#Elijah mikealson x reader

[spicy30]

Some of y’all don’t understand the rule for vampires. Once you let a vampire in, THAT’S IT. You can’t retract your invitation. It’s a one and done deal. 😭 They never have to ask to be let in again. They can just come on in WHENEVER they want. Pls y’all 💔

[yourmum8609]

girls will look at a man and say “he’s just misunderstood” as he murders people

[1-800-local-slut]

Elijah loves to fuck.

It’s a little bit scary because he’s one of those guys who you would expect it from but the real deal is way crazier. He’s the type to hold you in place while he kisses you down your neck and make sure you were literally shaking.

You’d think it would be Klaus who’s insatiable (and he definitely is) but Klaus is like that because he just randomly wants to fuck you. Elijah gets turned on like magic.

You can take off your coat, just a little bit slow with your hair wrapped around your shoulder and your neck is visible, and now you’re in missionary. You’re bouncing up and down, and Elijah’s gripping the sheets next to your head. He’s staring deeply into your soul as he thrusts into you hard. Like he wants to break your pussy or something. And he might be trying too, you never know with him.

He’s talking to you, but quite a bit to himself, about how good you feel. About how cute you are, about how you should know better than to get him turned on in the middle of the day, about how it’s okay because your so pretty that he just HAS to forgive you. And when you try to squeeze out a sentence of rebuttal his big strong hands grab your warm face and he plants a kiss to your lips that has you wriggling under him and hoping this lasts forever.

In his mind, it’s your fault that you both spend so much time in bed. That he can’t stop grabbing your breast (he hates whenever you call them tits if you must refer to them in a way like that then he’ll accept boobs) and he can’t stop putting them in his mouth and making you melt. You look so good and you take such good care of him and the people he cares about that he just has to reward you for that.

How can he stop himself? When he wakes up horny, and has to go through the day stuffed in his suit. Then he sees you preparing to make breakfast for him in the kitchen. With that ass he adores and those breast he just can’t get enough of. His favorite handfuls. Your braids that you insisted had to be waist length are pulled into a pony tail that frames your face perfectly with two curled strands cupping your soft face. And you’re probably wearing a sun dress to combat the NOLA summer sun. He can’t help but want to take you in the kitchen.

But Elijah is a gentleman so settles for hugging you from behind and letting his hands roam up and down while whispering enticements in your ear.

“Why don’t you just come up to bed?”

“Elijah it’s 9:30 in the morning, I’m far from tired”

“Why don’t you come up to bed and let me reward you for looking so good?”

And it always works. The combination of him touching you like that and kissing your neck and whispering in your ear? Oh yeah. Draws dropped.

Now you’re back in bed in your room which was still messy from the night before when you came home from dinner and he put you up against your bedroom door.

Your dress was still on the chair from where he tossed it off you.

And he’s slowly peeling your dress off your body, while you rip off the buttons of his shirt with a tenderness. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you, and he might do that. But when he slips his hand into your underwear and feels how warm and wet you are it’s ridiculous. He has no time to do anything else he has to fuck you and he has to do it now.

After all this time, you still seemed a little embarrassed at how wet you were but the other thing Elijah loves is that you’re a grown woman who also likes to fuck.

It’s why you both work so well.

And he’s already gotten you started. He knows it, because he knew the second he started feeling the soft warmth of your stomach and he felt your heart rate speed up he knew it. Elijah Mikaelson doesn’t just lay with any woman. You had to be a freak on some level but he lucked out with you.

You’ve unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and you won’t stop kissing him. It’s like he’s hypnotized you (which he would never do, to Elijah your word is basically law) and you’re fully giving him power. Your hands fumble with his belt buckle and you make sure you run your hand over his erection a few times. He feels you smiling into his kisses as he jumps his hips into your hand.

The way you whimper when he picks you up and places you on your back on your shared mattress, he gets a smell of your perfume and can’t help the growl that escapes him. Then he’s holding you by your face as he demeans you just a bit for wanting him so bad.

“What would you do without me? There’d be no one to take care of you and we couldn’t have that could we?” Then he’s going to nibble you on your neck.

He decides, to hell with your dress. He could just rip it but he does like this dress on you and doesn’t feel like going to the store for a new one. He doesn’t want to take his hands off you. He doesn’t want to back away long enough to take off your dress. He pulls down the top to free your breast, stunned by their beauty like always. You had tan lines, one part of your skin a lighter brown than the rest. The area around your breast covered by your bikini more specifically when you two head out into the sun for a swim.

Your underwear he didn’t mind ripping off and you were trying your best to get as much of his shirt off as possible. One of you needed to be sensible though. So you pushed him off for just a moment and looked up at him while you tore off his belt. He was standing over you at the edge of the bed while you were on your knees still on the bed.

You wanted it so bad it made him laugh. You were looking at him with those big brown eyes and you were breathing heavily. He ran his hands over your braids, and couldn’t help but bite his lip when he imagined what he was about to do to you.

You yanked his pants down, and then his boxers. All seven and a half inches of him sprung out at you and you, ever eager, gave him a long lick. Elijah shuddered, it was like you just sent an electric shock up him. Good god you were something. But Elijah didn’t have the time for all that, because of course Elijah has to do something with his days. Like cleaning up after his siblings. He could always get a blowjob later. Maybe he’d give you some too. Who was he kidding? Elijah loved giving head like it was no one’s business. But I’ll write about that later.

Did I mention that he loves being on top of you? In the sense that he has to be on top of you intimately. Squished on top of you, while he fucks you and you cream all over him.

He slides into you and can’t help the groan that escapes him. His head rolls back on instinct, and you shudder entirely.

He starts moving, rocking his hips into yours the way you like. Warm and wet, and tight with your back arching slightly. He presses his chest down against yours with his shirt open and his suit jacket stuck against his sweaty skin. The bed starts rocking as he picks up the pace and pulls your head to look him in his eyes.

It’s your weak point naturally. Elijah knows he’s handsome that’s why he keeping looking at you like that. He knows you can’t handle staring him in the face like that, and that it makes you want to act all types of crazy when he’s inside of you.

He likes asking you questions while he pounds into you. He does it hard but in a way that doesn’t make you feel like he hates you.

“Tell me how you feel.” You know things along that line.

And when he gets close to cumming, you can see the veins under his eyes start to push to the surface. His breathing gets heavier, but the effect he has on you is so much worse. He doesn’t even know but the way he has you folded on your back, begging him to cum inside of you speaks volumes when you were usually such a composed woman. But Elijah usually wouldn’t be muttering nonsense about putting a baby in you (especially when you both know it isn’t possible) so it works.

He likes when you both cum at the same time. He likes squeezing your breast tenderly, with the right amount of aggression to turn you on. He’s in your head, filling your brain with filthy images. He’s talking you through it, and then you’re both cumming. Elijah cups your face and tosses his head back (partially because his instinct is to bite you and he doesn’t want to scare you by biting you with no warning) and you’re letting out moans that Elijah wants to die hearing.

Elijah loves to fuck. He loves the soft tender feeling of squishing you, and feeling you grind up against him. He’s loves spanking you when you act out (brat tamer Elijah is coming soon trust) of line. He loves squeezing your neck just slightly. He loves when you pull out your variety of freaky tricks and when you let him have full control over your body. He’s loves you above all else. And fucking your brains out is one of his favorite ways to show it.

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You guys can’t stop me, I’m on a roll

Guys Elijah has literally possessed me and I’m very much happy about it. I will not stop writing about Elijah I don’t even care if this is bad I just needed people to see my thoughts about him. He’s been my man since I was ten.

Anyways I don’t really know what this is either, I was scrolling through tumblr and randomly saw some porn so now you guys get to read this. Love you all and thanks for reading 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

[lillyrob]

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

[blac-ivy]

Every time I see a twilight or tvd long x reader fic I get excited and then the name is like

" the other Swan"

" the forgotten Gilbert"

" the secret Mikaelson"

take your ass back to Wattpad because that shit is LAZY.

No adoption mentioned either, which could create such a nice explanation and allow us POC readers to feel like we're not immediately excluded.

And the lack of racial/ethnic diversity, where is your imagination? You could literally craft an entire plot about how your mc has come to be involved with these characters and that's what you go with?

And the mc doesn't have to somehow be more powerful than every other powerful character like, they can just be strong and powerful enough to hold their own y'know?

[ixcgm]

Back to December - Elijah Mikaelson

New Orleans — early 19th century

The streets of New Orleans were alive with the sounds of laughter and music, but Evelyn Sinclair felt as though she were walking through a fog. The vibrant colors of the evening masquerade blurred together as she navigated the crowded ballroom, her heart heavy with fear and shame. She was a daughter of wealth and privilege, yet here she was, hiding the truth of her situation beneath layers of silk and lace.Just weeks earlier, her life had been shattered by an unspeakable act—a violent assault that left her pregnant and alone. Her father’s response was cold and calculated; he had sought to protect his name rather than his daughter. Forced to marry a stranger to cover her disgrace, she felt like a pawn in a game she didn’t want to play.It was in this state of despair that she first met Elijah Mikaelson. The moment their eyes locked across the ballroom, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirred within her. He was tall and striking, with an elegance that drew the gaze of everyone in the room. But it was not his appearance that caught her attention; it was the kindness in his eyes. “Evelyn,” he approached her, his voice soft yet commanding. “May I have this dance?” She hesitated, the knot in her stomach tightening. But there was something reassuring about his presence, and despite her fears, she nodded. As they danced, he spoke to her in gentle tones, asking about her interests, her life—anything but the dark shadow that loomed over her. It was a brief respite from her reality, and for a moment, she allowed herself to forget. But the moment was fleeting. As the night wore on and the laughter echoed around her, the truth crashed back down like a tidal wave. She felt the weight of her secret pressing down, suffocating her. When she fled the ballroom, Elijah followed her, concern etched on his handsome features. “Evelyn! Wait!” he called, catching up to her in the dimly lit hallway. “What troubles you?” She turned to him, tears brimming in her eyes. “I cannot do this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I cannot pretend to be happy when I am so... broken. ”Elijah’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his gaze searching hers. “You are not broken. You are strong, and you deserve to be treated with kindness, not scorn. Let me help you.”The sincerity in his voice made her heartache. And at that moment she realized that perhaps he was the only one who truly understood her pain. Without thinking, she reached for his hand, finding solace in his warm grip. The days that followed their whirlwind marriage were filled with uncertainty. Evelyn found herself in a grand yet unfamiliar home, surrounded by lavish décor and reminders of her new life. Elijah was patient, offering her a sense of security she had long since lost. He tended to her needs, ensuring she was comfortable and cared for, but the weight of their circumstances hung heavily between them. Evelyn struggled with her feelings—both toward him and the child growing within her. Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from gratitude to despair, and she often found herself withdrawing from him, fearing she would never be the wife he deserved.

One evening, as they sat together in their drawing room, Elijah spoke gently. “Evelyn, I know this is overwhelming. But we can face this together.” She met his gaze, tears filling her eyes. “I don’t know how to be a mother. I never wanted this life.”Elijah reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You don’t have to know everything right now. Just take it one day at a time. I’m here for you, and I promise to help you every step of the way.” That night, the weight of her uncertainties settled over her as they prepared for bed. The room was dimly lit by candlelight, shadows dancing on the walls. Evelyn lay on the bed, her heart racing as she felt the impending weight of their wedding night. Elijah entered the room, his presence both comforting and intimidating. She knew this was a part of their union, but the thought of intimacy filled her with dread. It was a night meant to symbolize their love, yet her mind swirled with reminders of her past trauma. Elijah approached her slowly as if sensing her anxiety. He sat beside her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Evelyn, you’re safe with me,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “We don’t have to rush into anything you’re not ready for.” As he spoke, she felt the tension in her body start to ease, but fear still gripped her. The intimacy she once craved now felt suffocating. When he leaned in to kiss her, she allowed it, but her mind was far away, trapped in memories she couldn’t escape. When he moved to lay beside her, she stiffened, her breath hitching in her throat. She could feel him hovering, sensing her hesitation. But he didn’t push her; he waited. “Evelyn,” he whispered, his forehead resting against hers. “If you’re not comfortable, please tell me.” She fought against her instincts, wanting to give him what he desired. “I’m fine,” she said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. But as he moved closer, as he pressed his lips against hers, she felt herself retreating into her mind. She lay there, still and silent, as Elijah took his time, guiding her gently. She wanted to feel something—anything—but all she could manage was to lay there, letting it happen. As Elijah continued, he noticed her discomfort. “Evelyn?” he said softly, pausing his movements. “Are you okay?” His voice pulled her back, and she realized she was trembling, tears slipping from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I can’t—I don’t want to disappoint you.” Elijah immediately halted, concern flooding his features. He pulled back, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “You could never disappoint me. I don’t want you to feel this way. You’re my wife, and I care for you deeply.” Evelyn turned away, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She lay in silence, the weight of her shame pressing down on her.

Days turned into weeks, and while the initial struggles of their marriage were overwhelming, Elijah remained steadfast by her side. He continued to support her, encouraging her to open up about her feelings. One night, as they sat together in the garden, Evelyn felt the tension begin to ease. The stars sparkled overhead, and for the first time since their marriage, she found herself smiling at the warmth of Elijah's presence. “Evelyn,” he said, taking her hand in his, “we will navigate this together. You are stronger than you know.” Her heart swelled with gratitude as she looked into his eyes. She felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe, she could find her way through the darkness with him by her side.And in that moment, Evelyn realized that she didn’t have to be alone. She had a partner—one who believed in her, one who would fight for her, and one who could help her rediscover the woman she thought she had lost forever.

Present day - Mystic Falls

Mikael is not a man who speaks with kindness, but he is observant. He has always been able to smell weakness and use it against others. When he approaches Evelyn, he does so with the air of a predator cornering fragile prey." You do not belong in this family," he tells her, his voice measured, sharp. "You know that as well as I do. My son treats you like a ghost, and my daughter treats you like a nuisance. Even Elijah—he pities you, does he not?"His words cut deep, but Evelyn remains silent, her hands clasped together, trembling. "You are wasting your loyalty on a family that does not care for you," Mikael continues. "Klaus took your husband from you. I can give him back. Help me, and you will be free of the bastard who has stolen everything from you. "Evelyn wants to refuse. She wants to say that Elijah will wake and that she will wait for him. But Mikael sees the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. He sees something else too—fear not just of him, but of something deeper.Evelyn is terrified of him. But not in the way others fear Mikael for his power. She does not flinch when he raises his voice or threatens Klaus. No—she freezes when he stands too close. When his voice drops to a certain tone. When he moves too suddenly.Mikael has seen this fear before.

It reminds him of Freya.

The realization is slow, but it clicks into place when Evelyn, overwhelmed by his presence, stumbles back, her breathing uneven. He watches as her hands shake, her eyes darting wildly as if she is trapped. It is not the fear of battle or pain. It is the fear of being powerless.Mikael is a monster, but he is not blind. "Who?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous. "Who did this to you?" Evelyn gasps, her breath caught in her throat, shaking her head violently.Mikael is not a gentle man. He is a cruel father, a terrible husband, and a vengeful hunter. But the idea of someone violating what is his—of taking from a woman fills him with a cold, bitter rage. Evelyn does not answer. She does not have to.Mikael is disgusted. Not at Evelyn, but at what was done to her.And then, he sees it—how Klaus and Rebekah treat her. How they sneer, dismiss her, speak down to her without care or thought. They do not know. They have not paid attention. That disgusts Mikael even more. Despite everything, she refuses.

She is afraid of Klaus, but she will not betray Elijah. When she gathers the strength to speak, her voice is small but firm. "I will not help you."Mikael narrows his eyes, angered. But he does not lash out at her as he would at Klaus or Rebekah. "Then you are a fool," he says coldly. "And you will suffer for it."With that, he leaves.Evelyn is left shaken, her heart pounding, but she does not regret her choice.She will wait for Elijah.She always does.

[wholoveseggs]

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{Kol Mikaelson x Klaus Mikaelson x Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader} Request {Anon}: hiii omg im so ready for ur kinktober!! i wanted to request a poly mikaelson fic w overstim n maybe praise n daddy kink. maybe like theyre all hunting or something and come across r who is a princess away from the castle and is like she’ll do anything to stay alive or something n then maybe gets fucked by the mikaelsons 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ sort of like how lucien was found, but not? hahahaha

~ Hiii sweet anon, unfortunately I totally forgot about the princess aspect of your request... but you are certainly their princess in spirit??? I hope you like it! ~

1.5k words - Kinks: praise kink, overstim, daddy kink, foursome...

To be theirs, was to be loved, and you knew that well enough. You'd been with them for centuries, and though at times, they'd be the death of you, they'd be your saviors just as often.

Tonight, you needed them, your body humming with a desire that you weren't sure you'd be able to satisfy on your own. So, you called out to all three of them, wondering who would arrive first, knowing full well, that they would all come running.

The first to arrive was Elijah, and you didn't bother to get up from the bed when he did. He smiled, taking in the sight of your naked, quivering form, and his clothes were off before you'd even managed to greet him. You let out a small gasp as his skin met yours, his hands roaming every inch of your body, his lips soon following.

Kol was the next, already undressed before he entered the room and you giggled a little at his eagerness. He didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed and kiss you, his tongue invading your mouth as Elijah kissed down your chest and stomach, his hands running along your thighs.

Klaus was the last to join, visibly annoyed that everyone got started without him. You looked over to him, batting your eyelashes innocently, and he softened, stripping his clothes and climbing into bed, his hand tangling in your hair as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You'd been with them long enough that you didn't have to say anything, and they each knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Their touches were gentle, and their mouths left goosebumps wherever they traveled.

Since Elijah was first to arrive, he was first to be inside of you, and he took his time, his cock pressing slowly into you until you were filled to the brim. Kol's mouth was on your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipple between them, while Klaus kissed along your neck and jaw.

"Such a good girl," Klaus cooed in your ear, positioning his cock near your lips.

You moaned softly, opening your mouth and letting him slide inside. It was hard not to smile around his length, his taste familiar and comforting. Elijah's pace had already quickened, his breath shaky, as his thrusts pushed you further onto Klaus.

"So gorgeous," Kol mumbled against your chest, "Our beautiful girl."

Your moans were muffled by Klaus's cock, and you could tell by the way his hand clenched around the base of your neck that he was enjoying it.

Kol reached down between you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, and you pulled away from Klaus and moaned, his cock twitching at the sudden absence of your mouth.

"Please," You whimpered, looking up at Elijah.

He shook his head and smiled, keeping a steady pace, not quite giving you the satisfaction that you sought. You let out a frustrated moan, and he chuckled.

"Try again," he whispered.

You pouted, your cheeks becoming warm, you knew the magic word that would have him doing anything you wanted.

"Please, daddy," you said breathlessly, and the effect was immediate, his hips stuttering, his eyes falling shut, and his grip tightening on your thighs.

"Oh, fuck," Kol murmured, "I think she broke him."

You giggled, looking up at Elijah and raising your eyebrows, knowing exactly what the effect that one word had on him. His eyes opened, and he looked down at you, smiling softly before his expression changed, his eyes darkening.

His hips moved faster, his thrusts rougher, and the pressure that was building inside of you grew, a tingling sensation running through you. Kol's thumb still teased your clit, and you could barely catch your breath between the moans that escaped you.

Klaus's cock was back in your mouth, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that matched Elijah's. The three of them had worked out a system, a perfect dance, and you couldn't help but feel so overwhelmed by the pleasure they brought you.

They could tell you were overwhelmed, your legs shaking and your eyes welling with tears, and they slowed down, their touches lighter, their voices soft.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Klaus asked, and you nodded.

"Too much," you mumbled.

"Nooo," they all said at once, and you laughed.

"You can do it, baby, I know you can." Kol insisted, and the others nodded in agreement.

Elijah's hips began to move again, this time at a slower pace, and his fingers tangled in your hair, gently guiding your mouth back to Klaus's cock.

"There we go, such a good girl." Klaus praised, and you whined, his words pushing you closer to the edge.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and teary, and he smiled softly. His hands cupped your face, wiping away the tears that spilled over.

"So fucking beautiful," He mumbled, "And all ours."

"Ours," Elijah and Kol agreed, and the way their voices seemed to surround you was intoxicating.

Elijah groaned, his pace faltering slightly before he buried himself inside of you, and you moaned, the sensation of his release bringing you closer to yours.

You loved watching them come undone, the way their expressions changed and the sounds that they made, the way their hands reached for you, pulling you closer. It was all so beautiful, and you wished you could freeze time, and live in this moment forever.

You watched as Elijah pulled away, sitting back on his heels, his eyes taking in the sight of you. You didn't have much time to admire him before Kol took his place, pulling you like a ragdoll into his lap. You gasped at the feeling of his length easing into you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, and you moaned, burying your face in his shoulder.

"Our sweet little love," Kol hummed, and you couldn't stop the whimper that left you, "Such a good girl."

The feeling of him inside you, combined with his words, pushed you over the edge, and he grinned. Your body shaking in his arms as you cried out his name.

"So good, sweetheart," Kol groaned, his hand caressing your back, "Just one more, yeah? Can you do that for me, darling?"

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath, and he smiled, pulling you closer.

"Use your words, we can't have you passing out on us," Elijah said, and you giggled, they had accidentally done that to you in the past by pushing you too far, and they didn't want that happening again.

"I'll be okay, daddy," You said, looking over at him and giving him a smile, "I want more."

Kol laid back on the bed, his hands still holding your hips as he thrust upwards into you. You let out a groan, the knot in your stomach growing, and your moans became louder and more frequent.

"That's our girl," Kol cooed, his eyes watching the expressions of pleasure cross your face.

"So pretty," Klaus added, he stood on the bed beside you, his cock back in your mouth.

It was becoming too much, and you could feel tears welling in your eyes. You looked up at Klaus, blinking back the tears and trying to convey what you wanted, and he smiled down at you.

"Let go, darling," He said, his thumb caressing your cheek, "We're right here."

The moment you were given permission, you felt yourself fall apart, the knot snapping, your legs shaking as Kol continued to fuck you, pushing you further into oblivion. Elijah's hand ran gently over your back, whispering soft praises, and the feeling of his lips on your skin was grounding.

Klaus's cock twitched in your mouth, and you looked up at him, smiling innocently as you watched him come undone. You swallowed down his release, enjoying the way his head fell back, his hands clenching in your hair.

"Fucking gorgeous," Klaus breathed, letting go of you and laying down on the bed, breathing heavily.

Kol was next, and you could feel him throbbing inside of you, his thrusts sloppy, his grunts turning to moans.

"Fuckkkk," he groaned, his cum spilling inside of you.

Your body was limp, and if it weren't for Elijah, who was behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, you'd have fallen forward onto Kol.

"We've got you, my love," Elijah whispered, kissing your neck, "Are you alright?"

"Mmhmm," you managed, your eyelids growing heavy.

Elijah lifted you off of Kol, pulling you on top of him, you rested your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, your body still trembling. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

Klaus and Kol moved in, one on either side, each of them placing a hand on your back, a reassuring weight.

"Did you get what you needed, darling?" Klaus asked, and you hummed a quiet affirmation.

Sleep soon came, and the four of you laid together, the silence broken only by the sound of soft snores. To be shared by the three of them was bliss, and there was nothing more satisfying than to be theirs, and for them to be yours.

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[theeoriginals]

hello hello!! happy holidays 💗 so this may be long and I apologise in advance. I was wondering if you could do something where there’s a dinner at Jenna’s house with Elijah who Jenna still thinks is a historian. Jenna invites her friend who also does history stuff and when she shows up she recognises Elijah bc they had brief sexy times for a few weeks when he was at snooping around the university she teaches at in another town sometimes, and the dinner is hilariously awkward with Elena, Stefan, Damon, etc. bc Jenna’s friend tells them Damon slept with Elijah and Damon is a menace. Also she knows when they first met that Elijah isn’t Elijah Smith bc she knows about vampire history and stuff. I know this is so crazy long but I live through your writing bc I can’t write myself!! Thank you thank you thank you

mutual interests | elijah mikaelson

pairing: elijah mikaelson x f!reader (no y/n) (reader has a nickname!)

author’s note: this is such a funny concept but I fear I didn’t execute it well enough… enjoy

warnings: tension between elijah & reader, elijah is Suffering, jenna is so so oblivious, alaric is so confused, this is mostly just fluff and ridiculousness. reader is a mastermind lowkey. there's like... slight tension between damon and reader, but it's more so in a 'I know what you are' kind of way and they are both kinda menaces to elijah! steamy moments are shared but nothing explicit. referenced past moments of adult activities, technically the brief mention of a professor/student relationship but it’s simply not that deep because everyone’s legal and we have fun here. also this is a universe where everyone kind of gets along because i do what i want

Jenna’s a really good friend, is the thing. It’s been years since they first met, and they don’t see one another as often as they used to since Jenna’s getting her Masters degree and raising her niece and nephew. She’s busy enough as is, and even though Jenna would say she can still have a life, she certainly doesn’t feel like she can when all of her hard work is so close to paying off.

She knows she can be a neglectful friend at times, and she’s certainly lost what could’ve been great friendships, and great relationships due to her inability to make time for people, but Jenna has always understood her priorities. Jenna is just great like that.

So when Jenna urges her to come down to Mystic Falls during the last spring break she’ll ever have should her thesis defense go well, both of them are somewhat surprised when she says yes. They don’t bother pretending that it’s not a shock, but they recover quickly and solidify the plans within 10 minutes.

Ten days later, she happily makes the 2 hour drive to Mystic Falls and pulls up to the curb outside of the address Jenna had texted her, a million little things on her mind. She leaves her things in the car, spare for her keys and phone, because the other cars in the driveway signal that some of the guests have already arrived and she doesn’t want to awkwardly lug in her duffle bag or her computer bag with her entire school career on it through a room full of people who don’t know her.

When Jenna had first told her that this first night would unfortunately be spent with a handful of strangers (to her, at least), she’d somewhat regretted her decision to come down, but she didn’t let it linger. This is something she’s going to have to get used to sooner or later, especially when she doesn’t have the excuse of school taking up her time anymore. Once she walks across that stage, PhD in hand and free from every burden except for student loans, she will have to start being a real, functional person again. A dinner party with Jenna and her boyfriend and a few of their friends is a great way to start that process.

So she makes her way to the front door, knocking firmly against it, and she’s quickly greeted by her grinning friend, whose strawberry blonde hair is leaning more red than normal, and whose cheeks are pink, which means she’s already had at least 2 glasses of wine. Jenna practically squeals at the sight of her, arms flinging open to wrap her up into a hug, and she knows instantly that coming here wasn’t a bad decision. She’s missed Jenna, and she knows that even in a house full of strangers, she’ll have a good time this week.

“Oh, my god, I’m so glad you’re here! You look so good, have you actually been going outside?”

The backhanded comment doesn’t sting, it just makes her laugh as she and Jenna part, the girl letting her step into the house and shut the door behind her. “Sorry to disappoint, but no, I think it’s just the tanning booth subscription you got me for Christmas hiding my critically low Vitamin D levels.”

Jenna snorts a laugh, shaking her head. “Jesus, Dex,”

She doesn’t hesitate in throwing her own jab back at Jenna. “Your hair is red, Jen, and you only ever let it get this red when you’re getting—”

Jenna slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes widening as Dex raises her brows knowingly. “Shut up! I don’t need you traumatizing anybody, or god forbid, giving Damon anymore ammo to tease Ric and I with.”

Jenna lowers her hand slowly and Dex jumps on the opening. “When do I get to meet this Ric, huh? I’ve heard plenty about him by now, I feel like I should be hearing wedding bells at this point. Also, who is Damon?”

“Trust me, I don’t think wedding bells are happening anytime soon— I’ll explain later— but Damon is Alaric’s best friend. He’s… a character. I would’ve given you more warning about him, but I have no doubt in my mind that you are more than capable of handling him.”

Dex smirks slightly, turning to follow Jenna as she leads them down the hallway towards the kitchen. “Who else is coming tonight?”

“Elena and her boyfriend, Stefan, are gonna be here soon. He’s Damon’s little brother, actually, but they’re very different. I tried to get Jeremy to stick around but he’s off doing whatever 16 year old boys do and I want no part of it,”

Dex snorts, silently agreeing. She looks around the kitchen, finding it ultimately empty spare for the things scattered around that show evidence of the meal currently in the oven, and the wine that she was right about Jenna already indulging in. “Where is everybody?”

“Oh, I think Ric and Damon are on the back porch with Elijah, and Elena and Stefan are gonna be late because they have some school stuff to finish up.”

“I’m sorry, who is Elijah?”

Jenna hesitates for the first time, lips pursing as she avoids her eyes.

Dex narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Jenna…”

“Don’t kill me!”

“Oh, my god, what have you done?”

Jenna throws her hands up, a pleading look in her eyes. “Look, he’s been in town for a couple of weeks and he’s really nice! He’s been working with the Historical Society, and he’s been hanging out with Ric and Damon. He was already coming tonight, and I just figured there was no harm in having my very intelligent, very sexy, history-PhD-having friend over at the same time!”

She groans lowly, pressing her hands into her eyes as Jenna grins apologetically at her. “Jenna, I do not need to be set up with anyone. Do we need to be reminded of what happened with my last relationship? He literally disappeared without a trace.”

“Exactly! So this might not even go anywhere!”

Dex gives her an incredulous look that has her wincing.

“Okay, that’s not what I meant. What I meant was that I was in the same boat, okay? Every guy I dated was worse than the last, until I met Alaric. And I tried to run away from it, because I didn’t think it was worth my time, but now look at us! I just want you to find something like that, too,”

The girls are silent for a moment, and Jenna hesitantly continues when Dex remains silent and contemplative.

“And… you know… he’s really cute. I’d never let you date an ugly guy, Dexter.”

She groans again, rolling her eyes even as her defensiveness falters at Jenna’s genuine expression. “Don’t call me that,”

“Habit, my bad,”

Dex sighs, unable to glare at Jenna. “I know you mean well, I just—”

“Don’t have time, I know,” Jenna fills in the blanks easily, grabbing a clean wine glass to pour her a drink. “But you’re almost done with school, and I think you need to get back in the swing of things. Even if it’s just for one night, if you know what I mean.”

“I think the entire world knows what you mean.”

Jenna shrugs innocently, sliding the stemmed glass over to her. Her eyes drift past her friend to the doors that go to the back porch and she lights up, smile growing. “Here they come! It’s gonna be great, I promise,”

“You are so lucky that I love you, Jenna,”

“Aw, you know I’d run away and marry you in a heartbeat, Dexter,”

“No offense, but I would hope not,” The male voice comes from behind her and Dex huffs a laugh, undoubtedly assuming that it’s Alaric. The man crosses the room, making his way to Jenna’s side and wrapping an arm around her waist, his face in a pleasant smile as he looks at Dex. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

She leans forward onto the counter, shaking his hand briefly. “Same here, but it’s probably not a good first impression if you think I’m gonna steal Jenna and run away. I promise we haven’t been having a secret, sordid affair this entire time.”

Alaric laughs slightly as Jenna childishly sticks her tongue out at Dex and he jostles his girlfriend slightly with his arm. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did,”

Jenna flushes, muttering something embarrassed under her breath at the blatant flattery.

“Oh, Ric, such classic charm,” Another voice comes from the porch, and he plants himself a few feet away in the kitchen, blue eyes alight with deviousness as he looks towards Dex. “Is this our guest of honor? You could’ve mentioned something about how beautiful she is, Jenna, I would’ve cleaned up a bit more.”

Jenna shoots Damon a look that has equal parts humor and disdain in it. “I didn’t think you were capable of cleaning up that much, Damon.”

Damon takes the jab without flinching, keeping his devastating smirk on Dex. “She really does like me, I promise,”

“I think that’s debatable, but I’m excited to see if you’re right,” Dex says, offering him a hand to shake, too, along with her name. She runs her eyes over his frame, tilting her head slightly. “Damon Salvatore, right?“

“It’s nice to know my reputation precedes me,”

Something comical gleams in her eyes as she takes another sip of wine. “It certainly does.”

“Not that you don’t have a lovely name, but I have to ask— where does Dexter come from?”

Dex groans and rolls her eyes, shooting Jenna a scolding look that just has the girl laughing.

“I’m curious to know as well,” The accented voice startles Dex on a surface level, but as soon as the familiarity registers in her brain, she’s choking on the wine she’d just swallowed, nearly spluttering it back out onto the counter. “It’s a very unique nickname.”

She stifles the reaction with a single cough, pressing her hand over her mouth quickly as she snaps her head over to meet the entirely too familiar gaze of the man standing in the doorway. By the look on his face, there’s no doubt he knows exactly what she’s thinking.

“Oh, Dex, this is who I was telling you about, he’s been working with the Historical Society— Elijah Smith. Elijah, this is one of my best friends,”

Elijah remains where he stands, hands clasped neatly in front of him as a slight smirk pulls at his lips. “It’s very nice to meet you,”

Dex’s fingers clench around the stem of the wine glass as she stares Elijah down. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Mr. Smith.”

Elijah’s eyes burn with amusement and warning. She shifts in the chair she’d claimed at the bar, unwavering beneath the look.

“Elijah is perfectly fine. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?” He questions rhetorically, finally breaking their staring contest to glance at the other people standing around.

Dex blinks a few times at the loss of his direct attention, shaking it off as she reminds herself there is an audience.

“So, the nickname,” Jenna starts, looking to Damon as she recalls his question. “It started when I was a sophmore at Whitmore, Dex was the TA for my Sociology class. She was just starting out for her doctorate, and that professor was new, so she ended up doing like, all of the work. People thought that because she was our age, she’d be laid back and cool.”

Dex hums, teeth catching on the inside of her lip as Jenna continues her dramatic retelling. “By people, you mean Jonathan Walsh and his idiot friends. They just kept trying to get me to help them cheat.”

“But Dex here does not take school lightly,” Jenna smirks, her taunting tone full of fondness. “I very quickly learned that if she were actually a teacher, she’d be a dictator.”

“Well, obviously that was a good thing. There’s a reason that Jonathan dropped out and you didn’t,”

“I never said it was a bad thing,” Jenna holds her hands up in surrender, still smiling. “But one day in class, she gave that Jonathan guy a bad grade on a paper he’d written. Even though he definitely deserved it, he was already on academic probation and had to have a passing grade to keep playing football, so he was not happy to see that D minus. He picked a fight with her in the middle of class in front of everybody and he got so mad, but all she did was stare at him. He called her everything name under the sun trying to get a rise out of her. I guess he just got so flustered trying to piss her off that he ran out of insults and he was stuttering and he finally just blurted out, Poindexter!”

Dex chuckles lowly, recalling the moment. “Everybody was just watching me, I think they thought I was gonna freak out or something,”

“But she just started to laugh,” Jenna quickly picks the story back up, something close to excitement in her voice. “She barely flinched when he started yelling at her, but for some reason, Poindexter is what broke her. At some point, everybody else started laughing and he was so embarrassed that he just walked out of the room and like, a month later he dropped out of school. For whatever reason, we all just kept calling her Poindexter, and that was eventually shortened to Dexter, and then it became Dex. Even the professors call her Dexter— I won't be surprised if they've actually forgotten your name. You might end up with a doctorate that says Poindexter."

She laughs, shaking her head at Jenna. “It’s funny that out of everything he called me, Poindexter is what stuck as a nickname. I personally would've preferred my nickname be 'Frigid Bitch',"

"Oh, what was it he called you when he tried to imply you were the TA because you were sleeping with the professor?"

She swallows roughly, losing some of her humor as she sees the shape of Elijah’s body shift out of her peripheral. "I don't even remember everything he said, honestly. That–that professor left after the school year was over, he pretty much disappeared.”

"I don't blame him. He was entirely too beautiful to be hidden away at Whitmore for the rest of his life, teaching idiots like Jonathan. I honestly don't remember anything about him except for the fact that people definitely wanted to sleep with him."

Dex laughs breathlessly, taking a heavy drink out of her glass so she doesn’t speak. Damon's still sporting a smirk when she glances at him, and he's giving her an appreciative look that she thinks isn't completely rooted in the I’d sleep with anyone that breathes vibe he gives off.

"I don't think there's any argument to be made about who won that fight considering he dropped out of school because of it," Damon says, like he’s trying to get her to brag.

Elijah hums lowly at Damon's words. "Well, there's something deeply humiliating about a boy being so intimidated by a woman that he resorts to playground insults. I'd hope that your professor knew that, too,"

Dex looks him over, brows twitching together on her forehead, cataloguing everything he does, every word he says.

Damon is quick to yet again add onto the wordy compliment from Elijah. “That's quite the accomplishment, on top of the PhD,"

"I can't claim the PhD just yet," She says as she shifts to turn her attention back to Damon. "I've got two months and a thesis on the historical impact of mythical creatures to defend before I can start calling myself a doctor of anything."

Damon's eyes sparkle with something intrigued. "That's an interesting topic for a thesis. What inspired you to go down that route?"

"I was always interested in history, but I grew up reading fantasy novels, like Nosferatu and Van Helsing, and somewhere along the way I decided that there had to be a connection between some of the creatures that these stories were about and the way that history has been written and rewritten. I've spent my entire college career trying to prove that, so, I'm hoping it hasn't all been for nothing."

Her eyes shift from Damon back to Elijah, who tilts his head slightly, shifting where he's leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "What do you think? Since you're the historian in the room."

She dutifully pretends that the room hasn't grown somewhat tense, like she didn't see the look that Alaric shot Damon when he pressed her to talk about her thesis. Like he was fishing.

"I think that many people greatly underestimate just how much history affects fiction, and vice versa. Especially with those... fairytales. I mean, one of the many origins of mermaids and sirens comes from men who told stories about beautiful women who lured them to their deaths, when in reality, those men were just losing their minds from being at sea for too long and they couldn't properly identify a manatee."

Dex swirls her glass around, watching the red liquid slosh up the sides dangerously close to spilling out as she nodded along with Elijah's words. "Exactly. I don't think you can write history without a bit of fiction, and I don't think you can write fiction without a bit of history."

She holds Elijah's gaze for a moment too long to be considered normal, and the moment is only broken by Jenna's obliviousness.

"See, that is why you're the one getting a PhD. Who would ever think of stuff like that?"

Dex turns her head away from Elijah, forcibly tearing her gaze away from him. "I just happen to think there’s a bit more fantasy in reality than most people. I don't think it's anything special."

"I disagree," Damon says, making his way across the room to grab one of the bottles of wine and top off his glass. "I'd argue that we need more people like you to point out what's right in front of everyone's faces."

She offers Damon a knowing smile that's a bit more genuine than it would be if she wasn't so sure that Jenna wasn’t paying attention.

Damon tilts the bottle of wine towards her glass that doesn't really need a refill, but the unspoken offer is some sort of test, and she doesn't hesitate in offering her glass up to him. It's a heavy pour but she takes it and immediately drinks some, easing some of the weight out of the glass. She and Damon don't look away from one another throughout the entire exchange, and the oven timer going off is what seems to seal whatever he'd been thinking about her because he sets the bottle of wine down and goes about as normal.

Jenna pulls herself away from Alaric to go to the oven, Alaric spares Dex a look of suspicion that she blinks innocently at, and Damon quickly begins taunting Alaric for something that has the man groaning and rolling his eyes, similarly to how she was with Jenna a few minutes ago.

The trio's united distraction allows her the perfect opportunity to turn and look at Elijah again, and even though she's felt his gaze on her the entire time he's been in here, she is still shocked by the firmness behind it.

His eyes slowly drift from her to Damon, and then back to her, and she sees the way he presses the pads of his fingers into his arms, like he's clutching onto himself tighter to stop himself from doing anything reckless. She knows, after all, that reckless isn't really his style like it is his brother's.

Fluttering her lashes in a dramatic blink, she rolls her gaze back to Jenna, eyeing the pasta dish she'd pulled out of the oven. She taps a finger against the glass of wine in her hand and swirls it around again, this time not watching to see as it slides over the edge, directly onto her lap.

She blinks down at the stains, a deep red seeping through the fabric of her pants, appearing like a weeping wound on her thigh. She sighs and sets her glass back on the counter with a sudden gasp. "Oh, shit,"

The three bystanders in the kitchen all look to her at her exclamation. She grimaces, giving Jenna an apologetic look. "Sorry, I just spilled some wine on my pants. I totally knew this was gonna happen, I just didn’t have time to change after my meeting. Let me go get my stuff out of my car, I’ll be right back.”

Jenna waves her off, nodding. "Go, go, we still have plenty of time before dinner. You can use my bathroom to change, it's the furthest door on the left upstairs.”

She smiles as she stands from her chair, and she ignores the slightly uncomfortable wetness dampening her skin from the stain. She begins to reach for her keys on the table, but a hand comes out and grabs them before she can.

"I can go get your things for you, if you'd like," Elijah says, though he's already turning and walking down the hall.

"That'd be great," She says. "Thank you."

Where Elijah stalks out the front door, she turns sharply and walks up the stairs, forcing herself to keep a normal pace as she goes where Jenna had directed her.

She turns the light on and shuts the door behind her, immediately breathing out a quiet, humorless laugh in absolute disbelief. She untucks the pale blue button up shirt she had on, and then unbuttons the white slacks she was wearing, making sure to keep the fabric of her shirt from catching on the stain.

Before she can even reach for a wash cloth and pretend to salvage the pants she's undoubtedly ruined, the door creaks open and is shut just as quickly, and she finds herself meeting the reflection of the man in the mirror.

She's momentarily breathless at his proximity and she's glad that he kept his distance in the kitchen, because she doesn't think it would've gone unnoticed that he's already tilting his head towards her like he's going to drag his face along the slope of her neck.

"You are unbelievable,"

Elijah looks somewhat startled at her words, but he quickly recovers, dropping her bag on the floor carelessly. "So quick to blame me for a mere coincidence."

She plants her palms on the bathroom counter, scoffing. "No, this is not a coincidence. A coincidence is running into someone at the grocery store, not posing as a professor for a year, having an affair with your student, disappearing when you got the information you needed about your family, and then befriending a vampire and a vampire hunter, one of which is dating my best friend and your former student, which you knew.”

Elijah raises an eyebrow and doesn’t really bother to look ashamed at her listing of his actions.

She lets out a rough breath, the sound nearly a groan that’s full of exasperation. “Your handy little compulsion might’ve made Jenna forget what the hot sociology professor looked like, but you forgot to use it on me before you disappeared. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to believe you didn’t know exactly what you were doing by coming here?”

“Let’s agree that I remembered who Jenna was from my brief, uneventful career as a professor, spare for my very competent assistant. And perhaps my crafting of a relationship with Alaric and Damon hasn’t been entirely by fate. Other than that, do you really believe that I still think about you so often that I perfectly timed my life just so I could be in the same place at the same time as you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m one of the oldest vampire’s to ever walk the earth, I’ve met a million people and I’ll meet a million more in my lifetime. What makes you think you’re any different than the rest?”

She finally turns away from the reflection of him in the mirror, instead facing him head on, unwavering beneath his expectant gaze. He was such an imposing figure, but she never shied away from it. She never shied away from anything.

“Because you never left me alone,” She said, voice nearly a whisper, like they were trading secrets in a crowded room. “You disappeared, but you never left. You just thought I wouldn’t notice you were still there.”

There’s a brief, seconds-long gleam of surprise in Elijah’s eyes before it’s exchanged for something more serious and heated.

“I did, though,” She continues, stepping forward until her feet slot themselves with his, one of his long, firm legs between her thighs. “The shadow in the corner of my room, the books that were suddenly out of order on my shelf— you never really left me, Elijah. So, tell me, if I’m not different than all of the others, why would you do that?”

Elijah inhales sharply like he needs the breath. His weight shifts from foot to foot and the shift of her stained slacks against his fitted suit pants catches his attention, drawing his eyes downward.

He seems to remember the reason she was in here in the first place, red wine having long-since settled into the fabric of her pants. Then he registers the state of haphazard undress she’s in; shirt untucked and halfway unbuttoned from the bottom up to her midriff, pants unbuttoned and splayed open just enough for him to get a glimpse of skin & thin, nearly sheer blue fabric that sits seamlessly against her frame.

She immediately notices what’s caught his attention and it has her smiling to herself as his eyes stay locked on everything but hers.

“I never understood how you managed to play the gentleman so well when I can tell exactly what you’re thinking by the look in your eyes.”

Elijah groans like it’s been ripped out of him, full of exasperation and annoyance and uncontrollable lust. She’s braced for impact when his arms suddenly wrap around her, encasing her as he finally gives into his temptation and drags a razor sharp fang along the slope of her throat. He doesn’t tear her skin, doesn’t bite her, but he shudders like he did anyways.

She drops her head back with a breathless sigh, hands twisting into his suit jacket as he presses his nose into her neck and drags his head up, lips smearing a trail of spit up her jaw until he finally hovers his mouth over hers, doing little more than taking the air she’s breathing.

“Elijah,” She whispers his name, eyes fluttering heavily. “What are you doing?”

“You’re infuriating, do you know that?” He pants out, still not kissing her but not moving his lips any further away. “You have tormented me every day since I met you. I tried to move on, but it never worked. I watched you try to move on, and I had to resist the urge to rip out the heart of every person that ever touched you.”

She clutches at his suit tighter, jolting him slightly. “You could’ve just stayed,”

He hums lowly. “I had things to do. You knew that.”

“Doesn’t seem like you’re getting them done, though. Klaus is still awol and you’re obviously not willing to sacrifice anyone here to get his attention. So, really, Elijah— do you have a real excuse, or did you just want me to pretend none of it ever happened and fall back into your arms like some stupid little girl?”

Elijah shifts, then, one of his large hands that spans her back brushing up, wrinkling the fabric of her shirt carelessly as he brings his hand around to frame her jaw, tilting her head back just enough that she has no choice but to look him in the eye. “No,” He says, making her brows twitch for a moment, like she’d momentarily forgotten what she said beneath his touch. “If anyone has been stupid, I’d say it’s me.”

She remains silent and he raises a brow, lips quirking in amusement. “If you’re waiting for me to disagree, we’ll be here for a long time.”

“You and that smart mouth,” He mutters, fingers squeezing her chin in his grasp just once before he lets go and lets his hand drop back to her waist. “I don’t want to go back down there and watch that oaf stumble over himself to ogle at you.”

“Seems like I wasn’t the only one he ogled at,” She smirks, her words earning a slightly caught-out look before the Original simply shrugs and rolls his eyes.

“Well I had to entertain myself somehow before you got here,”

Before she can say anything else, a voice echoes from outside the door and startles them both into standing still. “Dex, come on! Food’s almost done and Elena’s on the way!”

Jenna’s echoing voice makes them remember where they are and they both sport a look like they’ve been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Clearing her throat, Dex turns her head towards the door. “I’m coming! Just give me a minute,”

Jenna’s footsteps descend back down the stairs audibly and she lets out a sigh of relief solely for the fact that Jenna at least didn’t burst into the room without warning. She isn’t sure Elijah could move fast enough to not get caught.

“We need to go— you need to go, you have no reason to not be down there right now, unlike me,” She gestures downwards at her stained pants she’s yet to actually take off and it seems to remind him of the circumstances that led them here.

He groans again and then adjusts his grasp on her, sliding his hands down to the waistline of her pants and yanking it down. The movement unexpected, her hips jolt towards him and he inhales sharply when he reveals all of the bare skin that awaits him beneath her fabric.

“This is counterproductive to you going back downstairs,” She breathes out, staring at him imploringly. “We’re guests.”

“I don’t really care,” He says lightly, fingers drawing goosebumps in their wake where he drags them up the inside of her thighs. “I could just have you for dinner.”

“Jesus,” She mutters, mostly to herself as her heart thumps particularly hard for a second. “Elijah,”

The sound of footsteps once again rushing up the stairs makes them both freeze, but Elijah seems to relax when he hears the muffled voice of the teenage girl and her boyfriend as they go to her room and shut the door behind them.

Catching her breath finally, she gathers up the strength to push him away from her, immediately drawing his attention back to her, a look of betrayal flashing in his eyes.

She pointedly turns and grabs the bag he’d carried in for her, and drops it onto the counter before she leans her weight from foot to foot, kicking her shoes off as she goes. Making eye contact with him through their reflections once more, she slides her thumbs beneath the twisted, stained fabric of her pants and lets them fall to the ground with a nearly silent swish.

Elijah rolls his eyes upwards to the ceiling, pointedly looking away with his hands on his hips like she’s inflicting eternal suffering onto him.

By the time he looks back down, she’s tucking her shirt into clean pants & slipping her shoes back on. She huffs, eyes shifting to the door. “Go fix your disappearing act. I’m not covering for you,”

He starts to say something and then stops himself, rerouting his path. “This isn’t over,”

She smiles then, wicked and smug, and damningly smitten. “It never is.”

Moments later, when she’s sitting at the dining table and she’s been properly introduced to Elena and Stefan, and Jenna’s got the meal in front of them, she looks past Elijah like he’s a fly on the wall.

Her eyes catch on movement in her peripheral and she turns her head to see Damon setting a freshly poured glass of wine in front of her, taking his own to a seat across from her.

There’s something in his eyes that’s knowing, and she bites her tongue to keep her instinctive retort to herself.

Damon lifts his glass in a silent toast to her, smirking. “Elijah brought this one, so I figured I’d crack it open for you. Since you two have so much in common, what with your, uh, mutual studies.”

Laughing under her breath, she lifts the glass to her lips, feeling the weight of Elijah’s gaze shift between her and Damon both.

“I’m sure you and I have plenty of mutual studies, too.”

She drops her eye into a wink and sets her glass back down on the table, finally looking away from Damon to look at Elijah.

She can’t find it in herself to not laugh, even when it earns her confused looks from the other guests.

[arislore]

i got a taste for men who are older… it’s always been, so it’s no surprise… ⋆｡°✩

[wonderfullyinlovewithlife]

Surprisingly Klaus is not one for backseat hook ups. when he wants you, he lets that anticipation build within himself. he's one that can wait. He's one that has learnt he has too. But Elijah? Tightly-wound, straight as a lace curtain Elijah? Oh yah, he's pushing you into the backseat of his car head first. Not caring who sees him tear your nylons as he pushes himself between your legs. He's so restrained that the moment you make even the slightest crack in his resolve, it all comes crashing down.

[elijahstwink]

i also have the fantasy of fucking elijah in red door mode yooo 😳 ... but if you ever feel inspired and want to write smut abt it , Im interested in reading it ofc,, and there is also just so few red door elijah shit out there 💔

𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓖𝓸

(I’d let him punch me holy this gif is hot)

Your boyfriend is going through a rough time. You help him feel better ;)

Thank you for the request anon! I always feel like writing dark!Elijah smut so this was so fun! It’s also the freakiest thing I’ve written lol. I hope you enjoy - Dex

Warnings: Blood play, Spitting, Choking, Slapping, Oral F!receiving, Dom!Elijah, Sub!reader, Elijah’s pretty mean, overstimulation, blood drinking, degradation, use of slut, whore etc

Seperate warning for this one. This has CNC! (Aka Reader consents for Elijah not to stop when she asks him too)

Your white dress billows behind you as you sprint down the hallway and towards the red door. Your bare feet burn at each step on ragged tile. You glance back to see Elijah turn the corner. His stone cold face and bare chest are covered in blood, all emotion void from his expression. Desperation fuels your speed, your legs burning and your lungs screaming as adrenaline courses through you. Elijah follows at a steady pace, his deliberate steps echoing, his breathing animalistic. He could catch you in an instant, but he prefers the thrill of the chase. He wants to savor your fear, your pain.

His footsteps are unnervingly close as you near the door. Just a little farther…

You slam into the red wood, pain shooting through your arm as you grasp the brass doorknob. It’s locked. You pound on the door, scream, and glance back in terror as Elijah approaches.

“Elijah, please!” you plead, but he keeps coming. This isn’t your Elijah, the kind and noble man you loved. This is a monster.

You turn back to the door, pounding and screaming for help, but it’s too late. Elijah’s hand clamps onto your upper arm, yanking you toward him. You struggle, but his grip is unbreakable. His eyes darken, veins pulsing as he opens his mouth, revealing sharp fangs glinting in the darkness.

Elijah jolts upright in bed, his body drenched in sweat and trembling. Nightmares of hurting you plague him every night since the incident with his mother. The red door haunts his mind, and he can no longer ignore it.

Breathing deeply, Elijah clutches his hair and turns to watch you sleep. Usually, this sight calms him, reminding him that he isn’t the blood-covered man in his dreams. That red door Elijah is just a fragment of himself, a dark fraction everyone has.

But tonight is different. The dreams are more vivid, leaving him feeling feral and dangerous. Every small sound or touch threatens to make him lose control. He needs blood.

Elijah carefully slips out of bed, pulling on grey sweatpants. He moves silently through the dark compound, descending the staircase to the large kitchen. He rounds the island, opens the blood fridge, and light floods the dark space. He grabs three blood bags and rips into one.

As the blood overtakes his senses, veins web below his eyes. He grips the marble countertop harder, ripping open the second bag, anger rising. The taste of blood makes red door Elijah creep to the surface.

“Lijah?” you call from the doorway, wrapped in a silk nightgown. Elijah’s head snaps up, his red eyes meeting yours as the marble edge crumbles in his hand. You rush to him, but before you can reach him, he grabs you by the neck, pinning you against the wall.

Despite his aggressive state, you’re not scared. You’ve been worried for him since he returned, his personality flipping randomly between normal and red door Elijah. The worst was on Bourbon Street, when he tried to rip out a man's heart for bumping into you. Red door Elijah is possessive, never letting you out of his sight, fearing that if you walk away, he’ll start chasing you like in his dreams.

Elijah's grip on your neck is firm but not painful, and you see the conflict in his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay, my love,” you say softly, cupping his cheeks and tracing the veins with your fingertips until they fade.

Elijah’s eyes return to their regular onyx shade, guilt washing over him as he releases your neck and drops the empty blood bag.

“Shh, you’re alright, I’m alright,” you comfort him, wrapping your arms around him as he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck.

“I- I don’t know what to do, I crave you,” Elijah growls into your skin, his fangs gently scratching along your pulse point. Your eyes shut at the contact, but an idea pops into your head. A crazy, probably stupid idea... but an idea nonetheless.

“Perhaps you need to release all the pent up anger.” You suggest carefully. Elijah pulls away from your neck and stares at you in confusion.

“What do you mean?” He places his hands on the wall either side of your head, keeping you trapped against him. You can tell by the look in his eye that he definitely knows what you mean.

“I mean,” You rest your hand flat on Elijah’s bare chest, sliding it down to cup him over his sweatpants. “Let go, take it all out on me.” You gaze up at him innocently, something you know drives him nuts. Elijah swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement.

“No y/n. I wouldn’t be myself, I could hurt you.” Elijah shakes his head, already feeling his alternate personality taking control as his cock thickens under your touch.

“That’s the thing, you won’t hurt me. And as soon as you prove that to yourself, you can start to move past this.” You explain, slipping your hand under his waistband and taking hold of his erection, his length warm in you grasp.

You completely believe what you’re telling him. You know that he would never hurt you if not for pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you feeling like this may be a mistake. After all, Elijah is pretty dominant in bed already. If normal Elijah can edge you for hours or make you cum so much you’re begging for him to stop. Who knows what red door Elijah will do.

“Do you kn-“ Elijah interrupts himself with a deep groan as you push his pants to his feet and bring your unoccupied hand down to play with his balls, rolling them between your fingers. You can’t tear your gaze from his swollen cock and the bead of arousal gathering at the tip as wetness builds between your legs. You could mentally pat yourself on the back right now for not dropping to your knees and licking it up.

He suddenly grips your wrist, rough enough to leave a mark, making you gasp in surprise and release your hold on him. When you look up, you see that his eyes have returned to that crimson shade with veins underneath them. He grabs your neck with his free hand and leans down till your faces are inches apart.

“Do you know what you are asking for?” He breaths against your lips, tightening his hold when you nod. “Words.” He commands sternly.

“Yes, Elijah.” You squeak. He smirks at you, the veins flowing under his eyes.

“And you are aware that if you say stop, I won’t.” Elijah growls. You can tell he’s holding back, needing your consent before doing anything more.

“I know. I want you…” You murmur, bravely grabbing at his crotch again before whispering in his ear, “to ruin me.”

You can visibly see when red door Elijah fully takes over, any apprehension within him vanishes as he suddenly rips your night gown off your body and steps out of his pants, leaving you both naked.

“I didn’t mean here!” You whisper, looking around anxiously. The kitchen is one of the main rooms of the compound. If anyone were to wake up it’s highly likely they’d come to this room.

You squeak as Elijah lifts you onto the centre island and pushes you to lay flat on it. The cold marble countertop against your back sends chills down your spine as Elijah stands between your legs. His eyes are clouded,

“What if someone walks in?” You ask as Elijah bends your knees so that your feet are on the counter and your core is exposed. Elijah doesn’t respond, instead grabbing the last blood bag and holding it over you with a smirk.

You don’t have time to even question what the hell he’s planning before he rips the plastic in half with his hands, drenching you in blood. God this man is lucky you love him because no other human would still be turned on while covered in blood. Elijah leans down so you are face to face, his chest is getting covered in blood now as well.

“If anyone walks in here,” Elijah dips a finger between your breasts, “I’ll snap their neck.” He growls, sucking on his now bloody finger, moaning at the taste.

Red door Elijah doesn’t seem to be the slow and steady type. His movements are rough and almost crazed as he grips your thighs and pulls your legs over his shoulders. Now eye level with your blood covered cunt, Elijah doesn’t hesitate to practically devour you. The filthy sound of his mouth slurping up the mix of blood and arousal between your folds echoes throughout the kitchen. You release a choked moan as he sucks harshly on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Normal Elijah usually starts soft and gradually builds your pleasure to its peak. So this unfamiliar pace fills you with an uncomfortable sensitivity, causing you to grip his hair in both your hands and try to push his head away. Elijah releases a disapproving grunt at your actions. He moves his grip from your thighs to your wrists and pins them straight down at your sides. Your hands clench helplessly at the sleek countertop in an attempt to find something to grip as you squirm with oversensitivity.

When your wrists are tugged on slightly, you lift your head for the first time to watch the man between your legs. Elijah’s face is coloured crimson and veins are moving beneath his skin. A whimper passes your lips when his tongue thrusts inside you and his red eyes meet yours. His gaze is intense and demanding, practically shouting ‘behave’. You throw your head back against the marble with a loud moan as Elijah starts fucking you with his tongue. The feeling of the pointed muscle curling against your sweet spot has you arching your back. Sharp stabs of overstimulation are turning into waves of pleasure, causing you to clench your thighs around his head.

“E-Elijah I’m so close.” You wail, all your pleasure knotting together, building up in your lower stomach. Elijah hums in approval, his tongue working faster. and his nose nudging against your clit. Your moans increase in pitch as you’re brought closer to the edge, your hips jerking and your legs starting to shake. It doesn’t take more then a few thrusts of Elijah’s tongue against the spongy spot inside you before you’re coming, wailing in pleasure and practically grinding on your boyfriends face as you get lost in the euphoric feeling. Your legs are almost vibrating with the intensity of their shaking and your walls are pulsating around Elijah’s tongue as you come down from your orgasm.

Elijah pulls away quite suddenly, releasing his bruising grip on your wrists and dropping your legs from his shoulders. “Stand up.” He orders, taking a step backwards. You would have given him a ‘are your serious right now?’ type of look, if you weren’t too out of it. Instead you stay lying across the counter, trembling as you come down from your high. After a moment of silence you manage to speak out, “Elijah, Can’t.”.

“I said,” he grabs you under your arms and hauls you upwards so you are standing on shaking legs, all your weight being supported by him, “stand up.” He seethes, releasing his grip.

Your knees instantly buckle underneath you and you fall into Elijah’s chest. You would have hit the ground if not for him wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you against his chest and smirking at your feeble state.

“My naughty girl,” Elijah tugs your hair so that your head swings back, your eyes meeting his, “can’t even follow a simple task, hm?” He taunts.

His face has returned to normal, and he seems to have wiped the blood from around his mouth at some point. Elijah’s eyes are clouded with more than lust and you can see the red door version of him staring back at you. He usually talks much more during sex, and you can’t deny that you miss the comforting praise.

That thought is literally smacked away as Elijah’s palm meets your cheek in a light slap. You probably look like an idiot for a split second as you process what he just did.. and how much you liked it. You release a drawn out moan as he repeats the action before grabbing your jaw, holding your head up to his and smirking.

“Do you like that?” Elijah chuckles as you flush in embarrassment.

“If you wish to act like a slut, then I will treat you as such. Open.” He growls, pulling at your jaw as you open your mouth. Red Door Elijah is seemingly full of surprises, as he lines up his mouth with yours and spits. The feeling of someone else’s spit in your mouth would likely make you throw up. But this was Elijah, your boyfriend and the love of your life so of course it feels good. A rush of arousal wets your spent cunt as you gurgle slightly.

Elijah clamps your mouth shut, grinning like a maniac as he instructs you “Swallow,” The slide of his spit down your throat makes you moan, absolutely loving the filthiness of his actions, “Good girl.” He praises you for the first time, giving your jaw a light squeeze before releasing it.

The praise is gone as quickly as it came when Elijah spins you around, bending you over the counter. You gasp at the coldness against your sensitive nipples. He holds your hip with one hand, the other guiding his erect cock through your shiny folds. The pleasure of Elijah nudging your clit with every upstroke distracts you from the feeling on blood slowly drying on your skin.

Your mouth drops in surprise, screaming out as Elijah suddenly enters you in one bruising thrust and with no warning. The stretch is painful, but you’re wet enough that he slides in easily. Your hand shoots behind you on reflex, pushing hard against his torso. Elijah only chuckles at your pathetic attempt of pushing him away, grabbing your wrist and holding it behind your back.

“Too much Elijah, please just wait!” You plead when you feel him starting to move inside you, blood smearing the whit marble underneath you.

“Shh, take it.” Elijah shushes, not waiting for you to adjust before slamming into you again, his tip pressing against your cervix and causing you to sob out a moan. With every battering thrust of his hips, the loud clap of skin meeting skin fills the room.

It doesn’t take more than a minute before the pain dulls into a numbing ache and the pleasure overwhelms you. You’re moaning like a whore, taking every inch of his thick cock inside you, your walls fluttering around him. The way his shaft glides across your g spot makes you jerk with pleasure.

“That’s it, such a sweet little slut falling apart on my cock.” He coos, releasing your hand and pulling you up till your back meets his chest. He wraps his arm around your neck so your chin rests on his bicep and keeps working his hips back and forth, fucking into you in long, brutal strokes. The base of his cock throbs every time he bottoms out, and his balls slap against your slit with wet, filthy noises. His animalistic grunts mix with your cries of pleasure.

“Still too much for you?” He teases, laughing when his only response is a gurgle of incoherent words that you didn’t even notice came from your mouth. “Yeah?” He murmurs, pounding into you at an inhuman speed.

Elijah rests his other hand on your blood stained lower stomach, sending a jolt of warmth through you.

“Who do you belong to?” Elijah whispers, his breath tickling your ear. “Who owns this cunt, y/n?” He runs the tips of his fingers over your clit.

“Y-you Elijah!” You sob, tears forming in your eyes from the intense pleasure this man is giving you.

“That’s my girl.” Elijah praises before bringing his hand down hard on your clit. Surprisingly it wasn’t painful at all. You heard the smack before you felt it and suddenly you were gushing around his cock, the mix of his cock rubbing at your walls and the sharp pleasure to your clit plummeting you into an unexpected orgasm. Your eyes go blurry from tears as you squirt all over the counter and floor. Euphoria runs through you in a single wave as your walls uncontrollably pulsate around Elijah.

“Look at you, cumming on my cock like a good little girl. Making such a mess.” Elijah’s groans, pulling out of you suddenly. You whine at the loss, feeling your slick cunt clench at the air. Elijah turns you to face him before bending down and hooking his arms under your legs. You squeal as he lifts you up, essentially folding you in half as your knees touch your shoulders. Elijah’s hands cup your arse, and you wrap your own around his neck. He shows no strain as he holds you in mid air, turning you both so he can lean slightly against the counter.

You throw your head back and clench your eyes shut as Elijah pushes inside you again, the sensitivity of having just cum causing you to claw harshly at his back.

“Elijah, stop!” You call out, the overstimulation feeling like too much. He doesn’t listen, not that you were expecting him too.

You’re absolutely helpless as he starts moving you up and down his length, using you like some type of fuck doll. You fidget and squirm relentlessly in an attempt to make him stop.

“Look at me!” Elijah barks. You use the little strength you have to lift your head, meeting his intense and feral gaze. “You are going to shut up, take my cock and you’re going to fucking enjoy it. Do you understand?” He sneers, slowing down so you can catch your breath and come up with a coherent sentence. You’ve never heard Elijah speak so vulgar before and it strangely turns you on.

You know that if you put up enough of a fight, your Elijah would come back and stop immediately. He’d probably beat himself up with guilt while he holds you and apologises way too many times. But you don’t want Elijah to feel bad, you asked him to do this in the first place.

“I understand, wanna take it.” You rush out before crashing your lips onto his, you can feel his grin as you try to shove your tongue into his mouth. He parts his lips for you and you whimper when he sucks heavily on your tongue.

Elijah thrusts his hips up erratically, his thrusts reaching vampire speed as his climax steadily approaches. You break the kiss to bury your face in his neck when you feel your own rising in your gut.

Elijah lifts one hand to grip your hair and pull your head back to present your neck. Searing pain rushes through you as his fangs pierce your skin, mixing with the pleasure of his thrusts. Your vision goes black as your third orgasm of the night crushes you. The feeling of Elijah’s cum filling your tight cunt only prolongs your pleasure. You feel Elijah retreat from your neck as his moans fill the air, mixing with what you realise is your own screams.

Elijah slips out of you when his cock stops spurting, feeling the aggressive, lust filled haze of red door Elijah dissolving with every passing moment. He sits you on the counter momentarily to unhook his arms from underneath your legs. Then he lifts your trembling form back into his embrace, one hand holding your bum for support and the other cradling your head into his neck. Your grip around him loosens as you continue riding the waves of pleasure, shaking like a leaf in his hold.

Elijah chuckles endearingly as you moan into his neck. “Still coming baby?” He grins, kissing the top of your head. You manage a small whimper of agreement as you feel him start to walk somewhere.

Thank god for vampire speed, because Elijah has you in a warm shower within the minute. You rest against him, half asleep, as he washes the dried blood off your skin. After you are both clean and dry, you settle under the covers of your bed, cuddled up to the love of your life.

“Please tell me you don’t regret it.” Elijah mumbles into your hair. You release a tired laugh, your face pressed against his chest.

“No my love, I don’t regret it at all. Did it help?” You yawn, cuddling further into his comforting embrace.

“Definitely.” Elijah sighed, his mind feeling a lot calmer and his body tired. You tilt your head up, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Love you lijah.” You smile into the kiss as you speak. Elijah copies your grin as he responds, “Love you so much baby.”. He gives you one last peck before leaning back into the pillow and closing his eyes, waiting till he hears your cute snores before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

The couple are passed out cold by morning, still recovering from their late night. Klaus however, is very much awake as he stumbles into the living room, where Freya and Kol are engaged in an intense game of chess.

“Do not go into the kitchen!” Klaus gags, collapsing onto the couch in a dramatic heap. “And remind me to kill both Elijah and Y/N.”.

T A G L I S T (msg or comment to be on it)

@b1tchy

[spicy30]

Discovered tumblr too late and now my fandom for my show is damn near DEAD

[klausysworld]

Left But Never Forgotten

Upon the Mikaelson's return to New Orleans, they each had their worries. Klaus was focused on his pregnant werewolf and the deep rooted need to be a king. Rebekah desperately wanted her past lover, Marcel back but also felt the need to protect her niece to be. Elijah was supposed to be concentrating on his brother and Hayley as they expected their child, or the mess that the divided factions of supernaturals in New Orleans was but instead, he was thinking of her.

Y/N.

He hadn't seen her since leaving New Orleans a hundred years ago. She and Marcel had been presumed dead, nothing had prepared him for seeing her face again.

Feeling her palm cup his cheek and her thumb stroking the prickle of stubble left on his skin. She was so similar and yet so different to the last time. Before she had been a princess, now she was a Queen.

Even when the Mikaelson's moved into the abattoir and his room was just beside hers, she still felt too far away.

Elijah felt as if he were just watching her life go by without him, it made him sick. He lacked the usual hunger of a vampire, the need to kill or hurt. He lost his passion to protect and guide.

He just wanted her.

Everyone knew that, except her.

Nobody understood the pain she and Marcel went through. They waited day in and day out for their family to come home, to tell them that it was okay and that Mikael wouldn't torture them again, that their nightmares weren't real and they were safe. They rebuilt the city brick by brick, cleaning away the ashes left behind but they still didn't come back. So they moved on. They worked together and they got stronger and they earned their power and their places and then they finally came back and just took it from them like it was nothing.

And Elijah had barely said five words to her.

He just stared, but whenever his lips parted no words would leave him. Elijah didn't realise she took that as something else. But for Y/N, she had been hoping to hear his voice for a century, crying for him in her sleep and now he was here and she felt like he didn't even care enough to talk to her.

She could have thought he didn't care at all if it weren't for the way he looked at her. The look of love in those deep eyes of his. That same look she used to see each morning and night.

Y/N wanted him to know that she still wanted him to look at her like that, she still wanted him like that.

So she tried to show him. A lingering touch hear or there, just on his arm or his shoulder. Or she'd bring him a cup of tea the way he used to like it, ask him about the literature he was reading most currently but he could barely get five words out.

So she tried not to focus on words, instead she gave him a kiss and hoped it was enough. It was.

Elijah hadn't exactly been expecting her to suddenly grab his face and push her lips against his but most definitely wasn't complaining.

Both hands lifted and cupped her face like all those times years ago, kissing her deeply like he'd craved to for so long. He needed her hands in his hair, to ruin the perfect facade he'd been wearing.

His tie was clutched into her palm and tugged gently, leading him with her to his room. He followed her mindlessly onto his bed, crawling over her and keeping his tongue with hers.

The desperation was so strong.

Elijah could feel the fabric of his tie slip from his neck. The buttons on his shirt slowly revealing more and more of his chest, he wanted to rip the clothes from her body but he couldn't stop holding her beautiful face.

It was when his belt was unclasped that he finally pulled away, looking down at her with lust blown pupils. His eyes swirled with that darkness that she enjoyed, her fingers traced the veins beneath his eyes before her thumb slid over his fang.

"I really missed you." She confessed to him and he softened, his hands finally dropping to her hips to pull her close.

"I missed you too, every day." He uttered, eyes flicking between both of hers.

"But you never came back..." She whispered and he looked down.

"I thought you were gone...I saw you, you looked...you didn't look alive. I couldn't bare coming back to the place that did that to you. I couldn't stand the memory of your body strung up like that." He told her shakily, his hands desperate to keep her with him this time.

"Marcel and I had to rip ourselves free of those nails, Elijah. I could hear you, you would have ran whether I was alive or not-"

"Don't you ever think that." He whispered, his hold tight now, both arms round her waist and her body in his lap. "I would never knowingly leave you for dead." He promised.

Her body rest against him, her face against his broad chest and warming his cold skin.

"I love you, Y/N. I loved you from the second I laid eyes on you." He murmured, lips kissing her shoulder gently after. "You mean more to me than anything. You're family."

"Don't lie to me, Elijah. I know I'll never be your family, I don't think anybody can truly become a Mikaelson. Hayley's the closest anyone can get and that's because she had Klaus's baby and we both know I can't give you a child." She practically whimpered.

Elijah just looked at her for a short while, guilt in his gaze. He could remember when she was human, when she didn't yet know he was vampire. She wanted them to have three children, when she found out he couldn't she thought maybe there could be a spell, there was still hope. However when she turned too, she knew that it was a useless thought and gave up altogether.

They had considered adoption but Y/N worried that if the child wasn't biologically a Mikaelson that they wouldn't truly love or protect the child. Not any of the Mikaelsons.

Of course she'd never verbally expressed that fear but Elijah could tell. Knowing that Klaus could procreate and he couldn't was difficult for him, just like he knew it was difficult for Rebekah knowing her brother could have a baby but she also couldn't.

But seeing Y/N hurt by it too was an extra hit to his heart.

After all these years, he still dreamt of their family. He'd be a much better father than Mikael, and she'd be a much better mother than Esther.

"It's not you who can't give me a child, Y/N." He murmured. "It's me, my fault. You can't blame yourself, I turned you and I took that possibility away but it will not ever change how I feel for you. You are my family, I'd carry you with me for eternity."

It was just difficult to believe with how that family behaved towards outsiders.

"Okay." Y/N whispered, it was clear she was only relenting to try not form an argument and Elijah wanted to be more reassuring but he knew it would only escalate things.

His hand reached to touch hers, hold hers.

"Allow me to court you again." He murmured, wanting to show her their potential again but she laughed softly and shook her head.

"I don't want us back at square one. I want it to be how it was before." She told him, smiling softly. It warmed him.

"I'd like that." He nodded, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "But I still want it to be special, I haven't been able to cherish you for so long now."

"I suppose I won't stop you from a gift or two." She teased and he hummed.

She looked back down at his bare chest and sighed, she'd missed this.

He pulled her back to his chest, coddling her to him and stroking her back lovingly.

The skin to skin wasn't something Elijah experienced often, he only allowed it when he truly loved someone. His mind and body craved it.

Y/N knew how deprived he was right from childhood. So, just like she used to, she pulled her shirt from her body and let the skin of her upper body lay against his.

"You know that I love you?" He whispered and she nodded.

"I just wish you'd talk to me more, I can't be with you if you can't even hold a normal conversation with me Elijah..."

"I know, my sweet. I was just so struck when I saw you and I feared that you could have moved on...with Marcel." He hesitated and she scoffed.

"Oh? And after he was making out with Rebekah? That didn't clue you in, no?" She teased and he looked down with an embarrassed smile.

"I was shy I suppose." He admitted and she smiled.

"You used to be shy all the time." She whispered, stroking his hand and leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips like she used to.

He leaned forward and leant his forehead against hers, a warm smile on his face.

"I'm so glad you're here."

"So am I."

[venusbyline]

tvdu men + their favorite kinks

⚠️: Smut headcanons, female reader, BDSM themes, CNC mentioned, blood and bites mentioned, slight dark content. Damon, Elijah, Jeremy, Kai, Klaus, Kol, Silas and Sfefan headcanons included.

Damon Salvatore

• Blood kink. Damon loves blood. He likes hurting you during sex as many ways as possible, hitting you until blood comes out, marking you, biting you... Every way he can see you writhing and asking for more, or crying in pain/pleasure and begging him to stop (but without saying your safe word, because you actually DON'T WANT him to).

• Primal kink. If you're human, Damon likes acting as you're his prey. He hunts you on a deserted road, especially giving you a little time before he starts really hunting you, like hide and seek.

Elijah Mikaelson

• Master/slave. In my opinion, Elijah's one of the most canonically sadistic characters of the show, all of it just hidden in his fake perfection's mask . The master and slave dynamic it's perfect for him. You worship him, even when he tells you to rub your slutty pussy on his social shoes while you give him a head, making you cum just like that and then demanding you bend over and lick your own juices on his shoes. You also wear white lingerie and stay with your handcuffed hands behind your back for hours, willing to do whatever he tells you to do, thanks to your limits already pre-established well in advance.

Jeremy Gilbert

• Choking (before his Hunter's Mark). Jeremy was a real soft boyfriend, so switch but more on the sub side. He loved being choked, feeling your fingers squeezing his throat as you rode him fast, his hands holding your hips but without controlling your moves, just feeling the heat of your skin.

• Spanking (after his Hunter's Mark). This Jeremy's version it's much more dominant. He's so strong and hot... He loves to lay you down on his knee and spank your ass until it's burning red. Just like he also loves hiting you with his belt if you were being too bratty before.

Kai Parker

• CNC. Wow, Kai's a "human" red flag and that's why I love him. He has such dark desires, you couldn't help but be scared the first time he told you about his CNC/rapeplay kink. It took a while for you to convince yourself, but after you exposed your limits, you knew that it could happen at any moment and you always get excited waiting for it. Your whining while he hurts you and "forces" you to do these things it's a spur to both of you. The chase, the begging, the crying, the blood...

Klaus Mikaelson

• Choking. When he's fucking you, he doesn't miss the opportunity to grab your neck tightly, watching you gasp for air as his hand cuts off your breath, fucking you harder and hearing your strangled moans.

• Degradation. He loves to humiliate you (but only during sex). Calling you degrading pet names and making you feel worthless and pathetic. When it's the aftercare time, the first things he does it's lie down next to you, hugging you and fill you with so much soft words, proving tthat everything he said before wasn't true.

Kol Mikaelson

• Daddy kink. He's not that rough on relationships, we know that (isn't that right, Davina?). But he still likes being dominating you during sex, even if in a soft way. He likes you calling him daddy and acting like his submissive little girl. He punishes you as many times as you need but always spoils you if you're a good girl to him.

Silas

• Degradation & Edging. Silas's so... Silas. So hot and sarcastic. He loves degrading you sometimes, but he's more mocking than Klaus. I guess that's why I also picture him as someone with an Edging kink. He doesn't just degrades you and treats you as someone less than him, but he also shows that by denying your orgasms for HOURS, and after he's satisfied seeing your crying and pleading, he makes you cum until you squirt and say your safe word. Just like Klaus, the moment sex it's over he treats you like his goddess.

Stefan Salvatore

• Primal kink (as Ripper). Ripper Stefan's so cruel and dark... He loves Primal Roleplay. He's addicted to chasing you as if you were his prey, as if you were just one of the stupid humans he feeds on. You play this prey role very well, even allowing him to feed on you at these times.

• Pet play. Stefan in his (considerably) normal sane state isn't as so dominant and rough, but he's yet a little kinky. You're his bunny, he wants you to play this role very well during this roleplay tok. Wearing lingerie, plugs with tails, acting slightly like a bunny...

[lillyrob]

How I feel asking for a Pt 2 😔

[lunajay33]

Target

•🩵🪽•

Summary: You’ve always been the quiet girl of the friend group between you Bonnie, Caroline and Elena, they convince you to go to the ball but when things go wrong Jeremy becomes your night in shinning armour

Pairing: Jeremy Gilbert x f!reader

Warning: Bullying

•Masterlist•

I grew up with my best friends, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie, they were all so outgoing and had no problem getting guys I mean Elena has two brothers in love with her and Matt still love her

But I was always the quiet one that no body seemed to take a second look at

“Come on y/n you have to go to the ball” Caroline whined as they all came and sat with me around the lunch table

“Oh I don’t know I don’t have a date”

“Who cares you can still have fun with us” Bonnie smiled

I shrugged with a little smile and they knew that was my way of saying yes

“Great you better be there tonight or we’re dragging you out of the house” Elena said as she ran off to Stefan

•

I tied up the back of my dress and did the final touches to my hair and makeup, breathing out a sigh of anxiety I got in my car and headed to the town ball, my dress a pale shimmer blue with a corset left over from my family as I was part of a founding family of this town

Parking my car I got out and walked towards the entranced where music was already started and people dancing around or sipping on champagne

Before I got inside I was stopped by a hand on my waist

“Well don’t you look beautiful” my heart skips a beat and I turn to see Jeremy Gilbert, the guy I’ve loved since we were kids but I know Caroline and Elena would judge me

“You look quite dashing yourself Jeremy” he smiles as he hooks his arm with mine leading me inside

“And where is your date tonight?” I ask surprised the hottest guys I town doesn’t have one

“Don’t have one, the girl I want to ask is forbidden” he says as he gives me a longing look as he leads me onto the dance floor taking my waist in one hand and my hand in the other and swaying to the music

“Do I know this mystery girl?”

“Oh you know her very well, she’s gorgeous, quiet, shy, oh and my sisters friend”

“Bonnie I assume” I sigh a bit upset

“No not Bonnie, she’s here tonight wearing a blue dress that makes me want to drool” my cheeks flush and I’m at a loss for words

As I open to say something back I’m interrupted

“Y/n what are you doing dancing with Jeremy, don’t tell me you were desperate enough for a date you ask your best friends little brother” Caroline mocks

“I….he was being nice he wanted to dance Caroline” I stutter, she could be really harsh sometimes

“That’s kind of pathetic using my brother” Elena chimes in, I look back up at Jeremy and he looks angry, he was always sweet to me that’s why I love him

“I’m sorry I just wanted to have fun” I said as I felt Jeremy’s warm hand on my lower back rubbing up and down

They took their glasses of champagne and doused me in it getting everyone’s attention completely embarrassing me

I turn and run outside as I hear them laughing, letting the tears fall when I get to the bench that over looks the lake

What did I do to make them hate me I thought we were best friends, would it be so wrong for me to love someone as nice as Jeremy

“Hey are you okay?” Jeremy asks as he sits next to me

“I guess, probably my fault anyways I know they like to pick on anything I do” his hand comes to pull me close to his chest

“It’s not your fault they’re just cruel and they’re not your friends if they treat you like that, you deserve someone who treats you like the princess you are”

“You’re just saying that because I’m soaked in champagne and my makeup is ruined”

“No im saying this because I love you” he says tipping my head up so I look at him

“You do?”

“Of course I do I’ve loved you from the moment Elena brought you over when we were young”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to make you chose”

“I love you too Jeremy, and after what just happened I don’t think I have to chose anymore” he leans down as he pulls me into a kiss deep and passionate, having been craving this forever

“I’ve wanted that for so long Angel”

“Me too now how about we get out of here and get some food and milkshakes”

“It would be my pleasure”