, whether it makes sense or not”. Your attitude grew immediately somber again, sinking back into your seemingly inescapable mindset. Flitting your eyes back to his face your countenance took on a guilty expression. “Sorry I’m such a mess” you apologized.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be okay all the time. There were a lot of things I wish my mom had said, but you’ve only got so much time…Once that person you love is gone, it’s so definitive. There’s everything we want, and then there’s reality, and all this space in between.”

You listened to the hum of the ceiling fan and faint sounds of the city as it began to wake up. Another day. You sighed shakily, trying to assemble your thoughts for the day. Work. Food. Responsibility. Shit. Therapy. That was today.

Pedge coaxed you lower on the bed, sloppily pulling the comforter up and over both your heads in a makeshift tent. “I guess we’ll just stay in bed. Nobody can find us here” he whispered. “Geez, it’s so dark, I can’t even find us here…” he laughed, fumbling around and messily planting a kiss on your chin.

Wouldn’t that be nice? God, what I wouldn’t give to just disappear, all of my feelings going with it. It’s not really fair that I’m here and she’s not.

“You don’t have to do anything, you know”. You heard his voice muffled in the pillow, as though reading your thoughts. “Life is just hard. Lots of striving. Trying. I’m kinda lazy, so this is an easy one for me…” you heard a smirk in his tone. “I just mean…there’s nothing to earn. We’ve got what we’ve got, and all we can do is enjoy it while we can. Before it disappears” he paused, unsure of your reaction, in the dark.

“I hear you” you nodded, willing yourself to consider another day and all the ramifications of that one simple step forward. It didn’t have to be a good day. Just another one. And then another. And then another.

“Most of the time I’m not even sure what I’m doing. It all feels like a big mistake, still wanting all that attention, and knowing it doesn’t last. But all those wants. All those feelings, I just pour it into what I’m doing so it doesn’t…hurt me as much” he finished gently, shifting on his back and wincing slightly.

“Sorry about the sleeping arrangements last night” you hissed, sliding a hand across the mattress, just under his lower back. “I don’t think that was recommended by AARP”.

“Ouch” he parried. “I’ve still got another year before that, thank you very much…”.

You stretched, catlike, feeling light headed and humming slightly.

“Do you want some food? I can make that tea…” he offered.

“Noooo, let’s just stay like this for a little forever longer” you whined, curling up next to him, thankful for the thoughts he had shared. Feeling yourself knitting back together slightly, at least enough to conquer the day.

“Fine by me” he yawned, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. Just two people. Surviving a day. Surviving a life. And trying to knit themselves back together.

Here is some beautiful artwork designed by Marsha Onderstijn and coupled with a Mary Oliver poem called "The Life of Death". I noticed it on the Insta and Pedro Pascal similarly liked...Blessings on our collective healing!

Pedge Paints Refugee Day

Beldro Ramscal posted about Refugee Day with beautiful poetry and support! Included is also the Pedro narration of Chilean, Pulitzer Price Winning Poet Gabriela Mistral piece, "Give Me Your Hand", set to the Chilean National Anthem...

Pedro Scouts Let's Get It Up!

I've been falling behind on my @pedroscouts badge assembly and Pedge reminded me of such. Recently on our camp picnic he mentioned some stellar examples of his hawt-ness. I invite you to join our picnic at your leisure. I have a separate reblog account @pedrotease for all the deets...

Rom Com: I Am Seeing Stars...@fairies-in-the-garden Forced Proximity: What She Wants...Anywhere @inthe-dark-tonight Dark Fic: Shh...Just a Little Bit More (Spicy Version) @mountainsandmayhem Max Phillips: Cinnamon Rolls @daddy-dins-girl Awakened a Kink: Pussycat @flowing-between-space Googled a Term: Euphoria (fourchette?) Din Djarin: Like a Virgin @iamasaddie Musings @obislittleone Fan Art @gffa Bed Time @abigaillarson Fluff: The Nightmare @pedropascallme Soul Mates: Fortnight @mermaidgirl30 Oberyn: Unshelled @inept-the-magnificent My Way @lincolndjarin Little Dove @palioom Horror: I Hate When You're Right @punkshort Stay In the Light @mermaidgirl30 Procedural: Honey-Do List @kiwisbell How to Do Your Hair @talaok Writer's Masterlist @pedrostories Gym Routine @mountain-maiden How to Manifest @writersblog20 Meet Cute: The Shop Around the Corner @sawymredfox PWP: Threesome @rottiens

Thanks @pedroscouts for these fun summer activities!

Pedro Scouts Glamping

A big thank you to @pedroscouts for this fun summer time activity! I ran into Pedge and he gently mentioned that my solo tent was a bit messy. He suggested some after care and a light massage because I was such a hot mess, so I've organized myself a bit more.

Ranks/Pledge I Pledge to Pedge Song Fic Use SomebodyPedge's Favorites Fan Art Papi Pascal Personal ArtJoel Miller @norththelemon Ellie and Joel @pebblume Din and Grogu @lupinsuniverse Game of Thrones Era @craftingwithamyc Esquire Magazine @saminadorazahi Beldro Ramscal Marcus Moreno We Can Be Heroes @firsttarotreader Cockwarming @flightlessangelwings Coffee Shop Coffee Shop Date @mermaidgirl30 Routine @endlessthxxghts Dieter Salt, Shot, Lime @freelancearsonist Enemies to Lovers Enjoy the Silence @strang3lov3 Whiskey Daniels How Much Does Devotion Weigh? @anabdaniels Ezra How to Write for Ezra @morallyinept Helianthus Fan Art @millersblud Sex Pollen Scarlet Haze @katiexpunk Only One Bed Killing Me Softly Series @alltheirdamn Frankie Morales Do You Feel It Too? @burntheedges Fluff + Smut Is Joel Okay? @djarinmuse Hurt/Comfort I Know Who You Are Series @punkshortChronicSweet DreamsNothing Hits Quite Like That First Kiss @backtothefanfictionYou're My Stranger In the Dark @lady-of-glass-and-bone Slow Burn Pike's Place Joel Miller Somewhere to Run @punkshortJust Ralphy @ameerawrites

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's very important that I continue earning badges. Pedge assures me that the reward of personal hard work is quite fulfilling and I'm not just talking about scout cookies. Happy summer activities!

Pedge Paints Pride!

Pedge the Therapist

Hey folks! Pedge and I have been enjoying some of our @pedroscouts summer activities. He wanted me to take a moment to remind you of some important self-help concepts! There are so many challenges you might encounter even when you find yourself on your summer vacation! Don't forget to chillax a little, grab a drink and remind yourself of what you are grateful for!

I confess today I found myself stuck in my cabin almost all day long! I wasn't really feeling much in the mood for a hike. But Pedge reminded me that tomorrow is a new day and going out for a brisk walk can help to set your mood a-right!

Taking some special time to chat with your friends during those stressful moments or making new friends with your fellow camp mates might make a big difference! You are so friendly and valuable! Everyone enjoys your presence.

Or maybe it's a good moment to get yourself a little treat! You've been working very hard and you deserve a special reward! Scout cookies may not be in your cabin, but some yummy vegetables or a summer sweet might hit the spot!

In short, don't forget to enjoy all of your summer camp activities and don't forget to be good to yourself and be good to others! By golly Pedge is thankful you're alive!

Now gather around the fire for some sexy stories before night night and tuck yourself into bed! You've got a big day ahead of you and the world is yours to conquer! Thanks @pedroscouts for inspiring us this summer!

@goodwithcheese

A Sense of Pride

Hey beautiessss! I wanted to write something specifically for pride, entirely self indulgent, and based in my own limited experience. If this doesn't describe you, it doesn't describe you! But hopefully it speaks to inclusion, positivity and self love, in all it's forms!

Triggers: nothing big! a little self doubt, little profanity, mostly fluff a little implied smut, fictional exploration of orientation with our Therapist Pedge and loving support of the LGBTQIA+ community, I've also tried to write w/o gender pronouns so Therapist Pedge can love on us all...

“I brought Thai foooood!” Pedge sang out from the doorway of your apartment, balancing several bags and books precariously in his arms and dumping them unceremoniously on the ground.

“K” a voice responded from the living room.

Silence.

“Alright, not the tone of enthusiasm I was expecting…” Pedge rounded the corner to find the top of your head hovering behind your computer screen and assorted merchandise strewn haphazardly around the room.

“Whoaaaa…babe. Are we hosting the Pride Parade this year in the living room, cause we’re gonna need a bigger boat…” P grinned broadly, hanging a rainbow flag around his neck, and draping his arms around your shoulders.

You quickly slammed the laptop shut, looking around the room, slightly chagrined. “I may have gone a little overboard at Walmart while you were gone” you blushed.

“I mean, I’m LOVING the new decor” he nodded in approval “though, a little surprised! Feeling all the ally feelings? Are you a Leprechaun and you didn’t tell me?”

Silence.

“Tell me about your meetings” you stalled, setting the laptop quickly on the coffee table.

He took a heavy breath, plopping down on the couch and shaking his head. “I don’t understand why we have to take these meetings in person, in the digital age. The 405 is ALWAYS a disaster area. I ran out of Nicorette on the drive home…”

“I’m ace” you interrupted, holding your breath in anticipation “maybe?” Pedge sat, unmoving, un-reactive. Apparently, non-plussed at your blunt admission.

“Does that mean…I should have gotten vegetarian, instead?” he asked, with tremendous gravitas.

Your eyebrows shot up with irritation. “I’m not joking, P! I’m fucking BROKEN!” you wailed, lightly slapping him on the chest, and starting to unravel. 

“OW!” he pouted, grabbing your hand and rubbing it over his chest in faux reproof. “You’re not broken! What are you talking about? Ace is the place with the helpful hardware folks!” he chastised, massaging your hand and smirking. “I don’t understand, but I’m curious. Bi-curious. Is this a new revelation…in the last couple hours?”

“No! I don’t know. I mean, you know…I’ve talked to you about…my background…and my…preferences…and I was looking up terms online…And then I got confused…” you trailed off, unsure of what you were trying to say.

“Honey, are you interested in less…touching? Or…maybe…not into sex…or…not into, ME?” he set your hand down in your lap with genuine interest, but trying to grab ahold of the very loose thread of understanding.

“Noooo!” you mewled, hugging him firmly around the waist and knocking the breath out of him. You grabbed him by the face, smashing your lips into his, sharing a long kiss. After a few minutes you both came up for air, you, lightly drawing your fingers through his hair and sniffling slightly.

“I gotta say, based on what I know about being ace, this doesn’t seem very on brand” he teased, with eyes closed.

You bit your lower lip in confusion, exploding in a cascade of confusing language, 

“Iwaswatchingthetelevisionshowsexeducation. Andtheyweretalkingaboutasexualityandsomeofitkindofappliedtome.ButyouknowILOVEsexthoughsometimesIfeelmorecomfortableenjoyingitalone.ButIdontwanttoBEaloneIjustdontalwaysfeellikebeingphysicalintimate. ButIthinkaboutemotionalandspiritualintimacyallthetime. AndeverybodyelsehasmoresexualpartnersthanIdoandImnotbigongenitalia. ButIdontwantyoutothinkIdontloveyou. AnddoesthismeanImandrogynous?  Thosecanthardlybethesamethings. Idontreallylikewatchingporn. AndIdontunderstandwhyImsojudgementalaboutthis? IthoughtIwasanopenmindedperson.ButmaybetheressomethingwrongwithmeandImruiningusandIllneverbehappy!”

“Okay, there’s a lot of interesting ideas to unpack there” he paused. “Did you just use the word, genitalia?”

Silence.

You both burst into uncontrollable laughter as he stroked your upper thigh hesitantly. After a few minutes, everything settled down as he sat back, gazing at you appraisingly.

“What?” you huffed, annoyed at your own theatrics and noticing the small rumble in your stomach.

“Babe…I like being with YOU. I like touching you, I like laughing with you. I like eating with you. And if you’re still okay with it…I like…eating…you” he lovingly pinched at your knee as you started giggling. “I’m excited to unpack whatever these discoveries are. And there’s nothing wrong with you or broken about anything you’re feeling. You’re just human, and humans have all different kinds of preferences. That Kinsey guy said everything is on a spectrum.”

You nodded silently, attempting to take everything in. “I was reading that some peeps don’t even think asexuality is a thing. Like I don’t even belong in ANY community…”

“I mean you know I don’t like using a lot of labels. I think sexuality is a pretty fluid thing. I’ve had lots of incredible…interactions with people over the years. Do you think I’M broken?”

“No, that’s one of the things I like BEST about you!” you blurted out. “You’re open-hearted! Sometimes I feel so closed off. How can I still be so confused?” you complained, throwing your hands up in the air.

He smiled, fingering your chin lightly. “Sex isn’t the price we pay for intimacy. Or love. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. I want to know you, that’s all.”

“Me too” you grinned, caressing his face.

Silence.

“Somebody said something about Thai?” you whispered, rubbing your legs together excitedly.

“I don’t think asexuals are allowed to eat Thai Food” he shook his head disapprovingly before you leapt onto his lap. “I read that on Google” he teased, pinching your stomach.

“So, like…if you’re bi…and I’m ace…together…we could be…bi-ased” you scrunched your nose at the disastrous attempt.

“Ewwwww” he laughed. “Race you to the Thai…”

Intoxicated

As we continue our therapeutic series, please proceed with caution. This blurb is not written to romanticize the disease of alcoholism, but to speak to concepts of control, intimacy and consent.

Triggers: alcohol, mostly fluff, implied smut, loss of control, intoxication, hmmm...maybe infantilism, if you squint...

Weeeeeeeee! You were drunk. Drunkity, drunk, drunk, drunk, druuuuuunk. You were flying high. Buzzing, floating, tipsying, trip-sying…Literally so, as Pedge grasped you around the waist, fumbling with the keys as your head lolled onto his shoulder.

“I feel goooooood…” you smiled into his neck.

“Gooood, pobrecita. Let’s get you some water and get you to bed so you can feel even better…”

“Bed…We've shared a bed…I like sleeping. We share sleeping too.”

“Mmmmhmmm…” he hummed, finally jarring the door opening and practically carrying you over the threshold.

“You’re so pretty…” you mumbled, as he awkwardly fumbled for the lights, propping you up against the wall and attempting to shut the door. “I’m pretty?” he questioned, grinning dolefully and placing a hand across your forehead, checking your temperature. “Are you hot? Do you want a shower first?”

“Yourrrr hawt…” you drawled, placing your hands on his stomach and jamming your fingers into the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed you around the waist again before you fell over, and started walking backwards towards the bedroom. “Is my little girl feeling frisky?” he pecked at your lips, innocently, attempting to maneuver you down the hallway.

“Frisky!” you repeated, immediately shutting your eyes as the room spun sideways AND backwards. You missed a few moments, finding yourself now prostrate on the bed as Pedge removed your shoes carefully, massaging your calves.

“Druuuuunk!” you sang out, accidentally kicking him in the face.

“Ouch!” he grabbed his jaw, rubbing carefully and grabbing your other foot before it connected with his chest. You were a lightweight, to be sure, generally only getting drunk…actually, he wasn’t sure if he’d EVER seen you this drunk. There was an industry event and you were coming straight from work having missed every meal, except a stale granola bar. Needless to say, the open bar had originally seemed like a good idea, but he wanted to make sure you didn’t regret it in the morning. He had other plans for the morning BUT he wasn’t sure about your preferences during intoxicated sexy time so he was playing it safe. But damn if you weren’t making this decision challenging.

“Are you mad at me?” you shifted gears dramatically, propping yourself up on your elbows, haphazardly rubbing your eyelids and smearing your mascara sideways.

“What? No! Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know….hashtagdrunk” you pouted, swallowing dryly.

“I’m mad that I let you get dehydrated and had to spend most of that event talking with people I didn’t know, rather than dancing with you…” he admitted, grabbing your hands and pulling you forward gently.

You slumped against his chest as he pulled down the zipper at the back of your dress.

“You smell nice” you slurred, sucking on his shoulder blade, through his dress shirt. He rubbed small circles against your back, breathing deeply and pulling the shoulders of the dress down to your waist. You leaned back, your bare breasts on display for him as he held the back of your neck, lowering you back on the bed.

“Do I smell nice?” you batted your eyelashes seductively, looking up into his countenance.

“Ay Dios mio, yes” he chuckled, kissing you lightly on the lips and pulling your dress off the rest of the way. He hung it lightly on the bedside chair and returned to find you dangling your feet off the side of the bed.

“Are you planning on kicking me again, or can I get you some Advil first?”

Your hands balled up in fists beside you, “SEEE! You’re mad at meeeee!” you whined, beginning to tear up.

“Okay, okay, shhhh” he lowered his weight on top of you, stroking your hair and tucking it behind your ears. “I’m not mad. I’m dehydrated. I’M thirsty. Aren’t you thirsty?”

“Drinks!” you piped up, nearly kneeing him in the crotch.

“Ah!” he grabbed your leg deftly, sliding his hand up to your ass and giving a little spank. “Caught ya that time, Ali!” he planted a small kiss on your nose.

As though transported by magic, you opened your eyes to find him vanished, immediately complaining, “Where’d you goooo? I’m lonely.”

“I know, pobrecita, I’m finding the Advil!” his voice drifted in from the bathroom as he rummaged around the medicine cabinet, drawing a glass of water.

“I’m cold!” you shivered, covering yourself with your arms and curling up into a ball.

“Shit, sorry baby…” he came back in with the Advil and water and immediately started wrapping you in the comforter.

“I’m a burrito!” you joked, scrunching your face like a small child.

“My breakfast burrito…” he teased, kissing your face and neck and forehead, and scooping you up into an embrace.

“Where’s my drink?” you confusedly pouted, unsure of…most things at this point.

“Here at Casa de Pedro we offer bedside service, please be sure to tip your waiter at your earliest convenience…” he reached over for the water and medicine. “Drink, please”.

“Bossy staff…” you managed to retort before gratefully accepting and closing your eyes contentedly. He sat back against the headboard, rocking you slightly and humming to himself for a while.

“Am I floating?” you mumbled, into his chest, grabbing at this dress shirt.

“Yes, pobrecita, we are on a cloud. We are hydrated and sleepy, very sleepy.”

“Yeah, we’re drinky…” you agreed. “BUT…that means we’re a rain cloud…and have to pee….”

“Okay” he chuckled, groaning slightly with the weight of both your bodies. Rising from a sitting position and dropping the comforter he carried you like a sack of potatoes into the bathroom. “But after this, we’re going to bed…”

“Bed!” you exclaimed eyes closed, “floating” into the restroom. He tried to set you down gently on the toilet, but you were having difficulty balancing yourself. He braced your chest with his forearm and reached over for the wet wipes. 

“You’re gonna kill me if I let you go to bed without removing that eye make-up” he said, nearly to himself.

“It’sssss raining!” you droned, finally able to relieve yourself and resting both hands on his broad shoulders, swaying a little with the effort.

“Mmmhmmm…” he murmured, pursing his lips and concentrating on cleaning your face delicately. “Is that better?”

You smiled with affection, opening your eyes dopily. But now the rain cloud started tearing up again, lips wobbling and cascading into a full on ugly cry.

“What happened?” he questioned, amusedly concerned at the shifting waters of emotion he found himself happily wading into. He stroked your face, wiping the fat, salty tears that were running every which way.

“I’m not a rain cloud. I’m ruining everythinggggg…” you whined, dropping your head on his shoulder and sobbing quietly.

“You’re not ruining anything” he comforted, rubbing your back and eventually pulling you to a standing position, steadying you as much as possible.

“But I’m a drunk rain cloud!” you cried, hiccuping slightly and collapsing your weight into his hips.

“Yes, but you’re MY drunk rain cloud” he twinkled, kissing you on the forehead.

“I am?” you muttered, now finding yourself back on the bed, unsure of how you arrived there.

“Arms up!” he encouraged, caressing the sides of your torso in an upward motion and dropping one of his large, Lakers shirts over your head. Disastrously, you tried to assist the dressing process as he wrangled you into sleepwear. Needless to say, there was a lot of giggling, hiccuping and sniffling in this endeavor, before you found yourself lying against his chest, fully ensconced in bed and floating towards happy oblivion.

“Mmmm, floaty cloud…” you droned, pulling his face towards you in a tender kiss.

“Good night, pobrecita” he smiled into your mouth, gripping you around the waist.

“Yes, good night both of us” you sloppily reached down to grab his crotch, with abandon, but noticing him stiffen in more ways than one. He wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling back, slightly. “No, pobrecita, time for sleeping” he encouraged.

“Nooooo!” you whined, pushing your breasts up against his torso and bouncing haphazardly.

“Excuse me” he doubled down, grasping your hands in front of you and kissing your mouth softly. “No thank you, rain cloud, I would like to go to sleep”.

You froze, mid bounce, completely overwhelmed with every alcohol fueled emotion that seemed possible. Fear. Guilt. Anger. Sadness. Confusion. Exhaustion. Nausea. But unable to metabolize any of it, you immediately sat up, on overload.

“You don’t want me?” you swayed from side to side, nearly knocking into the headboard.

“That is most definitely NOT the case” he smirked, grabbing your head before it hit the bedpost and massaging your scalp.

“You’re pretty and I’m not!” you moaned, starting to struggle in his grasp with petulance and scooting backwards. “You don’t want me!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…not true. Please sit still…” 

…but you were having none of it, as adrenaline pumped into your intoxicated system, fueling a small temper tantrum. Losing your grip, you fell backwards out of the bed onto the carpeted floor, pushing yourself into a teetering tower of emotion.

“Careful, hermosa, I take great care of my breakfast burritos, please come back to bed.”

“No” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest, stumbling forward and backwards. Pedge took a deep breath, unsure of how to coax a burrito OR a rain cloud back to bed, but doubly sure of its necessity as you confidently staggered in place.

He propped his head up on one hand, gazing at you mischievously. “Okay it’s time for a game.”

You pursed your lips, half-heartedly irritated, “I like games”.

“I know you do, pobrecita” he shifted to the edge of the bed, sitting up. “If you can walk a straight line from the wall to the bed we can continue this conversation horizontally…”

“Oooh!” you clapped your hands enthusiastically, rushing over to the wall, bumping into several items en route. Strangely enough, you found Pedge waiting for you, arms outstretched.

“Wow! Yourrrrr really fast, you already won the first game…” you pouted, collapsing slightly into his embrace.

“Well, I like games too” he grinned, holding you in a soft hug. “For this game, we’re gonna count to ten and then start walking, okay?”

You sleepily nodded your head into his chest, “Okay, m’ready…”

“1…2….3….4….7, 6, 5…2…”

You sighed heavily, blinking your eyes rapidly in confusion. “Those numbers are funny…you’re doing it wrong…” you complained, beginning to drift again.

“I am? Well, you’re distracting me, hermosa. Okay I better start over…1…2…3…4….3….”

Not only were your eyelids getting heavier, your whole body felt like a ton of bricks as you felt him swaying you side to side, inching towards the bed.

“M’floating straight, right?” you blearily asked, legs buckling slightly beneath you.

“Oh yes, you are definitely winning this game” he cupped his hands under your ass, carrying you back to bed “but now I’ve lost count so I have to start over again…1…2…3…3.5…”.

“I like this game” you sighed, pecking at his neck with whatever energy you had left.

“I like YOU” he whispered in your ear, tucking you back into bed with a small kiss.

“I don’t have any arms” you observed, content to keep your eyes shut, but furrowing your brow in consternation.

“Rain clouds don’t need any arms, hermosa” you felt the mattress dip beneath you as he settled in for the night beside you, pulling your torso against his chest. Not five seconds transpired before you immediately burst into tears again.

“I’m sorrrryyyyyyyyy” you wailed, suddenly embarrassed and guilty that you had been so needy. AND that you had apparently lost the game.

You heard some soft tittering behind you, and kisses at the nape of your neck. “Pobrecita, please try to be a little nicer to yourself. If I have to keep attending this many events with an open bar and an empty stomach we’re BOTH gonna need some help.”

“Ammmm…M’I…stilllll….your…break (hiccup) fast….burrrrito?” you huffed, starting to hyperventilate.

“If you feel up to it, I have BIG plans for breakfast tomorrow and they most assuredly involve eating you.”

You stopped abruptly, hiccuping into your pillow. 

“That’s your reward for winning the game” he smiled, gripping you tightly around the waist.

“I won?” you smirked, starting to drift into a heavy sleep.

“My plans for your morning wake-up involve a win for both of us…” he teased “Are you ready for the next game?”

“Mmmhhmmmm” you intoned, floating into a hazy dream.

“The first one to fall asleep wins in 5…4….3…2….”.

Pedge Paints

Working on posting some more fan art! I like working with multiple mediums like coloring, poetry, writing and sewing! These pieces happen to include a lot of Pablo Neruda...

The Boxing Match (PTMAM)

The campaign from 2023 caught my attention and greased the imagination wheel. While our romp took an unexpected turn, everyone left, satisfied in the END...

Triggers: Smut, rough-housing, bumps and bruises, playful strangling, dom/sub discussion/dynamic, hair pulling, M/F description

“Hey babe, I’m home!” you shouted from the doorway, noisily dropping your keys in the nearby ceramic and immediately removing your fragrant sneakers to air out. You LOVED your gym time, and today it showed. Your hair was hidden under a baseball cap and you were already vibrating from your post work out cold brew. The adrenaline was pumping and you wanted somewhere to put it. Breezing past the living room mirror with abandon you found Pedge in his nook of choice, having temporarily abandoned the book in his lap, eyes glazed over with rapt attention on the television.

“Good lookin’! Watcha got cookin’?” you grabbed the book, depositing it unceremoniously on the floor and unexpectedly straddling his lap. He doubled forward in surprise, grabbing you around the waist before you both fell over, grunting in amusement.

“Sorry” you blushed “I’m a little wound up…” Licking your lips you tasted the salty perspiration above. He smiled, removing your baseball cap as long, sweaty tresses revealed your hat hair. “I can see that.”

“Noooooo…” you wriggled on his lap playfully, grabbing the remote and turning off the tv.

“Good work out?”

“Yeah…” you drawled, suddenly embarrassed about your planned monologue. You always had lots of time to think on the treadmill, and plenty of blood pumping music to get you in the mood. By the time you arrived back home, Pedge often found you in a state of…agitation, but this time you were a woman with a mission, and it definitely involved him.

“Babe?” he questioned, pinching your lower lip between his fingers and pulling. “Getting a little quiet over there, anything you want to share with the class?”

You pouted, ever impressed he could seemingly read your every thought. “Well…I was reading this book…”

He leaned back in the recliner with a laughing sigh, just short of rolling his eyes, and moved both hands to your quads, holding you in place. “Yes?” You cleared your throat, suddenly nervous and rethinking your plan of attack. Your stomach made an awkward gurgling sound as you clasped your hands over your torso, embarrassed. 

“Did you eat, yet?” he reprimanded, poking your belly button as you crumpled a little bit, giggling.

“No, I did not, my mind has been otherwise occupied if you must know….I was reading this book last night…and…it got me thinking…”

“Yes?”

“It got me thinking…about the Dom/Sub dynamic…”

“I gotta say, I’m really enjoying this recent academic pursuit of yours” he stuck one finger down your sports bra, bringing you a shade closer to his chest. Your heart began beating wildly as his finger dipped between your breasts, drawing his index finger back to his mouth and sucking on it voraciously. Excellent cardio. Losing whatever inhibitions you were saving, you blurted out “Let’s get rougher”.

Pedge’s eyes sparkled to twice their normal size, before taking on a blackish quality as he dead panned, “You vant me to suck your blood? AAAAAGHGHGHG!” comically sinking his teeth into your neck and nipping at your skin. You pounded his back, giggling fiercely, “STAWP! I’m serious, Pedge!”

He stopped his oral fixation long enough to return your gaze, now nose to nose. “Tell me more, hermosa. Ground rules, please.” You returned his energy with a low growl, furrowing your brows in faux consternation and then lightly biting his lower lip. That seemed to get his attention as you felt his hips shift beneath you, squirming slightly. You continued;

“You know, I don’t have any brothers…”

“Um. This is taking an unexpected turn.”

“Shut up, I don’t have any brothers OR sisters. No sibling rivalries, never really did sports, so running and dance were my main…physical expressions. And kick boxing!”

“You want to kick box?”

“Noooo…” you whined moving off his lap and sitting on the floor with exasperation.

Pedge leaned forward in his seat, now pouting on your behalf. “Babe, you’ve gotta use your words. Are we talking about role play, here? I mean, I love a good character arc. I can be the trainer, you can be the boxer. Or….I can be the sexy burglar, and you can be the sexy policewoman. Options, give me options…”.

You smiled at his endless attempts to entertain and lighten the mood. He lowered himself down to the floor and perched above you. “Do you want me to overpower you? Feel how strong I am?”

You paused, a growing awareness drifting over you. “I think I want to feel how strong…I…am!”

He grinned broadly before feigning collapse, and dropping his dead weight on top of you.

“Ooof! Pedge!” you grumbled, eyes popping. Not right this second! I just had a cold brew you big baby! I might pee all over you!”

His muffled voice vibrated into your sternum, “Mm ‘xcitd to ‘xplre tht toooo…”.

You tickled his ribs and stomach as he rolled over giggling into a ball. “REALLY? REALLY?” you laughed, now straddling him on the floor and pushing his arms up over his head. You paused to gaze at his contented expression, peppering kisses over his beard, lips and nose. “I don’t know, I’m such a weirdo. It’s not like I’m really afraid of hurting you, I just don’t know what my physical limits are…like…with myself. I need somebody safe to exercise them.”

“You just came from the gym, and you want MORE of a work out?” he teased.

“What can I say, I’m committed to our mutual health” you chuckled, circling your hips lightly over his gray sweatpants.

Pedge stifled a moan, biting his lower lip and grabbing your legs again. “Okay, so Dom/Sub dynamic? You want submission. That’s not gonna be hard for me…”

You pursed your lips together mischievously looking at the blush crawling up his sinewy neck, veins pulsing with excitement. “You seem plenty hard, mister. But…no…”

You paused your gyrations grasping his hands and pushing against them.

“Am I bench pressing you, now?” he seemed genuinely confused, if not curious.

“No, you goofball! It’s pointless to test my strength against pure acquiescence. Iron sharpens iron. I need a push back!”

“YOU VANT ME TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD!” he bellowed, grabbing your hair at the nape of your neck and licking a strip of salty seduction up your sternum.

You rested your hands on his stomach, rolling your eyes, but slightly distracted by the very tempting offer. Fingers moved to his waistband and untied the drawstring, as his kisses slowly became more languid, finally locking onto your lips, moving his mouth against yours. It never took much to disarm you, particularly when you were already so wound up, and your mouth parted easily for his tongue to lick hungrily inside.

You palmed his hardening length over the sweatpants, and delicately reached inside to assess the situation. Moving lower, you found his balls and gave a quick tug, as his breath caught in his throat.

“Please tell me you didn’t learn that at the gym…” he strained, starting to swell a bit more.

Your hand began moving in a circular motion, watching his eyelids flutter shut in response. After working his length for a bit, you gave another tug…

“Honey, you do that a third time, we’re not even gonna make it to the bedroom” he confessed, a little chagrined.

You clamped your thighs down on his hips, moving your other hand to the divot right below his Adam’s apple, grasping the back of his neck with your fingers. “Tell me to stop” you threatened, dragging the inner flesh of your lower lip across his throat. Pedge swallowed hard attempting to answer but it caught in his chest with a low growl. “Now who needs to use their words?” you teased, but were met with a mirrored hand to the throat, which nearly encapsulated it entirely. You locked eyes with one another for a split second.

“Bedroom”.

A steady stream of clothes could be found from the living room to the bedroom as you stickily helped one another out of your apparel. Tripping, stumbling, laughing and grasping you finally made it to the bed, squaring off, both completely naked.

“You’re never allowed to wear a sports bra again. That was like peeling a cantaloupe with my bare hands” he joked, grabbing you around the waist and squeezing hard. It nearly knocked the breath out of you, so you reached around with both hands, grabbing his ass.

A sudden intake of air as he clenched, knocking his length into your clit which sent an electric shock through your entire body. You threw your head back with enjoyment, as he caught you at the base of your neck, nibbling at your breasts. “I’m gonna bruise you like a peach if we’re not careful…”.

“Fine by me” you growled “I can give as good as I can take…”. You brought your forearm up to his neck, pushing him back on the bed, falling into him sloppily.

“Ow!” he cried, knocking into the headboard slightly, rubbing the back of his scalp.

“Oh babe! Shit! I’m so sorry!” you gasped, running your hands through his hair and checking for pain.

His eyes glazed over confusedly, “Where em ah? Who are all these peepel? Why am I wearing papah?” You began giggling quietly. 

“Really? SNL? That Emmy shoulda been yours…”

He smirked, “First rule of rivalry, there are going to be a few bumps and bruises, but don’t let that throw…YOUR GAME!” he grabbed you around the waist, flipping your body over onto the bed, towering above you.

“Babe. That was SMOOTH. Wait. Did you hurt your lower back?”

He nodded, “Totally worth it”. Sinking his lips into yours and kissing you fiercely, you grabbed his love handles, migrating your hands lower and lower and lower…till your finger grazed over his perineum.

A small whimper left his lips tentatively. You paused.

“Did…we like that?” you ventured.

He pressed his lips tightly together with saucer like brown eyes. “Maybe”.

“Maybe, I should get the lube and keep an open mind or…we should take this party into the shower and try not to slip and slide?”

For once, you had struck the man dumbfounded, as he seemed to temporarily short circuit with available options. You slowly reached over to your bedside table to grab the lube, squirting a small amount on your fingers. 

“Baby, if you’re still with us, I want you to talk with your body, and Ima listen, K?”

His eyebrows relaxed a little as he silently nodded. Opting for distraction, you latched onto his lips, all teeth and tongue, moving your jaw with his. You reached underneath, looping your hand to his backside, and tentatively probing. His mouth fell open in delight as you massaged his opening up and down.

Moving your head down his mid-drift, kissing a trail from sternum to shaft, you sat eye to eye with his length, smiling deviously and planting a small kiss at the tip. HIs eyes shot open with surprise. 

Quivering with sensation he seemed already wrecked, “Babe…you hate that…”

“All’s fair in love and war” you thought, swirling your tongue in a circle that coincided with your probing finger. Pulsing in and out you took his tip in your mouth and began sucking with abandon.

Attempting to memorize the symphony of cascading profanity and lewd sounds that filled the room, you kept swirling and swirling in a circular motion. Admittedly you were both in completely uncharted territory, but you weren’t hearing any complaints. Trying to fit him further and further into your mouth you relished the salty musk that permeated your senses, now moving your finger in past the knuckle.

“Ohhhhhhh….” he sighed, mouth hanging open in ecstasy. “Honey, I’m not totally in controooool….right now…” he managed to eek out, as you bobbed your head up and down in conjunction with your finger.

You sighed contentedly, nodding your head in approval which only intensified the situation. Delicately sliding in a second finger with a scissoring effect you felt him tighten up in anticipation.

“Ohhhh, where do you want meeeeee?” he questioned, already flying high. Joyful with pride and satisfaction, you only managed to get out a small “Mmmmm…” before he was emptying inside your mouth. Quickly pulling out both fingers and moving your hands to the sides of his hips you swallowed and swallowed and swallowed as fast as you could, surprised at the salty liquid gold settling in your stomach.

Once his pulsing slowed to a halt, you pulled your mouth off his length with a satisfying pop, eliciting a small gasp from him before you both collapsed onto the bed in euphoria.

“That was new…” you rasped, licking your lips for the final dregs. You languidly turned your head to the side, checking in on your sparring partner. He was totally blissed out, smiling foolishly and rubbing his hands through his hair.

“What…just…happened?” he blearily asked, eyes heavy with the afterglow.

You winked, “Ready for round two?”

Intimacy and Empathy

I really have no excuses this time. This has completely devolved to a pure literary self-indulgence, utilizing our hero and sexy time villain, Papi Pascal. Fluff, fluff, and fluffer nutter with a little smut at the end.

Triggers: RPF, committed relationship, exploration of intimacy/empathy, hetero M/F description, oral fixation, mention of food, exploration of consent etc...Mood board is for aesthetic only. No affiliation with Coca-Cola lol...

It was the perfect Sunday afternoon. The windows were open as a cool breeze blew through the house, curtains fluttering in the wind. You and Pedge had set up camp on the living room sofa, “being alone together” as a jazz record played on the phonograph. Two Diet Cokes sat perspiring on the coffee table as you each devoured your Sunday book of choice. Your feet lay propped on his lap, as he sunk further and further into the cushions, weighted down by literary gravitas. You peered up at him, over the corner of your book "Intimacy & Empathy" with a mischievous glint.

“Babe?”

“Hmph…” he barely grumbled, chewing on his lower lip, brows furrowed in concentration.

“I have an idea.”

“Yeah?…” he mumbled, turning the page.

“Intimacy,…”

“Yes!” he jumped to his feet, slamming the book shut in comedic theatrics, laying down on top of your giggling form in one fell swoop.

“Okay, hold up cowboy” you laughed, feeling him nuzzle into your breastbone with delight “My book is exploring the subtle differences between intimacy and empathy…”

“Emmmmpathy…” he began to drone, nibbling over your t-shirt at your nipple.

“Stawhp!” you giggled, writhing in faux exasperation, cupping his jaw in your hands and bringing his eyes up to meet yours.

“Yes ma’am” he sighed brazenly “you have my undivided attention. Innnnntimacy…”

“Yes, intimacy and empathy” you re-started, curling your fingers around locks of his hair and tenderly stroking his eyebrows. His eyelids immediately grew heavy while your thumb absentmindedly moved in circles across his cheeks. “This author is talking about how the dom dynamic subtly operates around themes of empathy…”

Pedge’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead, lightly gripping your finger between his teeth. “Mmmhmmm…” he started sucking on your finger, swirling his tongue around it.

“Are you concentrating?” you smirked, finding yourself distracted by his ministrations. He bobbed his head excitedly, hair flopping loosely around his temples. You tittered underneath him, trying to steer the conversation forward, regardless of distraction.

“This book says that the nature of sexual domination in its healthiest form, is akin to empathy, in that, the needs of the sub are paramount, in helping establish an intimacy of self.”

You relished the slight popping sound as he pulled his mouth off of your finger and moved his hands to your waist. “Babe, I’m in the middle of Henry IV, so…I’m still in Shakespearean mode.” He reached up to delicately pinch your lip between calloused fingers, “I can’t concentrate on anything that pretty pink mouth is saying, but it sounds like…I’m about to order some padded handcuffs on THE Amazon, methinks?” he queried, licking his lips inquisitively.

“To be honest, I have no idea what I’m suggesting…” you quizzically twisted your mouth in confusion as he waited patiently. The wind chimes bounced in the distance, as you heard some birds chirping, and attempted to coalesce a cohesive thought.

“Maybe we could explore…”

“Yes!” he jumped up again, downing his Diet Coke in one gulp, staggering slightly and offering his hand out to you enticingly.

“You are the most ridiculous man I’ve ever known” you teased, shutting your book and following suit. You hooked your fingers into the back loops of his jeans as he began to salsa into the bedroom, humming under his breath.

“Empathy, ecstasy, empathy, ecstasy…” he abruptly stopped and twisted around, grasping you in a hug and falling backwards onto your bed.

You both laughed, as he stayed pinned to the mattress, you in his embrace, peppering sloppy kisses all over his neck and face. “But babe, I don’t have any plan. No ground rules…I mean, we still have our safe words, but I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m suggesting…”

“Do you usually have an itinerary for our sexy time?” he joked, catching your mouth in a small tender kiss.

You pondered the question, and his lips for a moment before realizing, that yes, you were always intent on an achievable goal. For the moment, that point seemed moot as he licked into your mouth eliciting a small moan. You’re not sure how long you enjoyed kissing one another before you collapsed back into him catching your breath.

“I think I actually do. Plan, I mean”.

He stroked your back lightly, “Plans are good. Are there blueprints? Is there a power point presentation?” he rumbled as you kicked your feet childishly atop him.

“Maybe I want permission…to just follow my whims, without censorship? I don’t know, it might be…unpredictable…” you trailed off, unsure of where this sexy time adventure was headed.

“I think we can probably arrange that” he smiled. “Life is unexpected, so it makes sense that sex would be too.”

You shrank into his body bashfully with a small smile.

“What?” he laughed, hugging you tighter.

“You said, ‘sex’” you whispered, rubbing your legs together like a cricket.

“I meannnnn…” he gently flipped you over, now caging you in with his elbows and humming into your neck. You wrapped both legs around his waist, squishing his stomach in pulsing movements.

“Eeee, eeee, eee, eeeee…Bee..eee..care…ful…I did have that Diet Coke.”

“Okay, you sound like a chew toy.”

“Fine by me, honey. Chew me up and spit me out…” he buried his head into your chest once again and started gnawing at your shirt. “Off pleeeeeease…”

You lifted your hands above your head as he peeled your t-shirt off and threw it to the side. He blew a big raspberry into your stomach as you giggled and squirmed underneath his weight, squeezing his mid-drift even harder.

“I’m not a toothpaste tuuu—uuube” he teasingly grimaced, kneading your stomach and thighs with his fingers.

“Mmmm, I can taste that Diet Coke now. ‘Be open like never before’” you winked, taking his face in your hands and kissing his nose. You sighed into his mouth as the make-out session continued. It was easy to move your body against his, circling your hips and pulsing up and down. You felt his length harden between your legs as he dragged your hands above your head.

Breathing heavily, he started sucking on your neck, “You okay? Is this intimate enough?”

“Ohhhh yes” you exhaled, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m feeling very empathic”. You felt him smile into your collarbone as he moved south, dragging his lips down your torso.

“Wait!”

His eyes whipped up, as he paused at your stomach, surprised at the outburst. You started giggling in embarrassment as he dipped his tongue into your bellybutton, sucking and biting. “Are we done? Did we achieve intimacy?”

You laughed to yourself, thankful for the respite. “I’m not feeling super confident about that…right now…” you admitted. Pedge began to pout, resting his chin atop your stomach and moving his hands under your knees.

“Fair enough. Expect the unexpected” he parried “Are we retiring back to the library, or is there an amuse bouche?”

You pursed your lips together, mulling over the many, many options.

“You?”

His eyes lit up with recognition, the corners crinkling into happy exclamation points. “Where do you want me, coach?”

You took a deep breath of relief, trying to NOT overtly plan your next move. “Lay down on the bed for me, please.”

“Yay!” he moved enthusiastically to the side, quickly stripping off his own shirt, and folding his hands over his stomach in anticipation. You removed your sweatpants and straddled his legs, gently removing his hands. He blushed, balling his fists beside him.

“Preeettty” you admired, dragging your hands down his stomach and fingering the trail of hair leading to his hardening length. Slowly, you unbuttoned his jeans as he lifted his hips. You could see him tightening against his boxer briefs and you nuzzled your nose into his stomach, breathing deeply. As you lightly nibbled at the fabric he unexpectedly bucked into your chin.

“Easy there, heavyweight” you coo’d, peering up at him as a smile crept over his face.

“Sorry” he flushed, a crimson hue creeping up his neck. “You’ve got me all wound up, chiquita”.

“Alright, let’s take care of you, sweet pea” you mused, already aroused by the foreplay of the day.

His eyes drifted to your breasts as he chewed his lower lip. “Do I have any lines?” He reached up for your waist, making eye contact and fingering your lace waistband. “Am I embodying intimacy or empathy? I need my motivation…”.

You lazily dragged your heat over his upper thigh, lightly grasping his length in the palm of your hand. “I don’t think you’re going to be lacking in motivation” you countered as he hissed an intake of air.

“Wait”.

It was your turn to be surprised as your eyes shot up to his face, a small look of embarrassment creeping over his countenance.

“Are we….just doing me, tonight? I mean…” he cleared his throat with discomfort “that feels a little…selfish…for me."

You sighed heavily, endlessly impressed with this man’s attitude. You turned your eyes down shyly and clasped your hands in front of your body. He took them in his own, playing with your fingers. “Hey, look at me, bebita. I’m here for whatever you need, whatever you want. Absolutely no complaints. You know. “An Actor Prepares”. I’m ready for those blueprints.”

The corners of your mouth turned upwards, as he placed your finger back between his teeth with anticipation. What WERE you asking for?

“I think…I’ve been so up in my head lately…If I could just lose myself in you…it would take some of the pressure off. I just…love you, and stuff.”

He stopped abruptly, crinkling his eyes with amusement and bringing your hand up to his face. “Okay, we’ve got our character breakdown. You’re the empathy. I’m the intimacy”.

You flashed your teeth in a cheshire grin, waiting for his acquiescence. He theatrically huffed, furrowing his brow in mock frustration. “What is a man to do when faced with such a question?”

Shrugging your shoulders with curiosity, you held your breath in anticipation. Gently bringing your lips to his, he whimpered softly.

“Sounds like a yes, to me” you smiled.

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”.

Euphoria

I've decided to try a therapeutic series that is purely self-indulgent, but might resonate with some other peeps. This series is going to be very emotional and highly descriptive. Whilst containing a fair amount of smut, relates more to concepts of intimacy and self-loathing so please proceed at your own risk.

Triggers: 18+, smut, female reader, oral s@x, difficulty w/ orgasm, self-hatred, pic is a mood board only, attempt at Spanglish, this is the Pedge Universe so no PP characters on the cuddle couch...

It had been about a month. You looked in the mirror, pouting as you ran your hands over your body. Failure. A month of sexy-time operations and you felt dry as a bone. Your friends had recommended all the latest literature, toys, lube and more, but the problem was you. You were always the problem. Not your dreamy boyfriend. If anything, he was the bright spot in a dark horizon of frustration. Endlessly patient, supportive and emotionally available, you were starting to wonder what you did to deserve him. Almost on cue, you caught a puppy dog expression nosing his way into the slightly ajar bathroom door.

“Occupied?” he mused, lightly drifting his fingers over your waist and eventually draping himself around you in a bear hug. You continued pouting at your reflection in the mirror. “That’s a lot of heavy sighing for a Saturday” he pondered, setting his chin on your shoulder teasingly.

He broke into a bit of a smirk, poking your rib, “Do we get to continue our weekend explorations? I know what an academic you are, and I’ve been doing some research…”

Your eyebrows raised quizzically as you twisted mid-hug to rest your hands on his chest. “Is there any way to make that NOT sound like porn?” you joked, resting your forehead on his sternum. You heard a soft rumble, breathing in a scent of cologne, nicotine and mint.  “I mean, that’s not the WORST idea I ever heard, but what do I need with porn when I’ve got such a beautiful guinea pig here in my bathroom?” You smiled into his chest, starting to sway together absentmindedly. 

“I know I’m not supposed to be apologizing…” you began, but didn’t get very far, before he gently lifted your chin up, coaxing your eyes to meet his. He ghosted his lips over yours and moved lower to nibbling your chin and dragging his lips over your neck. “Unless you’re sorry for making me miss the new episode of Euphoria, I’m not sure what we’re doing here…” he mumbled into your clavicle.

You gently pulled his face up with both hands to get a better look. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, it doesn’t have anything to do with you.” He huffed in comical frustration, widening his stance so he could get nose to nose with you, “Nina impaciente…good things cum to those who wait…” You forced a tight lipped smile. 

“Honestly, I know I’ve said so before, but it’s not a race. It’s not like washing the dishes, hermosa.” You snorted into your hands, covering your face with embarrassment.  “Maybe if we took a little break, and just enjoyed ourselves? Movie? Cuddle?” he started swaying again, lulling you into submission. You brightened slightly at the suggestion. His eyes twinkled with recognition, “Snacks?” Sold.

Ten minutes later, you were piled up on the couch, in your pjs, popcorn in hand. “Thank God! I’ve been thinking about Euphoria for like a WEEK!” Pedro teased, as you tossed a handful of popcorn at his face. Somehow this man was forcing you to relax despite your own insecurities. How did he do that? You settled your feet on his lap, as he immediately began a gentle massage. “Let the suffering BEGIN!” he noted, grabbing the remote, eyes alight with interest. Your mouth began to twist in amusement at his golden retriever-like optimism. The lights of the tv flashed across his attentive expression. Such a nice profile, and his shoulders were so ridiculously broad. You felt a light throbbing as your womanhood tried to communicate through Morse Code. Shifting under the blankets, you pinched your legs together in protestation. 

“You okay over there?” a voice interrupted, now moving his thumb up your leg and resting on your thigh. “Just getting comfortable” you squeaked, confused at your body’s unpredictable reactions. The two of you had all but conjured spells and incantations to reach your now elusive climax, but that didn’t seem to dim your desire or confusion. “Why does she insist on TORTURING herself???” Pedro now exclaimed, throwing a gummy bear at the tv.

Why did she? Why does she? Your lower lip began to tremble involuntarily. It’s my body. Why can’t I force it into submission? Why is it so hard to surrender? A big fat, salty tear dripped down your face, now buttering your popcorn.

“Hey, hey…what’s happening over there? The episode hasn’t even started yet…” Pedro’s eyebrows wrinkled in concern as he reached over to catch the newly falling cascade. It was all too much, as your face distorted in pain, amid squeaks and sniffles. Cupping your face with both hands he pleaded quietly, “Please let me help, hermosa…” grabbing your waist and pulling your hiccuping body close to his. “Can we try things my way, please?” His weight was comfortingly boxing you in and anchoring you down. “I know you want to be a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am' kind of gal, but some of us need a little more coaxing…” he joked as you dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with me” you acquiesced. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you. What we’re looking for is a different kind of ‘Euphoria’” he chided. Then, honest to God, the man booped you on the nose with his. Reaching over for the remote he silenced the tv, and interlacing his hand in yours, he locked eyes with you, slowly drawing you into the bedroom. “It’s time to take our time”.

This euphoric evening was eventually termed, “The Great Awakening” but it didn’t start out that way. As he seductively removed your oversized sweater you stood slightly shivering, awkwardly covering your breasts.

“Your audience is requesting more VIP access” he teased, dragging his fingers over your collarbone and down your sternum. Rolling your eyes comically you helped pull his white t-shirt up and over his head, revealing his smooth, honeyed skin. Moving his hands lower he pulled at your sweat pants to reveal a red lace thong you had desperately purchased at Victoria’s Secret. His mouth went slack in surprise. “What do we have here?” he rasped, cupping the orbs of your ass and bringing your hips dangerously close to his steadily hardening self.

“Clothes make the woman?” you sniffled, sighing heavily into his chest and resuming your characteristic couple’s sway.

“This time, a LACK of clothes may make the woman…” he joked, wrapping his arm around your waist and taking your hand in his. You felt yourself melt into his body as you swayed in a slow dance at the foot of the bed. Reaching down, you attempted to finger his boxer shorts, but he deftly maneuvered out of the way.

“No hermosa, we’re doing you this evening…all evening.” he whispered, now inches from your ear. Shuddering in his embrace, you tried to slow your breathing, closing your eyes. 

“That’s it…No more racing to the finish line, let the pleasuring begin…” he growled, setting you down on the bed and stroking one finger from the top of your forehead to the soft flesh of your inner thigh, where he started lightly kneading in circles. A shaky breath brought another shudder to your body as he began kissing your knees, thighs, hips and stomach. Drawing your hands above your head, he gently pinned you to the mattress, moving his knee just below your crotch. “I’m going to kiss you now, for an impossibly long time, so get a big breath…” he smiled, and before you could chuckle, he did just that. Tongue. Teeth. Lips. Warmth. Honeyed sweetness and moaning breaths. It was the exposition to a beautiful poem, tumbling verse upon verse. Interlocking lips, stuttering sighs, quick intake of air and hands, hands, hands. Hands everywhere, dripping down your side, feather light touch to your face. Palming your stomach and thumbing your belly button.

Your entire body bucked underneath him as you felt pools of desire gravitate downward. You gasped into his mouth as he massaged your breasts, pinching both nipples in a firm tease. He started licking into your mouth, coaxing moan after moan as you began to lose yourself in the rhythm. White noise. White hot. Searing white heat, as your mind went blank and your body writhed in ecstasy. You mewled like a child as his hands and mouth intentionally moved south, nibbling at your tits and sucking a quick trail from your sternum to your navel. 

Heavy lidded eyes flew open in confused distress as you propped yourself up on your forearms, “Wait, I’m not ready down there! She’s not…uh….trim…” you sputtered, trying to form a coherent sentence. It was nearly comical catching him with tongue poised and eyes wide as saucers. Quickly catching his breath he teased, “The best part of a treasure hunt is when sex marks the spot…”. Eyeing him with incredulity you were about to offer a quick retort until he licked a long stripe from the base of your fourchette all the way up to your clit…and you were gone. 

Rocky Road

Here we are with attempt Number Two, a therapeutic exploration of what healthy, angry s@x might look like in a playful, safe atmosphere. Pedge's Cuddle Couch is ALL RPF

Triggers: 18+, fluffy so fluffy to start, profanity, unprotected P in V (committed relationship), lite S/M, fainting, slapping, hair pulling, food reference

The frying pan dropped into the sink with a fantastic clatter as soap suds and utensils sputtered beneath it. “G@ddammit!” you muttered, literally throwing in the towel.

“Honey I’m home!” Pedge’s voice jokingly drifted in from the entryway, as you smoothed out your hair and clothes, in an attempt to disguise the obvious steam rising from your head.

“What’s up????” you squeaked, with an overt smile plastered on your face.

Pedge appeared in the doorway, and froze mid-stride with two grocery bags poised in the air. “What’s wrong?” he asked. You cinematically collapsed onto the floor in mock dramatics, as his smirk dangled above you, now upside down. “Everything is impossible. Students are driving me nuts, the parents are even worse. I feel like acid is dripping into my stomach and I’m jittering like a f@cking espresso!….F@ck!”

Pedro gingerly joined you on the tiled floor, wincing slightly at the crackle in his knees. “Okay with my boundless male intuition, I’m picking up on some distress here.” A begrudging smile appeared at the corners of your mouth. “Don’t try to lighten my mood, pendejo. I’m mad and I’m determined to stay mad.” He joined your histrionics with a theatrical pout. “Bath?” he quipped. “Wine? Ice cream? I got the good stuff.” You heaved a heavy sigh, inching your body closer to his. You felt like you were going to crawl out of your skin. So tired of being regulated and buttoned up in an emotional straight-jacket. You wished you could take all of this power and rage and channel it.

“What if we tried something…different?”

P’s eyebrows shot up straight to his forehead, “What, like Thai Food?”

“I’m thinking spicier…” you growled, not so gently grabbing the denim bulge in front of you.

Pedge nearly doubled over on top of you “Ay, ay…” he giggled. “What are you up to, mija? You want me to relax you?” That sounded nice, to be sure, but you had always been curious about ALL your capabilities. Scaring yourself with how small your voice became when you whispered, “Let me Dom you.”

It was like all the air went out of the room, and Pedro’s eyes turned a dark black. “Fuuuuck” he sighed stickily. You started to shrink down into yourself with embarrassment, until he planted his palm across your stomach lowering his voice about an octave, “I’m game if you are.”

How the hell did you get yourself into this predicament? All of your fancy ideas, and here you were, pacing around your bedroom in a black negligee, high heels and a silk scarf, while Pedge sat dopily grinning from the bed.

“Babe, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I think in our haste I left the ice cream on the kitchen floor. We can just grab two spoons and call it a day…”. Something about his innocent tone focused your resolve, as you took a deep breath and lunged on top of the bed, now towering over him, heels and all. His mouth dropped open and he apparently stopped breathing as his eyes fixed on yours. “I’m gonna need you to stop talking now” you flatlined, watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat hungrily. “Do you remember your safe word, honey?” 

“Rocky Road” he licked his lips feverishly, nodding a little too enthusiastically. You smiled quietly, not entirely sure how to proceed, but cock confident in your approach. Making this up as we go along, you thought, moving to straddle his torso and gently lowering your heat on his stomach. He was breathing hard and holding your quads as you grabbed his jaw and dragged your thumb across his lower lip. “Lots of sound; no words” you threatened quietly.

A whimper caught in his throat, as you stuck your thumb in his mouth. This wasn’t going to be the smoothest operation, since you couldn’t decide what to do first, dragging the scarf across his neck. That seemed a bit too dangerous so you stuffed part of it in his mouth, as his eyes widened to the shape of saucers.

“More sound please” you growled.

Humming into the scarf, his eyelids fluttered shut. So far, so good, you mused, moving both your palms lightly to the sides of his neck and holding with light pressure. Pedge started groaning beneath you and wriggling his hips expectantly. Right. Without realizing it, you had absentmindedly been grinding yourself across his pubic hair which now glistened with your slick. You felt his length bump against your ass, and without thinking you took the palm of your hand and slapped the side of his face.

“Oh gawd!” you gasped in horror drawing your hands up to your mouth and immediately stopping all of your gyrations. 

“Whthpnd?” he comically mumbled into the scarf, as his eyes shot open in confusion, spitting it to the side. “Are you okay?” he grabbed you by the elbows, lifting you up, a look of concern shadowing his features. You had buried your head in your hands, somewhere between crying and laughing, appalled at where your instincts had taken you. “That…wasn’t…I didn’t plan that…” you managed to eek out.

His body relaxed a bit, moving his hands to rub your back, “I mean…I kind of blacked out there for a second, but you’re not getting any complaints from me…” he smiled. Your body started to relax as well, a single tear dropping onto his forearm.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, pobrecita” he chided, reaching up with his thumb to wipe another tear away. “This is a very empathic Domme”…Your sniffle collapsed into a giggle as your hips resumed their circular movements. “Believe me, I know how to take directionnnnnnn…” he moaned as you started sliding down his length along your folds.

“Holy hell” he sighed.

“No words” you repeated, regaining a bit of confidence and notching his tip at your entrance.

He groaned placatingly as his eyes closed shut again. Digging his hands into your waist and hips, your heat swallowed him in one envelopment as he lunged forward in surprise.

“Shhh…” you taunted, covering his mouth with your hand, as both of your movements started to sync up. You were thinking less and less, dragging his hands above his head and fucking him relentlessly into the headboard. You could feel him, like an iron rod inside you, as the pressure began to build, your desire white hot and direct. 

Now wrapping his hands behind his back in a tight prison you grinded down on his hips, collapsing into his shoulder and biting it. As you sunk your teeth in a bit and started to suckle, his entire body began to quiver with you atop it.

“Ohhhhh…” he mewled, his hips starting to falter and stutter in confusion.

“Tell me I’m in charge” you reached up and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling hard.

“Yes ma’ammmmm…” his throat exposed to the ceiling, now covered in salty sweat. Starting at the divot in his sternum you licked a slow line up to the stubble on his chin.

“Tell me what’s mine.”

“Yes m..ma’am, yes m…ma’ammmmm…” you’d never heard him so delirious and wrecked before, but you were fairly certain you were starting to unravel a little yourself. 

“Look at me when I talk to you”, you held the weight of his head in both hands, fisting his hair on either side. He was blinking quickly and trying to acquiesce, but his eyes kept fluttering shut and rolling back in his head. This was maybe the hottest thing you’d ever done, but you were also having a hard time focusing, as you milked and pulsed around him.

“Can…I…cum…need…cum…please…cummmm…” he sounded absolutely undone with you bouncing on his cock, breasts nearly in his face. You dug your thumb into his jawline, turning his head to the side, marveling at the pulsing vein beneath. 

“Cum. Now.” you growled, sucking hard on his earlobe and clamping down with your thighs as hard as you could muster.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” he spilled forward violently, grabbing you around the waist, nearly knocking the breath out of you with the force of his orgasm. Damn, you had forgotten how strong he was, even at his most vulnerable. That was gonna bruise tomorrow. You started to see stars, tilting back with euphoria into his grasp as the entire room seemed to flip sideways in a hazy echo.

Seemingly from another universe, Pedge’s voice began to drift into your consciousness with a slight ringing sound…

“My love, my love. You’re starting to scare me a little, please come back.” Your mouth was fuzzy and your eyes refused to open on their own accord. I’m tired, you thought stretching your arms lazily above you, and nearly passing out again with the effort. A small sigh escaped your mouth as you floated back into your self, realizing Pedge was caressing your face, and was laying on top of you, poised with concern.

“Oh my gawd, did I f@ck you into oblivion? Come back mija, whenever you’re ready, come back…” A small tickle in your chest bloomed into a smile as you shuddered with pleasure. “Mmmm…” you managed to hum, slipping in and out of consciousness and thoroughly pleased with your first attempt. You were vaguely aware of peppered kisses finding their way across your stomach and mouth and chest. It was quite some time before you coalesced back into existence and found those big chocolate eyes transfixed on your face.

“Are you alive?” he pleaded, sounding a little more concerned than was warranted, considering the earth shattering experience you just orchestrated. “Plenty” you slurred, cock drunk and completely forgetful of the day’s events as well as your name.

“Ay Dios mio” he laughed, burying his head in your chest and dragging his lips up to your mouth. “I have never…” he started.

You began giggling uncontrollably, looking down at your high-heeled laden feet sticking out from beneath him. How did those manage to stay on? you pondered, having long since lost the scarf and any semblance of dignity. “Rocky Road” he mumbled. Your eyes snapped open blearily, trying to focus on his face. You lifted yourself up on your elbows, “What, baby? What’s wrong?"

“No, I’m sorry, Rocky Road. I left the Rocky Road on the kitchen floor, it’s probably melted into a puddle by now.” he laughed. Well, so have I, you smirked, collapsing back underneath him with contentment. “For our next act, Pedro Pascal will drizzle ice cream into his girl friend's belly button and suck out every drop to thunderous applause…” you intoxicatingly rambled, feeling your bodies titter together in laughter.

“Yes ma’am” he grinned, tucking a hair behind your ear and burying his mouth to yours in a deep, languid kiss. “You are just full of surprises”.

Sweet Dreams

This is my first time writing for tumblr OR writing lite smut, so as my therapist might suggest, “I’m not accepting feedback at this time”. Lol. It’s okay. Just be gentle, I have a lot to learn, but that can be fun too…I was a little hesitant to mention the man himself, sans character choice, but I think we all can understand that this is a FICTION and offered in the most respectful and self-indulgent ways possible.

Triggers: little bit of fluff, little bit of smut, handjob, mentions of chronic illness, insomnia, lite themes of somnophilia with consent, female reader, 18+ only

This was fucking ridiculous. You’d always known there would be peaks and valleys, but you were fed up with the inconsistencies of your body. Having a chronic illness was always a challenge, but feeling helpless was the worst symptom of all. P was the first person who didn’t make you feel like a complete invalid. Gently turning over, so as not to wake him, you silently rubbed your eyes raw, cursing your weakness. Some partner. Your breath caught in your throat as he licked his lips, starting to wake up. “You okay?” he mumbled sleepily, wrinkling his nose like a small child.

Shit. “It’s okay baby, go back to sleep” you whispered, annoyed that your insomnia was ruining the night for both of you. He arched an eyebrow, squinting just enough to see you in the early morning light. “What’s up?” he rasped, starting to lean upwards on his elbow, moving the palm of his other hand to your back. Your lower lip started to wobble immediately, propelled by fatigue and exhaustion. 

“I can’t do anything right” you grumbled, voice cracking with defeat.

“Hey, come on. That’s my person…” he trailed off a little blurrily. “What are we doing here? Advil? Water? Hugs?” he questioned, shifting as he pulled you into his body.

Crumpled against his chest, lightly fingering his white t-shirt, your eyes darkened with an idea.

I’ll show…me, you thought, snaking your hand down the middle of your bodies, trailing down his hard chest, soft stomach and bristling pubic hair.

“Oh…mm” his eyes flashed open in confusion as you cupped his groin with one hand, moving your palm slowly over his gray sweatpants.

“I…I’m not sure…ohhhh…” he swayed slightly, bucking his hips in surprise. “Is this a new therapeutic technique you read about?” he smirked into the pillow, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“This could be deeply therapeutic, if we include mouth to mouth” you teased.

“Happy to be of servic…” he hissed in quickly, starting to harden under your ministrations as you quickly moved under the fabric.

Down. Up. Around. (repeat). Down. Up. Around. (repeat)

Down. Up. Around. (repeat). Down. Up. Around. (repeat)

A small whimper escaped his lips. Maybe you COULD do something right, you pondered, as his fingers wrapped around your wrist with encouragement.

“Mmmm…” he started to moan, rhythmically moving with your hand.

Down. Up. Around (repeat). Down. Up. Around (repeat)

Down. Up. Around (repeat). Down. Up. Around. (repeat)

Dragging a pearl of precum higher up the shaft, you noticed his breath hitch and twist inside his chest, trembling slightly.

“Babe, is this hel…hellllping?” he sighed, his eyelids fluttering in ecstasy.

Oh this is helping, you mused, biting down on your lower lip. What a f@cking specimen, unraveling in front of you. You moved up to bite his chin, nuzzling the stubble on his beard and beginning to suck on his neck. “Is this okay?” you vibrated into his sternum, and then straddling his legs in one motion.

“More than ohhhhhh…” he barely got out before bucking his hips upward, chasing his orgasm.

Down. Up. Around (repeat). Down. Up. Around (repeat)

Down. Up. Around (repeat). Down. Up. Around (repeat)

It was the sexiest of meditations and soon began to reach an intoxicating fervor. 

“Oh, I can’t…ohhhh…I can’t…ohhh…”

“Sh baby, sh…You can. Cum. Cum all over me. Let me see you…”

And it was all happening, the contented moan of release, the hot stickiness radiating over your stomach, the musky smell of salt. You worked him through his pleasure and smiled contentedly. You COULD do something right, you surmised, reaching over for some tissues.

“Oh gawwwwd…” he exhaled, looking up through heavy eye-lids. “What the f@ck just happened, baby? Are we doing you next?”

Not tonight, you pouted internally, but he was already sinking lower into the mattress, pulled down by euphoria. 

“Just sleep, my honey. Rest.” you cooed, as he shivered slightly, disappearing back into the warmth of dreams and the comfort of your embrace. He nuzzled into your chest as you lightly fingered the locks of his hair.

Knowing him, if you ever fell asleep, you would find him pulling you back to life, with his curly haired head between your thighs, and his tongue around both your lips. Maybe insomnia wasn’t that bad after all, you thought, cautiously drifting into an anticipatory haze.