#fictional men and their kinks
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swanlikely · 9 months ago
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Him saying:
"That's my girl,"
"Atta girl,"
"Such a pretty, sweet thing,"
Um, i'm literally cumming. praise kinks are so underrated. literally on my knees, salivating, frothing at the mouth. so 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎.
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http-tempted · 15 days ago
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“You think you own me?” Amusement crossed my eyes, when I look up at the hefty man who looked like he’ll reach the stars with his height. He blinked at the sight of me, I’m just leaning against the wall next to the French doors on my open balcony. My eyes tracked his steps as he inches closer, not too close but close enough. I glance up, ignoring his biceps that’s bulging out uncontrollably from his dark shirt, he said firmly “No. But you’re mine to protect”
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foodiefemmefatty · 3 months ago
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been having a recurring fantasy about having to take the bus home after eating just under what my body can handle, wherever it might've been (restaurant, friend's house, etc), but the bus is mostly empty—other than a murder of butches sitting spread out across the seats.
stepping onto the bus is a pain—my legs are already worn from holding up my boulder of a belly while waiting for a half hour. desperate to sit down, i pay the faire and waddle over to the first seat i see, lunging downward with a large exhale. i hide an extensive drag of burps with my jacket arm. i wish i could rub my tummy—consistently growing rounder, now slipping out from under my shirt—but how embarrassing would it be to start caressing this huge mass of fat on my torso in front of all these tall, hot butches?
it starts with them all exchanging their respective looks to me: hot and bothered, clearly a femme, stomach so round and tight it feels like slapping a dodgeball if you touch it. they're all thinking the same thing.
one of them approaches with a tiny smirk, looks down at my stomach, then back at me. i prepare for whatever they might say, any and all fat-related insults flying through my head.
"looks like you had quite the meal before you got on, huh?" she says. i roll my eyes and look back down in embarrassment.
"got room for more?" she said.
i look up at her in a daze, hardly understanding what she said. "huh?"
from her tote bag, she pulls out a container of bite-sized chocolate chip muffins, the little greasy ones you can get from any local grocery store's bakery section; unopened, fully wrapped, and—as much as i wanted to deny it—delicious-looking. "seems like you could fit a little more in there, right?"
i stare at the package, shocked at such a reckless offer. “um... i-i'm not sure i can—”
"could i touch it?" she says. i want to comment on her cutting me off, but my clit begins to throb and swell with want.
"my stomach?" i said.
"yeah." she licks her lips attentively, making undying eye contact.
i wipe a large bead of sweat from my forehead. "uh-uhm—“ bubbles froth in my throat as i coax another burp into my arm— "i-i guess so…”
she places her hand firm on the bulge of my tummy, rubbing down the strained fabric, leaving little speed bumps across the side. i squeeze my eyes shut, tight, and try to imagine being anywhere else when i feel her callous palm graze the open end of my shirt, trailing over the stretch marks. her face grows pink.
she squats and places her ear to my belly button for a brief moment, then stands and places both hands onto my belly, almost as if she wanted to start humping. after a round of gentle pats, a sneaky, but large, belch escapes my throat, roaring throughout the bus.
"e-excuse me," i mumble, butches about staring me down with carnivorous, dark eyes.
the butch in front of me—followed by multiple others on the bus—purr in awe.
"so cute!" one says.
"impressive," says another.
"you are adorable!” the rough-handed butch exclaims. "please," she starts, picking up the pack of muffins again, "have some. i really insist. i'd love to help you make room for more," she adds, palm circling the peak of my belly.
an airborne mumble roams across the bus, butches searching through their bags and pockets for food. i put my hands on my belly as a small cramp runs through; i belch again, freely this time. the butches begin pulling out mounds of different food from their bags: family sized bags of chips, two-liters of soda, bags of taco bell and wendy's meals, boxes of glazed donuts; i want to object, but…
"i’d like to hear some more of those monsters you've got in there," says a lanky butch, putting a bottle of mountain dew and a bag of sour cream and onion chips in the seat next to me.
my belly churns with fullness. the butches begin sitting in my row of seats, standing next to me, holding the bars on the ceiling. i'm overwhelmed by so much attention, my head almost swimming in and out of consciousness, burning bright tomato red. i fight any and all burps coming up, swallowing for my life, attempting to cover the sliver of belly outside of my shirt as masculine women—muscular, short-haired, boots and fitted shirts, my fantasies packed into girls—shroud me and give up their snacks as a religious group offers their lives to a goddess they worship.
just when i think it could be worse, they begin to touch me. rough, chiseled butch hands run all over my wide, bloated tummy, slapping, patting, caressing, jiggling. i whimper, unable to deny the rush of desire i've succumbed to. the food sounds and smells amazing; the butches are nice, admiring my belly, body, "little face" as they call it; my lower region begs for attention. how embarrassing, yet hot, it all is…
i grab a bag of chips and open them, dispersing the rush of palms. i begin to belch with freedom, butches watching me all around as i grow comfortable with the environment.
the lanky butch snatches the bag from me. "let us do it for you, you poor thing," she insists, running her thumb across my cheek. "you've already worked hard enough for yourself, haven't you?"
obediently—and hypnotized by carnality—i nod. with no warning, she digs for half a handful of chips and begins shoveling the bag in my mouth. i chew, fast and with fear, swallowing as much as possible before the next wave of chips spills into my mouth. crumbs roll down my shirt, passing over the rock-hard nipples, and i breathe deeply.
my belly gets full again, though it grew only slightly ready for more as the ride persisted. i groan, feeling as if i could explode.
"need to wash them down?" she said.
i nodded, again, without thinking about the implications. she unscrews the cap from the mountain dew, putting the top to my bottom lip and lifting it. my protests become gargles through the tsunami.
as much as my tummy wants to refuse it, i can't help but take it all as the butches praise and caress me, resting my hands on my swollen belly as it bloats larger and larger with each bubble of carbonation that enters.
for the rest of the ride, i'm given an unlimited-course meal of cheap, greasy snacks and over-carbonated soda. i bloat more. my shirt rises so high you can see half of my entire tummy. i let out large, unashamed burps into the faces of butches spoon-feeding me almost pure starch and sugar. i take it all, knowing i won't be able to walk off the bus by the time they're done.
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noses-in-winter · 11 months ago
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First sneeze that sends his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. Second sneeze that makes his glasses fall off entirely, and splatters the lenses and temples with mess on the way down :)
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thegreatwicked · 11 months ago
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50 NSFW Character Questions: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Alright! Here you go, you buncha smut hounds! JK, I was gonna do this anyway, lol. Have funsies.
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Biggest turn-on? When you're in work mode and you've completely forgotten he's there, watching you, discreetly, of course. Your confidence in your abilities and the simple grace with which you execute the simplest of duties. The graceful way your hands hold your lightsaber, he knows what those hands are capable of and he often has to cough away a groan that's threatening to break free.
Biggest turn-off? Arrogance and deceit. Don't lie to him, ever. He'll know.
3. Quiest way to get horny? Clandestine touches that linger a bit too long, teasing him. A brush of your foot against his calf when you sit at the same table while crossing your legs, pretending you didn't notice. Lingering glances when you catch him staring at you followed by a quick appraisal of him, you know he's watching and he likes that. When sitting next to him and your hand brushes his knee then takes a little caressing detail on his thigh before pulling away. It looks so innocent and perhaps even an accident, doesn't it? He knows better, and it only makes him want you more.
4. Top 3 places to be touched?
Lower back, shoulders, thighs. Those Jedi robes are so thick and sometimes heavy, especially when wet. So when he's able to get them off and he tugs off his boots after a long day a sweet caress of your hands across his lower back where the aches tend to lodge does wonders for him. Most back pain is psychological and Obi-Wan carries much of his weight on his shoulders so a little gentle and circular pressure on the tight muscles on his shoulders will always put him in an agreeable mood. His thighs, it's a particular situation that finds this type of touch a possibility and it usually involves shim sitting on the bed or the floor meditating. It's the perfect opportunity to slink up behind him and run your hands along his muscular thighs and watch how the muscles tense and flex under your fingertips.
5. Do you like the idea of a threesome or a moresome?
He's no virgin and he surely had some escapades in his youth though those are tales he keeps to himself, certainly. He considers himself a one-woman/man partner. He likes to keep things intimate between the two of you. More than one partner sounds tiring these days.
6. Sex or masturbation?
He indulges in both though he's more likely to enjoy sex rather than masturbation not because he's denying himself pleasure but because he doesn't often think about it without you there to stir his passions. Still, there are moments late at night when you're on his mind and he's missing your touch, or times when the water in the refresher is the perfect temperature and the water gliding down his body reminds him of your lips on his skin...
7. Spit or swallow?
He knows not all women enjoy swallowing so he'll never expect you to. But if you want to see a side of Master Kenobi that few have ever seen, swallow every drop and lick your lips while looking him in the eye. Then ask him for more.
8. Rough or romantic sex?
He's a passionate and sensual lover so he loves taking his time, after all, you deserve no less, don't you? However, there are instances where he's a little more... needy for control. It's about as rare an instance as they come, but even a total solar eclipse comes around like clockwork.
9. Loud or quiet partners?
He's considerate of those who might be within earshot, and it's not about the volume, it's about the enthusiasm. Your quiet little whimpers affect him just as deeply as when you cry out his name. He's a fan of moments where you have to be quiet, keeping his thrusts slow and deep with his finger in your mouth to give you something to occupy yourself. All the while telling you,
"Shh, darling, that's right, we wouldn't want anyone to find us, now would we? That's a good girl."
10. How much foreplay?
Hours. The man will stretch this intimate act out for as long as he can because for him the art of seduction deserves no less. He loves it that you crave him so much that you're practically mauling him to take you.
11. How much teasing does he like?
He certainly likes a bit of teasing but it's never to be cruel. Only to heighten desire and sensation. As for him being teased, even if he begs you to end his torment, he secretly loves every second of it.
12. Hookups or only partners?
He's had a few hookups as a young Padawan, but those tapered off as he took on a Padawan of his own. Now he much prefers the comfort of a relationship with a partner who he knows and trusts, to know you so well that he knows your thoughts and desires before you even think it. All the better for him to please you.
13. How much kissing during sex?
The only thing that stops him from kissing you is the position you're in. If it were up to him, he'd never stop, that's what lips were made for.
14. Favorite place to have sex?
He has a penchant for wanting you when it's least convenient and he doesn't particularly care where that is. But he enjoys it mostly when it's someplace safe and secure like a private quarters. But if a senator's office happens to be vacant for a short time, the mood tends to strike him.
15. Would he have sex in public?
He would never put you in a position where either of your reputations could be sullied by such a sacred act but he would most certainly not turn down the opportunity.
16. Last place he had sex?
His quarters on the ship just before docking, darling, don't you remember? Must have done quite a number on you then...
17. Where would he most like to have sex?
He doesn't care but if he could, he would whisk you away to some quiet planet far from the chaos of Coruscant and the Temple, a place where only the noon sun would wake you and clothing would be optional, of course.
18. Spontaneous sex or does he need to be in the mood?
He has to mostly be in the mood because he is a Jedi Master after all, he does have to restrain himself and duties to attend to. However, when you tease him like you did this morning in that council meeting... Well... Spontaneity can be the harbinger of bliss.
19. Would he go for a hookup at a stranger's house?
When he was younger, probably. These days, no.
20. Biggest kink?
Sensory play. He loves cutting off your senses to heighten all others. Blindfolds, masks, dark rooms, each one isn't only an encounter, it's an opportunity. And he is a man of opportunity.
21. Is he ok with name-calling?
No, it takes real prodding to get him to call you anything worse than his naughty girl. He would never call you his little slut, or so he thinks...
22. Would he do BDSM?
Yes, it's an exercise in complete trust, control and respect.
23. Would he prefer to tie you up or be tied up?
He'll do both. He loves to have you at his mercy but surprisingly enough, he adores it when you take control and restrain him. He loves the feeling of letting go and being overwhelmed by pleasure by one who knows him so well. To know that you can touch him but he can't touch you, after a busy day as a Master on the High Council making decisions and ordering others around, he's perfectly content letting you call the shots.
24. Does he like orgasm denial?
He'll never deny you anything for long, he can't bear it. You were meant for him to touch as please and spoil. Even if he agrees to such a game, he'll be giving in faster than you. On the flip side, he wasn't sure what he thought of the idea at first until he learned to relish the exquisite pleasure of denial and the tsunami of ecstasy that awaited him once you gave in to his pleading.
25. Does he like overstimulation?
Yes, but his tolerance is low. After one he's a bit of a mess and it's a rare occasion when you can bring him to three in a row before he's begging to touch you instead. Pleading for the exquisite torment to end. And when it's his turn, he's unmerciful because he knows you love it when he takes control and you're powerless to stop the tide of pleasure that washes over you on his command. But he will always stop when you tell him to, that's what safewords are for, darling.
26. Does he like pain being involved?
No. Sex is for pleasure, not pain. You've both experienced far too much of that for it to have any place in your bed.
27. Does he like dirty talk?
Oh. Stars. They don't call him the Negotiator for nothing. He's a silver tongue in every sense of the word and he'll use the most eloquent and beautiful words to describe in excruciating detail all the things and ways he wants to ravage your body.
28. Does he own sex toys? How many?
While there are toys available across the galaxy, Obi-Wan prefers a more... blasphemous approach. After all, what greater toy is there than the invisible Force that binds all things and flows through all creatures that he can bend to his will just as readily and easily as you can? Yes, the occasional toy might make it into the sanctuary that is your bedroom but they're never a prominent feature for long.
29. What does he masturbate to?
Mostly memories of you. He's well aware such holos exist but while he's watched them, when he's alone his thoughts are consumed with you. Remembering all the ways you quiver when he touches you and the ferocity in which you shatter for him and how you beg for more.
30. Multiple rounds or will he settle for one orgasm?
Multiple rounds. He is a Jedi after all. Just don't expect to give him back-to-back orgasms, the poor man is a bit delicate in that regard.
31. Does he enjoy giving oral?
He enjoys it and treats it like a performance or a ritual. He relished every taste of you knowing he's the only one who will ever have the pleasure. Connecting with you in a way when you're at your most vulnerable, your most exposed, using his in-depth knowledge of your body to bring you as much pleasure as you can stand.
32. Does he prefer giving or receiving oral?
He's a giver but the poor man rarely allows himself to be spoiled, so sometimes you have to simply take charge. He sometimes seems to forget that pleasure is mutual and once he gives in, it never takes long, he's a mess of a man. Legs splayed wide, his hair a disheveled mess, chest heaving struggling to remember how to breathe, he can't bring himself to stop his hips thrusting upward and even though you're gagging on him he still insists on trying to get out an apology. A gentleman even at this moment. And he's not quiet about it, he's loud. Each moan is so unrestrained it's almost music, especially when he begins to stutter his words, signaling his impending orgasm. When it washes over him he's nearly boneless as if he forgot just how good it feels to be spoiled himself.
33. What makes him orgasm the fastest?
Not that he'll ever admit it, and not that it works for anyone else except for you, but calling him by his title of Master or specifically General seems to have quite an effect on him. When your eyes roll back in ecstasy and you beg him for more, to hurt you a little bit is what usually signals the end for him. It's close to darkness and it's tempting to fall over with you.
34. Does he like/do anal/pegging?
He'll try probably try anything once, if you want him to fuck your ass he'll do it because he wants you and desires your pleasure. And if he's being honest with himself, he's always wanted to have you completely like that. But he would never be the first to mention it or ask for it. As for pegging, it would be a slow and sensual process because it is at that moment about his pleasure and while he might be a bit reluctant to admit it, he wants someone to take control over him. Be gentle with your General here.
35. Favorite position?
Loves having you in his lap because he's thinking about how much he wants to have you riding him in his council chair. Loves having you on top because he can lay back and admire your beauty. He also likes the Lotus, because it goes well with meditation. He also loves the Lazy Dog because it makes it easier to whisper all those salacious things to you and you can't escape him.
36. Does he use protection?
What Jedi doesn't? He would be very careful.
37. Does he masturbate with clothes on?
And risk making a mess of his robes? Never. He likes being naked.
38. How does he prefer his partner's hair/grooming?
He prefers a kept appearance but ultimately he's not terribly particular.
39. What does he wear to bed?
If he's alone? Nothing. He likes the feeling of smooth sheets on his skin because it reminds him of your touch.
40. What does he like his partner to wear?
He's a simple man and he likes you in nothing at all. But he loves finding you in his shirt or just his robes.
41. Does he like his balls played with?
Quickest was to make a mess of Master Kenobi while giving in him a blow job. He loves it.
42. What is his sexuality?
As straight as my spine, but he's loyal to his lover. He is probably pansexual.
43. Does he have extreme or unusual kinks?
Nothing extreme but he has a bit of a taboo role play he likes and that's the classic Master/Padawan, but only with you, of course.
44. How often does he masturbate?
He tends to neglect his personal desires, so not often but when he finds himself in a rare moment of peace, and arousal, maybe several times in a single day. He's never counted.
45. Favorite toy?
You.
46. Does he like roleplay?
Yes, loves it. Conisders it a healthy and safe way to discover one's own darkness and know oneself. Loves the Master/Padawan thing, after he discovered Anakin and Padme's romance he realized he likes the idea of the Jedi and the Civil Servant, with emphasis on the servant.
47. Any festishes?
No.
48. Aftercare?
You could not ask for a better lover for aftercare. He will hold you till you stop shaking, draw warm water for a bath, and sink into it with you while washing your hair all the while telling you how beautiful you look and how amazing you are.
49. Does he ever go comando?
You know it. Jedi robes come standard, underwear? Not so much.
50. Phone sex?
Com conversations are usually not something that can be concealed but if he steps away from earshot he might tell you how much he's looking forward to having you alone again. And if a holo transmission happens to come through and he's alone in his quarters for the night, he'll take great pleasure in instructing you to do as he likes and he'll absolutely return the favor.
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Alright! That's Obi-Wan, what did you guys think? Should I do more? Oh, should I do a Sith Obi-Wan???? Who else should I do? Maul? Hux? Quinlan Voss? Enjoy my dears.
@pickleprickle @hereticpriest @decembermidnight @burnthecheshirewitch @starvingbrokestudent @bad4amficideas @split-spectrum @imherefordeanandbones @rivnedell
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aizawaondrugs · 2 years ago
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@rayshippouuchiha : posts something I have absolutely no idea about in a fandom I've never been part of
Me, absolutely not specifically seven crows in a disguise, still finding it relatable/shiny:
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Also here's my cat holding still for a picture after I told her it was for Ray (betrayal lol she never does that for anyone else):
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onlypinkslut · 4 days ago
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Oh my gosh, first request kinda nervous but is it possible to write fem!toji being an absolute dom and the reader has like a mommy kink. i can see that happening oh my gosh, i need to catch a dick or a woman or both honestly..
you’re so real for this omg. the way you just poured your horniness in one message made me feel like we’re already besties. noted and already simmering in my brain… i promise i’ll get to it as soon as i can. go catch that woman tho 😭‼️
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feedncreed · 6 months ago
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Caught like prey! Time to bring you back to the den 💕
This is a WIP but I'll have it finished soon! Need to get my gooner brain to stop thinking about this man
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pallor-parlor · 1 month ago
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If Konig was not meant to be married, then why is he wearing a veil????
Exactly! 💯😇
If he not meant to be my precious malewife, why do he look like my beautiful bride??
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😍🥰😍🥰😍
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deerelly · 4 months ago
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I had a dream last night that sounded exactly like this and I wanted to write about it so here we go. . . 🦌
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It was late afternoon, maybe between 4 or 5 pm, I was walking through a forest collecting little rabbits that I found lost and putting them in a basket. The forest was dense but at some point I found a small, quiet stream, right next to it there were lots of little bunnies, so I soon started keeping them in my basket. The natural silence of the forest filled only with water and small animals was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. On the other side of the stream he was, a mysterious man, wearing a black uniform and a balaclava, there was a large hunting gun in his hands and in his sights a deer, just in front of the stream.
The man looked at me a little perplexed, he missed the shot, he didn't want to kill the deer in front of me, and because of his mistake the deer ran and got its leg stuck between the rocks on the side of the stream, and that man helped him. Maybe he wanted to impress me by showing himself to be a good person, there was truth in his eyes, but I was still perplexed looking at him with my basket of rabbits in my hands.
Seeing my hands full with the basket, that man approached cautiously, trying not to scare me. He offered to help me with the rabbits, and before I knew it he already had almost ten rabbits in his hands, offering them to me with anticipation in his eyes.
I was a little shaky, I was alone, barefoot in the forest, I was wearing a long white dress and there was only the basket of rabbits in my hands, defenseless, but he seemed trustworthy. Even though he was a A strong man, armed and bigger than me, he seemed kind. He missed his target in the hunt so as not to kill in front of me, so as not to scare me. He gave up hunting just to help a girl who collected rabbits in the forest without purpose.
I still have this man on my mind, what should I do now? 。°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°。ㅤㅤ ͏
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soundtechrapture · 6 months ago
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“I’m lesbian but I can fix him” is the most relatable sentence ever written. I’m not into men, but would I let ONE fictional man sit on my face and rip it? Ummm yesssssss <33
I fully agree, but like, one fictional man? I don't think you understand how terminal it is for me...
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blingblong55 · 2 years ago
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Falling in love. So easy and then bam...a fucking fictional character that gives your daddy issues a run for its money. War criminals, masked men, motorsports men, whimpering audio men, actors who are too old but too fucking hot...yeah... It's easy and a shit load of bullshit for my obsessing heart. Someone just sedate me!
Oh and then you got the besties who make renders and they feed into your delusions. Let's not forget this app is for smut, fluff and angst addicts. Character ai, Chai, poe ai, and janitor ai exist....WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO HAVE MENTAL STABILITY!
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toolewdarts · 13 days ago
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Big string men, in tactical gear, and with half their faces covered??? YESSS LAWDDDD
(Bonus points if the lower half of their face is exposed 😫)
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mad-hunts · 16 days ago
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(usfw content will be below BC i am feeling a little bit spicy today and not just because its sunday, i swear JSJSJ)
you know what... i just thought about barton's fear kink and IDK how this didn't occur to me before, but because he has CVPT (catecholaminergic polymorphic ventricular tachycardia, which is basically a genetic type of tachycardia that is known for appearing during moments of physical / emotional stress), that could very possibly put a whole meaning behind how i used the phrase 'him being scared to death' whenever i described how he would feel whenever he's choked. BC he has a fear of that + his fear kink applies to this in particular, just as a little friendly reminder for y'all.
and due to the fact that this tachycardia is known for appearing at times of stress — that means barton would be engaging in some REALLY risky sex here. like he could go into ventricular fibrillation (which is just a fancy term for the ventricles, which are the lower chambers of the heart, could start beating irregularly anddd he could possibly have a heart attack BC of this). yeah... so, like i said, UMM. barton is really wilding for this one and it is neither safe nor sane. but in the case that his partner wants to do this with him, it would at least be consensual. so there's that JSJSJ
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where-no-suns-ever-rise · 10 months ago
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I knew it. I fucking knew it.
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