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.
[Engaging in battle with one hundred Cactuars had been the most reckless thing they have done so far. Hunting? They did it on a daily basis. Taking down big creatures? Easily the most enjoyable duels. But admittedly, this had been a bad choice, and they all were paying big time after their recklessness.]
[That's how Ignis found himself plucking needles out from Gladio, one by one, all over his body. His head resting on his lap, Ignis had been on the task for some time by now, patiently helping his wounded friend.]
[ Gladio was never one to shy from a challenge, but this? He agreed with Ignis that it had been a bad idea, particularly when he found himself covered in needles that had to be pulled out one by one.
He grunted as Ignis removed another needle. This was a form of mild torture as far as he was concerned, though he was grateful for the help. ]
Yeah. I'm managing. [ The only pleasant aspect of this experience was getting to lie with his head in Ignis' lap. If he was going to go through this crap, might as well be as comfortable as possible. ] How many more?
[Needless to say, Ignis was specially careful with the needles found on Gladio's face, cautiously pulling them out and pressing on the stings to stop any bleeding. It may or may not have taken some time but, finally, he could say he was done. And that was part one. Part two considered healing and providing medicines, should any toxin had slipped in the meantime.]
[Grabbing his first aid kit, Ignis pulls out everything he needs to clean and patch the larger wounds on him. And while disinfecting, he can't help himself but think out loud his thoughts.]
Such a rare thing to see this frail side of yours.
[ Gladio let out a long sigh of relief when the last of the needles were removed and Ignis could finally move onto the next step.
Sure, the pain lingered, and frankly? He felt exhausted. It was easier than ever just then to relax and let the other man take care of him. Ignis had his unconditional trust, after all. ]
Yeah? Don't get used to it. [ He looked up with a small smirk. Very few people ever got to see him like this. ]
[Although he'd be lying if he didn't admit it was cute at some degree. Ignis only chuckles and gives a smirk in return to Gladio, gently patting on his face before setting himself back to work on patching his wounds until he is satisfied with the result. By the time, a few had already turned slightly swollen, meaning there should have been toxins there.
But you're in good hands, Gladio, and Ignis has already got that covered too.
There, after covering all of the ugly stitches over his friend's body, he moves onto providing him medicines. As he sees how comfortable his friends has made himself on his lap, Ignis simply places the bottle near his lips, his free arm cradling his head.]
Drink it all. No complains in regards of it's taste.
“Third night in a row that you’ve stopped by right before closing,” Tifa commented from her side of the bar as she wiped down glasses. “I’m starting to think you are either a serious night owl or you just want to get me alone.”
Tifa of course had a warm smile for Gladio as she set the drink he had ordered the two nights before in front of him before leaning on the bar. “Or is it because I make the best drinks in this town?”
Gladio leaned against the counter, watching Tifa prepare his drink. Oh? Was she starting to suspect? Honestly, he had been hoping to get her alone, but that was no simple task. She did make the best drinks, after all, and people tended to stick around late into the night.
"Maybe a mixture of all three."
He smirked, picking up the drink and taking a sip. "I actually was wondering if you had some free time tonight."
Gladio was in luck tonight because it seemed that not many people have decided to stay till closing so it was them and only a couple of drunks. Tifa smiled at his words as she went back to drying glasses. "I do in fact have some free time tonight," she said and she tilted her head to the side as she looked at him. "Are you wanting to do something in oh..." She looked st the clock. "Twenty minutes?"
[Kusakabe's canon is pretty realistic modern day earth, with no powers or mechs or anything like that to speak of. I'm pretty blind to Gundam stuff too but I can do some quick research. Sooo either Zechs can be someone normal in 2016 earth, or I can try and AU Kusakabe into where Zechs can find him.]
[Sounds like a plan. Would he attend a concert? Or perhaps get involved in a drag race, both would be suitable meeting points. Also would you rather go with the rough path or the tender one? I'm feeling the rough prompt, especially after reading his kinks.]
ZGOK was one of the most popular underground bands of the moment in the Shimokita underground punk scene. The covers they did were given new energy, their original songs were eclectic and interesting, and even though they had only been around for a couple of years, they had amassed a small following. It made sense, when one considered the band members, especially the guitarist, the bleached blonde punk dancing about the stage and providing the backup vocals, occasionally being egged to the front. He was energetic, enthusiastic as he played. He was currently at the front of the stage with his shoulder pressed against the lead's, grinning as the pair of them sang. He was given prominence for the solo parts. The song he was put in charge of took advantage of his range and gave him a chance to show off as he veritably danced with the rhythm, fingers dancing up the neck of his instrument.
Normally he didn't follow bands like ZGOK. But his friend drug him to a concert and he found the sound to be something he did enjoy. Especially the guitar. Mostly he followed them online and social media. It was difficult for an ambassador's son to get away. But he found a chance to get to a concert. Loud and crowded, but he was enjoying himself.
He was watching the stage from back by the bar. His pale hair was long and loose around him. It was unusual for someone of his stature. But he didn't care. He was able to be himself for a night and ignore the ridiculous pandering of other politicians.
After the concert was over, he hung around the bar. He was sitting on a stool, nursing a glass of whiksey.
At the end of the set, another group was to take their place, allowing the band to go home and clean up, or stick around and mingle a while. And he was feeling social, so why not?
When he settled at the bar, he'd shed the leather jacket he'd been wearing on stage, favoring the thin tshirt he'd worn underneath, making him look a good deal thinner as he requested a beer. He leaned his folded arms on the bartop and murmured his thanks before sipping on his drink, eyes wandering.
The man at his side looked interesting, a stool between the two of them keeping that little bit of distance as he took the guy in; long, soft-looking blond hair, fair complexion, definitely not local that he could recall. He offered a tilted smile and nothing more, just sipping the cold beer as its foam went down.
He glanced over and smiled at the man. The guitarist from the band he'd come here to see. He finished off his whiksey and set the glass down.
Zechs shifted a bit, turning his upper body towards the man. "Good show." He said. His voice revealed he was definitely not a local, not with the somewhere from Europe accent.
Kusakabe's head tilted some at that accent. He couldn't quite place it, but then again he'd only left the country once so far and that hadn't been for very long. He wasn't fluent in any other language either, but it seemed like this guy could speak his well enough.
"Thanks. You here on vacation?" Tourists loved Tokyo after all, and Shjimokitazawa always attracted the adventurous types.
He shook his head. "No, I live here in Tokyo, have for the past three years." He replied, "I'm Zechs."
He knew there were things he had to work on with his Japanese, but it was better than when he first came here with his family. His attention was taken by the bartender and he nodded when asked if he wanted another.
"Huh..." He took a moment to consider that, pulling the few pieces of the puzzle together that he could just by looking at Zechs and taking the new information.
He's got it! He smiles a little wider and points a finger into the air vaguely. "One of the diplomats right? Some foreign ambassador or agent or something."
Until then, he'd at least have access to one person's interest, if nothing else.
"Hah, I knew it~ Not being from Belgium, but Europe in general. Your accent's a little off." He took a longer swallow of his beer, swiping his tongue across his lips. "What brings you over here though? Far as I can remember, the diplomatic center's way on the other side of the city."
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John Watson | Sherlock | M/M
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Wanda Maximoff || MCU || F/M
Rey || Star Wars: The Force Awakens || F/M
lydia martin, teen wolf.
Liv Moore | iZombie | m/f
Gladio | FFXV | ota
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[That's how Ignis found himself plucking needles out from Gladio, one by one, all over his body. His head resting on his lap, Ignis had been on the task for some time by now, patiently helping his wounded friend.]
Enduring the pain fine, Gladio?
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He grunted as Ignis removed another needle. This was a form of mild torture as far as he was concerned, though he was grateful for the help. ]
Yeah. I'm managing. [ The only pleasant aspect of this experience was getting to lie with his head in Ignis' lap. If he was going to go through this crap, might as well be as comfortable as possible. ] How many more?
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[Needless to say, Ignis was specially careful with the needles found on Gladio's face, cautiously pulling them out and pressing on the stings to stop any bleeding. It may or may not have taken some time but, finally, he could say he was done. And that was part one. Part two considered healing and providing medicines, should any toxin had slipped in the meantime.]
[Grabbing his first aid kit, Ignis pulls out everything he needs to clean and patch the larger wounds on him. And while disinfecting, he can't help himself but think out loud his thoughts.]
Such a rare thing to see this frail side of yours.
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Sure, the pain lingered, and frankly? He felt exhausted. It was easier than ever just then to relax and let the other man take care of him. Ignis had his unconditional trust, after all. ]
Yeah? Don't get used to it. [ He looked up with a small smirk. Very few people ever got to see him like this. ]
sorry, past days have been hectic af -_-
[Although he'd be lying if he didn't admit it was cute at some degree. Ignis only chuckles and gives a smirk in return to Gladio, gently patting on his face before setting himself back to work on patching his wounds until he is satisfied with the result. By the time, a few had already turned slightly swollen, meaning there should have been toxins there.
But you're in good hands, Gladio, and Ignis has already got that covered too.
There, after covering all of the ugly stitches over his friend's body, he moves onto providing him medicines. As he sees how comfortable his friends has made himself on his lap, Ignis simply places the bottle near his lips, his free arm cradling his head.]
Drink it all. No complains in regards of it's taste.
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Tifa of course had a warm smile for Gladio as she set the drink he had ordered the two nights before in front of him before leaning on the bar. “Or is it because I make the best drinks in this town?”
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"Maybe a mixture of all three."
He smirked, picking up the drink and taking a sip. "I actually was wondering if you had some free time tonight."
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Kusakabe Hikaru | Doukyuusei | OTA
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go ahead and jump it forward as much as you need to.
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He was watching the stage from back by the bar. His pale hair was long and loose around him. It was unusual for someone of his stature. But he didn't care. He was able to be himself for a night and ignore the ridiculous pandering of other politicians.
After the concert was over, he hung around the bar. He was sitting on a stool, nursing a glass of whiksey.
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When he settled at the bar, he'd shed the leather jacket he'd been wearing on stage, favoring the thin tshirt he'd worn underneath, making him look a good deal thinner as he requested a beer. He leaned his folded arms on the bartop and murmured his thanks before sipping on his drink, eyes wandering.
The man at his side looked interesting, a stool between the two of them keeping that little bit of distance as he took the guy in; long, soft-looking blond hair, fair complexion, definitely not local that he could recall. He offered a tilted smile and nothing more, just sipping the cold beer as its foam went down.
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Zechs shifted a bit, turning his upper body towards the man. "Good show." He said. His voice revealed he was definitely not a local, not with the somewhere from Europe accent.
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"Thanks. You here on vacation?" Tourists loved Tokyo after all, and Shjimokitazawa always attracted the adventurous types.
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He knew there were things he had to work on with his Japanese, but it was better than when he first came here with his family. His attention was taken by the bartender and he nodded when asked if he wanted another.
Zechs turned his attention back to the guitarist.
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He's got it! He smiles a little wider and points a finger into the air vaguely. "One of the diplomats right? Some foreign ambassador or agent or something."
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He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be in Japan. Hos father was making rumblings of going back to Belgium. But until then...
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"Hah, I knew it~ Not being from Belgium, but Europe in general. Your accent's a little off." He took a longer swallow of his beer, swiping his tongue across his lips. "What brings you over here though? Far as I can remember, the diplomatic center's way on the other side of the city."
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"Well. I came here to see the band." He answered, "I like the sound."
Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf - M/M
Sora Takenouchi ~ Digimon Tri ~ M/F or M/M/F
Tifa Lockhart - Final Fantasy VII - M/F
Duo Maxwell - Gundam Wing - M/M
LEONARD SNART ( ❄ CAPTAIN COLD ) | DCTV | OTA