Hiii I absolutely love your oneshots. Can you please do one with Elijah mikaelson. Similar to your klaus one shot about the reader having a lack in height.. Elijah is OBSESSED. Reader could be like (4’10 to 5’1?)
Uncontrollable Love
It shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did.
Just looking at her made him stir.
It had gotten to the point where even Niklaus was teasing him about it all.
Whenever Y/N would leave the room Elijah’s eyes would follow and someone would snicker.
He hadn’t realised quite how tiny she was the first couple times, Y/N always seemed to be sitting the first few encounters so when he had been too focused on sorting out his cufflinks and bumped into her, he didn’t realise who it was.
Not until she spun back around and called out his name with a smile on her face.
“Oh..” He breathed, Elijah hadn’t remembered the last time he’d been at such a loss for words but looking down at her he was. Y/N barely reached his chest, let alone being at eyeline. Her head was tilted all the way back, looking up at him with such a sweetness that it made his dead heart thump quickly. His head shook a little, trying to urge his thoughts back. “Y/N.” He nodded, “Forgive me, I wasn’t looking.” His throat cleared, he felt like he sounded funny. Did he sound different? Was his voice too high? Too deep?
He wasn’t so sure and he could feel the bead of sweat on his forehead.
“That’s okay, neither was I.” She smiled, holding up her phone as if to show him what she had been looking at. Her expression shifted, a slight frown and it made him worry more. “Oh did I mess up your tie? I’m sorry, I must've knocked it somehow.” Y/N reached up as she said so, her arms stretched up to straighten his tie.
Her fingers were so close to him, almost touching him.
Usually he was very possessive of his belongings, especially his extensive tie collection but he couldn’t help but want her to stroke every inch of fabric he owned.
He couldn’t take it, just watching her. It was straining him.
Without a word he had left the room, leaving her confused but she simply shrugged it off and went on her way.
From that day he couldn’t help but imagine her with him all the time.
Wondered how she’d look snuggled up against him, gods he’d be able to wrap his body all the way around her.
He’d imagine her sitting on his lap, straddling him. Her thighs stretched open as she looked up at him with her big eyes. It made him throb.
Every morning he had to reach over her, grab the cereal and pass it down to her and every time he couldn’t help but let himself press against the back of her.
At lunch he’d get too nervous that she might slip and slice her finger off when she cut her sandwich in half so he’d hastily make his way down the stairs and grab the knife before she could. She’d laugh, such a bubbly laugh that would make his heart clench and she’d tell him that she wasn’t a small child but he could always see the level of comfort and enjoyment she took when he sliced her sandwich into two triangles and shifted them onto a plate for her.
Once dinner rolled around he’d be all over her in the kitchen. He’d lift her onto the counter, watching her legs swing back and forth as he slid the herbs across to her when she asked for them.
She’d talk so much to him then, and he would always listen of course. It was impossible not to pay attention to her, her voice was addictive. But he also couldn’t stop himself from admiring her. He just wanted to hold her, feel her, know that she was his.
Pure and utter joy would fill him when his brother announced another event they were throwing.
It meant Y/N would be held against his chest, letting him lift her off the ground and dance her all around the room like she was just a petal in the wind.
In addition to that, at the end of those events, Elijah was almost guaranteed a kiss from her.
He’d walk her back up the stairs, her dainty hands clutching his bicep as she spoke to him about how lovely the evening had been. Once they got to her bedroom he’d clear his throat, a faint smile creeping on his lips but he needed to keep it back.
Y/N would tuck her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit Elijah had discovered, and look up at him through her lashes.
“Thank you for being with me all night.” She’d whisper, her foot sliding in and out of her heel, another habit, before she’d reach up to wrap her fingers around his tie. Elijah would always have to hold his breath so he wouldn’t let out a groan.
She’d tug him down and he’d eagerly lean so that their lips could meet.
Always soft and innocent but would linger slightly too long for it to mean something casual.
His hand would hold her waist, he felt as though he could fit her in one hand.
“Goodnight Elijah.” Her voice would utter before she disappeared into the confines of her room.
Elijah would have to sit as quietly as he could in his reading chair, his hair damp as he stroked himself like a desperate animal. His hips would jump as though somehow he’d lost the control over himself that he had trained himself to have over centuries.
It took him an embarrassingly long time to finally cave to his feelings and bring her to his bed. But once he had her, he knew she’d never be able to leave him.
Elijah was in a state when her legs wrapped around him, his hands traced the short length of her body over and over and she knew how much he loved her size. Especially once her fingers were trying to wrap around his cock, the contrased made his hips just. Watching her pretty pink lips stretch around the head made his hands tangle in her hair, he just couldn’t believe what was happening.
Even once he was deep inside her, he couldn’t help but watch as his cock disappear inside her over and over, he could feel her pussy stretching around him. He looked so big between her legs.
Y/N moaned and whined like a needy whore and it made him crazy.
“Just desperate to be split in two by my big cock, aren’t you baby?” he would taunt against her ear, relishing in the way she would clench around him.
Once she finished around him, he would pump her full of his cum, not once tearing his gaze away from how it all spilled out of her.
Elijah was a carer, that much was evident just with his siblings but with Y/N he was even more so.
He never wanted her walking, holding her tight instead, needing her legs around his waist all the time and arms over his neck. He needed her to need him, to cling to him like his soul would cling to hers.
⟢ ── only child. cancer. velvet & pearls. jeff buckley. old soul. antique collector. secondhand books. new orleans native. makeup. tarot cards. red wine. typewriter. balcony gardens. moonlight swims. chronic daydreamer. “pinky promise?”
⟢ ── soulmates. fastburn.
SOULMATE!READER ...
is waiting.
has been waiting, actually, for as long as she can remember.
not the impatient kind of waiting. no, hers is a bit quieter. softer. the kind of waiting that one does when they are sure that something grand and life changing will happen to them.
she pours coffee and feels it. walks through the French Quarter at dawn, the streets still wet from the night before, and feels it. sits on her balcony with a glass of red wine, the moon hanging low and heavy over the Mississippi, and feels it.
something is coming.
someone.
(hopefully).
her grandmother used to tell her stories about the old magic about soulmates, about bonds that transcend lifetimes, about the way the universe sometimes reaches down and decides that two people are simply meant to find each other.
you'll know, she'd say, her weathered hands cupping your face, her eyes gone soft and distant. you'll know because the world will go quiet. and then it will start singing.
you'd believed her, once. when you were small and the world still made sense and you had dreams of this mystery man. back when magic was something that lived in fairy tales and your grandmother's voice.
but then she died, and the years passed, and the dreams stopped happening, and the humming beneath your skin became something you learned to ignore.
you built a life instead.
a small one, maybe. a quiet one. but yours nonetheless.
your café sits on a corner in the Garden District, all exposed brick and mismatched furniture, books stacked on every available surface, fresh flowers on every table. it's the kind of place that people stumble into and never quite want to leave. you open it every morning before the sun is fully up, brew coffee that tastes like chicory and honey and play jazz so old it sounds like it was pressed onto vinyl by ghosts.
you know your regulars by name. you know which ones need silence and which ones need to talk. you know how to read a room the way other people read books. you have multiple friends you love.
you are, by all accounts, content.
you have new orleans after all, which is its own kind of magic.
you have learned to love this city the way you imagine you might love a person. completely, despite its flaws, in a way that makes leaving unthinkable.
you have learned to stop waiting.
or so you tell yourself.
because the truth is, you still catch yourself looking. scanning crowds on busy afternoons, searching faces in the flickering light of a jazz club, holding your breath every time someone new walks through the café door. you still feel the pull of something you can't name, something that tugs at your chest like a tide, something that whispers not yet but soon.
you still believe, even when you tell yourself you don't.
and then one day, he walks in.
and the world goes quiet.
the jazz fades. the rain outside mutes to a hush.
he's tall. dark hair, sharp suit, devilishly handsome. his eyes find yours immediately, like he knew exactly where to look, like he's been looking for a very, very long time.
and you know.
you know more than anything you’ve ever known before that he’s the one.
and eventually, you fall in love with him the way you fell in love with new orleans. slowly, then all at once, in a way that makes leaving him unthinkable.
you fall in love with him because he's been waiting too.
and he was absolutely, without a doubt, worth the wait.
author's note —hellooo! i need to help revive the originals + vampire diaries fandom on here, so hope you are hype for this series! feel free to send requests for soulmate!reader and i will get to them as soon as possible. check out this series as well as my other works on my masterlist! much love, & i hope you enjoy!
Summary: Elijah's body starts to misbehave when he's around you. Elijah has to hide it before he makes a fool of himself.
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader
Genre: Suggestive, fluffy, flustered!Elijah
Word Count: <1k
Elijah blinked, trying to remember what he had been doing. From the moment you entered the kitchen in a sheer lilac slip dress, everything had gone hazy.
You stretched for the can of coffee on the top shelf. “Elijah,” you called. “A leg up, please?”
Elijah cleared his throat. “Of course.”
He kneeled on the floor, and you stepped on his thigh, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself.
As you reached for the coffee, and Elijah watched your silk dress skate higher and higher up your brown thigh.
“Almost…” you said, moving your foot up Elijah’s leg, till it almost brushed his crotch.
Elijah felt sparks of pleasure run up his leg. His body started to misbehave. He could not let you see this.
Elijah moved away from you so fast you fell onto the floor.
“Elijah?” you said, catching your breath. “What happened?”
Elijah cursed. Did this have to happen now? In front of you, his brother’s friend?
You pulled Elijah towards you, and gasped.
Elijah’s eyes were red, and veins covered his cheeks. His fangs were pointing out.
“Oh no, Elijah,” you said. “Are you hungry? When did you last feed?”
Elijah gulped. “Vampires gain their fangs when hungry… threatened… or aroused.”
You laughed into your hands. “Oh my god. Did I just give Elijah Mikaelson a vampire hard-on?”
Elijah’s grabbed the doorframe with one hand, crushing it. “It's nothing. I just need a few moments to collect myself.”
You sucked your cereal spoon, smiling. “So you do have a thing for me.”
“Of course not. Mere coincidence,” Elijah said, mopping his brow with his handkerchief. His fangs shrunk away.
“So,” you said naughtily, “nothing will happen if I do this.”
You dropped the spoon at his feet and bent to pick it up. Elijah’s eyes were glued to your dangling necklace… and your soft chest beneath.
Elijah’s fangs shot out with a hiss. “For the love of God,” he muttered.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” you said, slinging your hands over his shoulders. “It's cute.”
Elijah shut his eyes. “I am not some newborn vampire, unable to control his lust.”
“But you are around me,” you said, gazing up at him through your lashes.
Elijah watched you with open-mouthed awe, not even trying to hide his fangs.
“It's okay,” you said, lowering your voice. “I have an insane vamp boner for you.”
“Is that so?” he said, his lips pulling up.
Your eyes were wide and innocent as you toyed with Elijah’s collar. “So, what can a vampire do when their fangs…misbehave?”
Elijah smiled down at you, pulling your body against his. His fingers made tiny circles on the silk over your waist.
“There are many options,” he said quietly. “Usually one would leave, but you will not let me. One may try to think about something else,” he coiled your hair around his finger, “but that is also proving impossible.” He raised his chin sharply. “That leaves, well, embracing the situation.”
He swept your hair away from your throat.
“May I?” he said. His fangs were poised over your neck to drink.
Your eyes slipped shut and your breath hitched in your throat. “Of course I'll help you with your little problem,” you said. “You can address my sticky situation later."
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