The Calm You Down Smut Meme

[sockdere]

The Calm You Down Smut Meme

You're about to go off the rails. No, no "about," actually. You've left that train track fair behind, and you're crazy. Rage fills every inch of you, and there's no doubt you're about to do something dangerous, stupid, or reckless. Or all three. There's only one person who can calm you down: your lover. They have tried everything they know to get those thoughts from your heard. Everything except for this... Now, they're using physical intimacy to remind you what really matters, which is the two of you. Surely, this will bring you back, letting the anger ebb out and you'll be able to think straight again, even if your lover was the actual cause of all this mess. Won't it? Surely you won't direct your wrath towards them, no matter what. Comment with your character, your canon, your preferences, and which side you'd like to play (the calming one or the one who needs calming). Reply to others. Thread!

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Mikono Suzushiro | Aquarion EVOL | F/M

[mourningdress]

[Definitely the calming one.]

Re: Mikono Suzushiro | Aquarion EVOL | F/M

[gunningfinger]

( ooc: hey would you be cool with Yusuke here? wanted to make sure before I started trying to set up a plot )

[mourningdress]

[Of course,I'd love to thread with you! <3]

[gunningfinger]

( ooc: awesome~ ^o^ So I was thinking that something happened to someone Yusuke cared about, either his mom was threatened, his friends were attacked, or if you want to go that route, Mikono was attacked/threatened, and Yusuke, of course, gets uber pissed over it. What do you think? )

[mourningdress]

[OOC: I think it's a sweet idea to have it be either his mother or friends. Mikono would definitely be very sympathetic to that.]

yukina ( yu yu hakusho ) ota

[crylittlesister]

( the calming presence. )

Tomie | Junji Ito's Tomie | OTA

[moredemons]

( On the surface, Tomie will be calming her lover down, but in actuality, she's playing the long game and bending them to her will.

Just an fyi, Tomie doesn't love anyone. She's actually incapable of love, being a terrible abomination of a demon and all.

However, Tomie can induce love and crazed lust into just about anyone, though she mostly sticks to men because she views them as being more easily manipulated by her chosen form of an incredibly beautiful and youthful girl. This power comes with a giant drawback, of course: the men under her spell go mad with jealousy, turning violent and usually attacking Tomie herself. Go figure. Due to those attempts on her life, she unsurprisingly dies. More surprisingly, she comes back to life every single time, with whatever body part being severed becoming a new Tomie to go out into the world and stir shit up.

tl;dr she's an Elderitch horrorterror from beyond the bounds of time whose main goal is to make people adore her in a way that ultimately destroys herself - the quintessential hedonist. )

Jemma Simmons|Agents of SHIELD|OTA

[technicallysmarter]

(ooc: definitely the calming one)

[g0ldenb0y]

[ooc: I think this'd be a fun scenario! In the comics, Josh could be very tempted to use his healing powers to kill people who hurt him or his friends. Maybe he's at a SHIELD center and Jemma needs to calm him down? Open to suggestions!]

[technicallysmarter]

(ooc: That actually sounds good to me! Let's give it a go!)

[g0ldenb0y]

[ooc: Okay, I'll start!]

Subject E. That's what the agents had called him when he was picked up by the SHIELD contingent. Josh Foley, formerly the X-Man known as Elixir, with Omega Level healing powers was found borderline catatonic in an abandoned track of the New York City Subway. Though his powers could heal, his bio-kinesis had some terrifying offensive qualities... hence why he was chained up with adamantium cuffs and chains after he lunged at the cautious agents of SHIELD. Josh said nothing at any point, normally golden skin a dark shadow of its golden self. Reports from The Xavier Institute would say his skin color reflected his mental state, and this showed he was gripping with severe rage and depression.

He still said nothing as he was wheeled in a strait-jacket, chained to a bed and brought before a 'specialist' to deal with him...

[technicallysmarter]

She'd known what to expect when she went in. They'd briefed her, told her what she was going to be facing, and Jemma Simmons had absolutely no idea why she of all people was being dubbed a specialist. She was a scientist, and not even of that sort. She was a biochemist and her place was in the lab, not dealing with people. Particularly not dangerous people.

Because she was kind, they'd told her. Because she was gentle and sweet and Jemma had wanted to rage that none of those things equipped her for dealing with this sort of thing. Still, they'd outfitted her with gloves so limit skin to skin contact and brought the man who was their prisoner into the room with her. And for all that she was terrified, Jemma's heart broke to see him.

Hands folded in front of her timidly, she looked at the chained man.

"Hello, Josh," she tried, voice gentle, as hesitant as her posture. She had no idea what to say, but trying not to be afraid seemed like as good a place to start as any.

Warsman | Kinnikuman | ota

[mouthbreathing]

[Could go either way! Warsman is very, very emotional and naturally empathetic. As the one being calmed, however, there's one particular scenario we could play with.

When triggered by specific traumatic circumstances, Warsman enters his Soul of Ice mode: a state in which he becomes a ruthless killing machine, bent on inflicting as much pain as possible on his opponents. He can, however, be brought out of it by one thing, and that's love and friendship because that's how 80s anime rolls. I'd love to play something out in which he's loved out of his Soul of Ice mode and slowly comes to his senses, becoming more gentle and emotional as things progress.]

[ardent_mantle]

[I'm not familiar with the series, but I'd be willing to try something with the whole Soul of Ice thing?]

Tig Trager || Sons of Anarchy || OTA

[termofendearment]

[ooc: moooore likely to be the one in need of calming. Because Tig.]

I'm under your spell apparently.

[doublefrick]

[Coming home to find Tig in her apartment wasn't that unusual, she’d given the man a key a few weeks ago when Jax had felt the need to assign her a guard since she now had ties to the club. So Tig came and went and Elliot didn't seem to mind it, even if she was slightly annoyed with the fact she was being watched over like a damn child. Yet, as she came through the door after a shift from hell she could already tell that the biker wasn't happy.

It was his stature not to mention the way he seemed to be looking around, as if he was waiting for somebody to appear so he could beat the living crap out of them. Closing the door and stepping out of her heels she tossed her things onto the couch and moved over toward him, slow and cautious since she knew he could easily lash out at her. Didn't matter if she was female or not.]

Tigger? You alright?

[The blond makes a move to reach out for him, though quickly thinks better of it and moves her hand to her blouse to work on the buttons. She wanted to get out of her work clothes and into something comfortable.]

BWAHAHA apparently. I'm so sorry

[termofendearment]

[His fists clench at his sides, jaw tensing rhythmically between heaves of his chest. He needs to move, he needs to ride, he needs to fucking hit something, he doesn't even know, all he knows is there's a pit of something black and violent churning in his guts, burning through his veins, unsettling him. Making him restless.

The guys are off dealing with the latest cartel-related bullshit, something big and dangerous, something that needs as many bodies as they can get, and he's stuck here, waiting for the blond doc to show up because they don't know if they've got eyes on her. They've got him on fucking babysitting duty. He could be helping, being useful, but he's here instead. Waiting. It works its way down his spine, crawls under his skin, and when she finally steps through the door he's about ready to backhand her just on principle. He's strung too tight, right to the breaking point, strung up by powerlessness and distance, and she moves closer, like that's going to help. His jaw tightens. Hands stay at his sides, fists tighten enough for nails to dig into his palms.

He starts pacing.]

Took you long enough.

You're lucky I enjoy you so much.....that didn't come out right...

[doublefrick]

[She's thankful when he beings to pace, though she had been ready to take a hit if he'd sent one her direction. In truth she'd had to wonder why Jax gave Tig of all people the duty to watch over her. Also, it wasn't like she asked for it either. Apparently though the gun that Gemma hadn't given her for protection wasn't enough.

Elliot isn't sure she can deal with the strung too tight biker at the moment, her first instinct to actually tell him to get his ass in gear and go be with the guys. That would just cause an argument between them and right now she didn't need Trager to blow his top completely, he was too close as it was.]

Next time I'll tell my patient to hurry up and keel over to make you happy.

[She sheds her blouse, not shy about showing any skin in front of the man. Blue eyes watch as he continues to pace and god is it annoying. A sigh and she moves to follow him, before reaching out to grab both his wrists tightly.

Elliot could be oddly strong when needed and right now it was needed. She wasn't going to crawl in some hole just because Tig was pissed.]

Shit, stop pacing!

heh. did it really though :P

[termofendearment]

Yeah. You do that. Or call somebody in to deal with him for you. Next time you take that long I'm just gonna drag you out myself.

[In the moment, he absolutely means it. Drag her out, throw her in the car, drive her home. The amount of patience he's capable of maintaining is limited, less when his mind's already somewhere else. Like he doesn't have enough on his plate already.

She reaches for him then, and somehow he missed the part where she started stripping down because the next thing he knows she's standing in front of him, delicate fingers wrapped around his wrists, tits in his face, or close enough. Frilly bra, like she had somebody to show off for, but the height difference between them gives him ample view of cleavage and the tops of her breasts and he's not really looking for it but it's hard to miss, standing here like this.

He moves to step forward but she's in the way, in his space, all it does is put her closer so he keeps moving. Walks until her back's to the wall, throws his arms out to bracket her shoulders. His gaze is hard, cold. A killer's.]

What else you want me to do, doc?

Sylvanas Windrunner | Warcraft | M/F

[forsaken_queen]

[Definitely the one in need of being calmed. Assumed CR welcome. Canon mates loved but not required.]

handwavey Barge CR?

[termofendearment]

[Things Tig never would have expected to have to deal with ever in the history of...ever: an enraged walking corpse that looks hell-bent on having a fucking tantrum, right here, right now. Alright, so things on-board might have been a little more insane than he'd come to anticipate as usual, so they were trapped in an eight by ten cell in a goddamn bilge on a ship that by all rights shouldn't exist, but if she didn't stop...fuming over it things weren't gonna get much better.]

Fuck, woman, you keep at it you're gonna burn a hole in the floor and then we're both gonna be more screwed than we already are.

[He's lounged on the cot, legs extended in front of him, arms crossed under his head as he watches her. His lips quirk up in a smirk that lingers somewhere between amused and unsettled, his own nerves buzzing under his skin with the tension coming off her. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't hot, her storming around the cell like a vengeance-fuelled hellbitch from one of those trashy movies that are a good 50% tit and ass shots and poorly-executed BDSM scenes, but it wasn't doing much for his own levels of agitation at the moment.]

forever and ever

[forsaken_queen]

[She's furious. Not because she's stuck in Zero. Zero was nothing. She'd be out in a handful of days. No, what was making her angry is they'd thrown her in a cell with Tig. The one who always looked at her, in that agitating way.

It was a look she had seen before. She wasn't a blushing virgin when she died. Not remotely. She'd been a very adventurous girl, and then a more picky adult, but she'd had lovers. She'd seen the same look directed at her by both those she'd been involved with, and those she never had. But things were different now. She was extremely different. And she could not reconcile that look to the truth that it was. Her denial of a reality that she was quite literally stuck with for several days was driving her mad. She paced like an angry tiger, trying to burn it off, but the problem persisted. He was still there.

When he speaks to her, she whips her head toward him, glaring with those ominous red eyes of hers, anger seething off of her.]

Do not presume to tell me what to do.

aww yeah

[termofendearment]

[All it gains in return is a shit-eating grin, all teeth and blatant amusement.]

Just trying to be helpful. You keep that up, sweetheart, tension like that, you're gonna blow, and it's not gonna be pretty. What's got you all worked up like that anyway? It's what. Three days? Maybe four? That's nothing.

[He's under the impression she hasn't caught on yet, but then that's only because he's only seen her pissed. Assumes it's a chronic condition, that this new rage is just an offshoot of whatever got her bent out of shape to begin with.

He knew he wasn't as subtle as he thought, he'd only be liable to push it further. See how far he could go. Stupid compulsion, he knows, but that doesn't make it any less of a reality.]

Jen Walters/She-Hulk - Marvel - OTA

[shulkattorney]

[ooc: More than likely the one in need of being calmed. She-Hulk smash!]

Yusuke Urameshi | Yu Yu Hakusho | open

[gunningfinger]

( definitely the one in need of calming )