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oncasette · 7 months

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𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗦 (𝗦𝗢 𝗗𝗢 𝗜)

KINKTOBER ACT II, eric northman x fem!reader

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“You smell fucking amazing,” he groans and his teeth drag against your pulse point. Before you can make any sort of comment on that, you feel his teeth puncture into your skin just as two of his fingers sink into your cunt. His incredibly long and devastatingly thick fingers that are already stretching you out as they slowly thrust in.

or the one where eric has a specific taste for blood. yours.

warnings: not beta’d, smut, significant age gap (eric is like 1000, r is early 20s), dub-con, mind control on the low, blood drinking, high sex (eric's blood/v), smoking

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When vampires had first come out of the coffin, you’d been barely above the age of seventeen, and their integration into the mainstream had been a whirlwind you’d been utterly unprepared for. Being from the south, your parents had instilled a deep sense of distrust in your fanged counterparts. Or, in your own words, fear.

Your parents had nearly tried to keep you out of college because of it, claiming you’d be much safer here at home, but you’d nipped that in the bud fairly quickly. Still, that didn’t mean you were going to let it slip to them where you were going on your evenings spent at home over the summer. All they needed to know is that you’d be home in the morning.

Your friends had been begging you to go to this bar across town with them for ages. They’d been going for years, but, being the only one in the group not willing to get a fake ID, you’d been left out of all the fun. Now, though, that you were over the legal drinking age, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to check it out seeing as your friends seemed to like it so much. Or, as you came to find out, seeing as they apparently liked the owner so much.

“You’re gonna freak when you see him,” Rachel says, looking over at you from the driver’s seat. You’d been friends with Rachel for forever, longer than you can remember. She’d gone off to school somewhere in the northeast–a liberal arts college with less than two thousand total students–and it’d been ages since you’d last seen her.

“I don’t get what’s so special about him?”

“Are you kidding me?” Rachel squeaks. “About Eric fucking Northman?”

Anyone who’d been west of Baton Rouge knew the name Eric Northman. It was undeniable. Someone could whisper the name in a corner of a packed ballroom, and a hush would fall over the crowd.

And, yet, somehow, despite living in Shreveport since your conception, it hadn’t crossed your path.

“Yeah?” you drawl. “He’s probably just some guy.”

“Some guy,” Gina scoffs.

“He’s quite literally the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen,” she says as she fiddles with her engagement ring. “He’s a fucking god.”

“Sure,” you say, rolling your eyes.

It isn’t much longer before you’re pulling into a shady parking lot behind a vacant liquor store. There’s a couple other cars in the lot, mostly what your father would call shit-boxes that have either been sewn together with duct tape or have bumpers that have been left to drag the ground. Slamming the passenger door shut, you reach into the pocket of your jacket to take out the pack of cigarettes, stamping one on your bottom lip as you dig further in the pocket to find your lighter.

Your friends have already walked across the lot to step into line when you finally get a light, shoving your materials back into your jacket as you jog over to where they are at the back of the, thankfully, fast-moving line.

“Really?” Rachel asks.

“Just be glad I didn’t do it in the car, okay.” You offer a squint of your eyes in a pseudo smile.

“Whatever,” she sighs.

The bouncer lets the three men in biker jackets ahead of you in and stops to examine you. She seems to recognize your friends and nods at them to follow the men, only to stick a manicured hand out in front of your chest as soon as you take a step.

“I’m with them,” you huff, tapping the ashes out of your cigarette.

“Sorry, sweetie. I’m gonna need to see some ID,” she drawls. The sweetie comes out in a sharp bite that has you taking a step away from her outstretched arm. She grabs the butt from between your lips and stamps it out beneath her stiletto’d heel.

“Fine,” you say. Digging in the other pocket of your jacket, you grab your wallet and hand over your driver's license. You’re thankful you’d just recently gotten your ID updated and have the horizontal one now, or you’re sure she would’ve kept you back. Where, you’re also sure, your friends would have left you to sit for the rest of the night.

“Have a good night,” she says, handing it back to you and allowing you to step into the crimson bar. As soon as you’re through the door, you dig your pack out and light a new cigarette. Bitch.

Your eyes gravitate toward the stage. A very large throne sits to the side of it, flanked by two overgrown men with their eyes scanning the small dance floor at the foot of the stage. The man in the throne is bigger. Much bigger. Large to the point that he dwarfs the chair you think would swallow you whole. You watch as he sits up, spine straightening as he looks the crowd over.

You don’t think anything of it until his gaze falls on you. He seems to smile, and it’s then that you see the sharp canines extending out of his gums.

You suppose coming to a vampire bar should’ve made you mentally prepare to come into contact with a vampire or two.

The man on the throne appears before you in an instant, fangs retracted as he gives you a softer smile than he’d had previously. It unnerves you, still, with the way his eyes seem glazed over and his body hovers over yours. You glance back at the stage, eyes flickering nervously back and forth as if it’d just been a trick of the lights and you’d catch him lounging there again if you blinked hard enough.

“You are… a pretty thing, aren’t you,” he says, voice growling in a register lower than you’d been expecting. It sends a shiver down your spine. He’s tall. Frighteningly, inhumanly tall in a way that has you cowering beneath him. Even seeing him on the stage before, it’s much more shocking up close. “It’s a shame you feel the need to taint it with that.”

He gestures to the stick between your lips with a flippant gesture, plucking it from your mouth to stamp it beneath his boot. What’s with everyone stealing your cigarettes tonight?

“Hey-”

“Still,” he leans down until his nose is inches away from your jaw and inhales. You don’t have the time to push him back before he’s returned to his full height.

“Who the fuck are you?” you ask, attempting to take a step back only to bump into one of the bustling–and fairly sweaty–bodies behind you. The man raises his brow in surprise.

“My, my,” he says. “Coming all the way out to my little bar and you treat me this way?”

“Eric,” you exhale. Your friends were right. He’s beautiful.

“And you are?” You give him your name in a huff.

“Follow me,” he says.

“I don’t know-” His fingers come up beneath your chin to tilt your face so that you’re like him in the eye. Something swirls within them, something you can’t place. You do your best to ignore the dull throb emanating beneath your dress.

“Follow me.”

Your legs seem to move of their own accord, hand reaching up to take his as he leads you across the dingy floor towards a door beside the bar. You dodge bodies crumpled together between tables and chairs and slink behind him as he nods at a bouncer guarding the door. Once it’s open, he gestures for you to enter first.

It’s a small office looking room. Various pictures and files line the walls and every surface is drowned in boxes and other small objects. You don’t have the time to get a good look at any of them, though, before Eric is spinning you to face him once again.

You can see the way his lips twitch as you meet his gaze, nostrils flared. His hand lands on your shoulder, dragging down the side of your arm as goosebumps sprout in its wake. You want to blame it on the fact that he’s freezing, on the fact that he’s got fangs. On the fact that he owns this whole bar and now you’re standing in his office with the door locked. Not on the fact that he’s probably got decades of experience. Or, god forbid, centuries.

“Why did you bring me here?” you ask. It comes out in a whisper, voice hoarse from swallowing hard. Breath hitching, your knees do their best not to buckle as Eric steps into you, forcing you back until your ass hits the edge of his desk. His leg comes to press between your thighs. With a nudge, his knee would be pressing directly against you, and you’re thankful he gives you the space. You inch up the desk until you’re halfway sitting on it. There’s no reason for you to be as hot as you are right now, and less of a reason for him to know about it so soon. Honestly, he can probably smell it on you.

“Why do you think I brought you back here?” he asks, hands falling against your thighs. There’s no pressure, just their presence.

“I don’t fuck random guys in bars,” you say.

He stalls, hands crawling up to rest on your hips.

“I’m the owner.”

“So I was right,” you say. “You lured me back here just to fuck me.”

He hums. You can’t tell if it's in agreement. His knee presses into you fully and you hope he chooses not to comment on how you’re pulsating against it.

“Would you like that?” he asks. He brings his hands down again, this time to the hem of your dress. He begins to push up. Slowly. Oh, so slow, you barely register it until it’s bunched up at the tops of your thighs. You’re not sure why you nod. You think if asked you at a different time, a second before or after, you would have shaken your head and allowed him to lead you back out to the patrons, to your two friends who would lose their minds if they knew where you were right now.

His mouth finds yours as he pushes your dress the rest of the way up. You can feel the way you’re leaving a damp spot against his pants and try not to whimper as he applies more pressure with his knee. You don’t succeed in that venture. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss. It’s not nearly as rough as you had expected it to be, but it’s far from soft. His tongue is in your mouth, licking at the flats of your teeth. His fingers dig into your skin as he thumbs at the seam of your panties, pressing it to the side enough to gather the wetness coating your slit and drag it up to your clit. Your hips jump against him.

He disconnects your lips to trail his kisses down the dies of your face and down your neck. Pulling back, he draws your eyes up to look, and the dark swirl from earlier returns. “Don’t scream,” he says. “Unless it’s my name.”

Before he re-attaches himself to your neck, you watch as his fangs click out, and you feel the cold rod of fear as it slides down your spine.

“Eric,” you squeal. You’re already dizzy, his tongue laving at the skin of your neck. Finally, he pulls back and you feel seconds away from passing out. His fingers are still inside of you, massaging your walls. His free hand comes up to his mouth, and you watch as his fangs pierce the skin there and he’s holding his bloody palm up to your mouth.

“Drink,” he says. You oblige and suddenly you’re dizzy in an entirely different way. Every touch feels heightened, every item in the room seems to glow, and Eric truly, honestly, looks like a fucking god. The open wound on your neck stops aching and you swear you feel the holes close up.

“Eric, please,” you whine. He tugs your panties down first, balling them up in his fist and tossing them somewhere behind his desk. Then his belt comes undone and he’s yanking his pants down just enough to pull his cock out of the confines. And if you thought his fingers were big before.

“That’s not gonna fucking fit,” you gasp. He jerks himself until he’s fully hard.

“Trust me, sweetheart. It will,” he says as he notches himself against your entrance.

“No, I swear, you’re gonna rip me in half!” “Trying hard not to do that, already,” he says. He pushes in with one solid thrust. Even only halfway in, you can feel him in your throat. “Feel even better than you taste.”

Your ankles link around his back and your feet dig into his ass in an attempt to get him to move, to push into you until you can feel his pelvis against yours. He does. One thrust, then an agonizing pull back before he slams back in.

Every part of you trembles as his pace picks up.

“Oh my god? Oh my god,” you squeak.

“Just me,” he quips and his head falls back. He’s fucking you at a superhuman speed, hips snapping into yours with so much force you think he’s close to bruising your cervix. And still. It feels good. It feels so fucking good. Every touch leaves you tingling and you think you’re going to explode with his hand finding your clit again. He pushes your legs open wider, allowing him to press into you further.

You’ve never been this wet in your life. Not with your vibrator, not with any of your boyfriends, not even with the one you swore you were in love with when you were a sophomore in college. The squelch of his cock driving into you rings in your ears and you don’t think you’ll ever forget the sound. A coil within you begins to wind tight, your body on the precipice of turning into jelly in Eric’s hold.

“I want you to cum for me, sweetheart,” he growls and it’s enough to send you flying. You clench around him, walls fluttering and throbbing as you feel his dick twitch in you.

As soon as you’ve regained your consciousness enough to offer him a weak smile, he’s pulling out of you and spinning you around so that the front of your hips are against the desk. He thrusts into you swiftly once more, never once faltering from the ruinous pace he’d started up previously. Your back arches into the desk. Your pussy feels raw, overstimulated, melting into the pleasure he’s driving into you. Another orgasm is sure to follow. And quickly.

“You are mine, whether you agree to it or not,” he growls. His thrusts begin to grow sloppy, cock twitching with every pump of his hips. With a final push in, he cums and offers you the first bit of warmth he’s been able to give you all night. You fall down the same rabbit hole moments later. Your entire body twitches as you do and you can barely feel anything as he pulls out of you.

He gives you a minute to catch your breath, to gather yourself and spin around to face him as you tug your dress back down your thighs. You’re panting, still, as he wipes the semi-dried blood off of your neck and brings it up to his lips to lick clean.

“No more cigarettes,” he says. “I can’t wait to see how you taste when you’re… pure.”

“I don’t know if I can promise that,” you say.

“You will.”

He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll be seeing you.”

He’s gone before you can ask what he means by that.

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blackleatherjacketz · 3 months

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All Better

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Summary: You miss a meeting because you're sick, and Eric makes a house call to make you feel better.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Eric being Eric, Strep Throat, Antibiotics, Shoving, Blaming, Kissing, Glamoring, Hypnotizing, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Healing Vampire Blood, Blood Drinking, Biting, Vampirism, Nipple Play, Licking, Cunnilingus, Female Orgasm

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“You don’t look very good.” Eric states the obvious as his brows knit together in a look of, wait a minute, is that… concern that you’re seeing on his face? It must be the medication you’re on that’s blurring your vision and dulling your senses, because you’re pretty sure that ‘concern’ isn’t in Eric Northman’s emotional repertoire. “What’s wrong with you?”

It isn’t until he pushes you up against the wall, staring at your pale face as beads of sweat run down your temples that he understands why you didn’t show up to Fangtasia tonight or bother answering your phone when he called. The realization of your illness slowly melts that concerned look of his into a stoic expression of understanding, allowing his pupils to expand just the slightest bit before his lips part in silence.

“I’m just sick, it’s nothing.” You try to look away from him, tempted to fall back into your old habit of isolating yourself when falling ill, only he grabs hold of your chin to prevent that from happening.

“Sick, how?” That sense of understanding gets washed away in a flash, his brief display of genuine emotion quickly covered up by his usual curt and cutting tone.

“It’s just an infection, I know I should have called, I just didn’t think you’d…”

“Didn’t think I’d what?” He tightens his grip on your chin, bringing his face closer to yours. “Didn’t think I’d notice that my favorite human wasn’t there to greet me tonight?”

Favorite human? Did you hear that right? You can’t help but raise your eyebrows in surprise as he admits it out loud, albeit through gritted teeth.

“I was too weak to drive out there, I…” You mutter as his cool grip on your face chills you even more, forcing your body to shiver in its febrile state.

“Then let me heal you.” He offers, his eyes scanning over your shaking form before he brings his wrist up to his mouth.

“What?” Your arrangement with Eric has always been very simple; you show up once a week to let him feed on you and he pays you enough money to cover your mortgage each month. It had never been more than that though, never crossed any other carnal line despite your secret desire for more intimacy with him. He had never once offered you his own blood before, and the idea of it still kind of scares you, if you’re being honest with yourself. “Heal me?”

“So you won’t be sick anymore.” He loosens his grip on your face, his hand falling loosely around your neck.

“I’m on antibiotics, Eric, I don’t need your blood.” You attempt to walk away from him but he places his palm flat across your chest, forcing you back into position against the wall. Even his restrained amount of strength is too much for your weakened muscles to withstand as you wince in pain.

“Let me heal you.” He stares into your eyes, accessing your subconscious mind as you can’t help but stare right back, too tired to put up any sort of emotional barrier between the two of you. You’ve seen him do this to others before, convincing them to do whatever he wanted, whether that be to pay him back, run away or even kill someone for him. You just never thought he’d do it to you.

“Okay,” You hear yourself whisper almost immediately before taking his hand and leading him to the couch at the far end of your living room. You watch him sit down as if he’s already been there dozens of times before, as if he’s lived there with you already, as if he owns the place. You feel him pull you onto his lap, guiding your hips and thighs so that you’re now straddling him in the middle of your couch as his hands carefully smooth their way up your back.

“You’re shivering.” He grins as you settle into him, your pelvis slowly rocking against his hips as his hands find their way into your hair. “I can fix that.”

“Yeah?” As scary as the idea of drinking his blood is, the thought of letting this feverish hell continue any longer seems way worse.

“Let me take care of you.” Eric fumbles through the random items on the side table closest to him until he finds something sharp at his disposal: a ball point pen. He pushes the cap off with his thumb, smiles up at you before jabbing the pen into his neck so quickly, you barely have a chance to register what’s happening before he pulls you in closer. “Now, drink.”

You gasp as your heart races in a confused sense of horror, watching droplets of his blood ooze out of his wound and down the porcelain skin of his neck. Your lips begin to tremble as his fingers weave their way into your hair, pushing your mouth in closer to his throat as you attempt to fight your body’s natural panic response.

“Drink.” He instructs again, only this time more sternly.

Having no other choice but to do as you’re told, you open your mouth and lick the droplets of blood from his neck as he continues to hold you in place. It tastes a little better than you thought it would, a sort of salty mixture with hints of iron and blackberry wine that leaves a surprisingly pleasant aftertaste on the back of your tongue. Kind of like a rich Cabernet.

Well, that’s not so bad, now is it?

You open up again and start down at his clavicle this time, making sure to clean up any remnants of the fluid until you get all the way up to the puncture site, greedily suckling straight from the source. You can hear him moan as you lap him up, feel his grip on your hair tighten as you consume him, getting lost in the closeness of your bodies and the binding of your fluids. You’re sure that he can hear your heart beating wildly inside your chest, thumping hard against his as you wrap your arms around his torso to get even closer to him. You can feel his blood working inside you, healing you on a cellular level; each vampiric red blood cell eradicating any bacteria into oblivion as the weakness leaves your muscles and the pain dissipates from your throat.

“Enough,” he whispers reluctantly, now having to pull your mouth off him. “That’s enough, sweetheart.”

His words barely bring you out of your trance, his salty flesh no longer beneath your tongue as he tugs on your scalp to get you to finally stop drinking. It’s almost as if you’ve been brought back to reality after having one of the most intense dreams you’ve ever had as you watch his wound heal just as quickly as he had made it. You’ll never get used to that.

“It worked.” You exclaim gratefully. “I feel better!”

“I told you.” Eric grins as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip, reminding you that you’ve made quite the mess of yourself. “This is why you have to let me take care of you.”

“I’m not very good at that.” You’ve always had to take care of yourself in the past. One lesson that life has taught you time and time again is that the second you start depending on someone is the very moment that you’ll be disappointed.

“I know, but you have to let me do it anyway.” His eyelids drop halfway down as he looks at you longingly, gazing upon you in a way that you’ve never noticed before.

Maybe it’s that look, or maybe it’s the high of his blood now coursing through your veins that makes you suddenly feel compelled to press your lips against his, letting that vampiric confidence guide your actions. You keep them there for a few seconds, realizing that he isn’t pulling away from you, but instead is kissing you back with just as much enthusiasm as he pulls tighter on your scalp.

You’ve always wanted to kiss him, from the very first moment that you saw him. But something about him told you that he had women throwing themselves at his feet left and right; and you didn’t want to be like one of them. You were just grateful for the little contact you got when he fed upon you each week. You relished every caress of your cheek, every squeeze of your waist that sent shivers down your spine before he ended up drinking his fill. You never thought that he’d be interested in you like this, that he’d actually want you in that type of way at all.

However, his tongue now parts your lips as his kiss intensifies, all but moaning the truth into your mouth as if he’s been waiting just as long to finally taste your lips. His kiss is desperate and sloppy, so different from the perfectly put together business man you first met that night at the bar. His composure casually crumbles to pieces as his hands travel all over your body, frantically grasping onto your muscles until they find themselves in your hair again, his lips curling into a deviously satisfied smirk.

You feel him grow beneath his jeans, his clothed member now brushing against the thin fabric of your underwear as his hips needily writhe against your junction. His deliberate movements trigger that moisture to collect between your thighs as he continues his rhythm upward with several shallow breaths. Now stained in his own blood, his mouth ventures over every inch of your lips and chin before moving down to your jawline, licking a trail alongside your pulse.

You whimper in response, grinding your needy center against him as you brace yourself for the bite that never comes. Instead he lifts your shirt up over your head, exposing your bare breasts to the cool temperature of the room as your nipples harden in front of his face.

“You’ve been holding out on me.” He teases, letting go of the rest of you so he can graze his palms across them, sending a much more intense tingling sensation down your spine.

“I didn’t know that you wanted to…” Your breath hitches as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard before wrapping his arms behind you and turning you on your back. He keeps contact with your skin the entire time, pulling on your sensitive tissue as he looks up at you with those eyes again, dragging your tender bud in between his teeth.

“Really?” He laughs with a smirk. He moves on to the next one before popping it into his mouth while pinching the other, sending a barrage of little fireworks into your skin. “You think I make feeding contracts lightly?”

“No, I uhh…” Your back arches toward the ceiling as he sucks bursts of delight into your tissues, humming a sweet vibration against your skin as you all but melt beneath him. Pleasure being the last sensation you expect to get from Eric’s mouth, you can’t help but feel a little breathless as his fingers simultaneously tug your underwear down your hips as they instinctively lift off the couch cushion to aid in their removal. “It’s hard for me to tell sometimes.”

“You thought I didn’t want you?” He licks a languid path down your quaking abdomen as your muscles contract in hurried anticipation, beads of sweat popping up in his wake. He circles around your navel with his tongue, kissing a hungry trail down your pelvis while his hands help slide your panties off your calves and feet. He smiles and spreads your thighs as far apart as they can go, straining your muscles as he stares at you like a jungle cat would its prey before it pounces. “Looks like I could be a better communicator.”

His fangs drop and his eyes darken, wasting no time in settling between your thighs to take the bite you were wondering would ever come at all. Instead of sinking his fangs into your femoral artery to get the most blood in the least amount of time, though, he bites you just above your swollen center. He laughs as you yelp from the piercing pain, letting that red hot fluid spill down your already dripping wet seam before he dives in to finally taste it.

That cold, blood-thirsty vampire that you’ve known for the past few weeks finally comes out as he starts licking streaks of crimson up and down your puffy lips, spreading the blood and gore into your folds as his tongue delivers that tantalizing balance of pain and pleasure that you’ve only read about in books. He growls like the creature of the night that he is as he devours you, snaking his arms beneath your thighs to pull you in even closer as his mouth delves into your flesh. Unable to be sated, he flicks his tongue up and down your sensitive clit, sending signals of ecstasy up through your spine and into your brain as your eyes flutter with visions of shapes and colors you never knew existed.

Maybe it’s the vampire blood pumping through your veins for the very first time, or maybe it’s Eric’s skilled mouth that forces your eyes to roll back into your head. The way he keeps eating and drinking makes it feel as if each and every tiny hair on your skin is now alive, standing on end waiting for him to touch them, to give them permission to explode until your entire body begins to shake. You reach out for him in vain as the otherworldly sense of euphoria washes over you, forcing every muscle in your body to convulse in rhythmic waves as he relentlessly drinks from your bloody cunt. He glances up at you only to grin as your skin changes color, warming and cooling in phases as your orgasm violently works its way through your skin and bones and finally out of your mouth.

“Eric!” You cry out as he finally pulls back from you, licking his lips as you rattle and hum in the crimson mess he’s made of you. “Oh my God, Eric!”

“See?” He smirks as he watches you come down from your hormonal high, running your hands through his hair as he finally gives your bloody center one last lick. “All better.”

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3d-wifey · 2 months

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The amount of NSFW alphabets I have lined up is diabolical, and yall wouldn't even guess who I'm writing them for

Plus Walter de ville and that one cannibal sebastian Stan plays

Might even add those two hotties from Masters of the air

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bonniebird · 6 months

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Eric Northman x Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked: Hey please write Eric Northman x Reader "You could just spend the night with me and see what happens." #halloween2023

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Warnings: implied smut

Eric looked out the window and shifted nervously. “Your wolf friend isn’t here yet.” Eric complained. You looked up from the magazine you’d been flipping through. Eric was pacing back and forth between glances out the window.

"He probably got held up somewhere. I'm sure I'll be fine until he comes." You said and tried to give Eric an encouraging smile. He stared you down for a moment, still and unmoving before you found your voice and it broke him out of his thoughts. "You could just spend the night with me and see what happens." You added. You'd been joking but he looked at you for a moment before nodding.

"It would probably be better that I do." He said and looked at you before grinning. "You would have to invite me in though."

"You can come in." You said calmly. He moved forward at a rapid speed that was clearly meant to spook you. Holding your ground you stared up at him and didn't flinch. However, your heartbeat betrayed you because it pounded so hard that it rang in your ears. It made him chuckle as he flashed his fangs, still getting no other rise out of you. He looked amused for a moment before allowing a little space between the two of you. He watched you with amusement as you turned away and led him further into your house. You could feel his eyes on you as you made your way to your living room. You knew that you’d caught his eye and had his focus for a long while now. There was something unnervingly intimate about having him in your home. Turning when you felt the pressure of his presence build you jumped. He was much closer than you thought he would be and he gave a wicked grin. You stared at him for a moment and swallowed your nerves, stepping closer. He raised his eyebrows but stayed where he was. No, or never you thought to yourself. Leaning up you moved your hands to his shoulders. He moved in closer and let you kiss him before responding roughly. His fingers dug into your sides as they slid down your body, pulling at your clothes as he manoeuvred you to your sofa. As his fangs left a tingling trail of goosebumps down your neck you found yourself rather grateful that your werewolf friend hadn’t shown up.

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leftingbadly · 3 months

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both. NSFW | godric of gaul, eric northman

A spin-off piece from Between Blood and Barren Homes where you, Eric, and Godric explore your new, developing relationship.

Pairing: Godric/Eric Northman x OFC/You

Rating: 18+

There are so many ways this could have started.

With a kiss?

With a push?

Maybe with anger, yes. Definitely with anger. But it was the sort of anger frustration was made out of, the sort desperation reeks of. You know?

Maybe Eric started it first. Oh, Eric started it first

One day when you’re in your room, and you’d come back from swimming, or you’d gotten out of the shower and the entire room reeked of you– your body wash, your hair oils and shampoo, your body lotion. God, Eric steps one foot into the hallway outside of your bedroom door and he can smell how sweet you are. He can hear you on your bed, taking care of your hair, he’s so attuned to you in that moment that he can hear the very strands of it moving

And he comes to you, because God, how could he not?

It hadn’t been like this at first.

He had hated you at first, as he did all things. But now…

He had told himself over the past weeks that you were just a means to an end, whatever it took to keep his Maker alive, whatever it took to see that Godric didn’t meet the sun– he paid your price, he kept you safe, he did it all

And in doing so, he fell in love with the woman that you are

And oh, the woman that you are

So he comes into your room under false pretences, and he tells you it’s dangerous tonight, because there had been a meeting held, and foreign vampires were in the area. And he looks at you as he says this, in his black tank top, and his cheeks are flushed and you can tell, you can tell, that he’d just fed. Because there was that look in his eye that he always got, a man satisfied, a man sated, a man ready to suck the blood out of the world– and he was staring at you

“What?” The woman asked. Her legs crossed, a bathroom wrapped tightly around her body. She had become accustomed to this, being so vulnerable around the place now. In a home full of vampires it wasn’t hard to be reminded that you were at the mercy of their wills.

“What?” Eric’s voice taut, snapping, despite the kindness he had been predicting all these weeks. He was on the verge of something he couldn’t name. A foreign wind blowing him off an unknown cliff. Towards you, towards you, towards you

“Despite me giving most of my attention to your Maker, as per your request, Eric, I can still tell when things are off with other vampires too. You know?”

His feet bring him forward towards you, as though your words are a lasso around his neck. Step, step, step– and there he was standing before you. Your neck craned up, up, up– fuck, how tall was this man?

“What do you see?”

There were those words again,

Often, often, often would you have heard it from Godric’s mouth

“Tell me what you see.”

It meant: tell me there is more to me than the monster I had made

It meant: tell me that you do see more man in me than that

It meant: Tell me you know that I will not hurt you

“What do you want me to see?” The woman asked. She was careful. She knew the dance. Unlike with Godric, one could not so easily tell Eric Northman he too wore his emotions in his eyes. That same glint, that same wound.

Eric remained quiet as he stared at you. His eyes fixed on the small bump of skin on your neck. You were right there, your throat was right there, but he couldn’t.

He swallowed hard and he stepped back.

“You’re taking care of Godric.”

But it meant: I see the way my Maker looks at you

It meant: I see the way you look at him

Because despite the man he was, oh, the man he was, Eric Northman would not feed or kiss or fuck the woman his Maker held so closely to him

But why…

Why was she staring up at him like that?

Why was she standing up?

Please, please don’t stand up

Fuck, she was walking towards him.

And why did her hand have to feel so soft? And why did the ghost of a heart thrum in his chest where she touched it? Fuck, fuck, fuck–

“You look like you could use some care too, in your long life.”

And what could he do?

What else, truly, could he have done but kiss you in that moment?

Gentle intention and hard lips. Your legs were wrapped around him before either of you knew it. And then changed, turned, Eric found himself on the bed in the next moment and you on his lap, facing away from him

He took pleasure in the way he had to crane your neck, exposing it for all its glorious divinity, his entire palm stretched over it as his hand held your chin and his mouth devoured yours

Saliva mixing, gooey tongue over tongue, he traced your teeth and everything else you would give him

There was a heat building up in the room as your body struggled against his, struggled for more, struggled for deeper, harder– fuck, Eric, your voice called out

“Do something before I lose my mind.” The whimper in your voice unravelled him. The sound of the hinges to your bedroom creaking, unravelled him even more.

He stopped kissing you, a string of saliva pulling between the two of you, as your heads turned to see Godric standing in the doorway. How had he been so lost in you that he couldn’t hear another vampire approaching?

How had he been so lost in you that he couldn’t feel Godric approaching? But there he stood, in all his glory, white linen pants and a grey sweater that dipped so, so deliciously down his chest. Collarbones peaked and tattoos displayed lifetimes of story and chaos. Godric stood as he stared, unmoved, unblinking. And the woman’s breath was bated, but there was a heat in her body and between her legs that wouldn’t stay sated for long. And Eric, oh, sweet Eric, Sweet boy, Eric.

He held in a breath, then exhaled three times before he plucked up the courage.

There was nothing left to do but this.

He had gone too far, he had been too brave. Now, he was going to have to be more bold. More daring. Makers had killed their offspring for far, far less. But here he was now and this was the chance he was going to take.

For a moment he could feel Godric’s wrath, Godric’s pain. For a moment all those months of doubt and discourse within his Maker on whether or not he should or could do anything to you came to a front.

Eric could sense it all now, Godric hid nothing from him

And a bright red monster reared its head, jealousy the colour of blood now

And he wondered for a moment if this was his end

And he wondered for a moment if Godric would spurn those centuries of love and faith between them

And Eric moved his hand on your jaw, and he turned her wide, open, wet mouth to Godric, and he ripped open her blouse with his other hand

A gasp left the woman, of course it did, as Godric stepped closer. The door closed behind him, and he stepped closer, closer, closer

Moments passed as he stared at her, and the cold air made her nipples hard, and the feel of Eric pressing into her back, and the look of Godric’s gaze pressing into her front– it was too much for a woman, she was just a woman, and fuck, she needed someone to do something–

Her back arched as Eric’s hand trailed ever so slightly, cautiously, waiting for Godric to accept the invitation

And he did.

Mouth dipped, fangs bared, Godric stared at the woman as though centuries of restraint were put to shame

He wanted to touch you

But first, he had to ask

Silence rang in the room.

But he couldn’t ask.

The woman’s wide eyes looked up to him, pleading

“Godric, please.”

Please.

Of course he would. Anything. Anything you could do or say or want from him, if you said that word, the entire world was yours. But you weren’t asking for the world. You were asking for a kiss.

“What is it you want?” Godric’s confidence grew. The trepidation in him sizzled out, and where he had initially mistaken your lust for concern, he leaned closer to recognise yours eyes’ true intent. “It seems you have your fill of man in my progeny.”

Your head shook, vehemently. Because for all that had happened between you and Eric, if Godric in this moment didn’t kiss you, you knew you’d go insane. Your hands lifted up and reached around that stupid, simple fucking sweater and you pulled him so hard he crashed into you. And his fangs slices at your lips, and your tongue, and your blood floated into his mouth and you didn’t care.

Because Eric was kissing your neck now

And Godric’s tongue was sliding over yours

And Eric’s hands rested where your gown once was and fuck, it was cold, and fuck, it was hot at the same time

Hands slid over your body as it danced with the sound of ripping fabric. You were naked before you knew it, Eric’s fingers inside of you before you knew it, your hips grinding into them as Godric held you still in his progeny’s lap, before you knew it.

He didn’t break the kiss, not even as Eric moved you further up the bed and Godric followed, lapping at the bloodstream from your mouth where his fangs had cut

“I want to taste her.” Eric’s request was simple, and you damn near died when Godric pulled himself away. And the woman’s eyes followed his, as it looked away from him to his progeny behind her head, and she could do nothing but grind and whimper as Eric stuck his tongue into his Maker’s mouth, stealing the blood Godric had taken from you.

They kissed until the blood was depleted, and then Eric turned your head for more. And Godric bent his face lower, lower than you had expected him to go, to place his mouth over the other set of lips that craved their attention. A gasp left you as his tongue slithered along your folds, cold hands holding them apart, and Eric swallowed those gasps whole. His hands never ceased their attack on your breasts, or your nipples, and the sensation of having two mouths on you, of having Godric and Eric surround you, of having the sheer power and the knowledge that if they wanted to, they could snap you in half with less than a thought.

The woman’s hand gripped into the hair of the smaller man, Godric groaned, the feel of having his hair pulled an unfamiliar and all but welcoming sensation. It had been so long since a woman had tempted him this much, and so long even still since he had felt so connected to Eric through the bond. The thing that linked them together as maker and progeny thrumming with life and blood and lust. And the woman’s body hummed with it, too, as Eric bit his tongue and gave her his blood as well. It was more than what she could handle, more than anything she could handle, and she found her body shaking and her legs wrapping around Godric’s head as she came down from her first orgasm. The first of many, that night.

But Godric was quick. Quicker than she had time to recover, he flipped her over onto his son’s chest and pressed his own into her back. His hand moved her head, turning her neck as his lips sought out hers. He wouldn’t let her go that night without a thousand kisses to her lips. But her head moved, her hand lifted up to grasp his hair again and she dragged it away from her mouth and placed it, to his shock, against her neck.

She felt his dick throb against her ass, and her eyes looked up to Eric as she looked up at him, a silent plea. A distressed beg. She wanted them–

“You want us both to…?”

Godric’s words died on his lips as her gasp overtook the sound of the room. Eric’s teeth plunged into her, not needing further invitation, and Godric’s eyes blared angry and violent and lust-filled before she pushed his head down as well and his teeth sunk into her, too. Her second orgasm overtook her then, and her body shook as the two of them drank from her in tandem.

“Please,” her words were barely a whisper when they finished. “Please. I need it.”

“Who, sweetheart?” Eric asked. His nose rubbing against hers, his tongue still licking his lips. “Whose cock do you want first?”

“Both,” her words were breathless as her head slumped. The desperation was making her tired, and she needed them to relieve her of the pain between her legs.

“Both?” Eric was amused. His eyebrows shot up at the gall of the human woman between them. He was about to interject on behalf of his maker, knowing that the smaller man wouldn’t want to put the woman through that much for her first time with them.

But Godric had been unravelling since he smelled her and his progeny together in the hallway

If he was being honest with himself he was unravelling since the first night he had met her

And fuck, she asked so nicely

How could he deny her anything?

And fuck, she felt so good and soft, and alive between the two of them

Godric’s voice beat out into the open air before Eric’s could.

“Hold onto his shoulders.”

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True Blood Vampires w/ a Human Mate

Pairing(s): Eric; Pam; Godric; x GN!Reader

CW: Vague mentions of sex, violence, etc... Come on, it's True Blood. Mentions of Luke (suicide bomber). Some fluff. Lots of rambling.

Notes: Only on season 4 right now, so I'm sure I'm missing some good characters. Didn't do Bill but if anybody wants a second version of this just ask. I'm open to requests so feel free to send me asks!

Eric Northman

This man only uses humans for three things: feeding, fucking and as a means to an end. If they didn't offer anything useful, they didn't interest him. That was, until you.

Ngl it took this man a long time to recognize his own feelings. It took Pam calling him out to realize he was starting to feel something almost human. Love?

You heard him say it, don't use words he doesn't understand.

Anyways, at first he thought he was just attracted to you due to your blood. He hadn't actually tasted it yet but it was tempting nonetheless.

You were with them at Godric's nest when the suicide bomber attacked. You were further away from Luke than Sookie and Eric, but you were still human.

Eric was the one who pulled the debris out of you and fed you his blood. That was the moment he started to come to terms with his own feelings. He wasn't going to lose you.

This man will protect you from EVERYTHING, vampire or not. If it's a vampire of all things threatening your safety, in his area, well... bless their cold non-beating hearts.

Remember that episode where Lafayette is in the basement, and Eric lets out that inhuman growl while tearing that other man apart? Yeah, he does that.

He's not affectionate at first, especially not in public. If he does hold you it is because you managed to piss him off by talking to other vampires at Fangtasia. So he keeps you where he knows nobody will come after you: in his lap.

Man is probably touch starved. Please offer him a hug when you're alone. It'll be strange for him at first but he secretly loves it.

I think his primary love languages are mostly acts of service and quality time. He wants you to worship the ground he walks on, much like he does you.

Passionate kisses. Rough sex. It's rare for anything to be slow or gentle with him.

He is down for anything really. Just say the word.

Listen, he's not a gentleman. Not unless you explicitly ask for it. He's gonna be rough with almost everything. But he tries for you.

You can try to take control if you want... but just know you're not actually in control. He's just offering you an opportunity to feel like you are.

The moment you get a little too cocky, he'll remind you that he is the thousand year old vampire. He overpowers you easily.

He wants you to become a vampire, but doesn't say anything at first. He actually starts to value your humanity. It keeps him grounded.

That doesn't change the fact that you can't stay human forever. In your current state you are simply too fragile. It was too easy for you to be ripped away from him.

He won't turn you yet, though. He'll wait until you're ready, or until he has no choice.

Pamela Swynford de Beaufort

Eric is the only being that has managed to capture and keep Pam's attention. So your relationship was a slow burn made in hell.

At first she only saw you as another pathetic human that stuck their nose in vampire business too much. You were one of Sookie's dearest friends, and one that seemed to always be involved in her foolish antics.

Much like Sookie, you sympathize with vampires. You actually started to visit Fangtasia as a casual guest.

That's how you managed to capture Pam's attention. Your regular visits always seemed to spark something that resembled joy in her.

Your personality meshed well with hers. Pam is a smart-ass and even more cunning. Your dark humor and equally witty personality amused her.

Eventually you two developed a sort of... arrangement. You offered her your blood, and sex of course, and she offered you protection from the degenerates at Fangtasia.

She did find your blood quite tasty, so she agreed to this.

She claimed you. So nobody else could touch you. Eric didn't care as long as you didn't distract her from her duties.

After some months of seeing each other, Pam started to realize that she was becoming way too attached to you.

It was almost as if she was... in love? No, absolutely not.

She was harsh with you for some time, but eventually started to warm up.

Her primary love languages are acts of service and gift giving. Shower her with quality makeup, jewelry and other gifts. She loves being spoiled.

She'll do the same for you, so expect some rather pricey gifts.

When it comes to sex she prefers being dominant, but if you ask nicely she may let you take that role instead.

Will praise and degrade you at the same time. Just be a good pet for her, yeah?

I feel like she would want to turn you into a vampire asap. She doesn't like knowing that you could die from almost anything.

You don't mind, though. You quite like the idea of being a vampire.

Godric

Godric is one of the few vampires who holds some level of compassion towards humans. So, I feel like it wouldn't take as much for him to fall in love with one.

This compassion is, however, a result of being two thousand years old. He's had a lot of time to get around, but somehow I'm convinced he's never been in love like that.

Sure, he knows something like love for his progenies. But romantic? I just don't think that's something he thought about until recently. It would probably take him some time to recognize what he's feeling.

You met the night Sookie was held hostage by the Fellowship of the Sun. You had arrived with Eric to save him and Sookie.

Godric was intrigued by your compassion for vampires. You? A human, there to help save him? It was almost too good to be true, but then again some could say the same about his compassion towards humans.

You were with them at his house that night, celebrating his return. He had been watching you; how you mingled with the vampires as if they were human. You didn't give anybody permission to drink from you, much to Godric's pleasure.

When the suicide bomber attacked, he shielded you. The impact still hurt but you were free of any life-threatening injuries.

In return, you talked him out of meeting the true death. You stood with him on the top of that roof and convinced him that although things are hard, and he has a lot to atone for, there is still much to live for (even if he technically isn't alive).

He claimed you to protect you from other vampires after that. He knew how brutal and beast-like many vampire are. Most understood what it means to claim a human though, so if they knew you were Godric's they wouldn't touch you.

Deep talks. I feel like over time he'd open up about some of the things from his past that bothers him, and how his mental health is. You always listened and reassured him that he has changed for the better.

The only other vampire he would trust to be alone with you is Eric. Eric wouldn't dare touch what is Godric's and often finds himself looking after you when Godric is too busy with vampire stuff.

Quality time and words of affirmation would be his love languages. Please please please shower him with compliments and reassurance. He won't admit it in front of others but he loves it.

Honestly he's sweet all around. In all scenarios. He worships the ground you walk on and will treat you like royalty. That means in bed too.

He's constantly afraid of losing you. As much as he loves your humanity, he's painfully aware of how fragile you are in your current state.

In his two thousand years Godric has developed a great deal of patience and self-control, but the moment you are threatened by another vampire or otherwise non-human... he's not afraid to showcase what he's capable of.

He would never turn you unless you want him to. Even then, I feel like you would really need to convince him that you want that. Honestly you may have to wait until he is ready, because he is conflicted with the idea.

#true blood #true blood x reader #true blood fanfic #eric northman #eric northman x reader #eric northman fanfic #vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x human

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 month

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Eric: You need to change your last name

Y/n: Huh? Why?

Eric: Because dear it doesn't suit you

Y/n: *eye roll* Oh really? And what do you think my last name should be Mr viking?

Eric: Northman

Y/n: Why would it be Northman?

Eric: Because that's my last name dear...*smirk*

Y/n:......

Eric: .......

Y/n: You smooth motherfucker

Eric: Love you too dear

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mrsarnasdelicious · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 8

Eric Northman - Begging

Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list

Eric's tongue runs along your neck. He groans, pressing closer against you. His fangs scrape lightly over your skin and you shudder. He does not break your skin, not yet. He will not do so without your permission.

You know he is needy, but you want to put his resolve to the test.

He nips at your earlobe, careful not to use his fangs. You moan loudly in response. "Gods." He swears under his breath. He sucks at the spot just below your ear. "Please." He whispers, before running his tongue along the shell of your ear. You moan again, clawing at his shirt.

"Pl-please what." You manage, your knees made of jelly.

Eric swiftly brings you to the sofa, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. "Please let me taste you." He hisses, his fangs running along your skin once more. "I need your blood so bad, please, baby, please." He asks around a thick moan. His Swedish accent makes his words somehow even more sensual. "Please." He repeats the word like it is a chant.

He kisses up your neck again, rocking his pelvis up at yours. "Please baby, please." He hisses, his fangs scraping over your skin with a little more insistence. "I am so thirsty for you." He growls. "I need your blood, please." His voice becomes a whine on the last plea.

"Just a little, then." You cooe. "Oh fuck, that you baby." Eric groans, licking a little more at your neck before sinking his fangs in. You moan softly and he grunts in a sated way. He takes a slow draft of your blood and rocks his crotch more firmly against yours. "I want to fuck you." He growls.

"Beg me for it." You purr, pulling him away from your neck.

#eric northman #eric northman x reader #true blood #alexander skarsgard #smut under the cut - ish

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first-edition · 1 year

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Hot Water

Smut-mas day 6

Eric Northman x reader

Sum- All you wanted was nice hot shower, and all Eric wanted was you.

CW- shower sex, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it.), age gap (obviously Eric is 1,000 years old), vampire x human, biting kink, exhibitionism, pet names.

You sigh walking into your shared room with Eric. He sits on the bed sitting up when he see you. You walk over to the dresser opening it gathering clothes for after your shower and folding them setting them on the bed before you start to undress. Taking off your shoes and socks, pants and final lay your shirt leaving you in you undergarments

Erics cold hands meet your waist as you pull off your shirt.

“how was work?” He asks asking about your job as a bar tender at merlots.

“I don’t know some bitch threw her drink at me.” You reply to the red stained shirt.

“hmm.” He hums as he kisses your neck. you sigh leaning into his touch as his arms hold your waist.

“I just wanna shower and go to bed Eric.” You say the down side of dating a vampire is basically being nocturnal.

“i haven’t seen you all day let me kiss you.” He says. You turn around smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Shower with me then.” you say pecking his lips. He dosnt respond just snakes his hand around your back and unclips your bra. Letting it fall to the floor.

“okay.” He responds. “just shower. No funny business.” You say. He chuckles and nods.

“no funny business from me love.” He replies. You nod let go of him and walking to the bathroom.

You turn on the water feeling it making sure its hot enough to your liking. You take off your panties and step in feel the water running down your body cleaning off the remaing alcohol that was spilled on you.

The shower door opens as Eric joins you closing it behind him.

“what did you do besides sleep all day?” You ask he chuckles his tall form towering of you.

“i went out with Pam her and Tara are running the club tonight.”

“what? I thought it was the night off?” You ask

“For me…fantasia open nights 24/7″ he says placing his hands on your waist.

“oh.” You say

“a-and Tara? How is she doing…with” “i dont know she dosnt talk to me you’ll have to ask Pam.” He says stepping back before your back hits the cold tile.

“e-Eric i said i just wanted a shower.” You say.

“mhm.” He says just seeing the water ruin down his abs the minute he stepped into the shower has you all hot and bothered.

“you had a rough day…i’ll make it better.” He says and presses his lips against yours kissing you passionately. You return the favor and kiss him back. His hands grip your hips pulling you against him his hardening dick hitting your thigh.

his hand wanders down your back giving your ass a squeeze making you gasp allowing him to move down your neck kissing you. You giggle as it tickles. You hear a click as his fangs come out. They run along your neck and collar bone.

You picks you up your legs wrapped around his waist his other hand grasps your breast taking the focus away from his cock entering your cunt. Making you moan as he does.

Moving in you your filled with pleasure. He thrusts up into you letting you know how beautiful you are telling you he loves you over and over.

“mine…” he growls and bites your chest above your breast. You gasp moaning as he picks up the pace drilling into you.

“f-fuck ah..eric” you moan his name. “more baby more. I wanna hear you louder.” He groans in your ear.

“E-Eric!” You moan out

“you gonna cum, fuck so good.” He moans feeling you clench around him.

A few more thrusts has you cumming hard. He pulls out of you and with out warning he sets you down turns you around and renters you roughly your hand hold onto the glass door leaving a foggy smudged print.

“fuck, fuck-” you squeal as he slaps your ass railing you from behind. As his hands search your body.

“fuck y/n…ah” you moans roughly fucking you and cumming deep in you. Making you hit a second climax.

You pant as Eric pulls out of you and bring you up to face him kissing your lips. you smile out of the kiss.

“is your day better?” He asks you nod giggling. He peck your lips again.

#eric Northman #eric Northman x reader smut #Eric Northman x reader #truebloodsmut

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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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Eric Northman x reader

Eric stared at Sookie, his annoyance peaking as he waited for her to get to the point, his eyes darting to Pam as she reapplied her lipstick with a sneer at the small blonde.

"Bill is missing and i think he's taken Y/n with him." Eric's attention instantly snapped to her, Y/n was a friend of Sookie's that Eric had taken an interest in but she was firm in her stance that she didn't want the 6 foot viking to claim her as he had asked.

"He has Y/n. Why was this not raised to me the second she went missing?" Eric's voice came out bitter as Sookie folded her arms with an annoyed huff, she was there to find Bill, Y/n tended to go missing from time to time but something Bill had said made her believe he had taken her with him.

"She tends to drop off the face of the earth from time to time, but Bill had mentioned that apparently another vampire had been coming to Merlow's and asking about me and Y/n. Then he's gone and so is she, Y/n hadn't mentioned anything and normally she would tell Sam if she was going to be off. I don't know anything else, i need to find Bill." Eric didn't care about Bill, he was a nuisance at the best of time but normally he was causing Eric extreme annoyance and making his relationship with Y/n a thousand times harder.

"I will reach out to some contacts, i do not care to find Bill but whoever has taken Y/n will meet the true death." Sookie didn't get a chance to respond before Eric was gone, Pam smirking as she walked towards the door waiting for the short blonde to follow her.

"You should have called him the second she was gone, you don't use your resources." Pam waited until Sookie was out the door, giving her a smirk before slamming the door in her face, the club opening in an hour but now she had to find out what Eric planned to do. Her heels clicking against the ground as she entered the office, Eric swearing in his native tongue down the phone before slamming it down, Pam giving him an odd look as he grabbed his jacket.

"It appears one of Bill's old next friends decided to pay him a visit and thought he would take Y/n as collateral. I will be back soon." Eric left before Pam could speak, rolling her eyes as she muttered out about humans.

Y/n laid on the dirty ground, her legs chained to the ground as she turned her head to look at Bill, his fangs popped as he looked at her. Y/n scowled at him, pulling her body further away from him, he hadn't fed in nearly a week and the vampire who took them had been teasing him with Y/n's blood.

"Put those away before i rip them out." Y/n sneered, she had been chained up for 4 days now and was becoming more and more annoyed with Bill's behaviour.

"I cannot help it Miss Y/n." Y/n rolled her eyes, she didn't mind Bill normally but he and Sookie seemed to be constantly dragging her into vampire related messes which were getting on her last nerve.

"And i can't help being held against my will so if you even think about putting those little needles near me, so help me god i will stake you." Y/n turned her head away from him, staring at the ceiling as Bill forced his fangs back inside trying not to concentrate on the sweet smell of her blood that was tempting him almost as much as Sookie's did. Y/n brought her hand to her face rubbing her eyes, she'd been given food and drink once a day, barely enough to keep someone alive but it was better than being drained dry. The basement door creaked open, the creepy vampire walking down the stairs as he smirked at Y/n and Bill, inhaling loudly as he stood over Y/n.

"It appears you are on Eric Northman's radar Miss L/N, i just had a very frantic phone call from a friend of mine warning me about him." Y/n didn't react, she hadn't thought of Eric but now she actually wanted him to annoy her, she usually hated when he would come and see her but now she wished he would.

"She is his." Bill said the words quickly, Y/n snapping her head to him ready to shout and curse at him for even insinuating she would touch him with a 5 foot pole. Bill's eyes begging her not to say anything, the creepy vampire seeming to shiver and took a step away from Y/n as he looked her over. Y/n stared back at the vampire her eyebrow raised to challenge him before she was suddenly dragged from the ground, the chains on her snapped off as the vampire tossed her over his shoulder. Y/n made a grunt in pain as she landed, the vampire glaring at Bill before he rushed Y/n out the basement, reaching the porch just as Eric waltzed out the woods. The vampire froze, his eyes darting between Eric and the house, rushing inside as Eric ran forward. The doorway stopping Eric from getting in as he flashed his fangs, the younger vampire positioning Y/n in front of him, holding her throat as he dropped his fangs.

"Give her to me now." Eric's voice had dropped an octave, his gaze heated on the vampire as Y/n grasped the vampire's hand trying to loosen the grip on her throat.

"You really should listen to him, i mean he's a viking." Y/n wheezed out, the vampire tightening his grip slightly, just enough that Y/n squeezed her eyes closed in pain, Eric moving away from the door to break off wooden stakes.

"You have 5 seconds to let her go before i start throwing stakes." Eric's threat made the vampire loosen his grip, Y/n taking a deep breath as she felt herself be thrown over the doorway, Eric catching her before she hit the floor. The vampire speeding i to the basement, Eric holding Y/n close to him as she got her breath back.

"Let go of the human." Y/n said, Eric chuckling as he picked her up, running to a safer location before allowing her sit stand on her own, Y/n pushing his hands off her as she did a wiggle shaking her legs as she tried to get the feeling of the chains and other vampire off her.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked watching her oddly as she seemed possessed, Y/n stopping and looking at him with a wide grin.

"Thank you, i just needed to get the feeling of that vampire touching me gone." Eric nodded, taking Y/n's hand and pulling her closer to him, Y/n looking oddly at where their hands touched.

"So...how come you knew we were gone...WAIT! Bill is still in there!" Y/n went from awkward to concerned as she turned running back towards the house, Eric rolling his eyes as he ran pulling her back to him with a head shake.

"I have people retrieving him. You were the one i cared about." Y/n stared at him for a moment before punching his shoulder, her hand instantly aching as she bent over in pain clutching her hand. Eric looking at her oddly as she yelped.

"Shit, that was meant to hurt you not me." Eric smirked at Y/n as she held her wounded hand, he could see they weren't broken but he wondered if she would accept his blood if he said it was.

"What was that for?" He asked, Y/n blowing on her knuckles to cool the skin as she glared at him.

"Stop telling everyone i belong to you, it's weird." Eric let out a chuckle as he watched Y/n, her face serious as she crossed her arms and glared at him waiting for him to say he wouldn't do it again.

"I do believe you said people should listen to me, i am a viking. We are not known for letting what is ours be let loose." Y/n groaned rolling her eyes and pushing him, Eric staying still as she tried putting her whole body into it.

"You're a bastard you know that? I am not yours, i am mine." Eric moved her hand off his chest, pulling her into him as she looked up at him with a scowl.

"You are cute." Y/n felt her face turn red as he spoke, his voice so innocent she wouldn't believe he'd said it if anyone else was present.

"You need to read signals." Y/n retorted, rolling her eyes as Eric smirked down at her, his fangs out.

"Hmm, maybe." Eric replied, Y/n lifting her finger up to poke his fang, Eric letting her as he grinned widely, his hand catching hers and forcing her finger to his lips, a small kiss on the tip of her pointer finger. Y/n coughed, Eric allowing her to take her hand back, he enjoyed the cat and mouse.

"Anyway...can we go? I need a really good shower." Eric smirked at her, bending down to pick her up as she squeaked, her stomach landing on his shoulder gently as he held the back of her thighs.

"What a tempting offer Y/n." Y/n smacked his back, before she felt the harsh winds around her as he flew them back to fangtasia, only taking minutes although Y/n was ready to hurl as soon as he placed her on solid ground.

"I hate that." Y/n complained, Eric opening the door to let her through, the night club already packed as she looked at Eric with confusion, his hand taking hers to pull her through the crowd. Vampires parting and dragging humans with them as they nodded to the sheriff, Y/n ignoring everyone as she got pulled along, Eric closing the door behind them as she stood in his office.

"This isn't my house." Y/n stated looking at Eric expectantly.

"I saved you, you can shower here and stay until tomorrow." Y/n raised an eyebrow, it wasn't a request it was an order, weighing her options she tilted her head side to side.

"Fine but i don't want any strippers clothes." Eric smirked before leading her to the bathroom and leaving her to have privacy. Eric left some clothes folded up outside the door before going back to sit on his throne with a nod to Pam. Y/n scrubbed at her skin, the small cuts and puncture marks had luckily been hidden from Eric before but she knew he probably smelt the dried blood on her skin, stepping out she wrapped a towel around herself and another small one around her hair. Towel drying her hair Y/n poked her head out grabbing the bundle of clothes, her eyebrow raising as she looked at the men's shirt, boxers and bra. Sighing she threw on the clothes, the shirt reaching her upper thighs with the boxers covering her butt, the bra oddly the right size as she tied her hair up. Exiting the bathroom she placed her clothes in the bag, a pair of slippers by the door which she slipped on quickly. Walking through the office she found Pam at the door with a grin, the door wide open and Eric looking at her from the throne, frowning she began walking towards him. Standing in front of the throne she crossed her arms with a cocked hip, Eric smirking at her from where he sat aware of the eyes on them. His hand outstretching to her, Y/n staring at it for a moment before seeing the slight warning in his eyes, he tolerated a lot but not infront of those beneath him and she knew not to risk it. Sighing she took his hand, Eric pulling her so she sat across his lap, her feet dangling over the side of the seat and butt between his legs as he felt her relax against him.

"How much did he hurt you?" Eric spoke softly but Y/n could hear the strain, the want to sneer it out as he looked over her uncovered legs seeing a puncture wound on her calf. Y/n shrugged relaxing more into him as she crossed her arms, her eyes closing as she let out a small shiver, she could feel Eric's heated stare as he ran a finger over the wound.

"Couple of bites, cuts, nothing i can't handle...do you always keep it so cold in here?" Eric let a small smile crack as he kept running his hands along her legs, his fingers catching on the cuts as he resisted the urge to force his blood down her throat, the wounds almost healed so he couldn't drop his blood onto them.

"I can warm you up?" Eric ran his hands along her upper thighs, the tips of his fingers running under the boxers until her hand came down on his.

"Don't ruin this." Eric gave her a smile although she didn't see. Her eyes still closed as she enjoyed the comfort he brought, being chained up in a basement had not been her ideal way to sleep for the last few days. Eric waited until she was half asleep, the noise in the room still loud but her body was so exhausted she didn't mind, her breathing evening as she relaxed fully into half consciousness. Looking at Pam he watched her bring over a small glass with a straw, biting his wrist he dropped a good amount of his blood into the glass before dipping the straw into it and placing it against Y/n's lips.

"Drink." Y/n didn't think twice, didn't even open her eyes, completely trusting him as she took a sip before the cold liquid hit her lips and her eyes snapped open, her hand coming to smack the glass out his hand. The glass shattered nearby, her body now sat up and hands wiping angrily at her lips, Pam cleaning the blood quickly as fang bangers ran to it, others mumbling about the ungrateful human on the powerful vampires lap.

"You bas-" Eric placed his hand on her mouth pushing her back to her laying position, the shirt she wore riding up as she squirmed under his hold, his other hand holding her thighs as he watched all her wounds heal and the puncture marks disappear. Eric smirked as he watched the punctures disappear, no sign of another touching her or claiming her, turning his head back to her he saw the dark glare she gave him as she kept fighting against his hold.

"You cannot be marked by others." Y/n shouted into the palm against her mouth, desperately trying to get out of the hold as she tried to bite him, anything to get him to let go of her. Eric leant down, staring deep into her eyes as she tried to close them but she could feel the hold he had over her now.

"Calm down. You don't remember me giving you my blood. You're thankful i saved you." Y/n instantly stopped squirming, nodding to Eric as her eyes dropped back to half asleep as he removed his hand, placing his arm behind her head as she curled into him.

"Thank you for saving me." Eric grinned as she spoke, he knew she had been thankful, it was the reason she'd indulged him so much but he wanted to hear it.

"You're welcome, now go back to sleep." Y/n nodded closing her eyes as she relaxed back against him again, his hand rubbing up and down her thigh as he looked at the skin where the cuts and bites had been, perfectly unscarred now, perfect for him to mark one day. She'd be his one day, she already was but one day she would tell him to claim her, he just needed to wait it out.

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chloe-skywalker · 4 months

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I started watching "True Blood" on Hulu

The first season I was like WTF is going on? WTF am I watching?

Then I was like oh now it's getting really good and I looked back to see where I felt it went good and I was like oh season 2 lol.

I have fallen in love with the Eric Northman character.

I wasn't sure I was gonna like this show or have a character I really liked but Eric grew on me and I really like him.

I've been reading all the fanfiction I can find on him! I read over 600 things in day this past week tumblr gave me a badge for it lol.

I just don't know if I can wrote for him he's just so new and I love him to much at the moment.

But would anyone be interested if I wrote for him?

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oncasette · 5 months

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FANGTASIA. send in a character from my guide + one of the prompts below for a drabble!

how about... "you shouldn't have touched them. every single mark on their body is going to be returned to yours." wiiith our mans eric northman!

please, thank you, love youuu!!! 🩵🩵

𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞

eric northman x fem!reader

summary: 1.3k

You’d had vampire blood. Pam and Chow had been gracious enough to offer you their wrists months after you’d started working at Fangtasia, a safety precaution as they’d claimed. You'd had Eric's blood. He could feel your fear, he knew where you were, why wasn't he coming?

or the one where eric saves you from an anti-vampire rights enthusiast.

warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, death, kidnapping, stabbing

a/n: i know i said drabbles but i couldn't contain myself. i am violently ill with my love for this man.

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You think you're dying. surely. There's no way the human body would be able to endure this much pain without ultimately giving up the ghost, right?

You never should have gotten involved with vampires. They were nothing but a bucket of trouble, as your mother would have put it. And has she had put it, a multitude of times, before she'd ever even known you'd applied to work at Shreveport's resident vampire bar.

What she didn't know, though, was how incredible they could be. How, even without all their supernatural abilities, intensely good they could be when they decided they wanted. How loyal and caring and kind when they chose to do so. Just how beautiful they could be, fangs and all.

‘Course, there still was that whole bucket of trouble thing.

"You sure are pretty for a fangbanger," your captor drawled from where he was watching you from across the room. He'd tied you to a chair at the center of it, thick scratchy ropes binding your wrists to the unlaquered wood beneath you. You spit, knowing that it won't reach the man from this distance, but hoping, almost willing it to hit him squarely between the eyes.

“Fuck you,” you say.

“Ooh,” he whistles. “You’ve sure got a mouth on you, sweet cheeks. Why waste it on one of those dead fuckers when you could have someone with an actual, bleeding fucking heart?”

“You’re a waste of skin, you piece of shit,” you huff. Not that it was any of his goddamn business, anyway, but you had only ever slept with one man, and it sure as shit hadn’t been one of your bosses.

“Aw, c’mon. I bet you get so cold after one of them vampers is inside you, don’t you. All icy and chilly like. Let me give you a little tip, sweetheart. Humans. Need. Warmth.”

“You say that as if you aren’t a fucking sad sack,” you say. “What a sorry excuse for a human, huh?”

“What’d they do to you, huh, girl? Did they glamor you into only wanting a dead man’s dick?” he asks, slowly shifting and standing from his stool so that he could approach you. Despite their constant–and half-hearted–threats, you’d never been glamored by your vampire coworkers. Your breathing shakes as he approaches in swift steps. It’s then that you see the knife in his hand.

For the first time in a long time, you realize, genuine fear strikes through you.

“I’m gonna teach those vampers a lesson,” he says. “And you’re going to help me do that.”

The knife trails along your collarbone. You're glad it was as dull as it was, knowing if it'd been sharper it would be slicing the skin open in its path down. Then he presses down harder. You can’t muffle the whine as it escapes you, no matter how much you want to. No matter how desperately you wish to not show the man that he holds any power over you. You can feel the blood seeping out of the wound. It dribbles down your chest in a thick stream as it pools and stains the gray cotton of your t-shirt.

“Stop!” you plead. He chuckles before driving the blade deeper into you. With feeble force, you try to get him off with a stunted kick to his knee; It was all you could manage with the way your knees had been duct-taped together.

“Bitch!” he heaves before rearing back to slap you with the bladeless hand. It slashes your cheek, shallowly, thankfully, but you can feel the ache of where his hand had connected with your cheekbone. “You’re gonna regret that.”

He takes the knife and stabs it into your side, just narrowly missing your ribcage.

Before you can manage out even a wince, the door to the small shack you’d been held in for the last few hours splinters and it unceremoniously removed from its hinges.

Eric says nothing as he rushes in. You barely register that it’s him save for the split second image you’d captured from where he’d lingered in the doorway. Your captor is off of you instantly, though you’re still bound to the chair. Eric stills. Wind warps around him as he does so, wrapping him in a flurry of movement as he stands with the man locked in his grasp.

“You never should have fucking touched her,” Eric growls with his fangs fully extended, grip tightening around the burly man’s neck and raising him inches off the ground. There’s not even a hint of the usual smirk you were so accustomed to seeing. “Every single mark on her body will be returned unto you tenfold.”

“She fucking deserved it,” he gargles as the vampire latches onto the expanse of neck not currently held within his hand. The man screams out in anguish and you pull your eyes tight to avoid watching any more. Of course, that doesn’t stop you from hearing. The screams and the rips and the crunches. You hear something hard and solid hit the floor and somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach you know it’s bone.

You hear the man gasp out a dead fuck only for Eric’s grasp to tighten fully, effectively severing the man’s skull from his spinal chord without detaching it from his body. The man drops to the floor with a loud thump and Eric shoves the corpse away with the toe of his shoe before he moves toward you.

“What took you so long?” you exhaled as he moved behind you to unbind your wrists.

“I was away on business,” he gruffs, spitting slightly to get the last of the man’s blood out of his mouth. He’d already drunk his fair share, you thought, what good what that do?

Swallowing, you ask, “And you still came?”

He walks back around to begin undoing the restraints on your legs. He’s being so gentle, you realize. If he’d wanted, he could have had this done within seconds and yet, here he was, tenderly undoing the tape and rope and rubbing a soothing hand over the abraded skin.

“I’ll always come for you,” he says. “Until I meet the true death, I will always come for you.”

He extends his wrist up to his mouth and you wince as he punctures the flesh.

“Eric,” you sigh.

“Drink,” he says.

Nodding, you allow him to bring his wrist to your mouth and latch down on the leaking wound. It’s tangy and metallic and overall pretty gross, but you’re more than grateful for it at that moment. You lick your lips when he pulls his arm back down, the small bite marks already well on their way to closing completely.

“Will you take me home?” you ask, suddenly overwhelmed with the wave of fatigue hitting you.

He rises back to his full height and extends a hand out towards you. The second you grab it, he’s pulling you up from your chair to hold you flush against his form. Then, in another rush of wind, you’re standing on your front porch.

Slowly, you pull away from the vampire to take a step towards your door. Your body aches, but it’s already mostly healed as you run a hand over the small incision at your waist.

“Thank you,” you say. “Eric.”

He’s silent, looking you over in a way that you can’t help but think is more than just an assessment of your injuries. He settles on your eyes when he says, “Anytime.”

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blackleatherjacketz · 3 months

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Whatever Happens First

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Summary: Capitalism is a prison, and you enter into a contract with Eric to repay your student loans, not expecting to catch feelings.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Sexual Content, Vampires, Blood Sucking, Prostitution, Kissing, Biting, Vaginal Sex, Cock Warming

Word Count: 500+

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You hadn’t expected to fall this hard for Eric when you entered into this contract, figuring you could spread your legs for him until your student loans were officially paid off. But the way he looked at you when he pushed inside, the way he moaned your name like it was something sacred really dragged you in deeper than you had ever planned to go. In the beginning he was so quick to pull out, leaving you to the bitter cold solitude of your satin sheets, but each session you had together seemed to extend a little bit longer than the last. His bites had turned into kisses, his grasps into caresses as he purposefully took more time focusing on your guaranteed pleasure before finally letting his fangs emerge.

The look in his eye tonight is absolutely devious, as if he hadn’t just spent the past three hours taking you in every position possible, his body entwining with yours until you started to ache from how many times he’s stretched you from the inside out. Your inner muscles still flutter at the tantalizing thought of him driving that blissful feeling up into your flesh, how insatiable he looked as he generously fed your body’s most carnal cravings. You can’t get over how quickly his eyes rolled back into his head as he continually got lost in your viscera, sweat dripping down his face and neck from the insurmountable deluge of pleasure he poured into you.

But suddenly the pain in your thigh grows sharp, cramping into your muscle in a jarring, burning twinge up through you and into your hip as he continues to hold himself inside you. You shift your weight in order to hop off in hopes to ease the pain, but his strong hands pull you back down on top of him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He looks up at you through heavily hooded lids.

“Eric,” you whine, giving him an annoyed look as you press down on his chest to get some leverage.

He only smirks as you exert yourself trying to get off of him again, chuckling as you hopelessly try to overpower him and break the connection between you.

“You wanna be a good little whore for me, don’t you?” Eric’s words shock you to your core as he sits up to kiss your chest, his hands still firm on your hips.

“Eric, please,” you whisper as he kisses his way up your neck, licking the remnants of blood off your skin and into his mouth.

“Don’t you?” He repeats breathily, gently thrusting his hips up into you despite still being flaccid, knowing full well what it will do to you.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, nearly jumping out of your skin as another wave of ecstasy works its way up through your sensitive, overstimulated tissue.

“I thought so.” He kisses your mouth sloppily, lazily licking your teeth and tongue before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth with a mischievous grin. He then spins you around and turns you on your side, wrapping his thigh around your knee to keep you in place in one fluid motion. He presses himself even deeper inside, his relaxed member still bigger than those of your past lovers at full attention as he kisses the back of your neck.

“Then you can keep me inside you like this until I fall asleep.” He playfully bites your earlobe, sucking on it as he tugs it away from your face before letting it bounce back into place. “Or until I get hard again. Whatever happens first.”

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3d-wifey · 1 month

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Yall fuck with True Blood? I mean, the only ppl worth writing anything for are Eric

Alcide

Pam

And Godric maybe

#3d wifey talks #true blood #eric northman x reader #eric northman #pam swynford de beaufort #pam x reader #alcide herveaux #alcide herveaux x reader #godric true blood #godric x reader

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likeahorribledream · 1 year

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Baby fangs

SUMMARY: Newly turned and without a maker to guide you, you run to the only vampire bar you know in the hopes that one of them would be able to help you. Things don’t go as planned.

PAIRING: Eric Northman x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.1k (oops)

WARNINGS: Angst, fluff, mentions of draining vampires, murder, death, violence. A little bit of Sookie hate (sorry)

REQUEST: Eric comes home and finds you crying, he does his best to comfort you. + his scent calms you down.

NOTES: This is my first time writing for Eric, please be kind.

18+. Minors DNI

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Being the sheriff of area five meant that Eric had to travel for a few days to meet with the sheriffs from the other areas on top of working every night at Fangtasia with Pam. He was a very busy man but that’s exactly how he liked it, although he wasn’t against a few days off especially since he met you. Normally his only down time was during the day while he rested but ever since he had met you, another vampire, he takes nights off to be able to spend time with you. Pam didn’t really understand why he’d want to do that instead of feeding on their customers, but she wasn’t really complaining. With Eric gone, it meant more ladies for her. She even found it refreshing to see her maker with someone other than the insufferable waitress, Bill’s human, Sookie Stackhouse. She never liked the woman and doesn’t think it will ever change. She understands the appeal for her blood, the fairy in her tasted fantastic, but her as a person? Hard pass.

She didn’t like you either, aside from Eric and herself she didn’t like anyone, but she tolerated having you around.

You used to be human, as all vampires once were, and got turned unexpectedly a few nights after the vampires had officially came out of the coffin. You weren’t really shocked to hear about the existence of vampires, truthfully it explained a lot, and you were certainly not joining the war against them. You thought they had as much a right to be around as anybody else. Hell, some of them had been around for hundreds of years. Who were you to say that they weren’t allowed to live a normal vampire life? You supported them and their rights from the get go.

One night as you were walking back to your apartment after working all day, you got attacked by a vampire whose only goal was to turn as many humans as possible, make them join the “right” side. He bit, drained and killed you only to leave you to fend for yourself afterwards.

Your family wasn’t as accepting of vampires as you were, they weren’t accepting at all, and so you knew that going home wasn’t an option. It didn’t matter that you came back to life, to them you were dead. Thankfully, who you become when you turn into a vampire is an amplified version of who you were as a human being and once you got a handle on your hunger you were able to rationalize your situation and you decided to head to Shreveport, Louisiana. You had heard through the grapevine that there was a vampire bar there that was thriving, that had been thriving for years undetected, maybe you could find help amongst them. Maybe you’d be able to find a charitable soul, an older vampire who would be willing to take you under his wing, no pun intended, and show you the ropes.

Little did you know that the vampires who ran Fangtasia, the vampire bar, were not the helpful kind. Eric barely gave you the time of day and Pam laughed in your face before walking away, talking to herself in a language you didn’t understand but you were sure that she wasn’t saying nice things about you. Only Chow Lin, the other owner of the bar, took some pity on you and offered you a job so that you could afford to buy a place and that way you’d be able to feed without having to hunt.

You hated to feed on humans. Never in your life had you done anything that would hurt somebody else. You were the sweet girl that always had something nice to say to everyone, always had the perfect words to make others feel better, you stood up for those who couldn’t stand up for themselves and now you were forced to hurt people to live. Life wasn’t fair.

In the beginning, you tried to keep to yourself as much as possible. You avoided Eric and Pam, if they forgot you were there then they couldn’t think about firing you and honestly they kind of scared you. You got into a simple routine of working all night, going home before the sun rose and sleeping all day before getting up to go back to work. You didn’t know anybody and you made no efforts to try to make friends. Friends were for the living.

Unfortunately for you, your bosses were two of the biggest troublemakers in Louisiana and trouble followed them everywhere. It wasn’t uncommon for other vampires to barge in before the doors were opened and after they were closed. Cleaning up was always difficult when the bosses were in town. Still, you kept to yourself and minded your business.

Until you just couldn’t.

Your discreet nature made it that people usually forgot that you were there or they didn’t notice you altogether, which often worked in your favor.

You had been left alone to clean up and finish the inventory for the night. You were keeping busy in the back room because you knew that Eric was alone in the main room and you didn’t feel like having him watch you. Well, he wasn’t technically alone as he had one of the customers stay with him so that he could feed on her. You were doing a pretty job of focusing on your task at hand instead of thinking about Eric feeding, until crashing noises and a long growl coming from your boss pulled you out of thoughts. You stopped what you were doing and hurried to the door to see what was going on. If your heart had been beating, it would have been pounding out of your chest from the scene in front of you. The girl who Eric had been feeding on was now accompanied by two men who had, somehow, managed to put a few silver chains on the vampire before he could stop them. You were still a baby vampire, as Chow liked to say, but you could recognize a draining kit from miles away and that is exactly what you saw the woman open next to Eric’s burning flesh.

You were mad at yourself for not having heard them coming in. You had enhanced hearing now, you should have heard those chains way before the men even walked into the bar.

You looked around, helpless, hoping for some kind of miracle that you weren’t alone in the bar but of course everybody had left over an hour ago. As you glanced around and thought of a plan, your eyes met Eric’s. You thought he would throw you under the bus so that he could be free, after all you were of no value to him whatsoever, but shockingly he discreetly motioned for you to leave.

You quietly backed up into the room and took off your bartending apron. You grabbed Chow’s wooden baseball bat instead and gripped it tightly, not enough to break it just enough to center yourself.

You couldn’t believe you were about to risk your life for a man that didn’t care about you, but you couldn’t just let them drain him. Your reflexes weren’t great, you were nowhere near as strong as Eric, Pam or Chow but you at least needed to try to do something. Hopefully the element of surprise would be helpful to your, not so, master plan.

You don’t know whether it was the fear of what might happen if you messed up or you finally embracing your vampire being, but you hit them all quick and hard enough for the three of them to be knocked out on the floor before they could alert each other of your presence.

Eric was laying on the ground, his flesh burning under the silver, and somehow found a way to smirk. “You’re improving, but I had the situation under control.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you walked over to him, kneeling next to him to carefully remove all the chains that were on him, burning yourself in the process.

He hissed loudly and his fangs propped out from the pain, and two minutes later it’s as if nothing had even happened, he was completely healed and getting up. “You should have left.” He told you, his tone of voice letting you know that he wasn’t happy, nor grateful, with your intervention.

“I couldn’t just let them drain you.” You shrugged, standing back up now that your hands were healed.

“I had the situation under control.”

“So you’ve said. It sure didn’t look that way from where I was standing.” You muttered to yourself, forgetting that he could hear you perfectly.

“I would have left you.” He said, matter-of-factly.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” Your tone was harsh, you knew he was only telling the truth but it still stung a little to hear him say that.

“I’m not a good vampire.” He simply answered, as if it explained everything.

“I didn’t know there was such a thing.” You looked away from his deep blue stare, feeling as if he could look right into your soul. If you still had one, you weren’t clear on that.

“You’re a good vampire.” His smirk was back, until the woman on the floor groaned as she began to stir awake.

You were surprised by the compliment, though you weren’t able to comment on it before Eric was fangs deep into the girl’s carotid. Deciding that you had done more than enough for the night, you left Eric to his own idea of revenge and to clean up his own mess for once.

After that night Eric became… curious. He wanted to know more about you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t hesitated to stay and help him when he had clearly given you an out or maybe it was because, unlike most vampires, you didn’t seek his attention. Nevertheless, he grew curious about you. Every night as he sat on his precious throne to overlook the crowd, he couldn’t help but study you from a distance while you worked behind the bar. He hadn’t noticed how dedicated and focused you were while you worked before, it’s definitely a quality he appreciated. He was a hard working man himself, after all.

Pam noticed her maker’s new found interest almost right away and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes every time she caught him staring at you. She comforted herself with the thought that at least you weren’t that damn Sookie Stackhouse. At least you weren’t human.

After a few weeks of him “creeping” from afar, Pam’s words, he decided that he had enough and he started to greet you every time your paths crossed. Which was often since he had memorized your work routine so that he could bump into you as often as possible.

“Good night, baby.” He called after you just as you were getting ready to leave for the day.

You had stopped in your tracks, arching your brow as you turned around. “Excuse me? I’m not your baby.”

He chuckled, then smiled. “I never said anything about you being mine. Although I wouldn’t say no to that. I was calling you baby, because you’re a baby vamp. That’s all.”

“Oh.” If you had still been human you’re sure your cheeks would have heated up from embarrassment. You decided to ignore his odd flirting as you apologized. “I’m sorry. Good night.” You didn’t give him time to add anything else as you left quickly to avoid another awkward moment with your boss and sheriff.

He kept using the pet name every time he talked to you, though you had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fact that you were a new vampire, he simply used that as an excuse. You tried to resist his charm but it was hard when someone as gorgeous as him smiled at you in the most charming way each time your eyes met.

Eric would only admit it if he was being silvered, but he had grown fond of you. You were so very different from all the vampires he had met in his lifetime, hundreds of years of meeting vampires and he had never come across one that was as kind and good hearted as you. It should have disgusted him but for some odd reason it did the opposite.

One of the rules at Fangtasia was that vampires weren’t allowed to glamor anyone to feed. It was more than a rule actually, it was the law for all vampire/human establishments and if the owners didn’t enforce the law and got caught they would get shut down. Pam, Chow and Eric all had worked too hard to lose their bar over something so stupid so they always made sure that it was respected.

You had caught vampires more than once as they tried to get away with it and so far none of them had been a problem. Once they got caught they simply stopped and moved on. It was a part of your job to keep an eye on the human customers to make sure they were safe, you had been human yourself not so long ago so it was very easy for you to read their emotions and facial expressions. You could tell just from their body language whether you needed to intervene or not.

A few weeks after the silver incident, that’s what you were calling it in your head, you were a little more alert than you had been before and though sometimes you felt like you were trying too hard to find a problem with some of the customers, there was one vampire that had all of your attention. Something didn’t feel right with him, he was trying too hard to seem nice and sweet. His whole vibe was off and it made you keep a closer eye on him. It took less than an hour for you to catch him trying to glamor some poor man sitting down at the bar. You didn’t hesitate before grabbing a cocktail menu and slamming it as hard as you could on the bar top to break both their trances.

“Anyone fancy a drink?” You offered as innocently as you could.

As soon as they broke eye contact, the human left running while the vampire glared at you. “Stupid bitch.” He hissed at you through clenched teeth.

“Excuse you?!” You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring back at him.

“Stupid bi-“ He started to repeat, louder this time, before he got his face slammed nose first on the countertop.

“Watch your fucking mouth before I rip your fangs out.” Eric growled as he held the vampire’s head down. “This is my bar and you will respect my rules, and my staff.” He pressed down until he heard the distinct sound of his nose breaking. “I don’t hear you agreeing.” He said with a low, threatening voice.

You were shocked. You had never seen Eric this angry, not even when he got attacked by drainers. You had to admit that you were glad he got involved because you had a feeling the vampire was not the kind to let things go, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had jumped over the bar to fight you.

The vampire nodded as best as he could with his face pressed up like it was, and only then did Eric let him go. Your boss was taller than anyone you had ever seen in your life, vampire or not, it was easy for him to be intimidating.

Chow did his part by kicking him out of the bar and you did yours by wiping the blood off from the counter.

“Thank you.” You said quietly to Eric as you wiped, you didn’t have to speak louder, you knew he’d heard you.

He simply nodded once to let you know he had indeed heard you before going back to his seat in the middle of the room. Once he was seated again, everything went back to normal and everyone danced and drank like nothing ever happened.

You only saw Eric again after the bar had closed down and you were cleaning everything up to go home before dusk. He walked by you on his way out, only stopping to warn you to be careful.

“Be aware of your surroundings on your way home. Vampires aren’t known for their good tempers.” Then he turned his eyes to Chow. “Are you good here? I have something to do.”

Chow nodded, signaling that he had everything under control and in the blink of an eye, Eric was gone. Unknowingly leaving you terrified to go home. You might be an enhanced individual now, but you were very young and it would be easy for any older vampire to overpower you in any kind of situation.

You did as you were told, staying hyper aware of your surroundings on your way home. You felt so much anxiety that you almost felt human again. Weak and vulnerable to the creatures that lurk in the dark, as if you weren’t one of them. You were relieved once you got to your apartment building, until you got to your apartment door.

The lock had been forced and the door kicked in. You would have been furious if you weren’t so scared.

You closed your eyes for a millisecond, just to give yourself enough courage and then you walked in. Your fangs were out and fists were closed at your sides, ready to defend yourself against anyone, or anything, that had broken into your home.

You jumped out of your skin when the lights turned on and you found Eric sitting at your kitchen table with an amused smirk on his lips.

“What the hell?” You ask, annoyed with your boss as you finally allowed yourself to relax.

“I like to be dramatic.” He shrugged. “Put those baby fangs away, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

You glared at him but did as he told you anyway. “Did you need to kick in my door?”

“I did, actually. Now that you’re getting into fights with other vampires I wanted to see if you could protect yourself. Clearly you can’t.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “Ordinary locks on your door that wouldn’t even keep a human out, not a single weapon in the apartment. You’re barely protecting yourself from sunlight.” He jerked a thumb to the closet behind him. “Your windows have cardboards and a flimsy sheet on them, and you sleep in a closet.”

You were beyond embarrassed as Eric listed all the things you were doing wrong, you couldn’t help but get defensive. “Well we don’t all have a fortune, not everyone can afford a coffin and light tight houses.” You crossed your arms defensively over your chest, frowning harder and harder with every word.

Eric rose to his feet and took a few steps toward you, until he was close enough to grab your chin between his index finger and his thumb to make you look up at him. “Put the claws away, sweetheart. Where is your maker? Why aren’t they taking care of you?”

You shrugged as you looked up into his eyes. “I don’t know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Simply that I don’t know who my maker is, or where they are.”

Eric swore under his breath and let go of your chin. “Go grab your things, you’re coming with me until we find you somewhere better.”

You tried to tell him no, to explain that you’re fine on your own but as soon as you opened your mouth to speak Eric glared at you until you closed your mouth and did exactly as you were told.

Though his house was beautiful, what really impressed you is how secure it was for vampires. You had a pretty good idea of how protected it would be, Eric wasn’t born yesterday after all, but you never could have imagined that.

All rooms could turn light tight with the push of a single button, his front door was heavier than a car; making it impossible to just kick it in, but most importantly the rooms were underground. You didn’t need a coffin when you were six feet under, protected by tons of cement and no windows to let the sun in. For the first time since you were turned, you’d be able to sleep in a bed. A real bed.

By the time you got to his home, it was time to hide for the day until it was safe for you to go back upstairs.

As soon as the sun disappeared for the night, Eric woke you up and asked you about your maker again. You told him what you remembered from the night you were turned; you got attacked on your way home from work and whoever did it turned you and left you to fend for yourself.

Eric was furious. New vampires need their makers, it was just plain cruel to leave a new vampire to their own devices.

From that moment on, he promised to take you under his wing and teach you everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure why he was helping you, but you weren’t about to question it. It felt good to have someone to talk to, to have someone take care of you.

Eric only grew more protective over you as time went by. It took only a few months for him to fall in love with you. He had never meant someone like you before, especially not vampires. Most people become darker versions of themselves once they turn, but not you. You still had a good heart and you were as kind as anyone could ever ask for. You amazed him, he was completely wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it. It drove him crazy.

Pam knew of Eric’s feelings for you, of course. He couldn’t hide anything from her, even if he tried to. She was annoyed that he had fallen for yet another good girl, but at least you she could tolerate; unlike that Stackhouse girl. She didn’t get involved, kept her mouth shut; not by choice but because she had been commanded to by Eric. He was working so hard to show you that he could be good, that he could be worthy of you, he didn’t need Pam ruining all of his efforts with one of her sly comments.

When Eric finally asked you out on a date, you honestly thought he was joking. You laughed, hard. You were 100% sure that he was teasing you, he had been flirting with you on most days but you took it with a grain of salt. That’s just who Eric was, a charmer. The vulnerable look in his eyes stopped you dead in your tracks and you suddenly felt like a horrible person for laughing so hard.

“I’d love to.” You said before you gave yourself a moment to really think about it.

Vampires couldn’t really go out to eat at a restaurant, so instead Eric gave you the night off from the bar and took you for a walk outside. You had been spending a lot of time together since he broke into your apartment, he had been teaching you everything you needed to know about being a vampire; taking a walk together wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable as you had plenty of things to talk about. One thing you loved about your friendship with the blonde viking is that there was never a dull moment or a lull in the conversation.

That was the first of many successful dates.

You were the first person Eric took on a date in all his years of living and being undead. He usually only seduced whoever he was fancying at the time, got them down and dirty and then moved along to the next person that would pique his curiosity.

You were different, he couldn’t explain to you why but he felt like he needed to treat you right. You were the queen to the king that he never really got a chance to be.

It didn’t take long before everyone knew you were his and that whoever would be crazy enough to lay a finger on you would be done, but not before suffering for hours and even days. He wanted to make sure that whenever he had to leave town for his sheriff duties, no one would try to mess with you.

He usually never left for longer than a few days at a time, but 6 months after you started dating he had to leave for a full 3 weeks. Which was the longest you had to go without seeing each other since the day you walked into Fangtasia. You weren’t feeling too good about it, not because you didn’t trust Eric or you feared something might happen to him; though the thought always stayed at the back of your head because it was still a possibility. With all of his trips out of town, you had come to the conclusion that without Eric by your side you were truly, and terrifyingly so, alone. The longest you two had been apart was 5 days, and once the one week mark passed on his latest work trip the feeling of loneliness truly settled.

You could call him, he had said over and over that you could but you didn’t. He’s incredibly busy on these trips and you never want him to waste time on you. Though, he’d definitely be mad if he heard you talk this way about yourself.

Your mood got worse with every day that passed, and things took a darker turn a week before Eric was planning to come home.

He could feel your mood getting worse, he had drunk some of your blood right before leaving so that he could know that you were ok. You had so much sadness in your heart that it broke his. All he wanted to do was come home and hold you but he couldn’t, and it was killing him.

When there was only a week left of his trip, he could tell that something was wrong with you. It went beyond just being sad or lonely; you were hurt. He couldn’t ignore it anymore. He simply faked a vampire emergency back home and left as quickly as he could. He tried to call you several times but you never picked up the phone, and of course no one answered at Fangtasia either. To say he was in a foul mood would have been the understatement of the year.

His instincts told him to go straight home, so that’s what he did. He barely even took the time to lock the door behind himself or drop his bags on the floor before he started looking for you. It wasn’t hard really, he just had to listen. The water was running, which meant you were in the shower upstairs.

It took him only a few seconds before he was in the bathroom and taking his clothes and shoes off to join you.

You were sitting on the shower floor, crying quietly as the water washed away your bloody tears down the drain. Your back was against the wall and you were holding your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as tiny as possible. Almost as if you were trying to disappear.

Eric sat next to you and took you in his arms in record times, sitting you down on his lap as he sat back against the wall. “Lover, what’s wrong?” He frowned as he looked you over, trying to find any hint as to why you were so miserable.

“Nothing.” You sniffled and hid your face in his neck. “It’s stupid.” You mumbled against his skin.

“Tell me.” He kissed your forehead and made you look back up to him. “Who do I need to kill for making my sweet love cry?”

You shook your head. “It was just a really bad day.” You sighed and looked down at his collarbone, you couldn’t tell him what happened while looking in his eyes. “Sookie and Bill came at the bar, they made some stupid comment that the only reason you’re even interested in me is because they are together, otherwise you’d be all over Sookie.” You bit your lower lip before continuing. “And I told Pam and she said that it was probably true. It reminded me that without you I’m just alone.” Your tears were falling more rapidly, covering the white floor in red. “I went to go see my family, because I missed them and I was hoping they would be happy to see me.” You sobbed quietly. “They weren’t. They hate me. They said that their daughter died and that I am just a monster that looks like her.”

Eric was so incredibly angry. Why was anyone going out of their way to hurt you? You were so incredibly kind and nice to everyone, you didn’t deserve to feel badly about yourself. He moved his head down until your eyes met and he smiled at you. “Sookie, Bill and Pam don’t know what the fuck they are talking about. Do you know the last time I was living with a girlfriend? There isn’t a last time because you are the first person I moved in with and my first girlfriend. And the last. I don’t even like the word girlfriend. You are so much more than that ridiculous name. You are my love. I don’t care about Sookie Stackhouse.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have friends either, as I’m sure you could tell.” He smiled playfully at you. “I have you.”

“And Pam.” You reminded him, quietly as your tears started to slow down.

“Pam is my progeny, our bond is different. I hate seeing you like this, I wish I could take your pain away.” He sighed as he saw the hurt in your eyes. “If it’s any consolation, you have me. I’m not going anywhere. I have been on this earth for hundreds of years and I plan on sticking around for a few hundreds more. I am yours, and yours only.”

“You promise?” You whispered.

“I promise, lover.” He whispered back before pressing his lips to yours in a loving kiss. He was being even more loving and attentive than usual, feeling you needed it more than ever. “Are you mine?” He asked with a smirk, as you hid your face into his neck again because of the devilish look in his eyes. His confidence always intimidated you, especially while you’re naked and vulnerable in his arms.

“Yes.” You answered before breathing in his scent, and your body relaxed as soon as you did.

“Promise?” He kissed your temple, bringing you closer to his chest.

“Promise.”

Maybe having only Eric in your life wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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