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Calm You Down Smut Meme

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.

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{Could go with either.}

[Who are you about to murder Damon? Or is Elena giving the death stare to someone?]

[Hey, I would LOVE to see Elena get all jelly over Damon.]

[Bitches need to lay off her man. And stop being all adorable and charming, Damon. ALSO I OWE YOU A STEFAN TAG. Take super jelly, murderous Elena to make up for my lateness.]

This was supposed to be a date night, but that stupid blonde at the bar who was halfway to drunk just couldn't keep her damn hands off Damon whenever he wandered over to get them drinks. Yeah, Elena knew he was hot, but he was also taken and happily so. Damon's days of screwing around with everyone ended when he and Elena had committed themselves to each other, exchanged "I love you"s, and the whole nine yards.

Still, these stupid girls had to try to get up on her boyfriend, and that was more than enough to leave Elena pouting murderously in their booth, staring daggers towards the blonde and becoming increasingly eager to rip into her throat. But she was a well-behaved vampire. Mostly.

Blondie's hand was wandering far too close to Damon's ass, which made the brunette shoot out of the booth suddenly and make a bee line straight towards the bar where the elder Salvatore was waiting for those shots. Her appearance was quick and she scooted right between Damon's posterior and the hand trying to get a grope. Elena's cute little butt nearly got it instead, which left the human at her back gasping and then sighing.

[He can't help it. Adorable and charming are in his genes. Ask everyone who should hate him. YES YOU DO. I AWAIT IT WITH EAGERLY OPEN HANDS. I'll just put this tag in my pocket and carry it around =)]

He'd noticed the flirting, but he hadn't been paying attention to it, much as he'd easily ignored the attentions of all eyes cast his way after he had gotten what he'd been working so hard for; Elena. Years of effort had finally culminated in her seeing him for the desirable piece of vampire candy he was and he was happily ensconced in his little romance and had eyes for no one else. Not that he didn't know he was being flirted with, but his responses were much more lukewarm as opposed to the come-hither hot they used to be.

He'd been about to grab the wrist that belonged to the hand that was getting far too close to his ass for comfort when Elena neatly posited herself between them. It was the look in her eye that let him know that Blondie would be very lucky to leave here in one piece. Excuse him for finding a little bit of amusement in that. It wasn't often Elena got jealous and it was a novelty that it was over him this time. So maybe he'd milk it just a little bit. Just a tad. A droplet. "Oh, hey there, honey. I was just telling, what was it again? Amber? Tiffany? Anyway, I was just telling her that no, I was not available to help her test out her new mattress this evening."

[Somewhere out there, Klaus is thinking about stabbing Damon with drink umbrellas again because he's just too adorable and charming. ~~WELL NOW YOU HAVE IT~~ Or had it. ;D ]

Elena's arm went around her boyfriend's midsection and she turned her head just enough to look at the other women when Damon started to talk. The look on the younger vampire's face was a mask of fake kindness with undertones of death. It wasn't like Damon didn't know exactly what that meant. Heightened emotions could be a bitch sometimes. Like drunk blondes.

"But...we can test out your mattress again," Elena replied pleasantly, turning her face back to Damon and looking up at him with those dark doe eyes of hers. "Like last night. And the night before...and the night before that...and..." She gave a giggle and heard blondie asking how the hell a little girl like Elena had gotten Damon. She wasn't really all that comfortable with anyone assuming that she basically didn't have what it took to be with her lover.

Slowly, Elena turned again and tapped the blonde on the shoulder to get her attention, meeting her eyes and holding that gaze with her vampire persuasion. "Why don't you apologize for being such a massive bitch? And maybe...bark."

[Klaus always wants to stab Damon with something. It's jealousy over Stefan. We all know it. That he's adorable and charming and gets away with shit Klaus doesn't is just icing on the cake.]

Damon laughed when the blonde opened her mouth to give Elena what was no doubt a 'scathing' retort ala Valley Girl style but was resigned to barking at her instead. His arm slid around Elena's waist and he pulled her in against him, mouth moving to her ear as he spread his hand over her stomach. "Now, now, play nice. Let the little bitch go back to her corner with her tail between her legs. You and I both know where I'm winding up tonight."

He punctuated that with a kiss to the curve of her neck, not able to make the smile on his face quite leave yet.

[This is 100% true. All of it.]

The urge to make the girl bark was a sure sign that Damon had been rubbing off on Elena ever since they'd started dating and got as close as two people possibly could be. She wasn't sure if this was good or bad, but Elena was pleased as punch hearing the blonde acting like a dog and knowing that a few heads in the bar turned because of it. But then Damon was pulling her in close and Elena stopped caring about anything else.

Brown eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure of her lover's touch and her lips parted in a soft breath. Immediately, her body was giving in to his, even if he'd barely done anything yet. That was going to change very soon, Elena figured, thinking one of them was going to be dragging the other out of this bar within five minutes.

It'd probably be her.

"You didn't order those drinks yet, did you," she asked in a murmur, savoring the feel of his lips against her throat. "'Cause maybe we should just...leave... We still have a few hours left of our date night."

His mouth was at her ear, tongue licking over the edge of it before he nipped the lobe. "Not yet. I'd be okay with changing our date itinerary." The blonde had gotten the picture and was moving off, which was probably the only think that would keep her alive in the next few moments. Damon, meanwhile, was doing his best to distract Elena and change the topic of conversation from potential homicide to potential sex.

Not that they couldn't do both, but not with some bit of fluff from their home town. You don't piss in your own pond, after all. "A few hours? Mm, that's barely enough time for foreplay." His other hand moved to her hip, pulling her back a bit to show her that his interest was very much on her and the topic they were discussing.

It was so easy to give into Damon and just let him do whatever he wanted. She had a weakness to the older vampire and right now he was definitely taking advantage of it--she was no longer thinking about the blonde or anything else, but going somewhere to get naked with the guy she loved. Damn vampire libido, which wasn't working well with the few drinks they'd been having earlier. There was already a familiar tingle of want between her thighs that only got worse when Damon grabbed for her hip and pulled her back, allowing her ass to rub along his denim-covered groin.

"You're right, but you're not doing anything tomorrow...I'm not doing anything tomorrow," she paused, "unless it's the two of us doing each other." Elena smirked and started to move her hips, sliding her ass firmly over him in little circles that caused the fabric of her dress to ride up just a bit. The fact they were in public wasn't even a problem. At least not yet. Let her get in a little bit of teasing first.

"I'm not? Well, look at that. My schedule just cleared for the next week. I guess I'll have to take advantage of that." His breath came out a little harder when he felt her rub intentionally against him, eyes shutting for a moment before he turned her around, keeping her close because close was very, very good right now. "I think we should probably get started with that, unless you feel like giving your neighbors a show." Not that Damon would actually follow through with that. He was the only one that got to see her naked or in the throes of ecstasy that he put her in. He was selfish and didn't want to share that with anyone.

Elena only gave a pleased laugh in return, staring into those pretty blue eyes of his when she was suddenly turned around, bodies still pressed together. Her hands slid down along his chest slowly, then around to his back. It was easy to find the curve of his ass and grope with both hands, holding on tight while she wore a teasing smirk. "Mmhmm. But are you going to be able to wait long enough on the drive back?" She paused, licking her lips. "Or do I have to keep you occupied?"

"That's what roadsides were made for. Pulling over onto so that waiting isn't necessary." He felt himself respond to her, body already hard and wanting. His hand lifted to play with her hair, his eyes skimming over her face. "What do you say we blow this joint and we see how many times we have to use that little convenience?"

"I'm gonna believe you on that because that sounds totally factual and completely--" She took a shaky, sudden breath, feeling all that tension in the air and the shared need to rip each others' clothes off. Elena was pretty sure they were practically eye fucking each other standing in the middle of the bar. Yup, they definitely needed to get out of here right now.

"I say...why aren't we gone yet?" With that, she took her boyfriend's hand and then pulled him along to the door and out onto the street in the humid night air. She was glad the Camaro was literally parked right there. It was just a matter of Damon unlocking it--she had plans once they got on the road.

It didn't take long to unlock and open the door for her, helping her in and stealing a kiss as he did before he was at his side and sliding in to start the engine. Backing up and turning the wheel to head them towards the boarding house, his eyes slid sideways towards her, wondering what that smile indicated. "I have to admit, I kind of like it when you get all Glenn Close on me. Nothing says I love you like a few dead potential rivals scattered around."

Tucked safely into his convertible and heading back to the house, Elena had kept her eyes pretty well trained on Damon--he was infinitely more interesting than anything else. She even smiled at his words. "I have to mark my territory. Women can be ruthless, especially half-drunk blondes," Elena teased.

After a moment, she was undoing her seatbelt and slowly, she leaned in towards the other vampire, the look on her face absolutely hungry. A hand wandered down and found the apex of his legs, cupping his groin and giving a bit of a squeeze. Feeling his hardness behind the dark denim only made her want him more and once again her cunt was clenching in need.

"If you need to pull over, I would do it now." Because Elena didn't waste any time in opening up his jeans and working his cock free of the fabric.

They'd barely made it out of town when she decided she wanted to play now. Not that he was complaining. He never would. He could feel her hand over him, squeezing and making him harder still, need building up as quickly as hunger in him and he started to pull the car to the side. He could smell her, smell her arousal and the way she was already wet and he wished the car would move with the same speed of its driver.

She had him out before he'd turned the ignition off, but his hand was quick to move into her hair, his head turning to find her mouth with his own in a heated kiss. "I'll happily wear a 'property of Elena Gilbert' shirt whenever we go out. Or maybe we could bedazzle that on the butt of my jeans." Since that's where the blonde seemed to be interested in groping.

She was grinning as he was parking the Camaro on the side of the road and then moving in to crash his lips into hers. Elena moaned immediately in reply, returning the eager action, letting her tongue slide out to meet his and slide into the warm cavern of his mouth. It didn't last long since Damon decided to talk, but the words were mumbled against her eager lips, her teeth nibbling at his skin.

She didn't lose her focus on the hard length between his thighs. With mouths moving, Elena stroked her hand along his dick in slow, firm motions, knowing she'd quickly gotten him to full arousal. For Elena, she just continued to get wetter and the thin material of her panties stuck to her folds beneath her dress. Sadly, there just wasn't enough room to spread out and strip, but she'd work with what she got.

"Maybe I'll get you a tattoo for Christmas. Show you're mine," the girl replied, biting into her bottom lip for a moment as her hand was moving faster...and then coming to a stop at the base of his cock. "But right now, I'm just gonna have to settle for this..."

It was a squeeze, but Elena leaned over the central console of the Camaro and lowered her head down into his lap, between his stomach at the steering wheel. Her ass was left up in the air in this position to give Damon his own access to things he wanted while she was wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock and giving a hungry, wet suck.

Elena's need was palpable and he licked his lips as she stroked him, head falling back for a brief moment to let out a groan when she took him into her mouth. He loved her mouth. Well, he loved all of her, every square inch, but right now in this very moment, he loved her mouth best.

His hand slid along her back, fingers grabbing at the dress to pull it up, move it so the edge was rucked up to bare her ass. He could smell her still, almost taste how wet she was and he slid a hand under her underwear to grab a handful of pert, round, young vampire ass. He squeezed, fingers gripping her before his hand slid lower still, tickling at her slit and skimming over it until he found where her clit was. Then he just teased around the area, circling it, toying with everything but as her mouth consumed him.

As she worked lips and tongue over her lover's cock, she could feel his cool hand along her skin, pulling the hem of her dress out of the way to tease at what was underneath. Black lace was bypassed in favor of groping the curve of her ass, making Elena moan in want around the girth in her mouth.

Beginning to slowly bob her head, she pushed back into that familiar wandering hand, and in spite of the fact he was obviously trying to tease her and draw this whole thing out, Elena still earned pleasure from it, folds getting even more wet from his ministrations. Well, it wasn't just that, because if she was going to admit it, she loved pleasuring Damon. He always repaid the favor one-hundred-percent, in one way or another. She wasn't really picky about the 'how'.

The brunette's head kept moving over him and she slowly took in more and more, working against what had once been a strong gag reflex to swallow every inch of her immortal lover--even if it was a little bit uncomfortable . She kept Damon there for a moment, throat tight and wet and warm around the penetration, but soon she pulled up and sat back, leaving his cock wet with her saliva.

"So, how long until you bend me over the hood," Elena asked with a devious little smile--something she'd probably learned from him. "Or are you just gonna keep teasing me until you cum?" It was a possibility. Damon enjoyed teasing her, getting her worked up into a frenzy.

Elena had taken to being a vampire with a sort of vigor he adored, and that included getting him to show her all the things that vampires could do during sex. And all the things he liked. It was like she'd memorized them -- though he'd done the same to her, filing away each gasp and sigh so he could go back to doing what had caused them in the first place after he'd fully explored her.

He felt the coolness of air against wet skin when she pulled off and looked at him and he returned that smile with one of his own. Leaning in, he stole a kiss, blunt teeth nipping at her lip as he flicked his finger over her clit. "I didn't know you were in a rush. I figured you'd just keep me on edge until we got home, but hey... if you want to take the edge off now, I'm game."

She stared into his eyes with affection and returned the kiss he gave to her so easily, moaning with the little nibbles he playfully gave to her. Elena felt his finger over her swollen clit and she sighed with the sudden attention that was there and gone in an instant. "'m not in a rush," the brunette murmured, pushing her lips into her boyfriend's for another kiss. She was too preoccupied by sucking on his tongue and biting at his lips to answer anything else...and then she realized she'd basically left him hanging without a clear yes or no.

"Mmm, okay. I'm just...saying. We're vampires, which means--you and I both know very well--stamina. Which means, we take the edge off now, more time for foreplay at home." Elena batted long lashes at him like he needed convincing. He never did when it came to her and sex. "I'll keep you on edge later. We have eternity."

He liked to hear that from her. An eternity. An eternity loving her. He could do that. He'd loved Katherine for a hundred and forty-five years and she'd treated him like a dog. He could love Elena for an eternity, worship her, give her everything she wanted...

And if that meant an orgasm now, he was more than happy to comply. His finger moved back over her clit before it slid back a bit. Just enough that he could slide it into her, feel that heat, that wetness around him as he bit at her lip. "I really do love the way you think."

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Calm You Down Smut Meme

Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | OTA

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