His arms are like a magnet, pulling your eyes to them first before anything else. They're hard to ignore, bulging out of shirts that are just a size too tight.
They're big, with muscles that your hand can't wrap itself around. The way they squeeze you whenever Leon holds you is enough to make you crave him like meat between your teeth. But more importantly, you can only imagine how good his arm would feel between your legs.
Being something you're far too embarrassed to ask him, the idea of riding his arm is a seed you plant in his head over time.
You start to pay extra attention to his arms, holding on to him as tightly as the fabric that wraps around his skin both in and out of bed.
When you finally ask him mid-makeout, both of you disheveled from each other's wandering hands, he chuckles out a dismissive: "you serious?"
He's expecting a joke, some strings attached to the request, but when you avert your gaze in embarrassment, the realization flows through him, settling into his next words.
"Didn't know you were into that," he says with a smug smirk on his face. It's delicious, the way he looks at you like he wants something. As if you weren't the one who just asked him to give you his arm so you can fuck it. "I'm all in, sweetheart."
You feel his hungry eyes watching you when you get ready to ride his bicep. His blue irises glued on you while you strip your bottoms off. Resting his arm on the bed and guiding you onto his rolled up sleeve with the other, Leon's actions seem almost as eager as your own. In fact, when your wet cunt settles on top of him, it's his groan that echoes around the room first.
Your eyes flutter shut with the feeling. It's better than you envisioned, wider and harder than the versions that came from your imagination. You grind your pussy against his arm, feeling him flex beneath you. Its almost like his arm is pulsating between your thighs as you seek friction with every buck of your hips. Your clit hits the sleeve that tightly hugs his bicep and you can't help the whimper that follows. The noises leave your lips instinctively, moaning out his name.
"You look so hot." It leaves Leon's mouth breathlessly. "Dripping all over me. Fuck."
At his words, you open your eyes, and he's watching you like a bird of prey watching its next meal. His gaze alone is enough of a cue for you to fuck his arm faster, chasing your own relief as your noises fill the room. It doesn't take long for you to feel it, that coil in your core, ready to snap if Leon even just flexes his bicep harder.
"L-Leon. I'm close," you mutter out. "Your arm's s'good."
"Yeah? You're gonna cum from just this?" With his free arm he pulls you closer, meeting you halfway in a sloppy kiss. Resting his forehead against yours, he whispers, "Cum for me, baby."
His words tip you over, rutting and twitching against him to ride out you orgasm as you yell out his name. His arm is wet, easily letting you rub your clit against the wrinkles of his bunched up sleeve.
"Fuck, Leon." you sigh as your hips slowly their pace down to a stop.
Ok, something different than what I usually do since its not JJK, but I need to talk about Tokyo Ghoul:
Sexual Content ahead (MDNI)
Content warning: cannibalism
So, I've been finishing my rewatch/reread of Tokyo Ghoul, and as per usual, I've been reading and writing fanfiction for it. But I need to get these headcanons into a Tumblr blurb before I keep writing my fanfiction.
Now, I know Kaneki canonically does not get any play until way later in :re, but let me cook PLEASE. I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS.
Ken, during his first year as a ghoul & post Aogiri raid, sees human connection and sex as something that's associated with his hunger. It's why he stays away from sex. It's not about love or enjoyment. He channels everything into just the thought of it: his raw emotions, his insatiable hunger, his unmistakable lust. Everything surfaces.
"There's something so beautiful about it," he'd say, completely ghouled-out. With his cock is buried deep inside of you, his teeth would nip at your neck, "Letting both of our bodies become one like this. I wonder, if I bite you, will I taste both of our flavors in your blood?"
Then, we have Haise. Though everyone at the CCG categorizes him as a ghoul, Haise thinks of himself as human. He's tender and loving, and his intake of RC suppressants helps him control his ghoulish tendencies when he's having sex (probably calls it making love). He sees his ghoul traits as taboo, something that doesn't quite fit into his love life, especially if he is with a human. But more than anything, he's afraid of losing himself when you both are in such vulnerable places.
It's something so much more primal than he'd ever expected. But Ken doesn't want to hurt anyone that he doesn't have to, so he does what he always does and lets himself suffer in silence in order to keep himself anchored to some semblance of sanity.
With his fingers massaging your thighs as he holds him open, he'd practically moan against your cunt "You taste so fucking good. I-I don't know if I can hold back, I haven't had a good fuck or a good meal in a while."
And so this fear of losing his control is another factor that makes Haise stray away from it as well.
Finally, Ken post-CCG is healing. His hurt is being channeled into the strength to continue. Ken sees sex as something meant to be shared with someone you love to show them you love them.
"Thank you." He'd gaze up at you, human eyes filled with love and admiration—not a ghoulish trait in sight—as his hips move against yours with deliberate thrusts.
Satoru Gojo, who simply can't keep his hands off you at a clan meeting. His hands are glued to your thighs as you sit with your legs tucked beneath you at the chabudai. Squeezing handfuls, he remains silent as he only half-listens to what the elders have to say.
Satoru Gojo, who on the train back home, starts whispering all the things he wants to do to you. It's hardly the time and place, but he can't stop himself from imagining his obscenities.
You feel his hot breath against your ear before you hear him. "Wanna be inside you so bad."
Satoru Gojo, who as soon as he leaves the train, pushes you against a station wall with reckless abandon.
Satoru Gojo, who all but fucks you right there between breathless kisses and careless touches until you finally snap him out of it.
"Satoru, we're a five minute walk away from home."
"Yeah, but we're only a thirty second walk away from that bathroom," he grins.
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