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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.

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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.

[haileygarciasunshine]

The Switch

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 397

Warning: None

Summary: The reader turns off her humanity, causing her friend to reveal his feelings towards her.

Requested: Yes❣️🥰💓

Prompt Used:  37.) “Are they together yet?”

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“She what?” Elijah’s voice boomed through the phone.

Nikalus chuckled at his brothers response.

“Keep her there. I’m coming home.” Elijah hung up, not bothering to wait for a response.

“Why did you do that?” You questioned with a scoff, as you continued watching your movie. Kol plopped down beside you on the couch. 

“Hello love.” He greeted.

“Hey.” You greeted with a smirk.

It wasn’t long before the front door flew open, revealing a fuming Elijah.

“Y/N!” His voice boomed, heading to the living room. “Leave us.”

Both Kol and Klaus were gone in a flash.

“How could you turn your humanity off?” He seethed. 

“Calm down Elijah.” You huffed. “I didn’t hurt anyone.” 

“Do you not realize the sincerity of this?”

You chuckled, getting up from your spot on the couch. Walking over to Elijah you stood toe to toe with him. “Oh, I do Elijah. I just don’t care.”

Huffing in defeat he stomped away.

“You’re going to be the death of him love.” Kol stated leaning against the door frame.

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “Yeah right.” Huffing you continued. “He doesn’t like me that way, Kol.”

Kicking off of the frame, he slowly stopped in front of you. His arms crossed over his chest.

“You can’t be serious love.”

You hummed in response. 

“He is crazy about you, Y/N.” He scoffed. “Why do you think he came back?” 

“Kol!” Elijah’s voice boomed, interrupting him. “Enough!”

Kol vampsped out of the room, meeting Klaus in the kitchen.

“Are they together yet?” Klaus questioned.

Kol chuckled. “Not yet brother.”

“Y/N.” Elijah knelled down in front of you.

“What?” You asked in a harsh tone.

“Come back.” His hand holding your cheek in his hand, as his thumb traveled along the pains of your face.

“Give me one good reason, why I should.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

Letting out a sigh, he gently held both of your hands in his. “Because I have feelings for you, Y/N.”

A gasp fell from your lips.

“Please. Turn your switch back on.”

Closing your eyes, you felt your humanity switch back. Slowly opening your eyes, your gaze fell on Elijah. 

Taking in his expression, he looked at you with sincerity. Lifting your hand, you brought it up to Elijah’s cheek. He surprised you by leaning into your hand while closing his eyes.

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Hot Water

Pairing: Elijah x Reader

Shower Smut

The hot water ran down her back as she leaned more into the kiss while stroking him in her hand.

Elijah cupped his loves face pulling her in closer to him, if that was even possible.

"You're so hard Lijah." Y/N smiled before softly tugging at his bottom lip.

He didn't want to lose control but how could he possibly not!

"My dear, I need to be inside you."

His hands traveled down her back and under her bum.

She looked up at him with her E/C eyes full of lust.

Elijah picked her up pressing her up against the shower wall.

He took his length pumping it a few times before setting it at her entrance.

He carefully ran his tip between her soaked folds earning a moan from her.

"Don't tease me Lij." Y/N pouted.

Elijah smiled before thrusting up into her.

"Oh fuck." Y/N cried.

"Waking up and hearing you please yourself, you're a naughty girl. You know only I can touch you."

Y/N tightened her thighs around him. "I'm sorry baby... But you made me wait all night for you to get home and you never showed, I shouldn't of been alone for so long."

Elijah nipped at her shoulder going up to her neck.

"And when I woke up this morning seeing you asleep... I just feel my panties get soaked. I wanted to suck your cock off as a Good Morning but you were a bad boy who didn't come ho- OH YES!"

Elijah's thrust soon became harder and faster causing Y/N's toes to curl.

"You have such a tight cunt dear... Do I not fuck you enough!?"

"I'm-I'm gonna cum." Y/N's breathing became more heavier as she scratched up and down Elijah's back. "Elijah... Please cum in me."

Elijah bucked his hips harder and soon his seed spilled into her a bit running down Y/N's legs.

"I'll do my best to give you my full attention from now on... I love you." Elijah panted as he hid his face in her neck.

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