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[yukiimei]

ℑ'𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢.

[wholoveseggs]

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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖆. she/her. 30s. canadian. gemini. feminist. cat lover. artist and writer. lover of gentlemen vampires and morally questionable knights. elijah mikaelson’s wife. daemon targaryen’s whore. I write for tvdu and asoiaf ... mostly smut. this blog is 18+ only

"Do you have any idea how rare love is? In a thousand years, I have found it but twice, and when I have, I have honored it."

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Silk and Sin (Elijah X F!Reader)

🕯️ KINKTOBER 2025 — DAY 26 💫 Title: Silk and Sin 📚 Genre: Gothic Romance | Lingerie | Cuckoldry | Emotional Power Play 🎬 Fandom: The Originals 👥 Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson × Female Reader 📜 Summary: You wore the crimson lace as a dare—Klaus’ gift, Elijah’s undoing. For a man built on centuries of restraint, jealousy becomes a quiet apocalypse. He says nothing when he sees you; he only circles like a predator in fine silk, every glance a sharp accusation, every touch a punishment. And when he unveils the mannequin draped in the same lace—your shape, your scent, your ghost—you finally comprehend: jealousy isn’t beneath Elijah Mikaelson. It is him.

SMUT WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

You wore the crimson lace as a dare—Klaus’ gift, Elijah’s undoing. For a man built on centuries of restraint, jealousy becomes a quiet apocalypse. He says nothing when he sees you, only circles like a predator in fine silk. Every glance is an accusation, every touch a punishment, and beneath each subtle movement, you feel the ache of something deeper—like a piano wire pulled taut between your ribs, vibrating with tension you’re too afraid to name, and every breath between you is a rope wound tighter with tension.

He watches you move through the parlor like a relic he hasn’t decided to claim—yet. The lace clings to you, barely concealing skin he’s committed to memory in quieter times. It’s not just the lingerie. It’s the implication: Klaus gave it to you. You wore it in Elijah’s house. You stood, back arched, glass in hand, and smiled.

Elijah says nothing. He doesn’t need to.

When he speaks, it’s later. Alone. In the quiet room where the music doesn’t reach and the fireplace crackles low. You don’t hear his footsteps—you feel them, like thunder beneath marble floors.

He closes the door behind you both.

“Do you understand what you’ve done?” he asks, voice low, patient, precise. A blade sheathed in velvet.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes.

His eyes rake over your body, not hungrily—meticulously. As if each thread of lace is another offense to catalog. “My brother gave you that?” he asks, finally stepping close enough that your perfume warps beneath the weight of his.

You nod. “It was a joke. He thought—”

Elijah’s hand lifts. A single finger pressed to your lips.

“I’m not interested in what Klaus thought.”

He steps back. You think he’s going to leave.

Instead, he opens a narrow door behind the bookshelf and gestures for you to follow.

What lies behind the bookshelf isn’t a closet—it’s a chamber, narrow and suffocating in its intimacy. The walls are smooth stone, the air thick with warmth and wax. Shadows flicker with the pulse of dozens of low candles, their flames casting the illusion of movement even when you’re standing still.

And in the center: a mannequin. Draped in crimson lace. Your exact size. Your shape. The lingerie on it is identical to what you wear.

And it smells like you.

“Elijah—” you whisper, heart fluttering with something that isn’t quite fear.

“I had it commissioned,” he says simply. “After the first time you wore it.”

You stare at him. “That was months ago.”

“I remember,” he says, and for a moment, something in him fractures—just behind the eyes.

He steps forward again. Reaches for the mannequin. Runs his hands down its sides. “She’s never spoken back to me. But I’ve said so many things to her. Things I could never say to you.”

You feel breathless. Powerless. But you step toward him anyway. He doesn’t stop you. Just watches.

“You’ve been using—”

He turns then. Sharp. Predatory. “Don’t finish that sentence unless you’re prepared for the answer.”

Your heart hammers.

Then he’s in front of you. The mannequin to your side. His fingers hook the edge of your panties and snap them against your skin—not roughly. Deliberately.

“You want me to lose control,” he murmurs. “You want me to hurt.”

His voice dips lower, and his fingers tighten at your hip, grounding you, making sure you can’t step away. A flicker of heat pulses through you, sharp and instant, clashing with the defiance rising in your chest.

“I want you to feel,” you snap back, and your hand finds his chest, pushing—not to escape, but to challenge. The air between you shifts, heavy, electric. A single breath and everything changes.

That breaks him.

Elijah pushes you back against the mannequin. The lace scratches your spine as his hands lift you. He pins you there, eye to eye with your own ghost in silk. He doesn’t kiss you. Not yet.

He turns your head to face it.

“This is who I touched when I couldn’t have you.”

Then he kisses your neck. Bites. The pain is soft, meant to linger. You cry out, but he only pushes harder. His hand slides up your ribcage, thumb brushing under the swell of your breast, teasing but never kind. The lace scrapes with every movement, taut and tingling.

When he finally takes you—right there, standing, pinned—it’s punishing. Slow. Intimate. His mouth never leaves your throat, lips dragging over your skin with every thrust like a benediction and a curse. His hand stays locked on the small of your back, pressing you against her—you—the whole time, forcing you to feel the lace imprint into your spine, a mirror to the one straining and damp against your skin.

The way he moves is deliberate, devastating. His cock stretches you full and aching, each grind of his hips a controlled burn, a sermon in dominance. He withdraws nearly to the tip before slamming back in, each movement laced with withheld fury, with years of restraint unraveling.

The room smells of wax, silk, and sex—his scent woven into the air like a vice. The heat is stifling, clinging to your skin in waves, every breath heavy as if the atmosphere itself is saturated with his presence. scent overtaking everything. You moan and writhe but the grip on your hip holds you still, grounded, trembling beneath his control. He hisses when your pussy clenches around him, voice rasping into your skin.

“You were mine before you even knew it.”

He says nothing else. Just breathes harder. Faster. Until you’re clawing at his back, nails raking over his shirt, voice broken into gasps that barely form his name. You choke on it—on the worship, the punishment, the unbearable want.

You break before he does.

Your orgasm hits like confession—tears spilling, voice choking as your walls clamp around him, desperate and spent. He doesn't let up. Not until you’re limp, shuddering, begging in fractured syllables. He fucks you through it, relentless, murmuring low against your ear—not comfort, but possession.

Only then, only then, does he still inside you. And it’s not softness—it’s reverence. A kiss against your temple. Possessive. Eternal. As if to mark you.

He doesn’t pull out immediately. He lingers, rooted deep inside you like a warning, like a vow not yet spoken aloud. Each breath he takes drags across your neck, and you can feel the tension still humming beneath his skin, not sated—just postponed. Possession pulses in the silence between your bodies, and you know: this isn’t the end. It’s only the pause before the next lesson.. Keeps you impaled on his cock, lets you feel every throb of him pulsing inside you while the mannequin’s lace digs into your back.

“You wore it for him,” Elijah whispers finally, “but you’ll never forget who made you feel it.”

Jealousy isn’t beneath Elijah Mikaelson.

It is him.

[baseballbitch116]

The Allure of Darkness | Book 1 (on Wattpad) 

Charlotte Fell has never had an easy life. Her mother has always been absent, following her best friend - Kelly Donovan - around the country and leaving her to fend for herself. Learning early to rely only on herself-and sometimes Matt-becoming a vampire was the best thing to ever happen to her, although it strained some of her few friendships. But everything changes for her again senior year, when she crosses paths with the mysterious Originals. Charlotte can't help but be drawn to-captivated by-Klaus. His darkness feels achingly familiar, like a reflection of her own hidden scars. But the closer she gets to him, the more her world unravels. Klaus is the most feared vampire, with a thousand years of vile acts behind him-but there was an undeniable tension between them. Now Charlotte must decide: is Klaus worth the danger and sacrifices?

 Starts in Season 3 of TVD

Book 1 | 23+ long chapters

"The monster everyone fears... is the only one who makes me feel loved."

[andreal831]

Scenepack Links for TVDU

As many of you know, I'm deleting all of my Meta accounts. But I will keep my Mega links up so you can still download the links to my scenepacks. I'll also keep them here so you can find them if you lose the link.

Let me know if you have problems with any of them!

Haylijah:

Episodes 1x01 - 1x10 Scenes Link || 1 file || 31:22 || 14.28 GB Episodes 1x11 - 1x22 Scenes Link || 1 file || 43:11 || 19.67 GB Episodes 2x01 - 2x09 Scenes Link || 1 file || 15:03 || 3.71 GB Episodes 2x09 - 2x22 Scenes Link || 1 file || 19:17 || 4.75 GB Episodes 3x01 - 3x11 Scenes Link || 1 file || 20:10 || 4.96 GB Episodes 3x12 - 3x22 Scenes Link || 1 file || 19:33 || 4.81 GB Elijah Mourning Hayley Scenes Link || 1 file || 11:15 || 5.12 GB  Miscellaneous Haylijah Scenes Link || 1 file || 10:26 || 3.99 GB

Elijah Mikaelson:

Elijah Mikaelson Season 1 Scenes Link || 1 file | 4:05 | 1.5 GB Elijah Mikaelson Season 2 Scenes Link || 1 file || 55:05 || 13.55 GB Iconic Elijah Moments All Scenes Link || 1 file || 9:44 || 2.39 GB Elijah Mikaelson Red Door Scenes Link || 3 files | 41:59 | 15.12 GB Domestic Elijah Mikaelson Scenes Link || 1 file || 1:45 || 807 MB  Elijah on Piano Scenes Link || 1 file || 3:55 || 1.78 GB Elijah Mikaelson Gym Attire Link || 1 file || 1:11 || 545 MB Elijah's Vampire Face Scenes Link || 1 file || 0:22 || 161.3 MB "Says the man in the $5,000 suit" Link || 1 file || 1:20 || 340.2 MB

Mikaelson Family:

Elijah & Rebekah: All Scenes Link || 7 files || 66.09 || 30.08 GB Elijah & Hope: All Scenes Link || 2 files || 23:35 || 10.63 GB Elijah & Marcel: All Scenes Link || 6 files || 1:52:00 || 27.53 GB  Mikaelson Crashout All Scenes Link || 1 file || 3:08 || 342.3 MB "You look like father." Link || 1 file || 1:00 || 255.6 MB

Flashbacks:

All Rebekah Mikaelson scenes in 1919 Link || 1 file || 7:04 || 2.72 GB Mikaelsons 980 - 1001 All Scenes Link || 3 files || 24:36 || 8.85 GB Dahlia 970 - 15th Century Scenes Link || 1 file || 13:44 || 3.38 GB

Misc.:

Fleur-de-Lis Sanatorium (1x14) Link || 1 file || 21:30 || 9.80 GB  Cami's Compulsion Season 1 Link || 1 file || 18:09 || 6.71 GB Céleste Dubois (Raney Branch) Link || 1 file || 4:19 || 1.96 GB New Orleans Aesthetic Scenes Link || 1 file || 3:32 || 1.61 GB

[themysticfallsdaily]

[ixcgm]

she/her | 20 | Pisces ♓ | bilingual (Spanish / English) | Swiftie | Wattpad Writer

💌 I write dark romance, supernatural, and crossover fanfics filled with tension, emotion, and drama.

✦ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries ✦ Marvel ✦ Chicago P.D. ✦ John Wick ✦ Hawaii Five-0 ✦ The Blacklist ✦ Yellowstone ✦ The Gray Man ✦ The 355 ✦ Mission Impossible ✦ Arrow

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✦House M.D.

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[caitlynsalvatore]

''Durante más de un siglo, viví oculto: entre las sombras, solo en el mundo. Hasta ahora. Soy un vampiro, y esta es mi historia.'' Un buen momento para iniciar sin duda es el PILOTO de TVD, entre las diversas curiosidades que estoy recopilando de ese proyecto, me emociona ver como la escencia de ese capitulo nunca se perdio, tenemos en claro que las ultimas dos temporadas pudieron resumirse, pero aún así y con todas sus decepciones, TVD demostró mantener ese toque de amor, aventura y un poco de peligro que tanto nos enamoro desde su PILOTO.

¿ustedes que opinan del primer capitulo?