The Size Difference/Size Kink Meme

[lookatthatslut]

Size kink is a kink or preference for a distinct difference in size, height, musculature or weight between two sexual partners. It isn't too unusual for two people in a relationship to be of different sizes, be it height or weight or anything else of that nature; after all, it'd probably be more strange to see two people together with the exact same "specs," so to speak. What are the odds? Still, the difference isn't always pronounced. Except, sometimes, when it is. Some people find the difference cute or charming, while others are not such big fans. Whatever the case may be, there are benefits and drawbacks, all the same. This meme is for playing out everything that comes with being in a relationship where one party is a different size than the other. All configurations are welcome! How to Play Comment with your character and your preferences. It will also probably be beneficial for you to include information about your character's size for those who aren't familiar with your canon (ie, saying "big" or "small" or "tall" or "short" in the subject line, then extrapolating in the comment). Remember, though, there may always be someone bigger or smaller! Comment to others. Use the RNG to determine prompts or just go with the flow. Prompts Cute: The difference between you and your partner is adorable and fluffy, complete with big spoon and little spoon cuddling, carrying, and head patting. Awkward: In some couplings, especially in heterosexual ones, there is an unfair expectation for one party to be taller than the other. When it's the reverse, you can sometimes get stares and cruel comments. But don't let that get you down. Inadequate: Because of your size, you feel embarrassed and afraid that the person you love might not love you. Don't Want to Hurt You: If the size difference is great, there can be a fear on the part of the bigger half of the couple that they might hurt the smaller half - especially in sex. How can you work around this problem? Weight: Your size difference is in weight, not height. Not What You Expect: In fiction and pop culture, the bigger partner is usually the dominant one. What if that's not the case in this pairing, though? HUGE Difference: It's not just a foot or so difference; it's YARDS. One of you is really big and the other is tiny. No matter what, the way you care for each other is giant. Aren't You Too Young?: The smaller partners can get confused for kids next to their bigger lovers, and that can be embarrassing. You want to prove to your partner that they need not worry about what other people say - you're sexy and very much not a kid (unless you are, I suppose). Benefits: Having a size difference in your relationship isn't all downsides. There are perks to having a partner who can pick you up, carry you, press you against the wall...basically, this is the hot size difference sex option. WILD CARD

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[dorothied]

[She gets tunnel vision around Raleigh sometimes, after effects of drift compatibility or the fact that she's stupid in love with him or both combined. It makes her forget to check, because all she sees is the way he shifts on his feet, the look he gives her, and she knows what'll happen even before it does. It doesn't stop her from letting out a startled moan straight against his lips, one hand tightening around her bo and the other reaching up to grab the nape of his neck. He practically kisses her to the tips of her toes, then stops and she stumbles back a step.

Not nearly far enough, but she doesn't want to be far enough, doesn't want to be far at all. She cranes her neck and nips at his lips before he catches hers in his teeth, provoking a huffed groan and Mako to drop her bo and grab him by one of the straps of his shirt for leverage, so she can kiss him back just as hard.]

[compatibles]

[ Raleigh drops his hanbo stick as well, barely noticing the clatter on the mats; as Mako pulls herself up towards him by the grasp on his neck and his shirt he catches her around the waist to help her, almost lifting her off her toes in the effort to kiss her properly, to kiss her thoroughly and breathlessly, until they're both panting from the exertion again. Her body has such an incredible solidity in his hands, she's so strong and present and real, yet she weighs next to nothing to him, his hands big on her small frame, gripping her easily. They slide from her waist to her ass and he cups and squeezes her playfully, aware of how easy it would be to lift her up right now and pin her against one of the walls, her legs locked around his waist. The thought of it makes him groan against her mouth. He wants it like he wants every bit of her, always, and he wants to roughhouse and tumble and play with her like they're still sparring but this kind of play is not the kind that he wants anyone walking in on. ]

[dorothied]

[They should've stopped after the first kiss - no, they shouldn't have kissed to begin with. There's a disadvantage here, which shoots the idea they're both getting; they don't have a room in the Shatterdome in which to do this, not anymore. Their sanctuary lies a few miles away, two buses and a few feet of walking; if they were home, this would transition easily from a spar to him inside her making her moan, but they're here instead. No privacy, no place to do this, no matter how much they both want it.

Because, oh, she does want it. She's arching in an effort to press herself closer; she stops breathing when he squeezes her ass and every intention is laid clear and loud in front of her. They should've definitely stopped before the first kiss.

In a last effort, reluctant as it can be, she breaks the kiss and gives him a look that's all conflict. She wants him, but where?]

Raleigh...

[compatibles]

[ He understands the frustration in her eyes perfectly because it's mirrored in his whole body, his heart pounding fast and heat filling him up and filling out his cock, in another moment or two it's going to be very noticeable, how ready he is to have her. Home is too far away to bear. He can't imagine how he would last trying to wait until they get there. It may be their sanctuary but it doesn't help him when his entire body is singing for her nearness.

She says his name like that and Raleigh decides to throw caution to the wind; grabbing her hand, he pulls her with him in the direction of the changing room--where the communal showers are, a row of narrow stalls where the water comes out of an overhead faucet and there are doors, most importantly there are doors that close and it's about the closest thing to privacy one can find in the Shatterdome, outside of a single cabin. The changing room is empty when they enter it and that's good because Raleigh is already pulling Mako back to him, kissing her feverishly even as he pushes her in the direction of the showers, pausing only to strip her shirt up and over her head. ]

[dorothied]

[She could say that this is still pretty public of them, but the has enough trust in the crew members working in the Shatterdome at this hour to know that they won't be needing the showers at this hour, and will know better than not to turn around and leave once they hear the two of them. Because for some reason, she doesn't find the strength or focus to keep silent now, not unless he's kissing her, and sometimes not even then.

It's a miracle they don't trip over anything. She leaves him to guide the two of them, blind trust letting her busy herself with other things. Their boots and bos and jackets are left behind in the kwoon, and Mako's shirt dropped on the floor halfway to the showers. She bites at his lower lip, at his chin, leaning back to strip him of his shirt and leave their own line of breadcrumbs.

She doesn't even need to tell him how much she wants him right now, or how she wants him, because the way they look at each other makes it clear that they both know exactly what the other needs. She hooks her fingers into the waistband to his pants, stopping them in their tracks so she can pull them down to his ankles, even if she has to squat to do it; before rising again, she presses an open-mouthed kiss against the thin line of hair leading down from his bellybutton.]