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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[forsaken_queen]

[The have that in common, the linking of pain and pleasure. But her proclivities go a little further. His pulling her hair, controlling her head, is just a small example. She pulls against his hold just enough to show resistance, but not enough to break free, or loose any hair for that matter. She's responsive, but still fighting in little ways. The struggle is part of the turn on. If he can take, he can have.

Part of that is she won't give him any hints about the armor. It's not that hard to figure out really. It's all simple hook and eye catches and buckles. The truth is, 80% of her armor didn't even have to be removed for their specific purpose there, and the pieces he's focused on are actually the easiest to remove. Her chest piece is a simple hook catch at the front, lacing at the back. The lower piece were simple loop hooks as well, almost like what a bungee cord look like. Simple, easy to get on and off, but stable so not to just unfasten when she moves. He could figure those out.]

[termofendearment]

[It's another way she's different, another novelty. The usual ones don't fight back, don't resist, don't move at all, but he's not surprised she does, not considering how things have gone between them. She pulls and he pushes, retreats from lips to nip and kiss at her neck, work his way down to her collarbone as he slides fingers along the edge of the armor, starting at the top. Finds the clasps and springs them free, tugs things out of the way to replace with fingers, cupping, sliding his hand along the cooler skin. He normally likes when they're still, the passive resistance, but this is almost better, he thinks. It urges him towards rougher movements, nips almost sharp enough to draw blood, a hand tightened against mounded flesh to squeeze, his other tightening in her hair to pull her head back, exposing more of her throat.]