𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

mdni, modern au

fem!diego brando loves the control she has over you, she loves grabbing you by the belt loop and moving you around a party, looking back at you every once in a while. she loves telling people that she's the one that runs the relationship, and yeah, in public, she is. she's bossing you around, she even chooses your outfits to coordinate from her and pulls you into her lap whenever she wants... in public, she's always showing off how much you pay attention to her.

but in private? in bed? oh, she's a very different woman.

her cheeks are flamed the moment you whisper something filthy into her mouth, she hides her face when you get naked for her, giving her a little show and even a little lap dance to get her as embarrassed as possible.

you undress her yourself, ordering her to get up and move just how you want. you push her to the bed and reach between her legs to find the plug she's been wearing all night. she jumps a little when you tug on it before pulling it free.

she hides her face in the pillow as she shivers at the sudden emptiness, already whimpering for you.

you reach your the drawer where you keep her favorite strap, because of course she has one even if she refuses to accept it. she watches you put the harness with hungry eyes and shy cheeks. her legs spread more for you to eye at the amount of wetness there.

"you get wet so easily, doll," you whisper, scratching the back of her ear.

she whines in response, just like a little puppy.

when you slide into her, she arches up with a broken sound, fingers twitching in the sheets. all the control she likes to have in public is gone, now she's just something for you to use. taking every thrust, letting you sert the pace and letting you pin her wrists when she tries to squirm away.

you fuck her until she’s trembling, gasping your name into the pillow.

mdni, modern au

fem!diego brando loves the control she has over you, she loves grabbing you by the belt loop and moving you around a party, looking back at you every once in a while. she loves telling people that she's the one that runs the relationship, and yeah, in public, she is. she's bossing you around, she even chooses your outfits to coordinate from her and pulls you into her lap whenever she wants... in public, she's always showing off how much you pay attention to her.

but in private? in bed? oh, she's a very different woman.

her cheeks are flamed the moment you whisper something filthy into her mouth, she hides her face when you get naked for her, giving her a little show and even a little lap dance to get her as embarrassed as possible.

you undress her yourself, ordering her to get up and move just how you want. you push her to the bed and reach between her legs to find the plug she's been wearing all night. she jumps a little when you tug on it before pulling it free.

she hides her face in the pillow as she shivers at the sudden emptiness, already whimpering for you.

you reach your the drawer where you keep her favorite strap, because of course she has one even if she refuses to accept it. she watches you put the harness with hungry eyes and shy cheeks. her legs spread more for you to eye at the amount of wetness there.

"you get wet so easily, doll," you whisper, scratching the back of her ear.

she whines in response, just like a little puppy.

when you slide into her, she arches up with a broken sound, fingers twitching in the sheets. all the control she likes to have in public is gone, now she's just something for you to use. taking every thrust, letting you sert the pace and letting you pin her wrists when she tries to squirm away.

you fuck her until she’s trembling, gasping your name into the pillow.

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀 🇵🇸 . 𖦹 𓈒 ⊹ ˑ ֗ ִ eighteen she/her european lesbian pink bush funky nails multifandom mess letterboxd not spoilers free

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gyomei himejima is addicted to back scratches ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Oh, how you love when your husband arrives exhausted to your estate. Some women wait for their husbands completely bare in bed, some wait for them with a warm dinner. He's just happy if you keep your nails long. Gyomei arrives an hour before dinner, taking off his shoes and haori before peeling the rest of his clothes in your shared room, where you are waiting for him.

"My dear." He moves his head around the room, searching for a sound that tells him that you're there. Luckily, you take his hand and tug him down with you. "Hi, my dear."

"Hi," you whisper back, kissing his cheek and then his lips. After you kiss him, he's the only leaning closer to trap your lips again in a longer kiss. "You're warm."

"Sweaty?" he questions, with a tiny pout. The idea of having to bathe before back scratches sounds terrible.

"No. Just warm," you tell him, pushing his hair back to see his face better. "Come here."

He follows where you guide him, his head landing in the softness of your stomach, his massive frame careful not to crush you. The moment his bare back is exposed, you see the tension still clinging to the broad planes of muscle, the faint marks from the day, your fingers itch to help.

"Nails?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

A shaky exhale leaves him. "Please."

You drag your nails slowly down the length of his spine, firm enough to make him shiver and the sound he makes is pure relief. A rumbling purr starts in his chest, vibrating under your palms as you dig in a little harder between his shoulder blades. His whole body goes soft under you, melting both of you into the futon.

"Ah… there," he breathes. One of his huge hands reaches until it finds your waist, squeezing once before going still again. "You always know… exactly…"

He loses his voice when you press down his favorite spot, watching the way his shoulders drop further with every pass.

"I love you," he whispers against your throat, the words lost in another contented purr. "So much. My dear… my light…" His lips brush your pulse point again, then the hinge of your jaw, clumsy and sweet because he can't see but he knows every inch of you by heart. "Please don't ever cut your nails."

You huff a laugh, closing your eyes as you shake your head. "I won't, love."

You keep scratching and very so often he presses another kiss to your neck or the underside of your chin, whispering how much he loves you.

i completely agree with you on the first part of your statement saying that describing the pussy as pink always is kinda racist because not everyone has a pink pussy, honestly, there's no need on when you are writing smut describing the color of your pussy.

but from that to say that everyone with a pink pussy is sexualizing younger bodies is a stretch. mind you, the uterus is a muscle and inside it's always a pinkish color.

the thing is that the color of a vagina is tied with the skin color of the person. if i'm white, i'm not going to have a blast of melanin in the pussy, for obvious reasons. are you saying that because my pussy is pink, just from existing, i'm reinforcing pedophilia behaviors?? you're once again putting the blame of women that aren't doing anything but existing instead of focusing on the many weird men out there.

oh, and don't get my started in the way you are infantilizing pink vaginas. mind you, the color of a vagina doesn't change when you grow up. so with that, you're practically implying that all pink vaginas are from kids and all brown vaginas are from adults. not only infantilizing white women, but doing the opposite to woc.

genuinely, everything about this makes me think that you've never seen a vagina outside from porn. and it just rubs me the wrong way.

My point is about the repeated eroticization of pinkness as a genital aesthetic in porn. There’s a difference between a woman naturally having pink genital pigmentation and a writer repeatedly choosing ‘pink,’ ‘little,’ ‘pretty pink,’ ‘tiny,’ etc. to describe an adult woman’s genitals. The former is a body; the latter is a sexualized representation of a body.

Also, the uterus argument doesn’t really apply here because we’re talking about vulvar pigmentation, not the internal color of the uterus. And the claim that genital pigmentation simply ‘doesn’t change when you grow up’ is also an oversimplification. Research (i could link articles or you could look it up) has found an association between pinker vulval skin and younger age, while also making it very clear that genital pigmentation varies hugely between individuals. I’m not saying pink = child. I’m saying that youth and pinkness can overlap as an aesthetic association, and porn has a documented history of using youth-coded language and imagery.

That’s why I should’ve specifically mentioned the combination of ‘pink’ with words like ‘little’ and ‘pretty.’ If someone writes ‘her vulva was pink,’ that’s obviously not inherently infantilizing. But when porn/smut etc repeatedly constructs the ideal female body as pink, little, tiny, smooth, delicate, etc., it’s reasonable to question what ideas about femininity, youth and desirability that aesthetic is drawing from.

“are you saying that because my pussy is pink, just from existing, i’m reinforcing pedophilia?” This right here is a strawman argument because not once did I ever state that in the initial post.

I’m not blaming women with pink vulvas at all. A woman doesn’t choose her natural pigmentation, that’s obvious and we know that. I’m simply criticizing the media convention that repeatedly presents one particular genital appearance as sexually desirable. Those are completely different things.

So no, I’m not saying pink vaginas are ‘gross,’ and I’m certainly not saying women with pink vaginas are infantilized for existing or reinforcing pedophilia. I’m saying the fetishization of pinkness in smut/porn deserves scrutiny, particularly when it’s paired with explicitly diminutive/youth-coded language.