#bubbly writes <3

[crimsonbubble]

no bc just imagine how sexually frustrated miguel would be after chasing you around like cat and mouse… the breeding has entered the chat

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, breeding kink, creampies, hair pulling, degradation, overstimulation, a bit of manhandling, improper use of webs *not proofread, just pure horny

[I want him so bad why can't he be real 😔😔😔]

MINORS DNI!!

he's getting tired of this, but your pretty eyes and soft lips draw in him each time he swore that he wouldn't fall for your games. as tired as he is, he always lets you get away with it.

letting you get away with it a little too easily. though now he's stopped his chasing, trying to keep himself occupied to stop himself from playing into your games. he can feel your eyes on him, burning into his back as he continues working through anomaly reports.

as you tried to sneak up on him, you felt something spread across your chest, wrapping around your arms. with a sharp tug, miguel pulled you into him. you collided with his chest, a hand holding his webs and a hand on your lower back. you struggled against the webs, only making him spread more around you.

miguel quickly tugged your mask off, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the shock written on your face. "not so tough now, huh?" you struggled against the webs again, trying to pull yourself away from him. "don't try and run from me now, you earned this."

miguel let out a grunt, pushing you up against his desk. he pressed a heavy hand to your back, webbing your wrists together. with little to no care, his talons rip through the crotch of your spider suit. the cloth is torn to shreds on the platform. "you've been nothing but a pain in the ass,"

miguel takes in the sight of you bound in crimson webs and bent over his desk. "a real thorn in my side." you try to peer over your shoulder only for miguel to press your head down to his desk. "we're not done til I say we're done." he disengages his suit with a flash, grinding his throbbing cock through your folds.

"you're lucky I'm even letting you have my cock." he says this yet he's just as needy for you as you are for him. the back and forth, the pushing and pulling, the cat and mouse games; he loves them but sometimes all he really wants is to web you up and fuck you til your legs give out.

and that is exactly what he's going to do. miguel lets his own fantasies and desires lead him, letting himself act on his impulses. miguel bottomed out in one sharp thrust, your walls convulsing and tightening around him as he fucked you. each thrust was heavier than the last, hips hips knocking you up further onto his desk.

with the hand pushing your face into his desk, he's tangling his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back as he rocked his hips into yours. you can't get words out because of how rough his pace is. miguel set a hand on your hip, using it to pull your ass back on his dick.

every thrust in and pull back forced his cock deeper, stretching your walls to accommodate his size. you're practically seeing stars shoot across your vision, mouth hanging open with each moan and cry that leaves you breathier than the last. with how easily miguel is leading you to orgasm, you know that you're not getting out of this for a while.

"only the first and you're already this fuckin' messy, huh?" the condescending tone makes your pussy flutter, as miguel tracks a finger over your pulsing clit. he rubs circles against the throbbing bud as you tumble head first into another orgasm. "m-miggy-" the words are caught in your throat, being passed by lewd cries and heavy moans.

your slick is gushing around his cock, and the wet noises of skin on skin finally make it to your ringing ears. miguel pushes your head against his desk again, grunting as he speeds through his release. it's a flood of warmth as miguel keeps his pace, groaning as much cum spills out of you. "fuck, look at you. such a messy little thing."

you can't tell up from down as miguel guides you to another orgasm. you're trying to alleviate the heavy plows of his hips by raising to your toes, but it only motivates miguel to go even harder, as if he's trying to knock the sense out of you. your eyes are blurring with tears, the stinging of the overstimulation starting to bite.

in a feeble attempt at pushing miguel away, he pins your wrists against your back. he uses it as more leverage to pull you back on his cock, letting another heavy load paint your walls white. "it's okay, take it just like that." the moans he's letting out are deep and guttural, a noise you would've missed if you weren't being drowned in his mere presence.

you're struggling against the webs again, the tingle of the overstimulation reaching new heights. miguels superhuman nature granted him increased stamina and endurance, making it easy for him to ride out his second high while you're crashing through your third. "c'mon now, is that all you got?"

you outwardly whine at his words, pushing your hips back to meet him halfway. miguel leans down, his chest to your back as he kisses up your neck. his fangs pushed against your skin, lightly grazing it with a featherlike pressure. it's as if he's teasing the idea that he could sink his teeth in. he very much could but he wants you to feel everything that he's doing to you.

he's got you trapped, and he doesn't intend on letting you go any time soon.

[memospacexx]

Cant beleive the first ao3 Amazing digital circus post is caine/reader SMUT (im not complaining however, hes my favorite :3)

[deiaiko]

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[queerpyracy]

i don't see anybody talking about this but i just wanted to say i think it's cool and neat how the disinformation saint who can literally rewrite reality isn't staying within the control of her creators. good thing that doesn't reflect anything real!

[abyranss]

I like that Yuma and Nagisa's weapons sort of match with their respective mentor/big sister figures, being a polearm and some sort of firearm.

[artistfingers]

sketches from the first 3 chapters of my tsukihina fic, soap bubble (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

[angel-bubbles]

the hat rule

this has been a doozy and will definitely have multiple parts because i can't shut up about these fools but i needed to get this out into the world >:3 more coming i promise

read on ao3!!

David, Angel, Sam, and Darlin' are going out, sweet little moments ensue :)

Part One - David & Angel

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“It’ll be fun!” Angel’s voice echoed around the two of them as they dragged the end of the word out. David looked down at them skeptically which only caused their scheming smile to grow.

“I think our definitions of fun are different.”

Angel was leaning haphazardly against the wall of their bedroom pulling their beat up old cowboy boots on while David watched from the door. He hadn’t ever seen them in this outfit, to be honest he didn’t even know they owned boots like that. To his credit, Angel kept them in the back of the closet safely tucked away in a box so they wouldn’t get lost or tossed. 

Once they got their jeans situated they popped up and walked over to the mirror, not missing the way David’s eyes followed them carefully. 

They nodded in approval at the sight of their outfit before spinning on their now heeled foot to get a proper look at him. When they saw that he hadn’t moved even a little bit from his post in the doorway they threw their head back and groaned, giving him the best puppy dog eyes they could muster.

“Come on, I already told Sam you were coming!”

“Oh I know, you haven’t stopped talking about it all week.” Angel sighed and finally made their way towards him. His shoulders were stiff and his eyebrows furrowed, but when his eyes met with theirs there was a certain softness in them. They took a few steps and wrapped their arms around his neck, staring up to meet his gaze.

“If you really don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I know it’s not really your thing.” They said softly. “I can always say something came up. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” David sighed at their reassurance, letting the stiffness from his shoulders loosen as he gently placed his hands on their hips.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go I just-” He cut  his sentence off with a frustrated growl and shook his head. “I don’t know any of the fancy dances or anything. I’m gonna look stupid.” 

Angel smiled knowingly at the confession and leaned up on their toes, placing a reassuring kiss to his lips. His grip on their sides tightened holding their foreheads together even after their lips had separated. 

“You think Tank knows the dances?” Their voice was lilted with laughter but they managed to hide it as they imagined the two wolves fumbling around on the dance floor. David’s eyebrows furrowed again and he pulled his face back from theirs so he could properly look at them.

“They’re actually coming?” The disbelief in his voice caused Angel to laugh for real this time, but they nodded their head, only causing David to blink owlishly at them, seemingly at a loss for words. “How the hell did you two manage that?” 

Angel shrugged and carefully pulled themself away from him, grabbing his hand in the process and pulling him with them. He easily followed, letting his mate lead him into their shared walk-in closet. Really, if he didn’t want to follow them he could have easily stayed put, but he liked to humor them from time to time. 

“Sam did all the heavy lifting on that one. Plus, I might have let it slip that you had already agreed.” David scoffed a little, dropping their hand as they started digging through his side of the closet.

“Mmm, and when exactly did I agree?” Angel turned with a hanger in their right hand and a pair of blue jeans in their left as they smiled their trademark shit-eating grin and shrugged their shoulders again.

“Right now.” 

David laughed at their expression and shook his own head as he took the clothes from their outstretched hands.

“That took you all of two seconds, you snot.” 

“I’ve been picturing it all week.” 

Their words had him raising an eyebrow over at them only to find them rummaging through the closet again. He slowly changed,very aware of the feeling of Angel’s eyes on him as he did so.

“I know you’re watching, perv.” He said over his shoulder, only to be met with a small laugh from the depths of the closet.

“I know.” They called, only causing his smirk to widen as he pulled on the black shirt. He glanced in the mirror before finding his mate digging around through their clothes.

“Don’t people wear like, I don’t know, flannels and shit to these things?” Angel peeped their head out of the corner they were digging in and let their eyes roam their mates body. David felt his ears warm up from the look in their eyes alone but simply quirked an eyebrow at them. 

Once their eyes met his own again their cheeks were also flushed, clearly forgetting he had even said anything. He laughed a little, trying to hide the butterflies he had in his own stomach as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Head out of the gutter, trouble maker.” 

His words seemed to snap Angel out of their trance and they shook their head and bit their lip to hide their smile.

“Um-” They paused to clear their throat which only caused David’s smirk to grow tenfold, but Angel quickly found their confidence again, playing off the whole interaction like it was nothing.

“Sometimes, yeah. A lot of people will be wearing them and if you want to you can. But, it’s gonna get hot in there. And you already look hot in that.” They said matter-of-factly. David hummed in response, still noting the warmth in their skin but opting to not mention it as they go back to rummaging through their closet. After a few more minutes of watching them destroy their closet he grumbles under his breath, taking wide strides to stop them from their frenzy.

“What could you possibly be looking that hard for?” Angel spun and looked up at him with a frown sitting on their lips.

“I was hoping I had my old hat. I uh, let’s say I borrowed it for simplicity's sake.” They were talking animatedly with their hands, the way they did when a story would devolve into a hundred other stories at once but David couldn’t help cutting in. 

“You stole it?” 

“I didn’t steal it per say, but you know the hat rule. And I was in college, took it off some dude’s head and he uh. He let me keep it.” They wore a proud smile on their face and David found himself groaning out loud.

“You were gonna wear some old fling’s hat?” He said incredulously to which Angel’s smile only grew and they shook their head.

“No. I was gonna make you wear it.” Their tone was light and easy but David felt his eyebrows shoot upwards at the idea. Only to then be surrounded by their laughter as he walked away from them. 

“As much as I would love that,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “I’ll pass.”

“Davey,” they said, dragging the end of his nickname out. They didn’t follow him in to the main portion of their bedroom though, still staring confusedly up at the looming shelves of their closet. “I swear I had it when we moved.” 

The words were spoken under their breath but he found himself wracking his own brain for any memory of a hat. How had they managed to live together for over two years and he didn’t know they had an entire get up just sitting in the closet? 

When Angel finally re-emerged from the closet they did so with a sigh, their body sagging in disappointment. David watched as they came and slumped down onto the bed next to him, plopping their head onto his broad shoulder. 

“Is there a reason you need this mysterious hat?” He said, subtly leaning into the warmth their smaller body exuded. They did their best to shake their head given the position the two were sitting in, their frown cementing on their mouth.

“You’d just look really hot in a cowboy hat.” 

Their words were spoken like it was a known fact, and not them proclaiming his level of attractiveness. The gall of it pulling a laugh that resembled a snort from him. 

“Mhm. Is that so?” Angel nodded before pulling their head up, straightening their spine again.

“I had a whole vision.” 

“One that included your ex’s old hat.” He deadpanned, only causing Angel to laugh in response. 

“Technically not my ex,” David glared in their direction, causing their smile to grow tenfold, “but, I guess yes. In my defense I don’t see any other hats sitting around here!” 

“I could ask Sam if he had an extra hat for you but… you know the rule.” Angel said and there’s a smug glint in their eyes that causes the heat to climb up David’s neck again. 

“Jesus– you are a menace you know that?” But his words were met with a shit-eating grin and he shook his head in disapproval. 

Finally popping up from their spot on the bed they straightened their shirt, extending their hands to David, pulling him to stand in front of them. They wordlessly placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving him standing there, watching them walk out of their room.

Emphasis on watching them leave, entranced by their retreating figure. He would have to be sure they didn't shove those pants back into whatever corner they were hiding in after tonight. 

Sighing he willed himself to move, making his way to the closet. He had boots, a pair that was absolutely beat to hell and back and pulling them on confirmed that they were definitely on their last leg. His dad wore them everywhere and though David had outgrown every other thing he had left behind, the old boots still fit perfectly. 

Growing up he had asked his father a million and one times why he wore boots, and his father had dodged the question a million and two times. Now David thinks he just didn’t have an answer, no real reason why he did. Hell, if someone came up to David and asked him why he wore the shoes he did he wouldn’t have an answer. Because they’re practical? 

Were cowboy boots practical? Did Gabe find them practical? Even wearing them now he found it hard to believe his dad found comfort in them. Maybe it was because they weren’t his own, but they felt foreign to him, like he wasn’t meant to be wearing them at all. 

He found Angel in the kitchen, perched on the counter with a half eaten apple in one hand and their phone in the other. Their feet were swinging a little as they bit into the fruit, not noticing David’s presence. 

Though they must have seen his figure approaching them because they looked up just as he settled himself between their dangling legs. Their eyes practically twinkled when they looked up at him, gently placing their food and their phone down on the counter. 

“Tank has an old hat you can wear.” They lifted their arms to settle on his shoulders, shamelessly looking his body up and down, reveling in how much they liked that shirt on him. He hummed in acknowledgement before tipping their chin up and quickly claiming their lips with his own. 

The air was thick as his hands traveled up and down their body while theirs got lost in his hair, holding him close. The kiss lasted a lot longer than it should have, his lips trailing down the curve of their jaw and latching onto their neck both losing track of time. 

“We’re gonna be late.” Angel’s words were breathless as they finally gave in and guided David’s head to be level with their own again. His hair mussed and his pupils dilated as he smirked down at them watching the way their own face flushed with heat. 

“Tank’s version of ‘on time’ is 45 minutes late.” He said simply causing them to laugh and gently pushing him away from them. 

“But Sam’s version is at least 15 minutes early, maybe they’ll meet in the middle.” David hummed again, helping Angel down from the counter. 

“My Angel, actually worried about being on time? Are you sure you're feeling okay?” The small smile curved at his lips as Angel balanced on their toes and fixed his hair back to how he liked it. Or as best as they could. They were certain he would fix it all over again once they got in the car. 

“I’m excited! I haven’t gone dancing in a long time.” 

“Mhm, you’re just excited to watch me make a fool of myself.” Angel beamed up at him as they regained their balance on their feet feigning innocence.

“Well not just you. I’m excited to see Tank too.” 

David watched as Angel scurried out to the car after their comment, laughing to themself. He couldn’t help but feel a smile lining his own mouth as he watched them.

“You’re such a shithead.” He muttered under his breath, quickly snagging his keys out of the bowl on the counter and following them out the door. 

[johnslittlespoon]

CROZ AND BUBBLES PRAISE KINK. GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS.

THESE SWEET BOYS.

bubbles adores crosby so much, this is something that would form so naturally between the two of them, would probably start out platonically even. he sees how hard crosby is on himself and takes on the mission of encouraging him and telling him what a great job he's done. and of course crosby does the same for him, but bubbles just loves the warm feeling he gets when he visibly sees crosby relax after he compliments him, the bashful smile he gets in return, so he can't help but take every opportunity he gets to praise him.

and then, as things progress into less–than–platonic territory, bubbles can't help but wonder if crosby's need for praise translates in the bedroom as well. he's on his back, legs tangled with crosby's, and crosby's jerking them both off in his hand. bubbles has his fingers tangled in the back of crosby's hair to hold him down as they messily make out, panting into each other's mouths, rocking against each other.

crosby's hand tightens on an upstroke, and bubble whines against his lips, slips in a "fuck, that's good", feels crosby's hips jerk against his in response and has an oh moment when he realizes it does in fact get to the man in that way, too. plows on, "you're so good, cros, make me feel so good" in a breathy voice, and crosby spills over his fist and onto bubbles' stomach without warning, choking out a moan, confirming bubbles' theory and making his mind spin with all of the different ways he can take advantage of this. <3

[crimsonbubble]

ghost with rookie!reader who has a voice kink :(( [renders from @ave661]

like he doesn't realize it right away bc he's always talking and giving orders to others but this sweet little rookie is almost melting anytime that he tells them to do smth. he'll figure it out so quickly too, it's embarrassing. he'll purposely toy around with his voice and make it deeper with a slightly harsher rasp and just watch the rookie struggle to focus.

the sweet rookie just cant help how their superior's voice makes them feel :(( it's wrong but he's got such a nice voice it makes your insides mushy :(( as long as you don't think about how good it would sound for him to praise you while you suck him off or when he's burying his thick cock into you :((

he'd talk your ear off with all that praise. constant coos of "just like that, lovie." "fuckin' use my cock, there we go."

[spaceyflowerswriting]

🗨️ (the text thingy i have a different emoji 😭)

Hey Vasco, would you want to come and learn salsa with me?? And after, we could get some food at that restaurant you like, it would be a cute little date..?

Vasco sat in his desk, head resting down in his crossed arms. He had been staring at his phone in front of him for the past 10 minutes. Ever since the two of you talked during lunch, he had been excitedly waiting for the offer you said you were going to text him.

When it finally arrived, he practically lunged for his phone, despite it being front of him, and eagerly read through. He replied without even thinking:

SALSA SOUNDS REALLY GOOD!!

Learn salsa...

Oh the dance?! Or making it..??? I'm happy either way 😋

Food after sounds good too!! It's a date confirmed!! ✨✨✨

[collectivecloseness]

Hey y’all! I’m shifting into fanfic mode more and more. I’ve been writing more... just not finishing editing and posting it, lmao...

So to help me out, I’d love to give you guys full reign, to send me any hc’s you have!!

They can be about any character - or mix of them - I write for, and can be about anything; be that angst hc’s, smutty thoughts, fluffy hc’s, or just sending me “imagine: xyz”.

Long thoughts about a scenario, a quick sentence abt a hc you see as fact, or it can be the opposite, where you send in an example, and I’ll answer which character I think most fits with whatever hc/scenario/etc you’ve asked!

It could be yandere fruity four ideas, feelings on what stobin x reader would be like at family video, headcanons on how someone reacts to reader being sick, literally any headcanons, ideas, or any thought you guys have, you have full reign to share! And I’ll be responding with my own little ideas (and hopefully some blurbs bc I’d love to get a lot of them out) too!

[aventvrina]

@halothes

The first thing that he feels is unexplainable warmth. It surrounds him gently, coaxing heavy eyes to open to dim light. He's not sure where he is but this wasn't supposed to be his destination. When Aventurine had bought the dream bubble he had expected the brutal winds of his homeland to be what would greet him. The desert would surround him and bristle his skin with harsh sand but ultimately, it would feel like home.

Instead, he's faced with a crowded room. Toys clutter the surroundings and fix their empty gaze upon him as if accusing him of intruding. He tries to sit up, hand reaching to rub away the sleep from his eyes but that only makes him freeze. A familiar weight of cool metal is around his wrists.

For a moment he forgets how to breathe. It's been so long since he left his chains that he can't help but to panic. He feels small once again. Powerless to the fate that he's been born into. And he would have continued spiraling had it not been for a sweet voice rousing him from his dread.

He can hear it coming from behind the wall of soft plush. There's a glow coming from above, almost acting like a spotlight to a scene he's yet to be privy of. With a crawl, he slowly pushes the toys to the side and makes his way towards the beautiful voice, timidly rising to his feet as he finally sees what illuminates the room.

There stands a child on a bed, unrefined posture that she's still learning to keep as she sings the melody gleefully. At the foot of her spectacle, watching with rapture is a boy on his knees. It's not hard to guess who these children might be, their wings a dead give away of just who this dream belongs to.

To think he'd end up with the dream bubble of the main leaders of the five lineages.

Before him, Sunday and Robin are the picture of unabashed joy, it's almost sickening how beautiful the sight is. The glow above makes a young Robin look almost ethereal. Even in a simple dress Aventurine can already see in her what her older self projects in her stellar performances. And Sunday, he is the picture perfect of a devotee adoring a saint. The open smile feels bizarre in contrast to the guarded empty smirks etched to his current leader image.

Jealousy is not unfamiliar to him. Granted, he knows that not everyone has had the same circumstances. It's only natural that the siblings would have had an easy start, they were after all the future leaders of the Oak family. Still, to be put in such a place while he's heavily reminded of his own past, Aventurine couldn't help but to feel disgusted at the display. His chains feel heavier than ever, the cool metal digging into his skin as he grips them in quiet rage.

He takes a step back, thinking he has seen enough yet in his haste he knocks down the wall of plushies who promptly bury him in fluff. With a resounding yelp he sits up, pushing away the giant toys from his lap trying to scram before they find him. But it's already too late. Silence is already filling the room as Aventurine looks back on his shoulder.

They had heard him.

[dilfsuzanneyk]

WIZARD AL YANKOVIC BE UPON YE

[ukgk]

[siphisket]

Gojo is Lancer-coded you just have to stop thinking about how cool he is for a minute

Edit: Updated Version

[deadwriter16]

a list of my funniest gdoc titles + the fics they belong to

aka sneaky way to promote my fics since i haven't written in forever

see blog header: i think im hilarious.

*spits flowers at ur feet* FIX THIS - self explanatory

bkg becomes a therapist pt. 2 - there is no part 1

big ouch, pt 1 - there is no official part 2, but i have written many more fics that can be classified as big ouch

fuck ap exams - i posted this i believe the day before my ap euro exam. i have taken many more ap exams since then. this statement still stands.

denki kaminari has absolutely no fear - change my mind

go shawty its your birthday - i wrote this for someones birthday

for the love of god deku tell people when your birthday is - self explanatory

deku doesn't remember the river - also self explanatory

deku get your shit together - also self explanatory

you devious licked my heart - the trend was going on at this time

hello, homewrecker - the line i wrote basically this whole fic off of

i like dick, just not up my ass, 2 - there is a part 1 actually

if u guys make out on the counter ONE MORE TIME - there was no making out on the counter in this fic

im gonna marry this dude i just met - self explanatory

stfu u punk ass bitch - best line ive ever written

take a shower, deku - he rly needed a shower ok

togadeku canon confirmed - self explanatory

why do i take requests again - i don't anymore so

you can be a hero without a quirk! anyway, here's a quirk :) - self explanatory

*kacchan, wielding a chainsaw* GAAAAY MARRIAGE - i have no explanation for this one honestly. i used a community quote as the gdoc title for my new girl au bc i was feeling unhinged ig