Dracula’s Angel

“Shh, here she comes…”

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𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝐸𝑎𝑡𝑠

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 : 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑗𝑎ℎ 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 : On a regular Sunday night, Elijah decides to give a savory, sweet, and exciting treat to his lovely girlfriend. What starts off as innocent with a home cooked meal, to a moment of heat and intimacy shared.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : +18 (minors dni) smut, fluff, established relationship, piv, creampie, swearing, unprotected sex, belly bulge, fingering, both down bad for each other, soft aftercare.

𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇 : 1.1𝑘

𝑌𝑜𝑢 and Elijah laid out on the couch of your apartment, watching whatever movie you both picked out. You laid flat against Elijah’s chest while one hand was absently gliding through your hair, and the other resting soft on your waist, sitting there. Elijah stays content and relaxed at the moment, though you felt pretty tired yet hungry, you want to tell him yourself but didn’t want to ruin the moment just now. Yet, Elijah’s mind was faster as he reads your body and could probably hear your stomach mumbling and growling of hunger.

“Are you hungry, my dear?” Elijah asked curiously, looking at you with hearty eyes but also with a slight hint of concern, afraid you’ll pass up on dinner.

You looked up above you, a wave of surprise crosses your face as he reads your body instantly.

“You noticed. Yes, I am.”

His lips lifts in a small grin.

“I knew it, come on, let me make you something good and special for you.”

He gets up from the couch and gently grabs your hand, leading you towards the kitchen, sitting you down on one of the stools. You watch from your angle as he moves and prepares dinner for you, you can’t help but notice the slight muscle running through his arm as he moves around to grab ingredients and the movement when he clenches his jaw, all you want to do is stomp over there and take him right there in the kitchen, and that’s exactly what you do.

You get up from the stool and cross over the counter island till your right behind his back, your arms move quicker than you think, wrapping your arms around his waist and your head tucked warmly in his neck.

He lets out a small chuckle, watches you staying by his side as he cooks for you.

“You do realize I’m trying to cook for you sweetheart, meaning I’d have to move and have space around me?”

“But I’d rather have something else sweeter and savored than whatever is being cooked.” You say, looking at him with that kind of gaze of yours. Slowly you place soft and deliberate kisses all over his neck, trying your best to soothe and have him fall in your hands.

“Please…?” You say in a sweetly tone.

You tried to hide the grin as you notice the slight movement when he clenched his jaw. In a flash, he quickly moves to face you and pull you closer against his chest, one arm wrapping tight around you waist, not letting you go anywhere else, and his hand lifting your chin, staring back at you with a dark deep gaze.

“Are you trying to kill me? In the middle of cooking?” He gruffly said.

“Maybe that’s my plan all along…” You let out a small gasp, he immediately noticed the invitation and leans in a kiss.

Immediately then deepening the kiss even further, lips locked together till he carry you to your bedroom and take you there. He gently lays you down on the sheets after arriving inside your room, Elijah’s a gentlemen and will do the best he can to take his time and make sure you’re comfortable. His soft lips travel in a trail of kisses from your neck to the center of your breasts, he gently lifts up shirt, enough to have a full view of your chest.

“You’re so beautiful, my sweet sweet girl…”

He leans in to lick and suck on your left breast while keeping the right massaged with his hand, twirling his tongue around the bud in a slow, steady motion. But you whine in slight frustration, not wanting to upset his sweet girl, he carefully takes each layer of clothing you have on till your laid beautifully naked and vulnerable. He also takes off shirt and pants as he’s left with his boxers on, you reach over as you could see the hard outline of his cock, but he gently grabs your wrist as he shakes his head.

“Not yet sweet girl, gotta prep you up first.”

You opened your mouth to complain but immediately let out a moan as his fingers slipped between your folds, gathering your wetness. The drag of his fingertips against your clit makes you squirm from the pleasure.

“Oh my—“ You breathe, your hands not knowing where to grab as one grips the pillow tight and the other digging into the sheets.

Elijah circles your clit in a steady motion, watching you as you twitch and quickly fall apart under his touch. Without any warning, he immediately groans when he pushes a finger inside of you, pumping in and out as he feels your walls clutch around his finger.

“Please Elijah… need more..” You whine out.

“Yeah? Need more? Greedy girl…” he huffs out, adding another finger to stretch you out, curling and pumping at that sweet spot till your moans and whines turn higher.

“Oh Elijah—“

He then grins and he mutters in your ear.

“Fuck— like that? My sweet girl so beautiful…”

Then immediately that knot in your stomach breaks as you reached your climax, a strangled cry leaving your throat as your orgasm oozes out your clit. He circles your clit again before lifting his fingers to taste your sweet self on his tongue, groaning at the sweetness of you. Your still panting when he finally removes his boxers, revealing his hard cock as he moves to line himself, pushes his tip slowly, the both of you gasp at the stretch.

“Jesus sweetheart—“ He groans, dropping his forehead to yours.

“Deeper Elijah… please…” You moan out, the stretch beautifully painful yet pleasurable.

“Okay sweet girl…” he huffs out, giving a moment for the both of you to adjust before pulling back and snapping his hips forward. Continuing to do that while his cock shows that bulge in your stomach and drawing out sharp little gasps from you. You’re quivering legs tighten around his waist when he draws back and snaps his length in your cunt.

“Mhm!— Elijah… gonna cum!”

“Come sweet girl, come for me…”

Your climax crashes over you in a big wave, clenching around him tight as he buries himself deep inside you.

“Fuck sweetheart..” He groans as he’s spilling inside you.

Both of you collapse into the sheets, panting, sweaty, tangled together in the soft lit room. Elijah holds you close to his chest as he didn’t just fuck you deep till you saw white, he cradles you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Do you want me to set the bathtub up?” He softly asked.

“Yes please….” You looked up, admiring his face.

“Okay…” He gives one last kiss to your forehead before gently moving you aside, stepping out of bed and towards the bathroom, setting the bathtub up with warm water. Meanwhile you lay in bed, smiling at today’s events…

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Elijah Mikaelson x female!vampire!reader moodboard blurb 🪦🥀

Warnings : a little bit of smut, fluff, literally just Elijah being obsessed with you

I feel like vampire!reader and Elijah give off morticia and gomez vibes so much it just feels and makes sense.

That man is absolutely infatuated with you and can’t keep his hands off of you, whether in public he’ll have his arm around your waist, keeping you close by. He’ll press gentle kisses on your cheeks and lips so much that once you two are apart, you’ll still feel the absence of those soft lips on you.

Yet once in private— he’ll have you down under him and absolutely eat you alive. Elijah is a noble soul, adjusting his cuffs and having his suits pristine, yet it seems like he still fucks you till oblivion every single time you two are alone. He loves your hands and eyes, every time he looks at you while locked together in missionary, deep inside you that make you shiver with arousal, while your nails scratching his back till it’s red, he seemed he’d might just cum right there.

It seems like he’ll be obsessed with you no matter what in any timeline you two cross, and he’ll always keep it that way.

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VOLUME 3 : Bloodlines Veil

The Cost Of Cursed Ruins - Series

Elijah Mikaelson x female!vampire!reader

Words : 816

A/N : Hello! Sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been busy with myself with work and sports that at the end of the day I couldn’t write anything (and think of anything). But at last, I gotten motivated in being back and this one is definitely longer.

- 18th Century

You remember it so well that day. That day you met the family, the Mikaelsons. Though it’s been so long since you’ve heard or seen about them— the last ever time you’ve heard of them spoken was you visiting in France, a rumor and two of an “animal attack” on pamphlets. The people addressed on the pages shown fragile humans blood sucked and bites on their necks, clear to see not only one was out to feed.

You knew the moment you met those people they were vampires, they weren’t exactly quiet when you were rounding up around the corner of them having a conversation and with one boy, Lucien, being terrified around the Mikaelsons, seemingly as if he’d had been threatened. Yet that was the last of them you’ve seen, now in the 18th century, people now lots are big fans of voluptuous gowns with big wig curls, a fashion love for feather, laces and florals.

While out in Europe in a palace, birds chirping in the mornings, and gatherings set in the ballroom out into the beautiful night skies. You, instead set for your next dinner as you look throughout the dancing crowd, couples swaying, stragglers in the corners likely drunk, and a handsome lonely man standing alone with no partner beside his arm. You quickly set your eyesight on the man and start walking towards him, shining a bright fake smile to blend in.

“Prithee, forgive mine intrusion, good sir; yet I could not but observe that thou hast no companion upon thy arm. Might I, with humble offer of my company, request the honour of attending thee, should such assistance be agreeable to thy desire?” You said.

“Madam, I should be most grateful for the honor of thy company; for my partner hath but lately departed, professing some matter of business, though I much suspect her words were less than true. Thus am I left amidst this splendid assembly, surrounded by a multitude of merry souls, yet finding myself quite solitary, with no companion to share the dance.” He said back.

“Yet there, good sir, doth my part commence; and now, I pray thee, wouldst thou honour me with a dance?“ You replied.

“Most willingly, madam; yet might I presume so far as to inquire by what name thou art pleas’d to be known?” He said, hands already in position and one placed on your hand, the other on your waist.

You caved in another fake bright smile, already hooking in and just waiting for the right moment for attack when you two are alone. “I shall thee as (reader)”.

“What a most charming and delightful name! It doth breathe a sweetness and gentleness, soft as the murmur of a summer breeze.” He exclaimed.

“Thou art most gracious; I am much beholden to thee for thy kind acknowledgement.” You replied back.

After a sweet small conversation, you two begin dancing and swaying together, gliding around smoothly through the clean floor of the ballroom. Yet then at the corner of your eye, you spot what you’ve thought was a familiar face, you look again where you thought was at. Nothing. You shook it off, thinking it was just from a little dizziness from the dancing and from hunger. Not wanting to wait any longer— immediately you murmur into the man’s ear, wanting to go outside to have a quieter place to be together, without a doubt— he simply agrees as long as he’s with you.

You two trail off, outside and into the forest. The man, getting a little nervous about going too far in the woods, you reassure him and say it’s okay. You two finally stop, a dense secluded area, you almost start to feel bad, a sweet guy just wanted a simple dance with other, but your head moves faster and tells you to feed, with you behind him and he too busy looking out in the trees— you attack.

Eyes turned to bloodshot red, sharp canines flash and impales the soft skin of his neck, he screams— but you two are simply far from the palace for anyone to hear or notice anything wrong. Slowly he begins to turn pale and starts drowsily fall towards the ground, your sharp teeth finally release, the blood rushing down and energy flowing through your body. The act is simply just beautiful…

You slowly wear off from the rush for a while, as you reach down to the man’s fragile body to look for a handkerchief, luckily the man has one in his pocket and you take that from him. Wiping off the man’s blood that smeared on your mouth, once you were fresh and clean, you turn to leave and go back to ball—yet stopped. You feel someone’s watching you and a rustle glides through the leaves and bushes. Then suddenly with a feeling of someone behind you, you turn, ready to attack whoever’s with you, you instead meet with a handsome familiar face…

“Elijah…?”

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VOLUME 2 : Howling at the Moon

The Cost of Cursed Ruins - Series

Elijah Mikaelson x female!vampire!reader

Words : 621

Ringing.. that’s what you hear, ringing. You slowly regain consciousness, your eyes fluttering open to a foggy morning. Confusion washes over you as you sit up, taking in your surroundings. The air is still, and a quiet eeriness hangs around you. The events of the previous night flood back—the flames, the pain, and the screams. But as you check your body, you find no sign of burn marks. Your nightgown is intact, and you feel strangely whole.

You take a deep breath and gather yourself, pushing aside the fog in your mind. You look around, the landscape is tranquil, with soft grass beneath you and trees swaying gently in the breeze. There are no townspeople in sight—no remnants of the chaos that once engulfed you.

You can’t stay here forever, you know that. With determination, you rise to your feet, brushing off the dew from your nightgown. The first step forward is hesitant, but you push through your uncertainty. As you venture further into the fog, you notice a path winding through the trees, it appears to seemingly call your name. With no other choice, you follow.

You walk and walk till you see a clearing, a clear image of 6 gathering people and a large wooden carriage in the setting. One of the man with dark hair wrapped in a low ponytail spots you, he simply raises one hand, silencing the conversation, he spoke in a post-neat tone.

“Excuse me miss, are you lost…?”

Everyone looks up upon you, waiting for your answer.

“Oh yes.. I am it seems to be, I woken up unconscious a while ago and have no where to be.”

The man in the low ponytail speaks up again.

“Well why not you come along our journey.”

The blonde next to him, likely his brother, seemed to sort of protest but the other silences him, seemingly to be he’ll take care of it himself. The blond girl on the other hand quickly takes you in and introduces herself and the others, a hand laying on your lower back to come closer.

“Since you’re a girl coming along—thank finally, you should know our names. I’m Rebekah, there’s Finn.

Finn doesn’t look at you but nods in acknowledgment, seemingly his own way of hello.

“That over there is the wild maniac Kol himself.”

Kol places a hand over his heart, a fake sad pout over his face.

“Ouch little sis, you don’t have to be so rash about first impressions with newcomers.”

Rebekah rolls her eyes in annoyance but smiles softly. “Anyways… right there is the big brooding brother, Niklaus.”

“Oh please I do not brood, call me Nik.” He playfully winks.

Kol answers. “There he goes…”

Rebekah speaks up “Moving on… we have a newer person here who is also joining in on the journey, Lucien.”

The boy seems a little frighten and nervous but speaks up. “Uh hello, I’m Lucien, though you already know that…”

Rebekah speaks again. “Last but not least, we have our noble brother Elijah.”

Elijah gives a soft polite smile. “Hello”

You smile back, your sharp teeth flashed for one second but quickly disappeared before anyone could spot it, maybe besides one other person… Elijah. “Hi… it’s good to meet all you lovely people, my name is (reader).”

Niklaus speaks up, “How lovely to meet such a wonderful lady like you miss (reader) please come alongside with us.”

You softly nodded. “I’ll be more than glad to be along your path with you 6.”

You guys quickly move on as Lucien treads the lead, seemingly Elijah follows behind the group, quickly gathering up if he was seeing things or not, that he might seen your sharp teeth or not, with glint in your eyes, he wonders if his family’s not the only vampire in town.

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VOLUME 1 : Birth and Death Of A Pearl

The Cost Of Cursed Ruins - Series

Elijah Mikaelson x female!vampire!reader

Words : 610

A/N : This is only the first part of the story, this is something I could think of for now but I’ll be better as we go further more in the series.

-112 AD

You awaken in a world wrapped in silence, a realm where whispers of the past echo through the ancient trees and earth cradles secrets beneath its surface. You were the first born vampire to live, intricately crafted by forces unseen, your existence woven into the very fabric of the land.

As you traverse the rivers and hills for centuries, seen the earth fall apart and sewn back together overtime, beneath your calm-peaceful exterior lies a truth that frightens the unseeing eyes around you.

You carry within you the weight of ancient knowledge and history, the secrets of life and death intertwined in your essence. The villages you pass are oblivious to your presence, blissfully unaware of the darkness that lurks beneath their mundane lives. You observe the rise and fall of empires and kingdoms, the fleeting nature of human existence, and the cycles of creation and destruction that seem to govern the world.

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-1002 AD

Yet, with every passing century, the silence goes heavier, burdened by the weight of your existence. You wonder how long you can endure and remain hidden in plain sight, how long the façade of normalcy can be maintained. As whispers of witchcraft and fear of the unknown circulate through the towns, your heart races with an awareness of the danger that approaches.

You know that there are those who would seek to end you, not out of hatred but their sheer inability to understand your true nature. They view you as a threat, a dark reflection of their own fears. You feel the pull of the moonlit nights, drawing you toward the deeper shadows of the forest, where you can finally release the hunger that churns within you.

The taste of fresh blood, the rush of high energy running through your veins—it is a seductive call you cannot ignore. But the tranquility of your existence shatters as you sense the impending storm. A townsperson, a child perhaps, catches a glimpse of your true form—a flash of fangs, a glimmer of bloodshot red in your eyes; till they changed back to your original color. Fear spreads and rush like wildfire, the village begins to murmur, turning against you with accusations of witchcraft, evil deeds, and murder.

One sudden day, while in your nightgown and getting ready for bed, your neighbors barge in your home and drag you to the villages center, where a long stick lies waiting, knots on the side waiting to be tied onto you tightly, and the frightened anger townspeople waiting and chanting, waiting for you to be burned at the stake. You scream and try to escape out of your neighbors gripped-tight hands, failing to do so, making them grip ever tighter till you were close towards the wooden post. They make you be held against the post and they wrapped the knot around your hands and waist, securing you tightly, 4 townspeople held their sticks of fire, waiting for the right moment to strike. The mayor of the town stands in front of you, laying out your crimes.

“I hear by sentence Miss (Reader), to the death of being burned at the stake for witchcraft for her magic of staying young, murder, and born a blood-sucking creature that drained innocents of our town of their blood, may their souls rest peacefully..”

The mayor then steps back out of the way for the people to begin the process, immediately the people with lit fire on their sticks dropped them under your feet, flames burst out as the fire catch’s onto your nightgown, spreading the fire all over your body. You cry out in agony, screaming for it to stop, till the pain numbs out; everything goes black in your vision…

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The Cost Of Cursed Ruins - Series

---- The Originals x female!vampire!reader

SUMMARY : You’ve were born in a world in silence, carefully formed and crafted into the “blood-sucking shaping mutant” you truly are, you’re name carved in many layers of the earth that can’t be seen. Have walked across lands and rivers of the earthly existence, so seemingly at peace despite your true nature hidden deep down to the pit of stomach. Till the year 1002 A.D, you’ve been captured by the townspeople from where you live for being accused of witchcraft for your pristine skin of no wrinkles and no sign of aging. You’ve been burned at the stake and disappeared for eternity by the villagers, gone for the greater good. Or was that what really happened…?

Warnings : blood drinking, no smut (but just a little bit of something spicy in one of the parts of the series) hurt/comfort, mentions of witchcraft, a bit of angst, attachment issues, reader had an ex-lover back than who showed aggression and toxic behaviors, only slight of abuse mentioned once, sort of touch aversion reader, Elijah x Reader, a minor touch of flirtiness between Klaus x Reader (only because of their shared dark desires and traits, some being readers beauty as well).

VOLUME 1 : Birth and Death Of A Pearl

VOLUME 2 : Howling at the Moon

VOLUME 3 : Bloodlines Veil

VOLUME 4 : awaiting in the works…

Authors Note : -This is my first writing fic, so if so please as patient as you are, I'll shall be in the works as best as I can get to it.-