You've always been on the shier, more anxious side, and Leon usually finds it adorable, except for in the bedroom. One evening, he comes home in an especially grumpy mood, exhausted from another day of work, and he's no longer charmed by that little quirk of yours
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“No, no,” he warns, clicking his tongue, shaking his head slowly. He’s too fucking tired to deal with you retreating into silence like this–a quirky habit of yours he usually finds quite adorable. But not tonight. “None of that. Tell me what you want.”
You nibble at your lower lip, taking the plump pillow between your teeth, rolling it around. “Whatever you want, Leon, really I–”
He makes a sound, a cheap imitation of a gameshow buzzer. “Nope, try again.” His eyes are cut down to you as he brackets your body with his fists. Your legs are parted to accommodate his hips, and your thighs are starting to get sore from the stretch.
“Come on, you have to tell me. I can’t read your mind, baby.”
The man shot an entire magazine into a crazed cult leader and brought the president’s daughter back home, safe and sound, in the same breath. And he’s starting to lose his patience.
“I don’t know what I like,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders against the mattress. Above you, Leon scoffs and rolls his eyes, playful and coy as always, but tonight it’s tainted with frustration, and that only raises your anxiety levels. “You always make me feel good, no matter what you do so…”
Your voice trails off into a thick silence, eclipsed by the thump of your heartbeat in your chest.
He sighs, collapsing onto the bed next to you, turning to his side, propping his head up on the heel of his palm. His other hand comes to your bare abdomen, fingers trailing up and down your skin. Then, it rises to your cheek, his knuckle lightly grazing the soft peach skin there.
“You don’t trust me?” His lips pucker into a pout, the heads of his brows cinched together in dramatic concern.
“Of course I do,” you’re quick to rectify, not wanting Leon to sit with that thought for a second more.
“Then what is it? Are you not comfortable with me?”
“I am,” you say, lowering your gaze. “I am.”
“But?”
When you fail to answer before the sand runs through the hourglass, Leon huffs, turning to lie on his back. “Then I’m not touching you until you tell me what you want. Simple as that.”
“What?” It’s your turn to sit up on your elbow, gazing down at him. His lids are shut, faintly fluttering as he adjusts his head on the pillow beneath it like he does when he’s preparing to sleep.
“You heard me.”
“But you had such a long day at work. I want to make you feel better.”
He lifts the arch of his brows, eyes still closed. “Now you know how I feel.”
You swallow hard, falling back onto the bed beside him, weighing your options like produce on a scale. Your pussy is aching, clenching around nothing but your own arousal, desperate to feel him inside you. There’s a tightly-wound ball of tension in your gut, yet you don’t know what would sate it. Maybe it’s your lack of experience dictating your desires, or the shame you anticipate would creep up your limbs if you voiced it.
But you trust Leon, and you’re comfortable with him, like you said. So why can’t you just string the words together and breathe life into them like he needs you to?
“Leon,” you say with a shaky breath.
“Baby?” He arches a brow at you, head reclined on the pillow, unmoving.
“I want–” you choke down the lump rising in your throat. “I want you inside me.”
His eyes open, cutting toward you. “That so?”
You nod, the simple gesture enough to lure him back on top of you, arms bracketing your head once more.
“Your fingers.”
“Ah.” One of his hands remains by your temple, caressing your head, as the other slinks down your waist, between your legs, his knuckles nudging them open. They spread for him almost instinctively, barely needing any encouragement, and his fingers take no time slathering your arousal through your folds, around your clit in languorous circles, teasing your entrance. “How many do you want, baby?”
“Two,” you squeak, the stretch of his middle and ringer finger sending an electric eel writhing through your veins. Icy-hot and magnetic.
“And do you want me to push them in and out?”
You shake your head. “No, keep them in, but bend your knuckles.” Inside you, he swiftly repeats the ‘come hitcher’ motion you perform with your own digits, and the pads of his fingers immediately press the sensitive spot behind your front wall.
“I–I–” you gasp aloud, front teeth sinking into the plush flesh of your bottom lip.
“Talk to me, sweetheart,” he goads, looking down at you from half-lidded eyes. “Tell me what you need.” His voice is so soothing, so lulling, you can’t resist.
“Harder.”
He obeys, bending his fingers inside you until you can no longer contain your pleasure, and your walls contract around him, the muscles of your abdomen tensing and releasing at an erratic pace. You cry out his name, the sheets beneath you now balled up in your fists. It’s the most intense climax you’ve experienced in a while, and your come down is violent and jarring, your insides throbbing as you fall back against the mattress.
“See what happens when you use that pretty voice of yours?”
megumi fushiguro is trying very hard to play it cool.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when he first notices it—the soft, unmistakable bulge in your lower belly every time he thrusts forward. his cock is visibly pressing against your insides, distorting your stomach just slightly with every slow roll of his hips.
he freezes for half a second.
his usual stoic expression stays perfectly intact, but inside, something feral awakens. his dark eyes flick down to your stomach again, locked on the way the bulge appears and disappears with each thrust. he feels almost dizzy at the sight.
he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t acknowledge it. just keeps his breathing steady and his face neutral. at least, that’s what he wants you to think. in reality, megumi is obsessed.
the sight of his cock making your tummy bulge is doing dangerous things to his self-control. he’s never seen anything hotter in his life. the primal urge to push deeper, to make the bulge even more obvious, is quickly overriding his usual restraint.
without warning, his pace changes.
his thrusts become harder. deeper. more deliberate. each stroke is forceful enough that the bulge in your stomach becomes much more visible. megumi’s jaw clenches, eyes darkening as he watches it intently.
you moan loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders. “megumi— ah! slow down—”
he doesn’t. if anything, he fucks you even harder.
his hand slides down and presses firmly against the bulge, feeling the shape of his own cock through your soft skin. the sensation makes him groan low in his throat—the only crack in his cool facade.
“fuck…” he mutters under his breath, barely audible.
he’s completely fixated now. every time he bottoms out, he watches the way your belly swells with his cock, mesmerized. his usual calm and steady rhythm is gone, replaced by something rougher and more possessive. his hips snap against yours with more and more intensity, chasing that view that makes his brain melt.
you’re trembling beneath him, overwhelmed by how deep he’s getting. “megumi… it’s too much— i can feel you so deep—”
“good,” he replies. his hand stays pressed against your tummy, pushing down gently so he can feel himself even better. “i want you to feel all of me.”
he leans down, forehead pressed against yours, eyes still glued to the way your stomach bulges every time he drives into you. his breathing is ragged now, control slipping further with every thrust.
“you look so good like this,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, even as he fucks you harder. “seeing my cock inside you… fuck, i can’t stop looking.”
megumi’s thrusts turn punishing, hips slamming into you as he loses himself in the sight. the usually controlled boy is gone—replaced by someone completely addicted to the way your body yields to him, marked so visibly by his cock.
he presses down on your belly again, eyes dark with lust. “take me deeper,” he whispers against your lips. “i want to see how much you can take.”
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i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
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I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
Something that annoys me is the constant whining about "more queer spaces, more queer communities" but then they're immediately like "yeah! And we need ones that don't cost money or require a purchase!"
Girl that's exactly why they close down after a year. You NEED money to keep these places open. There's no magic Gay Money Pot with endless cash to keep these places open. It requires YOU to put your money where your values are!!
Like there was a queer coffee shop in my city. Owned and operated by a bunch of LGBT people. Not a cishet on the schedule. Tons of young people raved about it.
And it made it about 2 years before shutting down completely. Because all those young people who begged for a place exactly like this would just show up, not buy a single thing, and leave. You cannot build a community without putting your money into it. This isn't about capitalism, this is just reality. You can't open a restaurant where no one buys your food. You can't have a gay bar that only serves 5% of the population and actively excludes everyone else. This is what I mean when I say people confuse "community" and "friend group." You're not obligated to spend money when hanging out with your friend group. But if you want a lasting community centered space, you need to open up that wallet.
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