bkwrm523
Random Ramblings
64K posts
Sara, she/her. 18+ Multinfandom Madness, gamer, INFP. I am a smut peddler. I am here to peddle smut. If you wanna talk about wank, I can't help you. Requests are closed. Masterlist posts are #masterlist
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
bkwrm523 · 18 minutes ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
185K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 56 minutes ago
Text
3K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 2 hours ago
Text
Tumblr media
96K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 2 hours ago
Text
My 11-month male cat lets my foster kittens nurse on him.
(Source)
119K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 3 hours ago
Text
Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 3 hours ago
Text
Tumblr media
110K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 4 hours ago
Text
Tumblr media
104K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 5 hours ago
Text
Tumblr media
65K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 5 hours ago
Text
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 6 hours ago
Text
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 7 hours ago
Text
typical orange cat and void cat behavior 😺🐈
2K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 8 hours ago
Note
yesss Harris for the win!!🥰🥰🥰 you already seemed nice but now you’re 2000x better to me🥰🥰👋👋💗
lol well thanks!
yeah, i don't do political talk here (or anywhere really since it only leads to trouble)... but, it needs to be said.
I will be watching every bit of news coverage (not on FOX) today into the late evening with my family. We have pizza and popcorn and we're holding a Yeay HARRIS! / EndOfTheWorld Party... whichever it leads to be. Hopefully not the end of the world, but if it is, I am prepped. mostly. @mom-and-popcosmic still won't bring me home a case of ducttape like I've been asking for for the last 15 years. also, don't tell him I'm prepping again, I get in trouble. anywayyyyy
if you are eligible to vote in this election
GO VOTE. YOUR VOTE MATTERS. IT COUNTS. IT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING YOU CAN DO THIS YEAR. THE MOST IMPORTANT THING YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR FUTURE AND THE FUTURE OF THE FUCKING PLANET.
I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T LIKE HARRIS... JUST FUCKING DO THE RIGHT THING.
DO NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THAT ORANGE NIGHT.
STAND AND FIGHT.
CAST YOUR VOTE.
16 notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 8 hours ago
Text
Okay we're good. I went with kitties today, it was the first tag to search for I could think of. So! Voting day! Anyone else feeling wayyyy too much pressure? Today's queue is totally filled with pictures of cute kitties
o fuck it's voting day! I totally forgot to prepare my queue! Hang on a second, I'll get it done
2 notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 8 hours ago
Text
o fuck it's voting day! I totally forgot to prepare my queue! Hang on a second, I'll get it done
2 notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 20 hours ago
Note
horny knee-tattoo offerring...
ive had insomnia all this week and its super frustrating, bc you're tired but cant turn your brain off enough to sleep and its hard to physically tire yourself out at 4am yknow? maybe reader's 141 boy (any or all of em, its ur world babe) wakes up in the middle of the night and sees how frustrated and miserable their partner is, tossing and turning, doomscrolling, counting down the dwindling hours till their work alarm is due to go off, and they take it upon themself to fuck their partner to sleep. not just one round, no, orgasm after orgasm, squirting over the sheets, crying from tired frustration and then relief, till they fall asleep stuffed full around a cock. their boy(s) carefully get them all cleaned up and tucked back in the sheets dead asleep <3
i hope ur tattoo goes well! whatcha gettin 👀
Hii 💛
I went with Price cause I'm a simp
(also I'm getting Mothra)
cw: reader has a pussy which is referred to with fem terms, but no gendered pronouns for them. daddy kink (sorry). squirting. implied (non negotiated) somno. John's POV.
He's not expecting the glow of artificial light permeating the room when he opens his eyes in the dead of night, though by now he supposes he really should be.
You've been struggling to sleep for weeks now, the unhelpful sleep aids and your own frustration creating a bad feedback loop which left you tossing and turning into the early hours of morning when you would usually slink off downstairs to try your luck on the couch, leaving your side of the bed cold and empty.
It simply wouldn't do.
"Trouble sleeping, sweetheart?" His voice is rough with his own grogginess, sawing through the still of the night with enough force make you jolt, nerves shot with exhaustion.
"Yeah. Am I keeping you awake?"
He grabs after you when you begin to shift out of bed without even waiting for an answer. "Not at all. You stay right here." He pulls you closer to him, illustrating exactly what he means by tucking you in against his chest, his hand heavy where it cradles your skull. You sigh as if in contentment, but your body remains stiff and tense against him. "Anything I can do to help?"
"No," you grumble, just as much upset about it as he is. "Thanks though."
"Thoughts racing or just not tired?"
You shrug, shoulder jostling the arm he has slung over you. Your voice is watery when you respond. "Little bit of both I guess."
"Hey," John starts, immediately alert, pulling you impossibly closer. "What's wrong?"
You bury a sniffle in his chest, tension shifting rapidly to obvious frustration. "Nothing," you whine, obviously lying. "I'm just so fucking tired but it's like I'm not tired at all, you know? Like my brain's just decided we don't need it anymore even though body feels like a Furby with the battery running out, right? But there's nothing I can do; no matter what I try I'm still stuck laying here - wide the fuck awake and -!"
"Okay," John starts, easing you back onto the bed before you start rambling about more obscure nineties toys he's barely ever heard of. "Okay, let's just -." He pauses, at a loss, but then he looks down at you in the dim light of your forgotten phone and he sees your puffy face, the tear streaks, your hair a mess, tangled in sheets from all your tossing and your turning and he knows immediately how best to help you.
"I know something we can try, sweetheart."
"You do?" As if in contrast to your confused tone, your hands grip his forearms instinctively, eyes wide and hopeful as he lowered himself down over you, weight near crushing. He doesn't bother responding beyond a pleased rumble when your hands slip up over his biceps, kissing your fingertips when they curl over his shoulders. You're still so tense beneath him, but he's sleep-soft and heavy enough to smother you, thinks he can overwhelm you easy enough. Just has to ply you the right way.
The kisses your eyelids first, lips tracing the etch marks of your tears. He kisses the corner of your mouth, pulling back teasingly when he feels your lips part under his.
"John," you whine, and he can't help the huff of laughter which collects between you, humid and dense on your skin.
"Need me?"
"Yes."
He loves how eager you can get, the way you pull him down until he lays flat on top of you, the way you accept his tongue with a pleased groan. Your legs fall open beneath him and he grinds against you lazily, a tight contrast to your neediness, though he indulges you with the deep kisses he knows you crave.
When his lips trail down your neck, you thread your finger through his short cropped hair, your nails scratching against the tightness of his scalp and it eases that last little bit of lingering tension in him, makes him sink that last little bit into you. He's heavy, languid, forcing you to still yourself and meet his pace, rewarding you with a particularly dirty grind when you do.
He trails kisses down your chest, stopping to teethe lightly on your nipple as he slips down the bed. You jolt, undoing all his work, but he just chuckles, content to unwind you again and again if needed.
You're slick enough for a finger when he gets your bottoms off, but he makes you wait for that too, licks over your lips with fat, teasing stripes that have your legs falling open around him, blooming like a flower in invitation. He still doesn't give in, ignoring your clit in favor of pressing his teeth oh so gently into your fat mound and rubbing his beard into your soft inner thigh. It'll leave a rash, he knows, get you all huffy about it in the morning.
He'll kiss it better then, too.
"John, please," you whine and he smirks, pressed close enough to the crease of your thigh you can probably feel his incisors against your hip flexor.
"What was that?"
A pause. He can practically hear your breath catch in your throat.
"Need daddy to help?"
"Please," you sob, frustration bubbling up again.
"Shh," he breathes, lets his breath fan across your exposed clit when he thumbs the hood back. He should make you ask properly, but he hasn't forgotten this is about you. "I got you, sweetheart."
For all his patience before, John dives into your cunt like his last bloody meal. He's sloppy, spit and slick collecting on his chin as he licks into you, breath hot and humid, leaving him in heavy pants that have him groaning with your taste. You fingers find his hair again, pull him and he obliges happily, showing your cute little clit the love it needs as he finally sinks two fingers into you, moaning at the way you clench around him. He's efficient, a man with a purpose, and he makes you cum within minutes, your breathy whines sounding suspiciously like a low chant of 'daddy.'
You moan when he kisses you after, no finesse. Just a hot slide of slick tongues where he shares your taste with you, keeping you distracted as he lines himself up.
It's never an easy task. John's a big man, his cock nothing but proportional. It never matters how many times he has you, or how pliant he get you beneath him, the first press into you is always slow, measured in your breaths which he uses to his advantage.
His words are soothing in your ear, lips pressed flush against your temple as he tells you how good you are for him, how much he loves the feel of you stretched tight around him. You hand clutches at him blindly, distracting. He threads his fingers with your own and pins it by your head.
When his hips fall flush with yours he gives you a minute, stroking your hair and kissing away the tears that have sprung up again. "Poor pet," he murmurs, petting your cheek. "Daddy'll make it better. Promise."
You nod, perhaps a bit stupidly, and John kisses you as he begins to move again.
You're easy beneath him. Pliant, like he was looking for all along. He wrings the first orgasm out of you easily enough and knows he could probably call it a night, knows you'd sleep well enough by the satisfied look on your face.
He doesn't want 'well enough.' He wants to put you under on his cock alone, drill it into your head that he can give you anything you fucking need.
"What do you say to daddy when he fucks you that good, sweetheart?" His voice surprises him, borderline cruel.
"Th-thank you, daddy."
He hums, rolls his hips into you experimentally. "Want one more?"
He doesn't wait for an answer.
With your legs hooked over his shoulders, John shifts his weight to fuck down into you, his sheer mass keeping you spread and pinned like a butterfly beneath him. Your breath stutters, fingers across his chest, shoulders, biceps. Anywhere you can dig in, find purchase - mark him back.
He knows he's got you dead to rights when your moan turns deep, unaffected. "Fuck, daddy," you groan and John bites back a dark chuckle.
"That it, sweetheart? Right there?"
You nod tightly, cords in your neck nearly visibly with how tight you've already been drawn.
"You gonna cum for me again?"
"Yeah, daddy, please -!"
"Dirty slut, cumming already," he tuts, but he pistons into you exactly the way he knows you need, his own groan caught like gravel in his throat when your cunt starts milking him and you mewl like you're in heat.
He's not nice about it; doesn't even let you wind down completely before his thumb finds your clit, drawing a tight circle across your sensitive little nub while he rocks the head of his cock against that spongey spot deep within you that damn near makes you hiccup in pleasure each time. It's no different now, your breath stuttering out in while you tense and shake beneath him. John waits until you're arched beneath him, clenched so tight around the base of his cock he couldn't cum even if he wanted to -
And then he presses his palm down flat and hard on your mound and you cum so hard it soaks his belly, dripping down to the sheets and collecting in the creases of both your joints.
"Fuckin' hell," he growls, planting one fist on the bed by your hip to support himself as he watches you drift back to earth.
You're fucked out and dazed, already drifting off when John rolls you onto your belly to straddle your hips. "Feeling better, sweetheart?" he rumbles, lowering himself to settle snugly over your back, keep you enveloped in his safe, sturdy weight.
"Yes, daddy," you mumble into the pillow and John presses a whiskery, satisfied smile against your temple. He slips back into you with so little resistance you barely even seem to notice.
"Just needed me, didn't you honey? Get some sleep now, yeah? I'll give you some sweet dreams."
285 notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 21 hours ago
Text
I have one kink and it's not a good idea.
Tumblr media
32K notes · View notes
bkwrm523 · 24 hours ago
Text
What we're not gonna do is endlessly beat ourselves up over past mistakes. They've had their time. Now, treasure the wisdom they've gifted you. Forgive yourself often. Embrace the lessons and give yourself permission to evolve.
2K notes · View notes