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.
[It was a calculated risk. From what Shiho could gather before they had pushed her into a room filled with the dull hum of a localized ECM, they were a partner of Black Phantom, yet another of the seemingly endless shady corporations willing to buy powerful clone children to further their own aims.
And she had been a lucky find, taken in the seconds right before she'd heard a warning shouted at her, then found herself disconcertingly teleported away into a darkness that she couldn't see out of even with her powers. All her kidnappers knew was that she was powerful. They didn't guess that she still had a weapon strapped to her waist under her shirt and that even without her powers she was a force to be reckoned with.
Shiho didn't know how much time had passed, not with the ECM but it's still too much time. She can only guess how it must have looked to anyone, to Sam when the rest of the squad had gone back without her. And besides, while she enjoyed playing the role of damsel-in-distress from time to time, that didn't mean she liked worrying any of them, least of all her fiance. So when she hears a creak of the door, she's ready with a tastefully tear-smudged face, one hand holding a large hunting knife tucked behind her back, hair mussed and turning a sweet, vulnerable look to the next person who comes in. She's been trapped here in this dusty, dark room with a headache and she intends to make that everyone's problem.
Ever since the commune raid, Holden hadn't been entirely sure how to be intimate with Molly. She was healing for a good chunk of time, certainly not in the mood to have sex, but that had ended a while ago and they still hadn't tried to initiate anything further. He could blame it on the exhaustion, the work that was piling up as the unit became more popular, but he knew it was more than that. Seeing her with her back so injured from lashings she never should have gotten in the first place had always tugged at his guilt complex.
Of course it couldn't last forever and after a nice dinner and some flirtatious conversation, he'd done his best to start to try and initiate. He pulls her close, lips moving along her neck as he sucks at her skin, his hands starting to roam over her body. One goes down to push up the fabric of her dress, cupping her ass firmly as he gropes her hard enough to pull her hips against his. Maybe he's waited too long to try again.
But as his other hand ends up moving over her back, feels the scars under the thin cloth, he falters just slightly. His grip on her loosens, though he at least doesn't stop his touches and kisses. The last thing he wanted to do while he was touching her was hurt her and he seems to be going out of his way to make sure that doesn't happen.
[info on journal; Yussa is actually physically small but quite powerful. He does not often allow himself to be vulnerable, and a lover might be one of the few to see that.]
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