#elijah mikealson smut

[klausmikaelsonsmommy]

Dick Descriptions ft. Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, and Elijah Mikaelson

(Klaus will be in a separate post)

Look at Elijah all cute and smiling, God I wanna suck his di-

Stefan Salvatore:

Stefans dick is average in length and is slightly above average in girth

His shaft is almost the same shade as his skin it's just a couple shades lighter

Stefan doesn't really do much with his pubic hair it's naturally thin and it doesn't grow very long

He just cleans it up a bit every once in awhile so it's not too messy

His balls sit up quite high like Klaus' but his is mostly due to age

Damon Salvatore:

Contrary to popular belief bigger is not always better, Damon Salvatore is proof of that

Based off his attitude and ego alone you'd assume his dick was HUGE, but you'd be wrong

Damon's cock is about 5 inches in length and it's pretty normal when it comes to girth

Not that you mind at all

He knows exactly what to do with it

Damon's shaft is a creamy beige and the head of his cock a light brown

Damon's balls don't drop as low as Elijah's but they don't sit up as high as Klaus' either

Like his brother Stefan, Damon's balls sit somewhere in the middle

Damon is naturally good at sex, his cock reaching the right depths and his hips angling perfectly as he rolls them

It's one of the main reasons Katherine kept coming back for more

While Damon does have a light happy trail you will not find a single hair below his belt

In fact Damon is surprisingly hairless over all; hair on his head, and arms aside

And of course the happy trail

Can't forget the happy trail

Damon loves the happy trail and so do you

Elijah Mikaelson:

Elijah Mikaelson's cock is 6 inches long but when I tell you he is THICK

His cock definitely will stretch you out and let everyone after him know exactly who your cunt belongs to

Not that they'll ever find out because the stretch his cock provides is absolutely addictive

No wonder Katherine came back for more

His cock is tan like his skin and the head a lovely shade of rose pink

Elijah isn't shaved bare but he doesn't let his pubic hair roam freely either

He keeps his thick, dark curls trimmed and fresh down there much like a woman's landing strip

However if a bare sex is what you'd prefer like his brother Niklaus he will not hesitate to bend to your will and rid himself of his bothersome pubic hairs

Elijah's balls hang low and slap against your cunt as he fucks you from behind

[wholoveseggs]

HIII 🫶🏼 was wondering if you can make something about how Elijah/reader have been together/married for centuries and shes never felt jealous over Elijah with somebody else before so she doesn’t know how it feels like and she sees hayley with Elijah and she’s experiencing jealously for the first time and it ends with Elijah reassuring her with fluff and smut 😭😭

Eyes for you.

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

Amidst the clinking of glasses and strained smiles, you find yourself feeling jealous of the way Hayley is interacting with your husband... Until he shows you exactly why you shouldn't be feeling that way.

~Thanks for the request anon(s) ♡♡ I hope you don't mind me combining the two ideas. I made this as a sort of sequel to Dinner can wait~

~I've gotten sooo many requests in the last few days - I love them all, but it will take me some time to catch up ♡♡ thanks for your patience~

4.1k words - Warnings: smut, drama, oral, semi-public sex, slight dom!elijah...

{Moodboard->}

It was supposed to be a nice family outing. A dinner where everyone would just get together and enjoy themselves. But as the evening went on, your stomach had been churning, the food on the plate in front of you forgotten.

You hadn't even been able to eat more than a few bites, your appetite gone. Elijah kept a hand on your thigh under the table, his thumb rubbing circles, a small smile on his face. His brown eyes were soft as they stared at you.

But it didn't help.

You could see the way Hayley looked at him. Her beautiful hazel eyes were bright as they stared at your husband. Her plump red lips were curved into a flirty smile, and you knew that Elijah was enjoying her company.

He was always fond of Hayley. Even if he would deny it. You had seen the way his gaze lingered on her during dinner, the way he had leaned a little bit closer to her as she talked, how his own smile widened.

He was handsome, and the women around you knew it, all trying to gain his attention. You usually found it amusing, even a bit of an ego boost for you, knowing that you had what everyone else wanted.

But now, you felt insecure. Hayley was more than just a passing woman who wanted your husband. She was a part of the family, the mother to his beloved niece.

And she was beautiful. Her brown hair had been pulled into a bun, the baby hairs around her hairline curled. Her dark eyeshadow made her eyes stand out.

You shifted in your seat, taking a sip of your wine, trying to focus on the conversations around you. Freya was telling a story about the newest witch she had met. Kol was laughing, his mouth full of food.

"So, Y/n, what are your plans for the weekend?" Rebekah asked.

You swallowed thickly, glancing at her. "Elijah and I are going on a little getaway."

Rebekah raised her brows, smiling softly. "That sounds lovely. Where are you guys going?"

"We're going to this new winery a few hours away. We will leave tomorrow morning." Elijah spoke, his hand moving to the back of your neck, gently squeezing. "I need a break from work, and my darling wife deserves a vacation."

"That sounds so romantic, you guys should bring back some wine for me." Hayley said, smiling sweetly at Elijah.

You clenched your jaw, forcing a smile on your face. "Of course, anything for you, Hayley."

Elijah frowned, turning his head to look at you. He gave you a look, and you sighed, closing your eyes. You took a deep breath, you hated feeling this way, it made you irrational and stupid. You had nothing to be jealous about.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies' room." You said, standing up.

"I'll join you," Rebekah said, and you nodded and followed her.

The two of you walked to the restroom, your steps were hurried, and your hands shook.

"What's wrong?" Rebekah asked, frowning.

"Nothing, I'm fine." You said, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were a little glassy.You began to touch up your make-up, trying to distract yourself. 

"You don't seem fine, tell me what's going on." Rebekah said, stepping closer to you.

"It's just-," you took a deep breath, trying to calm your beating heart. "Hayley and Elijah."

"What about them?"

"Hayley is clearly into him, it's driving me crazy. It's ridiculous, I shouldn't be feeling this way." You said, looking at her.

Rebekah raised her brows, smiling slightly. "Well, well, the almighty y/n, is feeling jealousy for the first time in a thousand years."

"Yeah, and I know I'm being irrational, that's why I excused myself. I just need a minute." You said, rolling your eyes.

"Hayley is harmless." Rebekah said, gazing into the mirror. She fixed her dress, making sure it was laying perfectly on her body.

"She's been flirting with him all night and Elijah has done nothing to stop it." You said, lowering your voice.

"He's just being polite," Rebekah said, studying her nails. "But if it makes you feel better, we can always put Hayley in her place. Remind her that Elijah is very much married," she looked at you, raising her brows.

You snorted, shaking your head. "I'm not going to be petty, no matter how much I want to."

"You are so much stronger than me," Rebekah chuckled, linking her arm with yours as you left the bathroom.

As you and Rebekah reached the table, you could see Hayley was giggling, her hands resting on Elijah's bicep. She leaned in close to him, her lips almost brushing against his ear. Elijah's eyes had darkened, his brow furrowed as he whispered something in her ear, his lip curved into a smirk.

Your heart clenched as you watched him. A pang of envy swept through you and you let out a shaky breath. Rebekah gave you a sympathetic smile, squeezing your arm.

Elijah noticed you standing there, and looked at you, his brown eyes worried. He excused himself from Hayley, moving to you, he wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you to your seat.

"Are you alright, my love? You seem flushed," Elijah murmured.

"I'm alright, too much wine," You replied, avoiding his gaze.

Elijah didn't believe you, but wasn't about to start an argument in front of everyone. So he settled for tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You smiled at his action, your heart fluttering slightly. No matter how angry and jealous you might be at him, he always seemed to know what to do to make you feel a little bit better.

As dinner went on, you saw that Hayley kept staring at Elijah out of the corner of your eye and it made your stomach turn. The way her eyes gazed at him with such affection. Elijah didn't even seem to notice. Instead he chatted with his brothers and sisters, his hand never leaving yours. His thumb caressed your knuckles, rubbing soothing circles on them.

Klaus brought out his phone and started sharing pictures and videos of his daughter. Elijah was grinning ear to ear, commenting on every single thing he was shown. The sounds of laughter around you made your chest swell, you felt good to see your family enjoying themselves.

Hayley seized this opportunity, shuffling closer to Elijah, leaning into him as she showed him her own videos of Hope. She would poke his shoulder and give him that innocent little smile. You clenched your jaw as you saw her press her breasts against his arm, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

You didn't like feeling this insecure and irrational, but you couldn't help it. The envious feeling was growing as you watched them interact. Elijah's brown eyes were soft as he gazed at Hayley. Smiling as he said something that made her laugh, head tilting back.

You couldn't help but compare yourself to her, you weren't as thin or as beautiful. You were taller, your breasts were bigger and your eyes wider. You usually weren't self conscious about your own looks, but today, you felt inadequate. She seemed like a more fitting partner for your husband.

You wanted to leave the restaurant, but you didn't want to make a scene. It was obvious that Elijah hadn't really noticed what was happening and you didn't want to look like a jealous wife.

"Excuse me, I would like to make a toast," Hayley said, raising her voice slightly. Everyone's heads turned to look at her, and you followed suit.

She stood up, her gaze focused on Elijah. You suddenly had a bad feeling, and you wanted to look anywhere but her, to keep from showing how upset you were.

"I just want to say," Hayley started, her hands clasped together. "Elijah, I've always admired you. You've always been so kind and generous to me and my daughter,"

You looked up at Elijah, and you could see his surprise, his brows raised. Hayley continued, "Over the past couple of years, I've grown to love and respect you, and I just wanted you to know that." She took a breath, and then reached a hand to touch Elijah's cheek. Your own heart started pounding.

Elijah stared up at her with confusion in his brown eyes, and Hayley laughed nervously. You were aware of the way Freya, Kol, Klaus, and Rebekah were watching you, but you couldn't take your eyes off of Elijah, to see how he responded.

She pulled back her hand slowly, then grabbed a hold of the champagne in front of her, swirling it around as she took a breath and held it out to him.

"To Elijah." Hayley said, smirking down at him.

He clinked his glass against hers. His own brown eyes were glazed with surprise as he held her gaze. He smiled softly, murmuring "thanks" under his breath.

You clenched your jaw, your fingers gripped the table cloth as you fought the urge to say something snarky, or throw something. Elijah turned to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

"I'm fine." You forced a smile as you took a deep breath.

He kissed your cheek, lingering his lips on your skin, his hand patted your side. You wished you could simply pull his face to yours and make him forget about everyone but you.

Your emotions threatened to get the better of you and you just wanted to leave the restaurant already, and be alone with your husband.

The end of the night couldn't come soon enough, and you all got into your respective cars. You and Elijah left the restaurant, the car ride quiet as you stared out the window.

"You're awfully quiet, what's wrong, love?" Elijah asked, his brows furrowing.

"Nothing." You said.

"Y/n." He frowned, his hand squeezing your thigh. You sighed, shrugging your shoulders.

"I don't want to argue in the car, you should focus on the road." You said, keeping your eyes forward.

You could feel his gaze boring into you, his hand moved to yours, bringing it up to his lips. He kissed the back of your hand softly.

"When we get home, you are going to tell me why you're so upset." He murmured against your skin.

When the two of you finally returned home, you immediately went to the bedroom. Your shoulders were tense, your chest was tight and your stomach churning.

Elijah followed behind you, watching as you undressed, taking off your dress, throwing it into the laundry basket. Your jaw was clenched, and he stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Elijah-" You started, but he cut you off with a kiss to your neck, his arms tightening their hold. His hands pressed against your stomach, and you felt his nose bumping your ear. His lips were soft as they explored the skin of your neck, nibbling it softly.

He turned you around and your hands came to his jaw. His lips were upturned, his brown eyes were warm. He cocked his head, gazing down at you.

"Tell me what's wrong." He whispered.

"It's stupid, I'm just feeling insecure." You said, looking into his dark eyes. Elijah frowned, bringing his thumb up to stroke your cheek.

"Why?" He asked, his brows furrowed.

You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting back your emotions. He could always get a sense of whether or not you were telling the truth.

"I just-," you sucked in a breath, closing your eyes. "Hayley clearly likes you,"

"I think she actually used the word love." Elijah teased, his brows raised. You glared at him and he chuckled softly.

"Is that why you've been so tense all evening? You were jealous?" He asked, pulling you flush against him.

You let out a shaky breath, avoiding his gaze. "Well you didn't exactly try to dissuade her." You mumbled, your hands pressed against his chest.

"Do you know what I was thinking about all night? How much I wish we didn't have to sit through dinner at the restaurant, and how much I wish we were alone, right here in our bed." Elijah whispered, and you felt your heart flutter.

"I've only ever had eyes for you, my love," He murmured, resting his forehead against yours. "My darling, you were the only woman I saw. Hayley could have been naked on top of me, and I wouldn't have been interested."

You smiled slightly at that, your hands resting on his shoulders. Elijah gazed into your eyes, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"Do you need me to show you? Remind you how much I love you?" He murmured, his face inches from yours.

"How would you show me?" You whispered. His brown eyes flickered with lust as he grinned, pulling back slightly. He brought his hands up to his tie, yanking it loose before pulling it off of his neck.

He smirked, wrapping the tie around his fist, slowly backing you up against the wall. Your breath was caught in your throat as you gazed up at him.

Elijah easily pinned you up against the wall, wrapping the tie around your wrists, and securing them above your head. You sucked in a sharp breath as he put his hand against your neck, his touch gentle.

"I don't like seeing you upset," Elijah whispered, his lips brushing against yours. "Not when I can make you feel better." He punctuated his sentence with a kiss to your jaw, then your neck.

"You're all I've ever wanted. You're the only woman I've ever loved and the only woman I've been attracted to. You're the love of my life," Elijah spoke, his tone soft and sincere. His breath fanned against your lips, and you parted them as he pressed his against yours.

He kissed you gently, his tongue swiping over yours slowly. You gasped, your wrists straining against the tie. His hands tightened around your wrists as he pushed you against the wall.

He broke the kiss, his eyes looking down at you. "Do you remember our first time together?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. You smiled slightly, a fond memory resurfacing.

"On a blanket under the stars. The only light was the moon, and you were so beautiful." Elijah smiled, his hand tilting your chin so you would look up at him. "How old were we? Seventeen?"

"It was a beautiful night, after hours of you telling me about the constellations. I had to shut you up somehow." You giggled before he pressed his lips against yours.

"It's a beautiful night tonight as well, we should go out, like we did back then. Make love under the stars." He spoke, brown eyes filled with affection.

Before you could answer he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your tied wrists around his neck. He walked past the bed and grabbed a blanket on the way, then carried you outside.

The cool night air seeped into your skin, but you didn't mind, Elijah kept you warm, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck. He set you down and laid out the blanket on the grass.

The backyard was illuminated by moonlight, and you could see the stars glistening in the sky. Elijah pulled you down with him, laying with you, his lips reconnecting with yours. Your body melted as he deepened the kiss, and you let out a small moan.

Elijah chuckled softly, hands roaming your body, fumbling with the lacy straps of your bra. "My darling, I don't think we'll need this tonight." His hands moved to the front clasp, expertly undoing it.

You loved it when Elijah undressed you. His large hands touched every inch of your skin. His lips always followed a path that was outlined by his fingertips. You watched him take off your panties, enjoying how his eyes darkened with lust and his smile curled.

Your hands ached to feel him, but they were still bound. Elijah kept you pressed against the soft blanket, spreading your legs for him.

He trailed a line of kisses down your stomach, not letting his lips miss any patch of skin. Your thighs trembled with excitement as you felt his breath ghost over your pussy. He grabbed your thighs, spreading them wider as he licked a stripe up.

You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt his tongue, circling your clit before slipping inside you. Your breath hitched in your throat, and your hands trembled in their restraints as you ran them clumsily through his hair.

Elijah could stay in between your thighs all day. He remembered that first night together so vividly, remembering the way you had moaned and gripped his hair. Everything about you was intoxicating, and he never wanted the moment to end.

Your hips jerked up as you felt a coil grow in your core, your orgasm building. Elijah was coaxing it out of you, his lips sucking on your clit. A guttural moan escaped you, your back arching off of the ground.

His strong hands pressed against your hips to keep them still as his tongue moved quicker, coaxing every bit of pleasure from you. You could feel tears forming in your eyes, and you moaned Elijah's name desperately.

Elijah pulled away from you, a wicked smile on his face as he leaned up to kiss you deeply. He was still fully clothed, his hair messy and face glistening with the evidence of your pleasure.

"I love you so much, darling." He whispered against your lips. His fingers ran over your breasts, descending further down your body. He dipped a finger inside you, and you let out a soft gasp.

"Tell me about our first night together, Love." He said, slowly pushing in another finger, smiling as you moaned.

You trembled under his hands, and Elijah's eyes darkened as he watched you, loving the way you gave in to his touch.

"We had both snuck out, you told me to meet you in the clearing..." you said, cheeks red. Elijah pumped his fingers in and out of you, his forehead pressed against yours.

"You had stolen some mead from the cellars, and you brought candles and blankets. Always such a romantic." You moaned. Elijah had added a third finger, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

"Go on." He murmured, speeding up his movements. You cried out, squirming under him. He pressed down on your stomach with his other hand.

"You had led me over to the blankets. We'd barely drank the mead. And you told me that-"

"I told you that I had loved you for a very long time. I could hardly believe how lucky I was, finally being able to hold you in my arms." Elijah finished, his mouth twitching into a smile.

He kept fingering you, holding your gaze as you gasped. "You were so timid when I took your dress off, and I kept kissing you, murmuring about how beautiful you were." He said, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers.

You sucked in a breath and threw your head back, moaning as you climaxed. Elijah chuckled as he pulled out his wet fingers. He kissed your lips softly, brushing the stray hairs off of your face. He undid his tie from around your wrists, freeing your hands, and pulling you to his chest.

"I remember the way you looked at me when I made love to you." Elijah smirked, eyes falling to your naked figure, one of his hands tangled in your hair. He pecked your lips again. "I remember how tight and warm you felt, and how amazing it felt being inside you for the first time."

Your hands began to unbutton his shirt. You panted against his lips, sitting up. Elijah sat up with you, shrugging his shirt off and tossing it aside. His hands rubbed your arms gently, encouraging you.

You smiled, kissing his chest. His heartbeat quickened, his breath hitching as you moved over him. Your hands played with his belt, while your lips explored his skin. Elijah stared up at you through dark eyelashes, his hand brushed through your hair and then guided your head up. He pressed his lips against yours, smiling as you moaned into the kiss.

Soon you were both naked, the rest of his clothing discarded somewhere in the backyard. Elijah hovered over you, gazing down at you with affection glinting in his eyes.

"I love you, I wish you could see yourself the way I do." He murmured, cupping your cheek. You reached a hand up, intertwining your fingers with his.

He kissed your lips, lining himself up, before slowly easing in, swallowing your gasps. His hips moved slowly, his length filling you in the best way. You curled a hand around his bicep, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"You're so beautiful, my darling." Elijah cooed, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You arched your back, biting your lip. Your nails dug into his arms as he picked up the pace, his groans were muffled. He pulled back and kissed you again, his tongue battling yours as you moaned against his mouth.

You didn't need anyone else when you had Elijah. The way he touched you and praised you made you feel euphoric. No one could compare to your husband. He was all you needed, even after one thousand years of marriage.

"Elijah." You gasped his name, hands gripping his arms. He pounded into you faster, and your head spun as you neared your climax. Elijah's hands found yours as you tensed, coming undone. He gasped, grunting your name as he buried himself deep inside, filling you with his cum, collapsing onto you.

You were both covered in sweat, gasping for breath. You sighed softly as he pulled out, laying down beside you and bringing your body against his. You pressed a hand over his racing heart, feeling comforted at the sound.

Elijah's fingers slipped through your hair, he gazed down at you, his eyes glinting.

"I really mean it, you know. You're the only woman I ever want to be with." He spoke, his smile made you melt.

"I know." You whispered, kissing his chest softly.

He pulled the blanket over you, his gaze loving as he ran his hands over your body. Elijah was always so intimate after the two of you had sex, murmuring endearing words, and worshiping every bit of skin he could get his hands on. His thumb brushed against your cheek, and you snuggled closer to him, enjoying his affection.

"I'm sorry I got jealous earlier." You said softly, playing with the blanket.

Elijah let out a soft laugh, kissing the top of your head. "You had no reason to be jealous, I'll never be interested in Hayley," He moved one hand down your body, squeezing your ass. "Because I have you."

Your laugh made his heart stutter. Elijah let his hands brush over you, taking care to touch you in all the right places.

"What else do you remember about our first time together?'' He asked, nipping at your ear.

You blushed as memories flooded back, suddenly feeling shy, though the sensation didn't come very often anymore.

"How clumsy you were and how sweet," you spoke, remembering how desperate Elijah had been to please you.

"You kept apologizing whenever you thought you did something wrong." You said. Elijah's face was pressed against your neck. You turned towards him and lifted his head up, smiling at the bashful look on his face. "Not that I knew any better," you teased.

Elijah chuckled and pressed his lips against yours. One of your hands moved down his sculpted chest and stomach. Your hands always gravitated towards him, no matter how many times you had explored his body over the centuries.

"So, about our trip tomorrow." He murmured against your mouth. You let out a soft sigh, hands wrapped around his neck.

"Yes, my love?" You asked, lips ghosting over his.

"Don't bother bringing many clothes," Elijah teased, smirking against your mouth. You giggled softly, kissing his smile.

"Any reason why?" You whispered, one of your hands moving through his hair.

"Because we're not going to leave the bed."

{Moodboard->}

[spnandtvdudeservedbetter]

Elijah Mikaelson NSFW

if you’re under 18 DNI. It is your knowledgable decision to read things meant for an adult audience; you have been warned

 Author’s Note: this is basically sex with Elijah but in the form of headcanon/ with mini imagines throughout; wrote this on valentines day; how fitting lmao.

Reblog if ur awesome lol

Shall we begin???

- he loves to choke you like he knows the sight of his hands alone can make a woman melt 

- eye contact all the eye contact even with the most difficult sex positions he’ll flip you over just to see your eyes as he brings you over the edge. 

     - speaking of edges, Elijah likes to edge you whenever you disobey him, whether it’s because he’s feeling possessive because you jokingly flirted with his brothers or because you put yourself in a dangerous situation.

He’ll bind you to the bed, strap a vibrator to your inner leg ensuring your most sensitive place will be overstimulated. Of course,the vibe is remote controlled so he’ll sit there stroking himself as you cry and moan for him; only for him to turn the vibrator off each time you get too close. “Aww is my baby crying for me? How precious, you’re so beautiful like that; doll.”

- mans loves tits, you can’t tell me otherwise. He’ll bite suck and nibble on yours while fingering you passionately. 

- mans has a daddy/sir kink, I’d truly be surprised if he didn’t. The first time you uttered the words “daddy/ Sir please fuck me.” Mid edging session he basically ripped the vibrator off of you and tugged you on top of him, thrusting into your body so hard you had to clutch into his shoulders to not fly off. 

- praise kink so much praise kink, he LOVES it when you tell him how good he is at fucking you, how amazing he makes you feel.

- AND His words alone could make you come like a million times over. He’ll be fucking you so good and be complimenting and praising you like y’all are just hanging out talking.

THIS MANS VOICE IS SO GODDAMN SEXY MY GOD 

- but he’s also so good at being slow and gentle; like mans will hit spots deeper than you thought possible whilst lazily rubbing circles on your clit, god the thought of this plus some light choking and him saying “you’re doing so good for me baby, so fucking good.”

LAWDDD 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

- And if he’s not penetrating you, he loves to have you on his face, sitting all pretty whining for his devilish tongue to make you come so hard you see the stars. He’ll purposefully moan and hum just to bring you over the edge again and again. 

- he also loves to see your mouth wrapped around him,  the sound of you sucking, gagging on his length makes his legs go weak. And you love his moans and whimpers as you let him mouthfuck you,, you can do nothing other than relax your throat and let him have his way.

- He loves the way your eyes look up at him so innocently devoted to his pleasure; “ you're such a good little whore aren’t you baby? Just can’t get enough of this cock can you?” he’ll growl. 

[ladymarvel27]

Elijah: *turns on lamp for reading* Y/N: You might as well call me that lamp. Elijah: Why? Y/N: Because you turn me on. Elijah: *slams book shut*

[elijahslittleprincess]

[piscesbae7]

Elijah Mikaelson when you’re being a brat.

┊ ⋆ !!SMUT!! ┊ DNI if that makes you uncomfortable . ┊ . . . ┊

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“You better drop the attitude, dearest. Otherwise, I assure you, you will not be pleased with the consequences.” The original warned, taking a step closer to you.

“You may be a control freak but you can’t control me. I’m not your fuckin’ slave!” you snap back.

That was entirely too much for him to take, his blood boiled as he thought of you chatting with his youngest brother Kol earlier that day, and he naturally assumed he had corrupted you.

“Apologize this instant or I shall forget that I am a feminist.” He threatened, the anger so prominent in his luscious brown eyes that it seemed he could burn you just with his gaze.

“You won’t really do anything. You’re all talk, Elijah.” You taunted, too far gone to realize what was to come.

He stalked towards you, delicately lifting his hand and lovingly stroking your cheek, before roughly pulling you in and placing his lips beside your ear.

“Now you will be solely responsible for whatever happens to your throat, dearest.” He said into your ear, unbuckling his leather belt with his free hand.

And, at that moment, you realized that shallow apologies and your screams won’t help you get his benevolent forgiveness anymore.

“Get on your knees.” He spoke.

“I’m sorry ‘Lijah, I was just kidding.” You pleaded, flashing him a faux innocent look.

“I said, get on your knees.” He commanded, glaring daggers at you.

You quickly obeyed, knowing better than to taunt him any further.

Stupid girl, what have you gotten yourself into - You thought to yourself as he pulled out his hard cock, roughly thrusting himself into your now open mouth without warning.

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[xosharieee]

His Perfect Angel

Elijah mikaelson x reader!

"I will not tolerate such vulgar things to come out of your mouth Y/n he said cupping your jaw .

"Do you understand if i hear anything that is unpleasant to my ears you will be punished ." Elijah said sternly.

God you had such a sweet face but a dirty mouth , not wanting to test Elijah you nodded your head . "Yes sir " you whispered in defeat , Elijah could appear soft , kind and loving but if you disobeyed him you'd pay.

Cursing wasn't the only thing Elijah didn't like that you did . He also didn't like when you spread your legs to wide your his liking . Every time you did he would put his hand on your thigh, closing the gap between your legs , while his hand lay between your thighs.

"Y/n you will only open your legs for me and me only darling in one else ." He said buttoning his suit . "Yes sir ." Y/n out of breath from their recent activities.

He absolutely despised it when you would drink . He would only allow it when you were at an event ,only allowing champagne. Once when you had been drinking wine , he immediately took the wine bottle away . "Spit it out now." He said disposing of the bottle , you obeyed heading towards the sink you had were afraid of being punished and he knew it .

"If you are thirsty from now on come to me first, I'll gladly give you something to drink " He said smiling menacingly

You didn't understand him at the time ,when said that but you would soon come to know the meaning behind his words.

He also made it known that you were his and no one else's , if anyone ever touched you in a way he didn't see fit he'd most likely tear their hearts out . 

"Oh come on Y/n I won't tell anyone " the drunk man said grabbing your arm hard and dragging you to a dark alley. All the sudden you  you felt something wet hit your face , it was blood , you looked around and the suited original. You looked at him shocked " I apologize if frightened you Y/n ,I simply didn't like they way he touched you ." Elijah throwing his heart on to the ground .

You hissed as he rubbed the aloe Vera on your ass , you had been spanked . "So I guess you won't be going out to without my permission anymore ." Elijah said rubbing your reddened ass .

"Yes S-Sir " you stuttered , whimpering from the pain .

And you couldn't forget the way you dressed , he hated when men looked at you like they wanted to tear off all your clothes off, it made his blood boil.

You and Elijah had been invited to a dinner party, he was already ready and had gone early do to some business , going downstairs in you skin tight black dress , hoping Elijah wouldn't be bothered by it . Plus Rebekah had offered to take you since her brother had been occupied at the moment.

When Elijah saw you his hardened, he pulled you aside and headed towards the bathroom.

Pushing you against the wall, ripping the dress from your body .

"So disobedient my love " He said his hand squeezing your breast's hard ." Don't you agree my life love " Elijah said , his free hand going underneath your panties , rubbing you clit harshly .

"Yesss sir " you moaned half terrified of what he would do to you when you got home.

What could you say , you we're his perfect little angel , he didn't like to see you disobey him , he didn't like to punish you but he would no matter how much you begged.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Thirty: Elijah Mikealson + Overstim

Elijah has been fucking you for hours now, or at least that's what it seems like to you. With his relentless thrust, he's never close and never gives up.

It had started all because you had teased him with a short dress during a family dinner with his brother and sisters. It gave little to the imagination. Thighs were on display for everyone to see, and the valley of your breasts was prominent.

Elijah's sisters had given you praises when the two of you arrived. Freya hugged you tightly and gave you a knowing look as she saw your sundress. Rebekah had embraced you just like her sister had, but when you released each other gave you a twirl of her wrist. Wanting you to show off the dress to her.

The eyes of his brothers were what you assumed pissed him off first. Klaus had raked his eyes over you when you first arrived, but Kol was handsy with his hug holding you hostage almost.

His cock had your hole bruised and swollen. "I told you that Kol was no good. I bet you just loved him touching you." He groaned. You've been shaking your head, trying to make him believe you, but he won't stop fucking you.

"I. DON"T. BELIEVE. YOU." With every word, he gave a hard and mean thrust. Skin slapping against skin, Elijah's fingers were bruised into your skin, but as much as you hated how you had gotten here.

You couldn't dare say that you didn't enjoy Elijah's rough pace and how he had his hand around your throat. You were so cock drunk on Elijah's cock that you didn't notice him reach over to the side table drawer and pull out one of your toys.

Your bright pink vibrator buzzed in his hand. Before you even notice the loud buzzing of your toy, you can feel the buzzing hit your swollen clit. "ELI… I can't>" You're so deep that you try anything to push away from the overstimulation of the vibrator. His thumb has been okay playing with your clit gently, but this is horrible. It's never-ending.

"IF you want it to stop, then you gotta cum, just one more time, baby. Cum on cock tell me you own this pretty little soaked pussy." Your head rolls back into the satin pillowcase, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum around Elijah's cock. "Hmm, such a good girl…" He groans as his thrust lose their rhythm.

Elijah's head falls into the corner of your neck and shoulder when he hits his high, leaking into you. "I'm sorry, Eli," You whisper to him. He picks up his head. Hazel's eyes look into yours, "It's alright, sweetness; I might have overreacted." You smile before pressing a small kiss onto his plump lips.

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Posted on: 10/30/23

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Elijah Mikaelson: A Promise

Warnings: Maybe a tad bit of violence, swearing.

Plot: After you had been captured by some vampires, Elijah makes a promise to protect you at all costs.

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I had heard them before I saw them, the voices close but distant. A pain like never before throbbed from my head down my neck and to my left shoulder. I winced as I tried to lift my head, seeming impossibly heavy at the moment. What happened? Where was I?

“Ah!” One said enthusiastically, “She’s awake. Perfect!” A rough hand grabbed at a handful of my hair and yanked it upright. A gasp fell from my lips as the pain soared through my body even more. “What a pretty little thing you are…” The same one snarled and I felt his breath on my neck but I didn’t dare open my eyes.

“Are you sure we’re doing the right thing? That Elijah guy seems like the real deal.” Another spoke, his voice filled with worry.

The hand left my hair and whoever was close to me had left my side. “Quit it, Paul!” They shouted, “We can finally win against those son of bitches.” I finally decided to open my eyes and look around to see where I was.

I seemed to be in an abandoned building tied to one of the supporting beams, the ground was trashed with old newspapers and other rubbish. There was broken windows and graffiti over the walls.

The two men were bickering off the side of me and I went to lift my head but my vision swirled and spun. A groan left my lips involuntarily, a small whimper escaped as well.

“Oh, isn’t this poor little thing in pain?” The same one cooed and lifted my head with his finger. His face shifted to his vampire one and he snarled at me, showing his fangs. “It’s too bad Elijah can’t save you, I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realised that you’re dead.”

My eyes widened as I realised what all this was for; Elijah had killed one of their members a few weeks back for what reason I still didn’t know. Elijah didn’t tell me the gruesome details of his kind, not wanting me to view him or his family different, even though I never would. They wanted pay back for what Elijah had done, and what better way then kidnapping his girlfriend and killing her?

“You’re making a mistake.” I blurt out then, my voice hoarse and dry.

The same guy raised his eyebrows, “oh, how’s that?”

I could feel my heartbeat increase as tried to think of an answer. “Elijah is an original, much stronger than you two combined. He’ll kill you the first chance he gets, but he will make it painful like no other pain you’ve ever experienced before.”

The other guy who seemed reluctant rolled his shoulders with a worried look. “Ceder…”

“Shut up Paul, the girl thinks she’s better than us.” The first one smirked.

“No I don’t think I’m better than you, but I know I’m smarter than you and I’m telling you to let me live or you’ll regret it.” I warned.

The first guy, Ceder, laughed dryly. “Alright, I’ve had enough of this brat, time to eat.” He suddenly was in front of me and grabbed me by the shoulders, “And quite frankly, he can hurt me all he wants, I won’t regret this.”

Unbearable pain shout through my neck as his fangs clamped down on my neck, I screamed as the pain shot through my whole body. I vaguely remembered that Elijah said that a vampires bite would hurt bad but would get more pleasurable; this was not becoming pleasurable.

Ceder was torn from above me and I heard a cracking sound, like someone’s bones had snapped. “No one hurts my family and gets away with it.” A heard a familiar voice but my eyes were shut, and my head dropped, too heavy to hold up.

The body dropped, the impact causing the wind to hurt my sweating yet cold face. Another hand cupped my cheek, comforting and familiar. “‘Lijah…” I mumbled.

“Shh,” He whispered, “I’ve got you.” A small smile creeped up on my lips at his comment before I felt something touch my lips, instinctively I pulled away. “It’ll help you Y/N, you only need a little bit.”

I did whatever Elijah said and tasted blood, any other time I would have gagged at it, but I was too weak to care as I swallowed it.

I heard someone yell, almost like they were scared before I heard that same bone cracking sound. I opened my eyes then, seeing Elijah crouched in front of me and Klaus holding a bloody heart in his hand with those two men dead on the floor.

My eyes widened, I had never seen a real heart before, let alone covered in blood. Elijah noticed and blocked my view before lifting me bridal style. I knew he was worried about what I had seen but I didn’t see him or Klaus any differently.

“Let’s get you home, love.” Elijah said then and all I could manage was nod at him as he carried me out.

-

A warm blanket was draped over my body and I turned to see Rebekah was a comforting smile. “How are you feeling? I hope the soup was alright, I don’t normally make food.” She laughed.

“It was good, thank you.” I said and moved closer to the middle of the bed so she could lay beside me. “I wanted to talk to you about something if you had a minute.”

“Of course, what’s wrong?” She asked me.

“I want you to know that I don’t see you guys any different, vampires or not, I don’t care about that. You guys have taken me like your own family and I can’t be anymore thankful.” I explained, my hands sitting in my lap until Rebekah grabbed them and help them.

“Y/N, you’re my sister, I would do anything for you, just like my siblings. You don’t judge us and you don’t think we’re creeps for drinking blood.”

I laughed, “well, I think it’s weird you drink blood but I guess it’s like humans needing water… which I would kind of love right now.” I said, noticing my dry throat.

Rebekah was quick to get me a drink and that’s when I noticed Elijah standing at the doorway of the room. Rebekah came over and said she’d give us some privacy before leaving.

“How-?”

“I’m good Elijah, for the hundredth time already.” I smiled bashfully and picked at my nails. Gosh, they needed doing.

My attention was bought back to Elijah as he came over and moved some hair behind my ears. “I know, I’m just worried that you’re stressed.”

“Well… I am stressed. I was bitten by a vampire, any human would be stressed over that.” Elijah sat beside me and bought me in close to him with his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I sighed and snuggled into him and closed my eyes, the TV in front of us as background noise. There was a silence that came over us then, I could tell there was something else Elijah wanted to say. I sighed again, “Elijah I don’t want you to hide what you are from me.” I looked up at him and he was staring at the TV, though not paying attention to it.

Elijah looked down at me after a few seconds, “I just don’t want you to be scared of me.” There was a glossy glint in his eyes, like he was about to cry. I smile knowingly, leaning up with what little strength I had at the moment and kissed Elijah on the cheek then to his lips.

It was soft and passionate, all the emotions of sadness, anger and confusion mixed into it. We had never kissed like this before. I pulled away after a while, needing air and smiled against his lips.

“I promise I’m not scared of you, not ever.” I whispered. I managed to get up and straddle his waist, linking my arms around his neck and his securely holding my hips. “Can I ask you something?” I said then, pulling away a little more.

“Of course, my love.” Elijah said, smiling at me.

“Can I see it?… Your vampire face.” I didn’t know how else to describe it, but it was the face they all made right before they drank blood, I had seen other peoples, but not his.

“Y/N…-“

“Please ‘Lijah, I want to see. I’m not scared of you, I’m really not.” I played with the strands of hair on the back of his head. I wanted to see who he really was… what he really was. I wanted him to know that I trusted him with my entire being, that nothing he could say or do would ever break my trust with him.

He looked at me a moment longer, like he was contemplating his choices. I wouldn’t forced him… I couldn’t compel him, but I was curious as to what he looked like.

Slowly, his eyes darkened and veins protruding from under them. He didn’t take his eyes off me, going to stop at any moment I may have seemed uncomfortable, but I smiled at him and my fingers traced at the veins under his eyes.

“You’re…” I took a moment to think of the word, “beautiful.” My mind was still fuzzy after today and I was starting to wonder if I was hallucinating all this. To make sure, I leaned in again and kissed him, this time harder than before.

I felt something prick my bottom lip slightly and I pulled away to see his fangs slightly showing.

“I have another question…” I asked, this time more shy then before. Elijah didn’t say anything so I continued, “I want you… to feed of me.” Elijah stared at me, his face not changing, “stop staring at me and say something please.”

“Why?” Is all he asked.

I gulped, and he noticed. “You said to me that it’s pleasurable.” I spoke, I was still in pain though I had been healed and any type of pleasure would make me feel better.

“You’ve already lost too much blood today, you need to rest.” His grip on my hips tightened slightly, I know he wanted to taste my blood, ever since he had told me about how pleasurable it would be for me, it was his way of letting me know. He would never plain out ask me.

“I’m fine Elijah, plus I’ve been curious to how pleasurable it would be.” It wasn’t a lie. Slowly, Elijah took my wrist, never once taking his darkened eyes off me and brought it to his lips.

I gulped again and realised he was waiting for me to give the nod. I did and braced myself, and as his teeth clamped down, I gritted my teeth.

It was painful, but not nearly as bad as the other guy today. Elijah closed his eyes, his other hand holding me close and slowly the pain subsided to something better.

I sighed as a calm washed over me and I bit my lip, wriggling in Elijah’s lap. He hummed and his hand smoothed over my back until it was resting on the back of my neck and he pulled me closer so my head was resting on his chest.

I panted as my eyes drooped, starting to feel tired and a moan slipped from my lips. Elijah suddenly pulled away but I was too tired to take notice as he manoeuvred me to lay on the bed. Something touched my lips and I tasted blood again, this time I took it without pulling away.

A kiss was placed on my forehead and my eyes opened as I saw Elijah wipe away the blood from my lips and I smiled at him. “Ever the gentlemen.”

[sp1d3rzz]

Headcannons

Elijah Mikaelson

Warnings : Mentions and slight descriptions of sex. (Sorry if I missed any.)

13+ ONLY

SFW -

Most definitely the type of man to immediately come to your side of the car and open the door for you. And no matter how many times you insist you can open your own door, he never listens.

Yes, his closet is filled with like 50 suits. All having different colors, patterns, and fabrics. He's quite the collector.

So good at doing hair. Over the many, many years Elijah's been on earth, he picked up a thing or two on how to do hair. Too tired to wash it? Don't worry, just sit back and relax as his hands gently massage shampoo into your hair.

Like literally the best cook. Spent his whole life learning how to cook for him and his family. He's basically a much older version of Gordon Ramsay. Definitely wears an apron while cooking too.

Absolutely hates children. Despises them. Refers to them as "it" and, "thing". Sad part is, he's actually really good with children. Knows how to communicate with them, handle them, and care for them. Just choses not to.

Very clean person. He could see the tiniest spec of dust on the floor and has to deep clean the whole house. An object out of his desired placement? He's yelling at whoever left it like that.

Though Elijah tends to act and speak formally, he doesn't mind lazing around the house every once in a while. Slaps on some boxers and naps for the rest of the day.

And I feel like he would help an old lady across the street, y'know? He's such a gentleman. We stan.

NSFW -

Definitely a praiser. Not like the vanilla praiser, but the teasing praiser instead. "You've done so good, haven't you?" and "Look at this mess. Should I make you clean it up, darling?"

Slow and sensual is his go to. It gives the sex passion and meaning. His favorite position is 100% missionary so he can see your face after every deep and filling thrust.

If he decides you need to be punished for being bad, he'll use his thick fingers to fuck in and out of your hole until you beg him to actually fuck you. And of course, you know he will.

Makes you unbuckle his belt just so you can end up on your knees and getting face fucked until he cums all over your pretty little mouth.

And yes, the aftercare Elijah gives is almost perfect. He'll make sure you're given a nice bath to calm your aching muscles. And once you get out, he'll help you change and lay you down next to him in bed.

Even though he loves using your face as a personal flesh light, he would much rather be yours. Stubble gently scratching your inner thigh as he absolutely fucking devours you. Tongue circling over your most sensitive areas, making you whine and buck your hips against him.

A huge heavy breather. It gives him the power to express how good you make him feel without feeling any less dominant. He might moan or grunt every once in a while though.

Shoots you that seductive but piercing glare whenever you show any shred of attitude. And you immediately know if you keep it up, you'll end in a family restroom getting fucked against the counter as he shoves his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet. "Why must you act so repulsively, hm? I'm beginning to believe you liked to be punished like this.."

[thecitysgraveyard]

can you make headcanons about yandere Elijah mikaelson x fem human reader

yes yes definitely, thank you nonnie for requesting :)

elijah is not like his other siblings and is definitely not like klaus but seeing, walking around, his desire really went up

he didn't know why, it has never happened with him, he's always been the one for logic and reason

he ignored his desire, it ate him away every passing day he didn't listen to his desires

but he finally gave in and walked up to you when you were going around town

he greeted you and you greeted him back, he looked at your face

so innocent and sweet you looked, how pure you looked

he looked at you, admiring all your features

as you both, talked and met each other more, the more possessive elijah got

he wouldn't want anyone to take away your innocence

he wanted it to be him, only and only him

sometimes he used to watch you sleep, he felt bad about it but he kept doing it

he felt a bit guilty but still did it

when you met his siblings, he was behind you, watching his siblings move and introduce themselves

as they were done introducing he came behind you and put his hands on your shoulders and led you out

he didn't dare leave you alone with anyone, including his siblings

once you start dating him

he never wants to leave you and wont

he goes around with you everywhere

never is going to leave

never is going to let you go

[wholoveseggs]

I see ur taking requests 🙈🙈 can u maybe do an Elijah smut where he’s gentle af with reader cuz she’s human 🤭 I think it would be cute.. also I love ur writing

Gentle

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

As movie night with Elijah gets heated, you voice your insecurities and he dispels your fears.

~Thanks for the request anon ♡♡ I believe Elijah is always gentle, unless you ask for him not to be (◕‿↼)~

2.7k words - Warnings: smut, riding, oral sex.

You had been with Elijah for about three months and things had been going well. However, the only problem was that you hadn't had sex yet. You'd wanted to take it slow and he was completely fine with that.

He was a vampire, one with centuries of experience, it intimidated you. He had been nothing but a gentleman and had always treated you with the utmost respect. But the fear still lingered in the back of your mind, was he expecting someone who knew what they were doing? Someone who knew what they liked? What if you couldn't satisfy him? Or he could hurt you, not intentionally of course, but he was a lot stronger than you.

You couldn't voice these fears to him, afraid he would think less of you or leave you. You really didn't want to lose him, especially over this.

That was until one day you were at his place, cozying up to him on the sofa as you watched a movie. There was a particularly erotic scene playing on the screen and it was causing all sorts of reactions in your body. Elijah had an arm draped over your shoulder and you felt his eyes on you. Your breath caught in your throat as his gaze darkened, the desire evident. He looked away, trying to concentrate on the film but you weren't making it easy. The tension in the air was palpable, causing you to squirm slightly. You saw his eyes dart to the movement and the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight smirk. A gasp escaped your lips as he pressed a light kiss against the crook of your neck. You arched into the touch and the hand on your shoulder began tracing up and down your arm. He pulled back, looking deep into your eyes, his gaze full of lust.

"Are you enjoying the movie?" He asked, the smirk evident on his face.

"I, uh…"

"You seem rather distracted." He pressed another kiss against your neck and you could feel the smirk against your skin.

His lips captured yours, the kiss slow and gentle. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands ran down your sides and gripped your waist, pulling you onto his lap. His hands rested on your hips and he hummed into the kiss.

Your hands began to tremble, your heart beating wildly in your chest. This was the most heated the two of you had ever gotten, it was only a matter of time before things progressed. You wanted it, you really did, but you were just so nervous.

"Tell me what's wrong," he mumbled, pulling away from the kiss.

You shook your head. "It's nothing."

"I can sense when you're nervous, it's radiating off you."

You bit your lip, his brown eyes searched your face and you knew he could sense the doubt inside of you. You wanted him, your body was practically screaming out for his, but you were afraid.

"I've never been with a vampire before. What's it like? Is it different for you?" You asked

"I've never had any complaints," Elijah replied, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He could sense that his answer didn't make you feel any better and his expression softened. You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. He took hold of your chin and gently made you look at him.

"You have nothing to be nervous about. It's just you and me here. You don't need to do anything you're not comfortable with." He said

You gave a nod. He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. Your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly, with shaking hands. He watched you closely, smiling softly as he allowed you to pull the garment off his shoulders, tossing it somewhere to the side.

"It does feel different for vampires," he began, his hands slowly moving up your thighs and under your dress. 

"Everything is heightened, each sensation is more intense," he paused to kiss your neck as he pushed up your dress, bunching it around your waist. 

"More pleasurable." He continued, lifting your dress over your head, so you were only in your bra and panties.

You reached around and unhooked your bra, letting it drop, his eyes remained on you the entire time. He grabbed your ass and pulled you closer, a pleasured gasp leaving your lips. His kisses were light, teasing, grazing across the sensitive skin of your neck. You fumbled for his belt, trying to get his pants undone. You felt like your fingers were heavy and clumsy, as you struggled to unbutton him. He chuckled softly as your cheeks flushed from frustration.

"Let me."

His lips claimed yours once more, a deep kiss, whilst his hand went between the two of you and made quick work of the button and zipper. You grabbed the waistband of his boxers, tugging down. He raised his hips, helping you push his clothing to his ankles. Once he was bare beneath you, you couldn't help but run your hands all over his chest, abs and pelvis, moving lower.

"You feel nice," you mumbled, your fingertips grazing over his cock.

"Mmm, you feel nice too." He hummed

His grip tightened on your ass and he pulled you forward a little more, so his cock rubbed against your panties. You gasped from the contact, it created a delicious friction, causing you to press yourself down on him, grinding into his erection. Your breathing picked up and your cheeks flushed.

His hand traveled down between you and he slowly pulled your panties aside. He curled two fingers in you, groaning at the tightness. He began slowly pumping you with his fingers, rubbing his thumb against your clit. Your eyes shut and your hands gripped his shoulders.

His lips remained on your skin, kissing and sucking, leaving marks on your flesh. You were incredibly worked up, moans tumbled out of your mouth and you cursed under your breath. Soon enough, your wetness was coating his hand. His other hand held you tighter and pulled you against him. You bucked your hips, rolling them back and forth, pressing down against his hand, riding his fingers.

Elijah pulled away to watch your face, admiring the blissful look that fell over it. Your cheeks were flushed pink, your eyes glazed over, as a silent moan got caught in your throat, your hips stuttering. You came undone, letting out a soft moan as you tightened around his fingers. He slowly pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you came down.

"Fucking beautiful," he murmured in your ear. You couldn't help but giggle at his comment, pressing your body against his, humming happily.

You leaned back, your eyes traveled south and you took in his impressive erection. Your heart began to speed up, your anxieties returning. It had been so long since you had sex, not to mention your last partner was human, they didn't have super-strength or centuries of experience. Your body tensed as a wave of uneasiness washed over you. He was perfect and you were afraid.

Elijah shifted you a little further down his lap, so his erection wasn't pressed against your pussy and placed his hands on your hips. You held him by his shoulders, gripping him tightly. The more your gaze lingered, the more uneasy you felt. This was Elijah. He wouldn't hurt you. But the doubt lingered, was he expecting someone with years of experience? Someone who knew what they were doing? What if you were the most disappointing fuck of his life?

"What do you like? Do you like it rough?" You asked nervously, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

"No, sweetheart. I want to be gentle and slow, to make you feel good." He spoke, his voice soft and tender. 

Your stomach did a somersault and warmth spread between your legs. He was looking into your eyes, running his hands over thighs. He cupped the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. Soft, sweet and slow, he didn't rush it, like he was savoring you. 

When you pulled back, your eyes slowly opened, pupils blown wide and heart racing in your chest. He reached up and brushed some hair from your face, placing a quick kiss to your forehead. You glanced down at his chest, feeling a bit shy, the anticipation making you dizzy.

"Would it make you feel better if you were in control?" he asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek. That actually sounded like a good idea, starting off in a position you could control. You nodded your head in response.

"Okay." He said simply, leaning forward kiss you.

You moaned when you felt the tip of his tongue slip past your lips, granting him access. His hand slid from your waist down to your thighs, nudging your panties aside, gently circling your clit. You were thankful that he wasn't rushing things and that he wanted to put your anxieties to rest first.

You sat up a little, guiding his cock to your cunt, lowering yourself slowly on to him, gasping once you were fully seated. One of his hands rested on your thigh, the other stroked your side, soothing you. He wouldn't rush, taking time to let you adjust and enjoy the feeling of him. You kept your hand on his shoulder for balance and you slowly began to grind against him.

His lips found yours and you could feel him everywhere, inside and out. Your moans were muffled by his kiss, his hands soon found your waist, helping to guide you. Your forehead pressed against his as you tried to catch your breath. The feeling of him inside you was intoxicating and you just had to have more. You sat up straighter and moved your hips, riding him slowly.

He groaned from the sensation and watched you with adoration, his hands firmly holding your waist as you picked up the pace, setting a rhythm. His hands moved to grab your ass, gently guiding your movements, hitting a particular spot that made your vision blur.

He kissed up your chest, neck and jaw, leaving soft bites as he went. A quiet, drawn-out moan escaped your throat and he swallowed the sound with a kiss. His hands went to your lower back, pulling you against him, you melted into his touch. Gasping, crying, moaning into the kisses and getting high on the lust you were exuding into the air.

"Do you know how beautiful you look right now?" Elijah whispered between kisses.

Your hands slid from his shoulders to the back of his neck, clasping there. He pressed you closer, and all of a sudden, he lifted you, keeping your bodies connected. He'd flipped your positions, you were now lying on the couch, Elijah above you.

"You're so perfect," he mumbled, a soft smile on his lips.

His hands moved your legs further apart, so they wrapped around his waist. His arms slipped under your back and he held you close, as he thrusted his hips slowly. You couldn't take your eyes off him, watching his face and enjoying the expression that overtook his features.

Each thrust was deep and slow, pulling soft whines from your mouth. There was a feeling of fire burning beneath your skin and all you wanted was for him to set you ablaze. You rocked your hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts. You clawed at his back, your nails leaving temporary marks. His hair hung in his eyes as his mouth trailed kisses across your neck. He tilted his head up to suck at your jawline. The sound of skin slapping skin and heavy breathing filled the room.

He was rolling his hips hard, the sound of your pleasured moans reaching his ears and his eyes roaming over your face. He was in awe, as he enjoyed the feeling of being inside you. You could tell he was close as he grunted and pounded into you, he still had enough sense to drag out your pleasure, his fingers rubbing against your clit. It was more than enough to push you over the edge.

He held you tightly, his hips moving erratically. He was moving much faster now, chasing his own orgasm. His teeth skimmed over your sensitive skin and his breathing was short and erratic. Your name tumbled from his mouth as he came, resting his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. After he had caught his breath, he lifted his head and began to pull out, making his way down your sweat covered skin, covering your abdomen and hip bones in kisses.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, pulling you further down the couch. You felt his nose run along the length of your pussy. You lifted yourself on your elbows to see him eye level with your cunt, his pupils blown wide with desire, his tongue running a stripe up your soaked slit and then slipping into your heat.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands in pleasure, murmuring his name. He began to suck on your sensitive clit, rolling his tongue over it. Your other hand gripped the couch, your toes curling, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut. Your legs were already shaking and you felt like you were going to fall apart at any moment.

Elijah began to suck harder, drawing out your pleasure. His tongue was dancing back and forth across your clit as he pressed two fingers into your wet pussy. He curled them just right and hit your sweet spot, making your legs twitch and a moan of his name fell from your mouth. He increased the pressure and started pumping his fingers, pushing them deep inside you, your arousal dripped over his hand and your legs quivered. He sped up his efforts and a minute later you were gasping, letting out a long, drawn out moan as you came.

Your body sank down, breathing heavily as you came down from the high of your orgasms. His gaze remained on you, his eyes wandering over your body. He moved to lay next to you on the couch, pulling a blanket over you. His arms wrapped around you and your body molded to his, fitting perfectly, humming happily. You curled up against him and took hold of his hand, intertwining your fingers together.

You looked up at his face, his features soft and peaceful. He met your gaze and gave you a lazy smile, you leaned forward, placing a slow kiss on his lips. You snuggled closer and sighed, closing your eyes, getting lost in the feeling of happiness you felt.

"I'm sorry I was so nervous," you apologized, tracing circles on his chest.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I enjoyed it, as I do with every aspect of my time spent with you," he replied

His words were gentle and sincere, the praise did not go amiss and a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. He moved his head, his mouth brushing over the shell of your ear.

"I enjoy every single second with you. Especially when you are moaning out my name. I can't wait to hear it again," he whispered.

"You're not tired?" you teased, a soft chuckle left your lips as you met his gaze.

"Vampire," he murmured, kissing your cheek. "Means I have an incredible refractory period."

He raised one of his eyebrows suggestively and wiggled them at you, making you giggle and playfully shove him, as you tried to stifle a laugh. He captured your mouth in a sweet kiss.

"Round two then? Or maybe three," you smirked against his lips.

He smiled as he pulled you closer, you were eager to continue what you started and neither of you were tired enough to stop yet. He definitely wasn't complaining.

[klausmikaelsonsmommy]

can you recommend any good klaus or elijah fics? there are barely any as good as urs on tumblr 😔

I haven't read much Elijah in a LONG time 😭

But for Klaus @klausysworld is the best I swear 🙏🏼 she's also written a couple things for Elijah

I literally check for her updates daily, she feeds my sub Klaus obsession like no other and she's soooooo good

Also @imagine-always-and-forever has some Klaus and Elijah and also other Mikaelson's as well they just haven't updated in over a year

[oh-goddess-of-chaos]

can you make headcanons about yandere romantic Elijah mikaelson x fem reader

⠀ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 – 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝒙 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✧‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (navi. & masterlist. & tag. )

「 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 」 somewhat suggestive thoughts, yandere themes such as kidnapping, controlling behavior, slight stockholm syndrome, forced affection, etc.

「 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .⁺ ˖ ⌒ ah, elijah, our favorite older brother. this one took a little longer to write, but i don't mind the outcome.

Elijah was nothing like Nikklaus.

He was not brash nor impatient, nor was he selfish or cruel. Rather, he was noble and tactful, always putting the needs of his family before himself. His loved ones were protected so long as he roamed the Earth.

Which is why he had no idea why every instinct told him to take you away to some unpopulated and safe location the very moment he saw you. Elijah was no stranger to sudden impulses - this was of no doubt. Being a vampire made sure of this. But this desire, this want, it was stronger than even his craving for human blood. It ate at his insides when he tried to ignore it, mauled at his flesh when he pushed it aside.

You were an angel. A living, breathing angel. Elijah was sure of this when he first spoke to you. Your voice was like honey, and the expression that rested on your face - sweet and pure. You held yourself with a beautiful poise and walked with a powerful gracefulness. You were simply so innocent. It's no wonder he thought so highly of you.

When Elijah introduced himself, however, he was shocked to find that you seemed to know a bit about vampires. Your ears perked up upon hearing that you were speaking to a Mikaelson, but your confidence didn't waver. Your voice didn't quiver, your hands didn't tremble. You knew he was an Original, yet you felt no fear. And it intrigued Elijah to no end.

You're different from Elijah's family. As much as he refuses to admit to himself, he knows they use him, discarding him when he's no longer helpful. But you? He could spend hours talking to you - depriving you of free time, or he could be giving you the most expensive of jewels, but none of it seemed to matter to you. You treat him all the same, remain with him even when he doesn't believe he has very much to offer.

Elijah often catches himself daydreaming about you when you're not there, imagining what it would be like if the emptiness at the side of the bed was filled by you, what it would be like to be able to touch a figure as vulnerable as yours at the darkest point of the night and bury his fangs deep into your neck. What a pleasure it would be to hear soft little moans escaping your mouth.

The more Elijah finds out about you, the more worried he grows. His mind flashes with thoughts of what his siblings would do to you if they knew of your extensive knowledge on his family. And, as worry often does, it grows into fear, then paranoia.

As you and Elijah developed a close bond (perhaps more), he becomes more and more concerned for your well-being. He berates you with questions of your whereabouts when he doesn't know where you are or when you return from somewhere he could not find you.

But you construte it all for Elijah's protectiveness. Or, more specifically, overprotectiveness. So, in some sense, you appreciated it - his absolute desire to keep you safe. You appreciated feeling like you always had someone to look to for protection.

Elijah's concern gets to a point when he doesn't allow you out of your home, instead insisting that you live with him so he can keep an eye on you. And, even though you refuse at first, he manages to convince you that it's for the best, so you move in with him.

Things from there are quite domestic. Elijah enjoys having you around the house, being able to cook you dinner, provide you with a comfortable bed, and anything else of the sort.

It doesn't take long for Elijah to finally admit that he fancies you, and when he does, you just smile at him for what feels like an eternity before stealing a kiss from his soft lips. You simply couldn't deprive yourself of the opportunity.

The dynamic between the two of you then grows into one similar to that of a wife and husband.

He loves to feed on you, though he can never quite contain himself, so he feeds from your wrist, staring at your eyes the entire time so he can detect the faintest bit of tiredness in your eyes and stop immediately. These moments are quite intimate, nothing but silence and the presence of each other surrounding the both of you.

Whenever you do leave the house (no matter how rare this is), Elijah makes a point of having you feed on his blood. He loves seeing the way that a little human like you grips on his wrist tightly while feeding on him, how you look so dependent on him. It's utterly adorable.

Of course, Elijah tends to get jealous, more so than most men, but it's nothing you consciously suffer from - only the people foolish enough to touch you do. After all, you belong to Elijah, and he isn't intent on sharing you.

The more time spent with Elijah, the less you see your friends. At first, he simply persuades you that you should spend more time with him, but as you grow to miss them more and more, Elijah begins to plant seeds in your mind of your friends' toxicity and that they don't care about you, either way, since they obviously haven't come looking for you.

He, of course, leaves out the part where he threatened them that, if they were to reach out to you or look for you, they'd be dead before they could even think to utter your name. But it doesn't matter! They don't deserve you, either way - you were much too good for the likes of them. You deserved to be treated like a goddess, be worshiped at an altar, not slum around with mere mortals.

For the longest time you followed Elijah's advice. You hardly, if ever, spoke or engaged in conversation with even your closest of friends, only leaving the house if Elijah was with you or knew exactly of your whereabouts.

But, at some point, you decide that spending time with exclusively one person isn’t enough. You hadn’t even seen your family in person since you’d last moved in with Elijah. So, even though you feel horrible, you sneak out of the house to spend time with friends while Elijah is out. You knew he’d be angry if he found out, but you needed this. You just wanted to let loose without his looming presence. You loved him, but he could be overbearing. 

When you come home late at night, however, you're mortified when you see Elijah sitting on the couch, clearly waiting for you, his demeanor eerily calm. At first you begin to apologize profusely and try to explain yourself, but Elijah is quick to cut you off and tell you to take a shower since you reek of alcohol.

Elijah beelines straight for the front door the moment you're out of sight. He's disappointed. He thought he’d taught you better than this. Sneaking out while he was away? It was a teenager’s act.

You had broken Elijah's trust - something he's never taken lightly. He had once thought he could confide in you and believe your word, but he was most obviously mistaken. So, locking the front door, he takes the necessary precautions to keep you safe. Even though this technically violates Elijah's moral code, he truly couldn't care less. Your safety is more important, your freedom be damned. Besides, if he gives you your freedom, you'll be dead within a matter of days, so it would be pointless. Elijah was sure of this. This way was better. You may get angry, but you'd get over it eventually.

Elijah is very, very patient with you at the start. He knows it's going to be hard for you to accustom yourself to seeing this new side of him, but he knows you'll give in eventually.

So he spoils you with jewels, dresses, and other priceless items - though he never gives you what you truly desire: your freedom.

From there, Elijah completely isolates you from the outside world. Your only social interactions consist of him, and when you give him an especially hard time, he locks you in your shared bedroom for hours. When he finally does come back, you find yourself unwillingly excited to finally be near him. Despite what he's done, he's the only social contact you have, leading you to become dependent on him quite quickly.

Elijah tries to make everything seem as though it's still normal. He still cooks for you everyday, still embraces you in his arms tenderly at night, still enjoys watching you go about your daily tasks whenever he's with you.

But, at some point, even the noble gentlemen loses some of his patience if you're particularly ignorant of his presence. So, the original forces intimacy on you - whether it be simply cuddling with you while watching a movie or making out with you when you're particularly defiant to his touch.

You escaping, if you were to ever try, would most likely be the single worst thing you could do to bring forth Elijah's wrath. He not a violent person by nature - not to the people he loves, at the very least - but trying to escape would, no doubt, easily rile him up.

He drags you back roughly, not daring to lay a finger on you though not making the journey very comfortable. After this, he isolates you for days on end, bringing in food without saying a word while you're asleep.

When he finally decides that your punishment is over, Elijah takes every opportunity to scold you and to tell you how bad you've been. He does not hold himself back by describing what could have happened had his family found you, and what a bad girl you'd been, as if you were a pet of his.

Even though you're trying to stay strong, as the days go on and on, you find yourself letting your guard down and warming up to Elijah. You simply can't help yourself. He's been the only one to provide with with solace on weary nights, to make your life feel somewhat normal.

And, besides, all Elijah wants to do is protect you! He's practically saving your life by keeping you in his home, safe from the dangers of the outside world. It's far too risky for you to go out there, anyway.

And Elijah truly does love you - his innocent, naive little human. And, if his end goal is merely to keep you alive, what could be so wrong with such a thing?

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[elijahslittleprincess]

[inlovewhithafairytale]

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