Las Burbujas

22 🫟 Queer 🫟 He/Him 🫟 Don't like, don't read 🫟 Tagging system is a mess

[el-demonio]

Call me Bubbles. He/Him pronouns.

This is a side blog for me to throw everything that makes me horny.

Minors, do not interact. Know if I see you in my notes, I'm blocking you on sight.

My blog runs on a queue so I don't flood my own dash with porn all the time. I don't have a queue tag.

Don't like what you see? Get out. I'm not doing this for anyone but myself.

[rotting-gorewhoree]

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[goblinlace]

Raid the kitchen drawers to find the next depraved item you’re gonna force my holes to take. Pull out the whisk, teasing my hold with the thin pieces of cold metal as you drag it along my entrance. Give me a few hard whacks, smacking the widest part of the whisk right on my cunt, before you start worming it into me. I’ll stretch painfully around it, finally getting some relief once the widest part has popped past my entrance and eased further into me. You don’t push it all the way into me. You can still see my pussy stretched open, around a part of the whisk closer to the handle, giving you a view deep into me. First you shine a flashlight in, watching my walls flutter and struggle around the whisk. I wonder if you’re going to fuck me with it, or pull it out and continue to raid the kitchen drawers for objects to jam into me. Instead I feel you angle my hips up. I hear the zip of your fly sliding down, see you holding your soft dick in your hand. Your grin is wicked, as you let loose your stream and you use my cunt, held open and ready by the whisk, as your personal urinal. Your hot piss fills me, and I can feel it pooling deep into my pussy, getting close to overflowing.

[unhingeddollsstuff]

need a guy who will stretch me to the absolute limit. pushes anal beads into me until i'm crying, begging him to stop while he shushes me and assures me i can take just a few more. convinces me to take the whole wine bottle in me. experimenting just how many dildos i can take up my ass at once. shove random household objects in me. stretching me til can fit in his whole fist in me easily. gets me so loose, i fear i'll never be able to get back to normal.

[onlyinmy-ass]

I really wanna be the centre piece at a party where I'm tied up head down, ass up. Maybe I'm naked from the start, or maybe it's even better if I'm in skimpy clothes that only cover the parts of my body noone cares about but leave my holes and tits and ass pretty much completely on view anyway

A line of bottles lined up on the table next to me and everyone can choose whether to a) take a swig of the alcohol themselves, b) pour some over me and lick it off, or c) shove the bottle into my ass or cunt and let it fill me up

Id get drunk so quickly without even drinking a drop, moaning and begging to be filled by more than the head of a bottle, whining for cocks and tongues and fingers, a soaked, dripping mess for everyone to enjoy

[anaughtythought-deactivated2011]

[makemonymoo-deactivated20260501]

Okay but like. An eldritch horror you summon as a last resort to solve a problem suspends you over the altar you summoned it from and fucks you with its tentacles while it mocks you for thinking it might help you

You’ve made a mistake.

The thought has no sooner crossed your mind when you hear mocking laughter. It seems to come from every direction, and an unnatural wind begins to build, whipping your hair in about your face.

The ancient tome you’d used to summon the creature emits an unholy glow, and you reach out to slam it shut in the hopes of stopping whatever’s happening. Your hand is jerked roughly behind your back by some invisible force.

“At last,” a loud voice booms. “I am free.”

You swallow hard, icy fear crawling across your skin. But you summoned the creature for a reason. You gather your flagging courage and speak up.

“And it is I who freed you.”

The wind picks up. For a moment, there is nothing but silence. And then…

The pages of the tome flutter briefly. And the tip of a tentacle emerges from the book, first one, then another, so many you lose count. Some of the tentacles are slender, no wider than your pinky. Others are thicker than your thigh.

Terror spikes through you as they surround you. You feel them creeping across your skin, curving around your waist and between your legs. They leave a trail of slick behind as they slide over you. Beneath the fear, there’s the faint flicker of something else. Something you wilfully ignore.

“I need your help,” you tell the creature, even as more tentacles encircle you. “I need—”

Your words are cut off by a thunder-like crack of laughter.

“You are in no position to make demands,” the voice rumbles.

“But the book—”

“Was written to lure foolish mortals like you into my web.”

Oh, no.

Horror and helplessness wash over you, and you swallow back the lump in your throat. A single tear tracks down your cheek.

“Not to worry, little one,” the monstrous voice croons. “Soon, you’ll forget all your worries.”

By now, the tentacles are everywhere, they’ve wrapped around your middle and encircled your wrists and ankles. A startled cry escapes you as your legs are spread and you’re lifted off your feet.

“What are you doing?!”

More mocking laughter echoes through the room.

“Why, giving you your reward, of course.”

You open your mouth—to scream in protest, to demand your release, you don’t know—when a tentacle shoves its way passed your lips. It’s slick and the taste is strange, almost too sweet. You rear back, but the tentacle follows, refusing to let you pull away.

The faint flicker from before burns brighter, even as the fear crests.

You wriggle and twist, attempting to clench your thighs together. The creature pays you no mind. While some of the more slender tentacles have slipped beneath your clothing to tease across your sensitive skin, the thicker ones tug impatiently at the material separating it from your body. With one sharp tug, one of the largest tentacles rips away the crotch of your jeans.

No!

You struggle harder now, even as the tentacle in your mouth presses in deeper. It’s hitting the back of your throat now. You’re getting used to the taste of it, and a fog creeps along the edges of your mind.

Why are you fighting?

The thought makes you hesitate, just for a moment. That’s all the time the creature needs to tear your shirt off, exposing your chest to the cool air. Your nipples immediately pucker as the wind seems to pick up.

No, you need to get away, get back home. This isn’t what you want.

But it’s getting harder and harder to remember that. The slick touch of so many tentacles glides over your skin, making it glisten in the strange light from the tome. The smaller limbs seem to be seeking out all your most sensitive spots. They take turns flicking over your nipples; two have made their way down to your throbbing clit, flicking over it in a way that makes you shudder.

You close your eyes. You need to concentrate. You need to—

The tentacle in your mouth is delicious. The slickness is sweet and thick like honey as it trickles down your throat. Maybe. Maybe you should just make the best of a bad situation. Trick the beast into thinking you’ve acquiesced so that it will loosen its hold so you can flee.

Yes. That’s what you’ll do.

You begin to suck, accepting the tentacle deeper down your throat.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, you don’t pay much attention to the voice rumbling around you. The distant part of your mind that’s still working congratulates yourself on your cunning. Clearly, your plan is worki—

A large tentacle pushes into your soaking cunt. Your shocked cry is muffled by the tentacle in your mouth. This appendage is thick, as thick as your wrist, and your eyes water as it presses deeply inside of you. It’s huge. Bigger than anything you’ve ever had inside you before. You squirm. to get away or take more of it, you’re not sure.

“Yes,” the creature says. “This is what you need.”

You’re distantly aware of the edge of the altar digging into your hips, it’s hard enough to bruise. When had you gotten so close? The light from the tome is blinding now, making you squeeze your eyes shut.

The tentacle in your mouth is secreting even more liquid now, enough that you can’t swallow it all. You can feel some of it leaking out from between your lips. A heartbroken sound escapes you at the waste. Maybe if you took it deeper…?

You’re still fighting the beast, but now you’re struggling to spread your legs wider, for the tentacle in your cunt to fuck you harder. This was why you’d summoned the creature, wasn’t it? This was what you were made for. To accept the tentacle probing at your puckered hole and to gag on the one in your mouth.

To cum on the tentacle that’s making your stomach bulge.

“Little whore,” the creature purrs. “You’ll be thanking me by the time we’re through.”

You find yourself hoping that won’t be for a very long time.

[dummy-daisy]

fuck me with random objects anytime you want. i want to have things shoved up my ass or pussy all the time. in the supermarket, it's carrots or zucchinis or eggplants. at home, you use my hairbrush, a bunch of markers, the broom handle, the shampoo bottle or kitchen utensils. in front of our friends, make me hold beer bottles or soda cans in my holes. stuff me full of anything you can find and laugh at how pathetic it makes me look 🩷

[blacksalander]

Teeth

[bearded-m-a-n3]

[tasks-for-sluts]

You stared at the bed posts every night wondering how good they would feel in your hungry holes. One day you gave in and now you can't sleep without riding your bed 💕

[spookshowbabyprincess]

thinking about being blindfolded in a glory hole, someone else manhandling my holes around so my mouth and pussy can be filled with cum and I'll never even be able to guess who it was... the walls are sturdy but thin enough to hear strangers degrade me and tell me how good my tight little cunt feels wrapped around their throbbing cocks... every now and then someone shoves something else in me - a bottle, a hair brush handle, fingers, whatever they have - making me scream, cumming even harder when I hear him laughing at how pathetic I am...

[garlicbunny]

“ok lets do warm up sketch”

“oh..”

[pineappleisland]

you know what yeah i will post, actually thank you for the absolute banger inspiration op

[garlicbunny]

oh woah this is drawn so beautifully!!!!

[deck-mate]

Objects I'd beg to be raped with

Beer bottle

Monster can

Everything in my shower caddy (shampoo bottle, conditioner, body wash, loofah)

Pool balls & pool cues

Bollard in the middle of town

mop handle

Wine bottle after pouring the contents down my throat (then my ass when I won't swallow)

Cucumber(s)

XL bong as I cry bc I'm too high to move

Trailer hitch

Bed post

Knife handle (threaten to use the other end if I struggle)

Baseball bat

Markers (record is 22 markers at once)

Bowling pin

Hollow Kong toy

Sticks & branches

Carrots, as many as will fit (then a few more)

A baseball, then baseballs

Add a softball to my overfilled cunt

Inflatable ball so big I can't push it out when it's fully inflated

Egg plant

Corn cob

Soda bottle filled with piss (shove the open bottle in my ass when you're done with me)

Gear stick

Wand vibe head turned up so high I just sob bc I'm so overstimmed

Used condoms after gangraping me

2 Litre bottle

Whisk as an improvised speculum to keep me gaped as you fill me with cum, spit, piss, anything you can think of

Bonus

Fleshlight in my cunt + Any of the above

[dumbbitchforuse]

Wanna be trapped on a pole, feeling it push deeper and deeper, impossibly deep inside me. Wiggling and squirming, unable to get free, as you laugh and take pictures. Strangers walking past, stopping to admire how the pole is stretching out my cunt, before moving on with their day.

[dumbanddamaged]

I have such a weird specific bar rape fantasy about being tied to a pool table at a busy sports bar and having people compete to launch the balls at my pussy until eventually someone just stuffs one in there after already invading all my holes with pool cues. I spend the night being touched, fucked, abused, laughed at, and filmed, then left there overnight covered in cum, piss, and spilled drinks, my holes stuffed with random objects, ready to be used again the next day.

The next day I'll spend the day tied to the urinals to be throat fucked, cummed on, pissed on, and written on.

[domhaze-deactivated20130703]

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[dykecunt]

last night Sir made me stuff my cunt full of markers until i couldn't take anymore and put hairclips on my cunt lips and clit. i've never felt more like a cheap whore and i've never been wetter