It doesn't matter if your lover is as tough as nails dipped in molten steel or as weak as ripped tissue; for the first time, as they're in your arms, you notice how delicate and tiny they are. Now, if they're actually small (or smaller than you) and frail is not the issue, yet they seem all of those things to you now.
And despite the fact that this thought should disturb you, at the very least make you want to protect them from everything this world could threaten. It doesn't. Actually, it just makes them all the more attractive to you, for better or worse. You want sex even more, too, whether it be tender and gentle or insanely rough, to break this precious thing you have in your hands.
How you use this meme and what kinks you can get from it are up to you! Depending on the character, you can play anything from sweet fluff to size kink to corruption to protectiveness/ownership to awkward first times to BDSM to topping from the bottom to unexpected role reversals. Just be sure to be upfront and say what you'd be interested in.
Comment with your character, canon, and preferences.
[Open to a lot, kink-wise. She's... very energetic, and fairly outspoken, so she might be more than a little on the dominant side? But with someone bigger and stronger than her, she could definitely be handled.]
The imperial princess was quite used to having her way. Which, of course, was expected on some level, though there should at least be the assumption that after a certain point, someone of her station would have to do what was best for the empire. And in a place with so many families vying to have one of theirs achieve the title of 'emperor' or 'empress', the continuation of the family line was something that should have been absolutely paramount once the girl had reached what could tactfully be considered 'marriageable age'.
Except that it wasn't. Not only had she rejected anyone who had tried to court her, she had rejected even the idea of having a suitor. Tiny she may be, but.. she had an attitude to her, and after a certain point people just kind of gave up.
Finally, though, the idea was put forth that she didn't necessarily have to court or marry anyone. In absence of any alliance by marriage, any child would be enough, really, to ensure the continuation of her family's dominance.
Which is how she found herself confined to her quarters and assured that someone would be brought to her who could, er. Absolutely fulfill certain necessary demands.
Having rejected all her ordinary suitors, it had perhaps been assumed that the princess would be more willing to endure the company of someone less ordinary. And so it was that the person brought before her only... vaguely resembled her suitors.
The outfit was familiar enough. But although dressed like a nobleman, the newcomer seemed obviously female, given the curves of her waist and hips, and the way her silk jacket strained over her bust. And there was no immediate sign that she would in fact be capable of solving the "problem" at hand.
Sayako hoped she was keeping her emotions from showing too much on her face. She knew, of course, that the princess was graceful and attractive, and would readily have admitted that she'd love a chance to spend the night with her - but it was always been only an idle fantasy. Now that it seemed like it might become a reality... it was terrifying. What if she displeased the princess? What if she hurt the princess?
"Princess," she said, flushing almost as red as Ce'Nedra's hair. "I... I was asked to assist you with a... delicate matter?"
What, nervous? She wasn't nervous at all! She did this all the time! Right?
[ to say that vava had lowered sexual urges was a bit disingenuous. certainly, he wasn't actively seeking out sex or physical gratification as much as others might have, but it was there. it was just a matter of coaxing it forward. of course, that wasn't exactly a common occurrence, given that no one could even fathom being around vava for long, let alone have sex with him...
somehow, x seemed to break all expectations, yet again.
vava was in his quarters when x had asked to come over. he initially declined--he wanted to work on upgrading some of his weaponry, you see--but eventually he gave in. it was just another moment that happened to highlight just how much influence x had over vava's state of mind. it was almost disturbing.
almost.
so when x eventually arrived, vava saw no real need to get himself dressed. he was sitting on the edge of his capsule bed, a work table having been dragged over so he could continue his tinkering. he was without armor entirely, a rarity in and of itself. instead, he clothed himself in a tanktop and shorts and... really, nothing else. he had learned to lack real shame around x, having started with removing his helmet more often.
now he didn't even flinch when the doors opened and x came inside. he barely lifted his eyes to look at him, his attention fully set upon the small device he was messing with. ]
[If one knew X for any period of time, one would think that he'd never had a sexual thought in his life. Pure, heroic X, full of optimism, cheer, and a good word for everyone, think about something so base as sex?
...Clearly, those who thought he was incapable of such thoughts or urges didn't know X all that well.
It wasn't a common occurrence, mind. X was the sort to go with the moment rather than simply go about, seeking physical gratification. He discovered masturbation entirely on accident, and he'd only ever had sex with one person.
...
That person who he was visiting now.
The original intention of the visit had been innocent enough. X's relationship with Vava was not what one would call "public", so opportunities to see one another outside of work shrank as both of their assignments piled up. X put on a loose pair of jeans and his favorite blue sweatshirt and made his way to Vava's room.
Looking at him, though, X was starting to think he was, perhaps, a little overdressed for the occasion.
[ vava didn't miss that stutter, oh no. he'd heard it as plain as day, and it was enough to draw his attention upward again. this time, his eyes didn't immediately flick back down to his workstation. clearly, x was bothered by something.
vava could guess as to what it was, after getting a good look at his face. his lips curled back just the slightest bit. he'd managed to get x flustered without doing a damn thing but sit there. priceless. ]
They're going. I'm just about finished.
[ really, he could have been finished twenty minutes ago, but vava had a penchant for being particular when it came to his modifications. especially since anything unsanctioned even the slightest bit could earn him a night in the confinement chamber. ]
What'd you want to come over so badly for, anyway?
[ vava actually pushed the table a bit out of the way, his arms crossing over his chest after the fact. almost like he was purposefully seeking to fluster the other. he knew that sitting as he was, x would get a nice view of... just about everything.
[X was getting an eyeful, all right. Arms, waist, legs, thighs, and.....
No. No, no. Stop. Stop staring at it.
Eyes, no. Face. You look at peoples' faces, not their--
--faces that are smirking at him in that way where they know exactly what they're doing. The sort of smirk that makes X shift his legs where he stands, and his pants feel a bit tighter around the lower regions.
X was not an overly sexual Reploid. It took particular circumstances, and the right mood in order to get him riled up, especially to this extent. Normally, this was at inopportune times (luckily never on the field or anywhere where it might cost him anything other than a little embarrassment), and he would find himself 'taking a shower' in order to get it out of his system.
No harm, no foul.
But now...]
W-well. I just...you know. We haven't seen each other in a while.
[Don't stare. Stop staring. Stop. STARING. Focus!
X's eyes shifted around the room, looking up, down, at Vava's face, and aside. With each word, his cheeks grew a darker, more obvious red.]
I wanted to...you know.
[He scratched his head, and shifted his legs slightly.]
[ vava, on the other hand, really couldn't recall the last time someone made him feel all warm and distracted like x did. it was vaguely sickening to him, but part of the reason behind it was that he really lacked a grasp on his own emotions before x had wormed his way into his life. and since x really unearthed those urges... well.
vava thought it would be nice to repay him, sometimes. in the form of teasing.
he knew what x was looking at: everything. vava never thought of himself as being attractive, but after a few times with x, he'd learned that at least x found him attractive. and so, armed with that knowledge, vava used it to his advantage.
pushing up from the bed, vava stepped across the floor toward x, his pathetic stuttering making vava's smirk all the stronger. the sentiment was endearing, to say the least, but vava still had difficulties with the more tender things between them.
base desires, however, were much like his hair-trigger temper: involuntary, strong and impossible to ignore. with them unearthed and at his disposal, vava had come to understand them far easier in that manner. unpredictable and easily set off, just like him. and x was clearly in the process of being claimed by them. vava was going to see that he provoked him as much as possible. ]
Well, here I am.
[ his voice was far calmer than it usually was. gone was that tense overtone, that constant overlay of distrust and irritation. now, vava sounded self-satisfied, arrogant. he felt he had good reason to. he was giving x quite the show, standing right in front of him with his arms wide open.
[Oh, X was looking. It was hard not to, really, considering just how much Vava was...ahem, exposing himself. A tiny part in the back of X's mind berated him for it, but it was swiftly ignored. This was the same part of his mind that berated him for any overindulgence, and in moments like these were shoved to the back of his mind and locked in there until further notice...
Or at least until X was post-coitus.
Still, he couldn't deny that he liked what he saw. If someone asked him what he found so attractive about Vava, he wouldn't have been able to put it in words, possibly mentioning something intangible or vague like 'everything') or mentioning single body parts, like his eyes, face, or legs), but...
There were no words to describe it. He just was. And X found himself unable to tear his eyes away when he was able to see him like this.]
Well...
[If he was a more witty or dirty-talking Reploid, he would have answered Vava's smarmy little remark with a harsh "YOU," and pinned him against the wall.
X, though, was not this. His sexual banter could easily be described as precious at best and ridiculously awkward at worst. That didn't take the breathy desire out of his voice, or his eyes from glassing over, misty with forbidden, secret wants.
(He really needed to learn some sort of poker face, though.)
Instead, he opted for biting his lip before stepping forward and reaching out, gently tracing his fingers over Vava's face.]
You know...um.
[Words. Words! Say something!
He opted instead to pull himself close to Vava. Or...try anyway, due to the height difference, and nibble a little on the side of his neck. Forgive the lopsidedness, as X isn't exactly...tall.]
[ vava wasn't a patient person, but for something like this, he could easily make an exception. x stumbling over words and trying to get out what vava already knew he was thinking was priceless. perhaps a bit sadistic of him, but x couldn't change everything about him.
what surprised him, however, was the touch to his face. vava rose a brow, taken aback by the gentle touch. it wasn't as though x had never touched him in such a manner, but each time he did, it stalled vava's thoughts out. and hell, he looked so good, biting on his lip like that. like he was innocent.
vava knew better.
his lips curled as he finally took that step forward, the sensation of teeth into his neck one he adored quite a lot. he hummed lowly, leaning forward to tower over the smaller reploid. ]
You want to bite me, hm?
[ vava reached forward, his hands clamping down on x's hips. he enjoyed how small he felt, how fragile, without his armor. they were leagues apart without it; vava's body was clearly made to withstand the harshest conditions, a war machine if there ever was one. vava liked to think that one well placed touch would shatter x apart. having power over him was alluring.
not just physical power, either. he knew x could easily crumble if he said the right things, touched him in the right way. leaning forward, properly looming over x, vava brushed his face against his neck and sunk his teeth in. he wasn't gentle, but he wasn't violent, either. enough to get his point across, at least. ]
[That throaty moan was entirely Vava's fault. Perhaps it was that sharp-hot feeling of teeth against his skin, or the way his nerves spiked at the contact, that tiny pain sending shocks of sensation down his neck and in the rest of his body...
X wasn't really one for pain, not really. He liked his nerves' increased sensitivity moreso than any actual feeling of hurt; gentle and slow was how he always wanted it, and preferred to give such contact to his partner in kind.
Well, when he could.
In this case, that was accomplished by slipping his fingers under Vava's tank top, and exploring his skin in teasing little touches. With those teeth on his neck, just this felt electrifying, making his fingers tingle and his body heat up--
--Though that also could have been because he was raring to go, so to speak.]
M-maybe...so what if I do?
[He wasn't the best at banter yet, but he was making the attempt, at least, even trying to flash the closest thing to a smirk at him (which just amounted to a mischeivous smile).
X still tried nibbling on Vava, and kept it light, but was a bit more insistent about it.]
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Rey | SW:TFA | OTA
Ce'Nedra || The Belgariad || OTA
Re: Ce'Nedra || The Belgariad || OTA
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Is it okay if she starts out with a little bit of reluctance?]
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The imperial princess was quite used to having her way. Which, of course, was expected on some level, though there should at least be the assumption that after a certain point, someone of her station would have to do what was best for the empire. And in a place with so many families vying to have one of theirs achieve the title of 'emperor' or 'empress', the continuation of the family line was something that should have been absolutely paramount once the girl had reached what could tactfully be considered 'marriageable age'.
Except that it wasn't. Not only had she rejected anyone who had tried to court her, she had rejected even the idea of having a suitor. Tiny she may be, but.. she had an attitude to her, and after a certain point people just kind of gave up.
Finally, though, the idea was put forth that she didn't necessarily have to court or marry anyone. In absence of any alliance by marriage, any child would be enough, really, to ensure the continuation of her family's dominance.
Which is how she found herself confined to her quarters and assured that someone would be brought to her who could, er. Absolutely fulfill certain necessary demands.
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The outfit was familiar enough. But although dressed like a nobleman, the newcomer seemed obviously female, given the curves of her waist and hips, and the way her silk jacket strained over her bust. And there was no immediate sign that she would in fact be capable of solving the "problem" at hand.
Sayako hoped she was keeping her emotions from showing too much on her face. She knew, of course, that the princess was graceful and attractive, and would readily have admitted that she'd love a chance to spend the night with her - but it was always been only an idle fantasy. Now that it seemed like it might become a reality... it was terrifying. What if she displeased the princess? What if she hurt the princess?
"Princess," she said, flushing almost as red as Ce'Nedra's hair. "I... I was asked to assist you with a... delicate matter?"
What, nervous? She wasn't nervous at all! She did this all the time! Right?
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Hope Estheim || FFXIII (and derivatives) || OTA
Kiyoshi Teppei | KnB (OTA)
Potemkin | Guilty Gear
carswell thorne ( the lunar chronicles ) ota
Aegis-37 || Destiny || OTA
X | Mega Man X | OTA
He's also very protective and kind. (kinks, etc are on his journal)
Also, blah blah, he has fully-functional human-esque body underneath his armor.]
here we go again...
somehow, x seemed to break all expectations, yet again.
vava was in his quarters when x had asked to come over. he initially declined--he wanted to work on upgrading some of his weaponry, you see--but eventually he gave in. it was just another moment that happened to highlight just how much influence x had over vava's state of mind. it was almost disturbing.
almost.
so when x eventually arrived, vava saw no real need to get himself dressed. he was sitting on the edge of his capsule bed, a work table having been dragged over so he could continue his tinkering. he was without armor entirely, a rarity in and of itself. instead, he clothed himself in a tanktop and shorts and... really, nothing else. he had learned to lack real shame around x, having started with removing his helmet more often.
now he didn't even flinch when the doors opened and x came inside. he barely lifted his eyes to look at him, his attention fully set upon the small device he was messing with. ]
Evenin'.
w e l p...
...Clearly, those who thought he was incapable of such thoughts or urges didn't know X all that well.
It wasn't a common occurrence, mind. X was the sort to go with the moment rather than simply go about, seeking physical gratification. He discovered masturbation entirely on accident, and he'd only ever had sex with one person.
...
That person who he was visiting now.
The original intention of the visit had been innocent enough. X's relationship with Vava was not what one would call "public", so opportunities to see one another outside of work shrank as both of their assignments piled up. X put on a loose pair of jeans and his favorite blue sweatshirt and made his way to Vava's room.
Looking at him, though, X was starting to think he was, perhaps, a little overdressed for the occasion.
Wow.
Oh, dear, was his face getting red?]
Hey. H-how're the modifications going?
[Nice stutter there, X.]
so cute... send help...
vava could guess as to what it was, after getting a good look at his face. his lips curled back just the slightest bit. he'd managed to get x flustered without doing a damn thing but sit there. priceless. ]
They're going. I'm just about finished.
[ really, he could have been finished twenty minutes ago, but vava had a penchant for being particular when it came to his modifications. especially since anything unsanctioned even the slightest bit could earn him a night in the confinement chamber. ]
What'd you want to come over so badly for, anyway?
[ vava actually pushed the table a bit out of the way, his arms crossing over his chest after the fact. almost like he was purposefully seeking to fluster the other. he knew that sitting as he was, x would get a nice view of... just about everything.
and he smirked. he really was a little shit. ]
No can do.......
No. No, no. Stop. Stop staring at it.
Eyes, no. Face. You look at peoples' faces, not their--
--faces that are smirking at him in that way where they know exactly what they're doing. The sort of smirk that makes X shift his legs where he stands, and his pants feel a bit tighter around the lower regions.
X was not an overly sexual Reploid. It took particular circumstances, and the right mood in order to get him riled up, especially to this extent. Normally, this was at inopportune times (luckily never on the field or anywhere where it might cost him anything other than a little embarrassment), and he would find himself 'taking a shower' in order to get it out of his system.
No harm, no foul.
But now...]
W-well. I just...you know. We haven't seen each other in a while.
[Don't stare. Stop staring. Stop. STARING. Focus!
X's eyes shifted around the room, looking up, down, at Vava's face, and aside. With each word, his cheeks grew a darker, more obvious red.]
I wanted to...you know.
[He scratched his head, and shifted his legs slightly.]
See you.
[Smooth.]
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vava thought it would be nice to repay him, sometimes. in the form of teasing.
he knew what x was looking at: everything. vava never thought of himself as being attractive, but after a few times with x, he'd learned that at least x found him attractive. and so, armed with that knowledge, vava used it to his advantage.
pushing up from the bed, vava stepped across the floor toward x, his pathetic stuttering making vava's smirk all the stronger. the sentiment was endearing, to say the least, but vava still had difficulties with the more tender things between them.
base desires, however, were much like his hair-trigger temper: involuntary, strong and impossible to ignore. with them unearthed and at his disposal, vava had come to understand them far easier in that manner. unpredictable and easily set off, just like him. and x was clearly in the process of being claimed by them. vava was going to see that he provoked him as much as possible. ]
Well, here I am.
[ his voice was far calmer than it usually was. gone was that tense overtone, that constant overlay of distrust and irritation. now, vava sounded self-satisfied, arrogant. he felt he had good reason to. he was giving x quite the show, standing right in front of him with his arms wide open.
take a good look, x. ]
So, what did you want to do?
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Or at least until X was post-coitus.
Still, he couldn't deny that he liked what he saw. If someone asked him what he found so attractive about Vava, he wouldn't have been able to put it in words, possibly mentioning something intangible or vague like 'everything') or mentioning single body parts, like his eyes, face, or legs), but...
There were no words to describe it. He just was. And X found himself unable to tear his eyes away when he was able to see him like this.]
Well...
[If he was a more witty or dirty-talking Reploid, he would have answered Vava's smarmy little remark with a harsh "YOU," and pinned him against the wall.
X, though, was not this. His sexual banter could easily be described as precious at best and ridiculously awkward at worst. That didn't take the breathy desire out of his voice, or his eyes from glassing over, misty with forbidden, secret wants.
(He really needed to learn some sort of poker face, though.)
Instead, he opted for biting his lip before stepping forward and reaching out, gently tracing his fingers over Vava's face.]
You know...um.
[Words. Words! Say something!
He opted instead to pull himself close to Vava. Or...try anyway, due to the height difference, and nibble a little on the side of his neck. Forgive the lopsidedness, as X isn't exactly...tall.]
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what surprised him, however, was the touch to his face. vava rose a brow, taken aback by the gentle touch. it wasn't as though x had never touched him in such a manner, but each time he did, it stalled vava's thoughts out. and hell, he looked so good, biting on his lip like that. like he was innocent.
vava knew better.
his lips curled as he finally took that step forward, the sensation of teeth into his neck one he adored quite a lot. he hummed lowly, leaning forward to tower over the smaller reploid. ]
You want to bite me, hm?
[ vava reached forward, his hands clamping down on x's hips. he enjoyed how small he felt, how fragile, without his armor. they were leagues apart without it; vava's body was clearly made to withstand the harshest conditions, a war machine if there ever was one. vava liked to think that one well placed touch would shatter x apart. having power over him was alluring.
not just physical power, either. he knew x could easily crumble if he said the right things, touched him in the right way. leaning forward, properly looming over x, vava brushed his face against his neck and sunk his teeth in. he wasn't gentle, but he wasn't violent, either. enough to get his point across, at least. ]
That took way too long...
X wasn't really one for pain, not really. He liked his nerves' increased sensitivity moreso than any actual feeling of hurt; gentle and slow was how he always wanted it, and preferred to give such contact to his partner in kind.
Well, when he could.
In this case, that was accomplished by slipping his fingers under Vava's tank top, and exploring his skin in teasing little touches. With those teeth on his neck, just this felt electrifying, making his fingers tingle and his body heat up--
--Though that also could have been because he was raring to go, so to speak.]
M-maybe...so what if I do?
[He wasn't the best at banter yet, but he was making the attempt, at least, even trying to flash the closest thing to a smirk at him (which just amounted to a mischeivous smile).
X still tried nibbling on Vava, and kept it light, but was a bit more insistent about it.]