ahhh it took me ages to update, again, sorry ! there is no smut, sorry about that, i did just recently write an imagine about elijah which included smut though, so.. (: (((though you can never have too much of elijah smut but idk))) i'm not sure if there is anything too serious, but the reader aka you acts very hateful towards herself in this imagine so read with caution if that makes you uncomfortable !

also goddamn that gif damn son ugh rAVAGE ME

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Imagine being insecure and self-conscious so Elijah helps you with it and to thank him you seduce him

To be honest, you weren't happy with the way you were.

In fact, you quite frankly hated yourself, your personality and your ways to handle things, your body and your looks and the way you were always so insecure, but you couldn't help but feel less than others. Sometimes, you had to think long and hard before coming up with a single reason why someone like Elijah Mikaelson would ever date you, but he was more than willing to list dozens of reasons. But none of them really made you feel better, and you usually kept quiet about the way you felt towards yourself, because you knew it would just concern Elijah and he was definitely one to take care of someone no matter what - he was addicted to fixing things, people, problems, and you didn't want to trouble with him your personal issues.

What you didn't understand was that he was your boyfriend of two years now, and he was there to support and hold you, to give you comfort and warmth and love and make you feel loved, and beautiful and worthy. He was often spoiling you with fancy dinners, dresses, jewelry and at least twice a week he took you out to do something special and wonderful, but you were afraid that to him it felt just like something he had to do. Like it was homework, or chores to him. You had started to feel like a burden, like you were nothing but a chain on his ankle.

Elijah loved you of course, he loved you more than anything, and he believed he was doing a good job on expressing it. Though in his opinion there were no right words, or enough loving gestures or any ways to tell you how much he loved you, truly and deeply, everything about you no matter what. You just happened to be very insecure and shy and hate yourself so much, you couldn't possibly understand that.

You began closing yourself in your shell, you started avoiding dates with Elijah and you stopped giving him as many kisses as you used to, you threw away all your dresses - including the fancy, gorgeous ones he, or even Niklaus had given. Not only Elijah, but also his family loved you, but you were too blind to see the way everyone appreciated and adored you. Elijah was in fact planning to ask you to marry him soon, but before he had the time to take the big step, he found out about your problem - the way you were hating on yourself, but he was lucky he did. He didn't want you to drive yourself crazy, to a much darker side.

Even though living in Mystic Falls was like a dream, it wasn't full of kind, caring people like Elijah, and on one day, you got yelled at. Not in an aggressive way, but it was insulting for sure, and you were obviously in tears when you arrived to the house you and Elijah shared, your home. You slid down against the front door, and you chuckled at the movie-like act, but kept on sitting on the floor while crying, nearly your eyes out. You had been feeling awful for a long while, and hearing such negative comments from someone didn't help at all. God, they were so bad, you couldn't even figure out how anyone came up with things like that. If you hadn't been deep enough yet, this managed to bring you down, push you to the bottom, make you feel worse than ever.

After crying for what felt like hours, but possibly wasn't more than some minutes, you went to your bedroom upstairs and sighed in relief when you noticed how Elijah wasn't there, so he probably wasn't home. Although he probably would have come to comfort you already if he was. He was usually either dealing with his siblings or whatever his siblings had started, or on your bed, just calming down and relaxing for a moment. But he wasn't there now, and you were glad.

You walked to the mirror in your bedroom, and took off your shirt. It would only make you feel more terrible, but you felt the need to look at your body long and hard and judge you, every inch of you in your mind. You hated your arms, you hated your chest, you hated your neck and your stomach and back and after taking off your jeans, you realized how much you despised your thighs and your legs and butt and feet. All you could think about, was why did you have to be this way?

The way you looked was only one of the things you hated in yourself. There was your personality, you were one annoying little brat, you knew it. You were so stupid, and irritating, how did anyone ever deal with you? You remembered the way Rebekah always smiled at you, and decided that the look in her eyes must have taken years of learning and hard work, and that fake smile, oh, it was good. But it had to be fake. She couldn't like you. Why would she?

You weren't that annoying, really. You were the kind of annoying everyone loves. You would tease Elijah, and he would pout and not talk to you until he'd just have to smile and laugh, and kiss you. You were funny and easy to love and just great, and beautiful too, but you couldn't believe it when you looked at your face from the mirror.

Look at those eyes, and those cheeks and nose and lips. And that forehead, and ears and eyebrows and hair and skin.

You couldn't stand it anymore, the pressure on you, so you ended up smashing the mirror to pieces with your fist, causing your knuckles to bleed. Perfect. Tears rolled down on your cheeks as you continued to hatefully glare at the mirror, now broken, most of it on the floor. You swallowed thickly while looking down at the sharp pieces, but before your thoughts drove you into something you couldn't believe you even considered, Elijah arrived home concluding from the loud noises downstairs. He shut the door, and silence took over the house for a moment before he started to run quickly to your bedroom.

"Y/N, dear? Y/N, what happened- wh-why do I smell...", he started and ran to the door, and his heart sank when he saw you, standing in the middle of pieces of glass, crying, bleeding, falling apart in front of his eyes. "Blood...", he finished his sentence, but then quickly rushed to you, and wrapped his arms around you. You couldn't hug him back, he was holding you so tightly your own arms were squeezed against your sides and he was closing you, with his warm, large arms and his hand was on the back of your head while his lips pressed into your hair multiple times. He was obviously worried, and it was no wonder.

He held you there for a long while, but then he understood you still had those nasty marks on your hand, so he bit his wrist and fed you some of his blood. You agreed to take it, although you could not deny the exciting tingle in you because of your bloody knuckles. You had hurt yourself, though that wasn't what you aimed for, but it had sparked something inside you. But Elijah, he wasn't going to let you fall down again. He knew now, how serious the troubles you had with yourself were and he was going to make things alright and save you from yourself. He had decided so already, and he was going to do his everything to make you happy and confident. He needed you.

"I love you. I love you very much, Y/N, and I promise to make things right", he began and choked on the tears he had let out, "I promise."

That was the last thing he said that night, the last thing either of you said. He took you to your bed, and held you until you fell asleep. Only then he went to clean up the mess you made with the mirror, and planned all kinds of ways to make you realize how beautiful and perfect you were to him. You deserved all the love, and he was going to give it to you.

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After that one night, when he came home and found you so fragile and vulnerable, he had been all about loving you. He was kind of upset that he hadn't done well enough the job he had as a boyfriend, and kept on blaming himself but didn't let it get to him because he had to take care of you now. You were in the first place. He put you and your needs ahead of himself, and you loved him so much because of that. You hated to be the center of attention and take all of his time, but you admitted that you needed it, so you didn't argue with the endless displays of love and affection and romantic gestures.

All thanks to Elijah, your confidence had been building up wonderfully and you now felt pretty enough to wear dresses that he bought for you, though bikinis were still totally unacceptable. Although you felt comfortable with some things now, and loved Elijah, somehow sex had been missing from your relationship lately. After he understood how insecure you were, it just dropped out, he didn't want to push you into anything or make you uncomfortable. And you didn't understand to fix the situation either, until the sexual frustration started to build on you and you had to do something.

Elijah had been amazing, and you decided that he deserved some loving, he had earned it and planned to seduce him on one night. He was obviously exhausted from watching over his siblings like they were toddlers, and when he had to take care of you too, he was drained of energy. You tried to tell him he didn't have to take you anywhere sometimes, but he was too stubborn to let go, and so, nearly every day he spoiled you with love because that was just how great he truly was. And in return, you planned a nice evening for him.

You bought yourself some new underwear, a sexy set of lingerie and it was honestly new and weird to you - you were used to wearing basic bra and panties, instead of something incredibly sexy and seductive, but eventually, with the help of Caroline, you managed to get yourself something nice. Before Elijah arrived home, you prepared some candles and roses to set the romantic mood, and you put on some lovely music to play in the background. You had spent hours looking for good songs, and the result was successful in your opinion. As you sat there, on the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come home, listening to the songs you had chosen and wearing the lingerie you and Caroline had picked for you, you felt sexy - more than ever.

A moment later Elijah came home, and you shuffled on the bed, until you were in a position that felt good and seductive to you. You waited for him to come to the bedroom, you knew it would be the first place he would go to so you were all ready for him. In only a few seconds, your man walked through the doorway while talking about his day and taking off his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt. The sight made you bite your lower lip, he was hot, so hot, and the lust in you only grew stronger, bigger and better second by second. As you looked at him there, undressing himself already without even understanding what was going on, you understood how awfully you needed him, and how long it had been since your last time.

Whenever Elijah happened to look at you and see you wearing what you did, he realized the situation he had walked into. He trailed off with his words that got stuck in his throat and he stared at you in amazement, while understanding the music, the candles, just everything.

"Y/N...", he whispered, but didn't know how to continue. You smirked, glad that you could get such a reaction out of him but you had expected nothing less. Elijah was incredibly, deeply, seriously in love with you and you had understood how much he adored and admired you - it was amazing, really, how in love someone could be.

"Good, you already started", you commented, referring to his open shirt and loose tie, "I think I should help, though." A smile was on your lips as you got up from the bed and walked to Elijah. Your fingers played with the shirt, until you decided to take it off, and after a short while, he was already in only his briefs.

Elijah pushed you down to the bed, and kissed you passionately, to which you responded gladly. While he moved his lips from your mouth down to your neck, you thanked him quietly for all he had done to you. He smiled softly, and grinded his lower body against yours, and it earned a long moan from you. Those kisses, and those movements, were only the beginning of a long, lovely, passionate night.

And you and Elijah, you loved each other very much and lived in happiness. Eventually you got married, too, and every day went with him showering you with gifts and love. And honestly, you couldn't think of a better way to spend your life. With Elijah, everything was perfect.

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tbh i have so many problems with myself like all of my friends spend their money on make-up and crop tops and skinny jeans and then there's me walking around in my captain america sweats with my hands full of movies and books and food and lol omg don't even let me get started on exercising like no thanks more like extra fries ok i'm so lazy and all that hahaha (sad)

but nevertheless i'm sure that eventually i'll find my own elijah ((hopefully it's actually elijah)) and all of you will find that special someone too, if you still haven't, because you all deserve to be loved and are perfect in your own ways even if you're a lazy weird fangirl like me and obsessing over fictional characters instead of having a real boyfriend OKAY I LOVE YOU GUYS AND YOU SHOULD LOVE YOURSELVES TOO