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I love her, I had to have her. What an amazing photo.

This is my attempt with 2 days and some acrylic paint. The original is better, it has a certain warmth to it that my corpse woman in the box does not have. Nonetheless I'm happy and I can't stop looking at it.

Was I obsessed? To a degree ( yes, I had to force myself to do other things). Has this image possessed me? Maybe a little (by that I mean a lot).

Will I write a book about her?

...probably.

Ask me about it later (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝),

Bede

Cabinet de curiosité - Atsushi Tani

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This is a sign for you to write that self-indulgent fic

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Fine, I'll answer you better this time if you're that pent up.

Haters: Cum is hot and it should be rather thick. She hates the feeling, like a layer of slime has been shot out unexpectedly right at her eyes. It might not happen very fast but fast enough to make her jump. She opens just one eye to squint up at you. Are you done yet? Those eyes ask it, even if she won't say it. You know she hates this, but she loves you more than the humiliation. If you really want to make her pout, draw your fingers through the mess and shove it her mouth

Lovers: This is about painting, on another day she'd ring you dry with her mouth and savor the taste of it. Today, she's eager to be a good girl, waiting there completely still in whatever position you like best. Her eyes are closed so she's totally surprised when you finally stop stroking and release across her skin. She wants you to mark her, and the phantom trace of your scent on her face will make her wet all day. You've been pent up, that precious seed threatens to fall off her cheeks, so she's quick to run a finger through it and stick it in her mouth. You'll comment and she'll blush and smile really cheekily. Well, I didn't want it to go to waste!

What a sick little morning thought I've had, hope it helped. With love,

Bede

Yet another day goes by where I haven't came on someone's face.

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Sloppy: Empty headed, glazed over eyes staring up at you. Too fucked out to move her own head, she's just a warm flesh light you rock up and down to please yourself until she's a crying slurping mess. Make her sit on a toy and feel the moan in her throat as she shivers from over stimulation. It's worth the satisfied fucked out smile she shines on you once your all done with her.

Deep Throat: Hold her head down, so you're fully sheathed in her cock hungry mouth. Be as deep as you can be. Feel the back of her throat, feel how when she swallows it can't close all the way because of you. Not deep enough to stop her breathing? Plug her nose. Be there until she's slapping her hands against your thighs to let her breathe. Then just don't. Watch the tears run, the panic set in. Even though you said you liked to be rough, until this moment she never thought your rough hands might end up killing her. When you see the real fear flicker into her eyes, then let her up. Once she reels back to take a gasping breath, watch how eagerly she goes back to sucking your cock after that, grateful for another moment to serve you.

Facials: I'm sure you can imagine cum on a woman's face. Better yet, a return question: Do you like a cum lover or a cum hater?

Anyway hope that helps, Bede

So I've never been deep throated, had sloppy head or came on anyone's face.

What have I missed?

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Should Have Known Better...

/ smut / dubious circumstances / rough play / kidnapping / light breeding / obsessive!friend /

Don't trust strangers. Not even strangers who smile.

You let him hold your hands once, helping you on the way home. The warmth of your skin has become his obsession, and if you won't take care of yourself, well, he'll just have to do it for you.

°.•. °.•. °.•. °.•. °.•. °.•. °.•. °.•. °.•. °.•. °.•. °.•.

"Shh, shh, shh..." His breath on my neck makes me shiver.

His hand firmly placed on the middle of my back means I can't do much more than squirm as I realize what's happening. He must have tied up my hands while I was passed out as I can't separate my wrists and there's something tight and cold digging into my skin.

Tears prick my eyes. I'm scared, the world is oddly muttered and my thoughts coming slower than I'm used to.

Last I remember, I was headed home on the bus late night, talking to that guy who takes that route about as often as I did. We were friendly, he seemed nice. He always worried about me being out too late, telling me to look out for weirdos. He walked me home sometimes, just to make sure I got back safe. I won't lie, I liked him but haven't worked up the nerve to ask for his number.

That wasn't last night though. Last night I'd been exhausted, practically falling asleep mid-conversation.

He looked almost mad at me, sounded it too. "Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"I guess not." I half-laughed. He doesn't seem to think it's funny.

"Drink some water before you pass out on me. I think it's about time to take you home."

How could I have been so tired that those words didn't even strike me as strange? That I'd take a drink from a stranger I barely even know the name of? That I'd let him follow me home?

What a stupid girl.

All his weight is on me, pinning me to the bed. It feels like there's no escape, he's my entire world now whether I like it or not. The panic tells me I'm trapped, that louder voice says I've always wanted this. I need to feel crushed and used.

Now he was saying, "That's right. Don't fight it."

I hadn't even realized my arms stopped fighting once I recognized his voice.

"The handcuffs are just for your safety, if you behave we won't need them forever."

Forever?

But his hands have moved on from my back. His fingers dig into the flesh my thighs and pull me flush against his hips. I'm wet. I hear the stickiness of my thighs and it makes my whole chest burn with an intense feeling of shame and an echoing ache of need deep.

"Needy fucking cunt, huh doll face. I fucking knew it."

"No!" I manage to whine out. As my reward he leans over, slapping his hand over my mouth.

With one rough thrust, like he was waiting for my groggy protest, he penetrates. An explosive moan bursts out of me. I can't help it. The burn of stretching makes my toes curl. That dark sick laughter he lets out tells me he knows what he's doing to me, he can feel the pulse of my pussy and that my body is enamored.

Ruthlessly pounded into the mattress from behind, every slap of his hips feels like a brand into my soul. I'll never forget this, he's a part of me now even if I should hate it. Every inch of me cries when that cock threatens to leave me unfilled for even a moment.

I cum, terribly, terribly hard. Thighs shaking, chest heaving. He's still in me and I just can't stop quaking on his cock. If he thrusts again I don't know if I'll weep or just pass out.

Of course, he hasn't released yet. He brands me again and my vision blurs. Soft broken noises of pleasure fog my breaths. I can't keep my eyes open.

"That's right, go back to sleep. I'll take everything I need from you, and you don't have to worry about a thing at all..."

As terrible as it sounds, my core tightens. in my sleep he'll breed me. If I'm lucky he'll leave after that. But something tells me this isn't just a nightmare, and in the morning his won't just be the ghostly touch of a wet dream.

The heavy weight of the handcuffs, hot now though no less restrictive, promises to hold you there for as long as he desires. No longer, no shorter. And if he's telling the truth, it sounds like he's keeping you for a long time.

But, well, doesn't every girl want a man who will stay forever?

Just had a little thought I'd like to share... ever have those days you just want to be bent over and used? I have those a lot. Hope you enjoyed.

With Love, Bede

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Have you been considering the mysteries of the mind? The unknowable reasons behind the actions of others? Looking for a deeper insight into the instincts and biology of those who are not of your designation? Curious about your own? Or have you recently befriended a person who falls under the Hind and are interested in better understanding them?

These are all reasonable queries.

Hind folk can be mysterious even to one another, driven by a compelling inner voice which fundamentally influences every day behavior. Assertive, submissive, and passive designations all live by their own complex rules which can seem indecipherable for those outside them. Even cross Primaries and Secondaries, there can be glaring differences in basic desires and needs which make co-existing unnecessarily difficult if unaccounted for.

Read along to peer just below the surface and gain a deeper and more comprehensive view of the realities of the Hind.

(( Hello there Lovely,

I love A/B/O, I've been in love with it for longer than it's generally acceptable to admit, and almost all my romantic and erotic fiction either explicitly or subtextually includes these dynamics. By all that I mean to say, I've taken a long to time think about omegaverse--or as I've taken to calling it "The Hind"--and wrote a little bit about that and decided to publish it.

About 10K words, it's completely free and you can download with the link above or as a PDF here right off my little website. Enjoy it. Feel free to write your own work off my ideas if you like them (and please share it with me if you do!!), and I'd appreciate any and all feed back.

With Love,

Bede ))

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NORMALIZE BEING A HOPELESS ROMANTIC WITH A BREEDING / PREGNANCY KINK !!!!!!

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Just a friendly reminder to listen to your body. Even if you can't get up and stretch for whatever reason, sometimes just a little wiggling can shake the funk off, relax your stiff back, or brighten your mood.

Taking care of yourself is not self indulgent, it's just good practice!

With Love,

Bede

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Memoir's from the Mansion #1

Peeper is a simple toad. A watcher of sorts, a gargoyle who may have had the breath of life exhaled on him, a sitter on the thirteenth throne. One might call him a guardsman, but a guard is assumed to do more than simply watch the coming and goings of others.

Fascinated by the stars and the strange, Peeper sees all those who walk the way and enter the Toadstool Mansion which has always been his home.

At the end of Toad Rd and Lilly St you may feel his gaze, magnified by the strength of his custom telescope. His telescope is his favorite thing, closely followed by his favorite rug. If you'd like to watch something funny, come by the mansion during a rainstorm (the only time Peeper may be found inside) and watch him carefully roll his rug inside with his desperate stubby little arms.

Once the sky finally clears, he'll find his nearest buddy to help him set up his telescope once more. He never speaks, only squeaks, but eventually he'll get someone to help him. Then back to staring Peeper goes, until his poor little head can't help but plop to the ground. Sleeping wherever he's standing is how he's always done it, and he's not going to stop any time soon!

Peeper might not do much. He might be a bit of a weirdo. And if you think you feel eyes on you during your visit, at least you know that it's just that silly buddy Peeper and he might like you.

But... don't be like Peeper. See something, say something (and not just in peeps!)

With Love,

Bede

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Always Watching: A Reader Insert x Ghost (COD)

✧˖° Happy indulging, lovelies. ✧˖°

Of course, enjoy, and look out for more if you like my style. If you're feeling a little impatient though, explore my website and find some of my other works that you might enjoy.

With love, Bede

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Frog of the Day - 5th May 2025

🐸 Keke

Instagram/nattattacks

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Big steppy

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𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 . . <3

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by nuqui_herping

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— Franz Kafka (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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You! Yes, you, I see you there...

To all curious on lookers! If my frogs or my musing delight you, in the you can find out a little more about me and my work on my website. At the Toadstool Mansion, between it's halls and it's logs, you will find all that may delight you.

Domineering, intense, loyal. I love the masculine eye, imagining how he thinks and feeling what it means for him to be in pleasure. All my work is dedicated to him, the lover who never leaves me, and let me introduce him to you through a thousand faces.

Like you may be, I'm also obsessed with the realm of desires and the instinctual mind, or as I call it the Hind (which you can learn all about my take of with this free book). I dream of a place where touch is more tantalizing, every breath reveals a secret of the inner world--even those better kept hidden away.

Whether you are taken away by the hand of an original character, or slipping into the shoes of a reader insert in a fantasy you already love, each story endeavors to stimulate the imagination and eliminate the strict bounds of reality.

Books, Adoptable Frogs, links to all my work, commissions, and more can be found at the Toadstool Mansion, home of Self Indulgent Fiction, where you are encouraged to have your cake and savor every last morsel.

Please enjoy yourself, you're more than welcome to stay a while.

~With Love, Bede