#eric northman x black female reader
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Hook, Line and Sinker
Eric Northman (True Blood) x Female Reader
Summary: After Eric threatens your brother to pay off a large debt, he expresses his interest in a different form of payment.
Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Dubious Consent, Blackmail, Emotional Manipulation, Death Threats, Swearing, Face-Grabbing, Glamoring, Hair Pulling, Biting, Vampirism, Blood Sucking/Drinking, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Size Kink
Word Count: 2.9k+
Tags: @jessicafangirl @differentcatcat @spice-honey
Read more Eric!
Your brother had always been caught up in the wrong crowd, conning people and moving from state to state to avoid the repercussions of his actions until they finally caught up with him. You just never thought that you’d be there with him when that finally happened. You never thought that the people, the monsters that he had crossed would ever throw bags over your heads and toss you into the trunk of their car to present you in front of their ‘boss’ he had to answer to. You never thought that he’d be dumb enough to cross a nest of vampires, of all things.
This boss is much different from the image you’d cooked up in your head from beneath the black pillowcase. Although he still appears pale, cold and callous from his perch behind his desk, he isn’t that dark, brooding caricature of a vampire you expected to see. His presence is still heavy, warming your body in a blanket of unease from across the room as cropped blonde locks frame his handsome face, but there’s something else there. There’s something more in that split second that he glances your way, almost as if he was fighting the urge to take a longer look, but that could just be the trauma talking.
He takes his time folding his slender fingers together as he speaks to your brother, not even bothering to look over at him while negotiating his terms. It’s almost as if he’s bored of the inconvenience of his presence, annoyed that he even has to do any of this at all. You can tell this isn’t the first conversation they’ve about this, but figure that it may very well be their last. And just like that, with a wave of his hand, one of your captors grasps onto your brother’s arm and turns him away from you despite his many pleas and protests.
“She stays here until you come back.” He looks at you intentionally this time, eyes burning his promise deep into your soul with words clearly meant for your brother.
“What?! No! She doesn’t have anything to do with this, Eric! I was asking her for money! That’s why I was with her!” David pleads as the woman begins dragging him across the room toward the open door. “I’ll get your money, I promise!”
“We’ll see.” Eric states calmly, almost to himself as the sound of your brother’s begging fades out into the darkened hallway, muddled by his scurried footsteps.
You start to run over to the doorway, trying to see which direction they’re taking him in, to get one last look at your brother before the night swallows him whole, but you can barely move. Like in one of those nightmares you can’t manage to wake yourself from, your feet seem to get heavier with each step you take as you feel yourself being pulled back to the center of the room by your host’s words.
“If I knew David had such a pretty sister, I would have threatened him a lot sooner.” Eric starts as he busies himself by looking over his ledger, his long fingers scaling down the page before looking back up at you intently. He holds your gaze with a long azure stare, so dark and serious that you can’t bear to look away, even if you tried. “Now I see why he was keeping you from me.”
“Keeping me from you?” The phrase sounds just as odd coming out of your own mouth as it did his, your voice providing little balm over the idea.
“Don’t pretend to be so naive, sweetheart. It doesn’t suit you.” Eric stands up, moving around the desk toward you in a blur faster than your brain can even begin to register. He stops just a few feet short of you, forcing you to gasp as your muscles tighten in anticipation of what he could do to you in a matter of seconds. If he wanted to. He’s so much taller than he seemed from behind the desk, his shoulders now towering well above your eye line as he takes another slow, purposeful step in your direction. “You’re not nearly as afraid of me as you should be.”
“I’m afraid,” you reassure him shakily, still stunned in your tracks.
“Are you?” He lifts your chin with the tips of his fingers, that cold stare of his softening just a little as his lips curl into a devious smirk. “Or is it something else?”
You wrack your brain of all the vampire trivia you’ve learned over the years, trying to recall if they could read minds, or if that was just something you saw in a movie once. Is it that blatantly obvious that you’re attracted to him despite the situation your brother’s put you in? Has the gift of fear not properly disguised your complex reaction to his large size and good looks? Or is this just a lucky shot in the dark?
“It’s something else,” you hear yourself admit to him before you even decide to tell him the truth. Why did you just do that?
“I could see it all over your face the very second you walked in here.” He grabs ahold of your chin and squeezes until your lips purse, smiling as if he’s won some kind of prize for calling you out on something completely out of your control. “Humans aren’t nearly as good at hiding their emotions as they think they are.”
He chuckles and lets go of your face, turning his back to you before slowly walking over to his desk as a cascade of hormones trickles into your bloodstream. That sudden absence of his touch makes your body ache for another embrace, craving that hit of oxytocin more quickly than you’d ever anticipated from a mere stranger.
“How much does he owe you, exactly?” You attempt to reconnect, stepping toward him as he turns back around to face you.
Maybe he just wants you to ask for it… to beg for what you want in exchange for your brother’s life, but that’s not something you’ve ever done before, not something you’d ever lower yourself to do. The least you could do is try your best to negotiate your way out of this logically.
“A lot,” he answers flatly.
“How much?” You try to stand your ground, looking up at him resolutely as his beautiful features start to heat you up from the inside out.
“Fifty thousand dollars.”
“Jesus, fuck.” You utter, unaware that your brother’s habits had gotten him this upside down with the most lethal of all creatures known to man. There’s no way he’s getting out of this without your help.
“Jesus Fuck is right.” The vampire grins as he makes another move in the unspoken game that you’re playing together, reaching out to touch a lock of your hair and smelling it before laying it back down onto your shoulder. “You seem like the smart one in the family, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that your brother hasn’t been able to pay his debt to us for some time.” He licks his lips as he looks you over, his gaze moving back and forth from your mouth down to your neck in rapid succession. “And that he’s pushed things just far enough that we’ve had no other choice but to take extreme measures.”
“Are you going to kill him?” Your heart sinks in your chest before dropping down into your stomach, straining the muscles in your torso at the thought of him paying the ultimate price for his stupidity. Sure, the two of you had fallen out of touch over the years because of his habits, but that didn’t mean that you wanted him killed over them. You just wanted this all to be over and done with. Then it hits you; you’re reminded of what your brother was doing business with… not who. “Are you going to kill… me?”
“I’m hoping it doesn’t have to come to that.” The blue in his eyes begins to shrink as his pupils dilate, escaping to the far recesses of his irises as he closes the gap between you. “It’d be such a waste.”
“But I don’t have that kind of money,” you think out loud, still trying to logic your way out of this.
“Oh, I know.” He smirks, the seductive confidence now oozing out of his pores. “That doesn’t necessarily mean that you can’t help him.” He traces his finger over the artery in your neck as it pumps a more potent cocktail of fear and arousal into your bloodstream, forcing your lips to tremble. “Fortunately for me, you were in the right place at the right time when my men picked him up.”
“Fortunately?” You repeat, realizing now that it’s too late for mundane negotiations, that it’s far too late to fight your body’s natural urges.
“You’d do anything for your brother, wouldn’t you?” Eric’s fangs suddenly emerge as he touches more of your bare skin, revealing his true nature as his chest begins to heave.
Oh God. “I’ve never been bitten before,” you whisper without pulling away from his grasp.
“Never?” He leans down and whispers into your ear, the deep musk of his cologne surrounding you in a heady haze as his thumb presses against your racing pulse. He carefully wraps the rest of his cold fingers around your neck, holding you in place as he inhales your scent. “You haven’t even thought about it? About how good it might feel?”
His words turn your insides to quicksand, his breath hot on your skin as you dare to think about his fangs sinking into your flesh. You honestly hadn’t wondered about how it would feel until just now, your mind jumping ahead to the image of him latching onto your throat and tasting your blood before you’re able to give him an honest yet quiet answer. “No.”
“Not even now?” He slides his other hand between your thighs, triggering your most human response as that moisture begins to collect beneath the fabric of your jeans, soaking through the cotton of your underwear as your body takes over. “It only hurts at first.”
“My brother will find a way to get your money.” Your last ditch effort at peace is futile at best, knowing full well that it’s only a matter of seconds before your carnal desires win over.
“Will he?” Eric releases his grip on your neck only to grasp onto your hair, tugging on your scalp just hard enough to expose your throat. “I think we both know how hopeless your brother’s case really is.” He pulls tighter, jutting your chin up toward the ceiling as he turns you around and walks you back toward his desk like a rag doll. “Maybe I should just keep you here to start paying off that debt of his. I’m sure you could be of use.”
“Keep me here?” Your view of the ceiling tiles shifts in and out of focus as he slides his hand beneath the hem of your pants, lifting you up onto his desk while sliding his fingers between your soaking wet folds. Goddamn, that feels good, oh god… he’s really good at that. But wait a minute… Keep you here? How long was that going to last? How long are YOU going to last? “I don’t want to die.”
“Who said anything about dying?” He grins as he settles in between your legs, pushing his fingers inside your eager entrance as a salacious shade of hunger washes over his face.
His bite somehow takes you by surprise, the sudden piercing pain worse than you imagined as it breaks your skin, shooting daggers up through your spine. That sharp sting only lasts for a second though, his tongue massaging your skin as it works to lap up the hot flow of blood that leaks out of the corners of his mouth, racing down your neck and onto your clavicle. His needy moans vibrate against your throat as his fingers delve deeper inside you, his thumb rubbing delicious circles into your moistened clit, flooding your senses with a deadly concoction of agony and ecstasy.
So this is what all the fuss is about.
You start to moan along with him as he stimulates your most sensitive area, only no sound bothers to escape your lips. Your breath is stifled by the intoxicating mixture of cortisol and oxytocin flowing through your veins and into his mouth, halting any complex brain functions you might otherwise have at this moment. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tightening onto his golden locks in order to hold him against you in this morbidly sensual embrace.
He pulls more of you into his mouth as your strength begins to dwindle, greedily licking the length of your neck before nipping at your chin and jawline in between hungry attempts to clean up the scarlet mess he’s made of your skin. Those tiny little nips quickly turn into affectionate kisses on his way up your face until he reaches your lips, parting them with his blood-soaked tongue.
“Eric,” you’re finally able to moan, whining as his fingers slide out of your sex just in time to unfasten your jeans, leaving a trail of slick up your pelvis as he pulls them off your legs.
“You taste like a dream,” he smirks, your blood smattered across his face like a wild animal, the excess dripping down his neck and onto his chest, stirring something more primal in you than you’ve ever felt before. He can see it in your eyes as he runs his tongue across his teeth, holding his thumb against your bite in order to slow down your bleeding for the time being. “You like it, don’t you?”
You nod in silence.
“I knew you would.” He leans in close and kisses you again, letting you taste the iron of your blood until enough of it fills your mouth that you have no other choice but to swallow. It goes down easier than you anticipated, still hot and fluid down the back of your throat as Eric bites into his own lip, mixing the saltier flavor of his blood with yours. He smirks as you lean forward to kiss him back, no longer afraid as you take his bottom lip between your teeth and suck the spit and blood right off of it.
He has you now; hook, line and sinker.
Your desire for him increases exponentially as if your very life force depends on the continuation of his kiss, on the certainty of his touch. You feel that your very soul is connected to his now, tethered more deeply than you ever have been with anyone else. Your groans become louder as he lazily licks the blood off your tongue and teeth; his hunger for you only growing along with yours as you both continue to consume each other.
Making quick work of undoing his own pants, he shoves them down past his knees to reveal the evidence of his own arousal, grasping onto your thigh to make room for his hips.
Jesus Christ, he’s even bigger than you thought he’d be. Fuck. This is really happening, isn’t it?
“And to think that I was your first,” he snickers, stroking himself with his opposite hand as he spreads the remainder of your blood left on his palm over his enormous girth. He lines himself up with your dripping wet cunt, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your length as waves of red hot bliss shoot up into your core before he pushes inside.
You cry out as your body takes him in, inch by undead inch as that rare connection between you only tightens like a rubber band pulling you two together as he bottoms out against your thighs. He only gives you a second to adjust to his size, pulling out just a little before slamming his hips back into you without mercy, sheathing himself within your walls before relentlessly repeating the motion again and again. That tingly red heat from before turns scarlet as it burns its way through you, igniting every neuron in your body as he quickens his pace, grunting as he hits that bundle of nerves inside you the way only a man who’s been alive for centuries would know how.
It’s as if he’s unlocked something within you that so many men before had tried and failed to open, expanding your pleasure throughout every tissue in your body from your capillaries right down to your fingertips. Bright, blinding lights flash before your eyes as your toes curl and your back arches, distracting you from his mouth latching onto you once again. You can feel his thrusts becoming more frantic, each pass over your slick special spot triggering another explosion of ecstasy as your muscles clench down around him, draining him of his more prized fluid as you both shake together in unison. His moans turn into groans as he drinks more of your blood, shifting into feral growls against your mangled skin as your heart rate eventually comes down from your climax.
“Fuck!” He pulls his fangs from you as he licks and kisses his way back up to your lips, a thin coat of your blood now covering you in a ruby red sheen as his come drips down your thighs and onto the floor. “I knew I could use you.” He winks before pulling out and kissing your forehead. “Only forty-nine thousand dollars to go.”
#eric northman#alexander skarsgard#true blood#eric northman x reader#eric northman fan fiction#vampires#vampire#louisiana
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71. "a little witchcraft, I suspect"
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Hi, I don’t know if your taking requests at the moment but I was wondering if I could get an imagine with Eric Northman where he falls in love with the reader who happens to be Tara Thornton’s sister? Please?
Love your writing❤️😃.
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Eric Northman x Black Fem! Reader
A/N: I hope you like this! It’s definitely been a minute since I wrote for my fav vamp boy Eric! So i hope everything is consistent to the seasons. I did more of a first meeting with Eric and Reader, so I hope that’s okay. I also apologize for it being long but I’ve been in a writing slump for so long that I just kind of let it take me where it wanted to go until i ran out of juice for it lol. I hope it’s not too much of an abrupt cut off.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1227
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It had been a month since you'd seen your sister, this mainly having to do with the fact that she was now Vampire. Which you knew she had a hard time adjusting to especially after everything she went through with Franklin. But you think that one of the main things that helped her with her transition was that no matter what you still remained a constant in her life.
Although this was the first time you'd be seeing your big sister in person, you'd called and texted each other constantly making sure that she still had some kind of normalcy in her new life. But from what she had been telling you after that first initial week she had adjusted well enough to be expected and even got a job at the place where her maker worked as a bartender. And that's where you were planning on meeting her tonight; Fangtasia.
You'd never been to a vampire bar. Not that you were prejudiced against them, it's just you never really had time for going out to bars and clubs with school literally keeping your social life shackled. So, you were both excited and nervous. You conveyed your feelings to Tara and she told you that there was nothing to worry about in the bar and if anyone did decide to mess with her big sister she'd take care of them personally.
You laughed her off but told her you appreciated it.
When you walked into Fangtasia it was nothing like you expected it to be. With it's red leather walls and stripper poles evenly spaced out in the place. Not to mention the massive bar that took up most of the space of the right wall and dead center was a stage with a lone chair or could you even call it a chair? It was more like a throne; that was sitting in the dead center of the stage with an obscenely handsome man sitting in it. His long legs spread out almost as if in invitation as he scanned the crowd of swaying bodies of both vampire and human. As he scanned the crowd his intense blue eyes suddenly made contact with yours.
You felt like a mouse staring into the mesmerizing eyes of a snake as you held you captive with those eyes you felt your heartbeat quicken and saw a smirk spread on that stoic marble face. Could he actually hear your heartbeat from this far? And with all of this noise going on in the background?
Suddenly you felt a hand around your arm and were pulled away from those transfixing eyes.
“Y/N!” Tara smiled and instantly wrapped you in a hug. It was definitely a tighter hug than your used to from your big sister but you embraced her back, with a smile on your face.
“Tara! I missed you so much.” you said as you continued to hug her before she pulled away.
“I missed you too Y/N.” she said and you felt your heart expand at the sight of Tara’s genuine smile. “Come on let’s get you a drink. You’re going to need one if you’re going to deal with all these weirdos tonight.” she said as she pulled you towards the bar, without giving you a chance to sneak another peak at the mystery man on the throne.
“Okay so we have to talk about the elephant in the room.” You stated as you watched Tara walk to the back of the bar as she started to pour the both of you drinks.
Tara gave you a quizzical look and she almost looked wary.
“Now does a drastic change in fashion sense come with being a vampire? Or is this just part of the job description?” You let out a chuckle and you felt your heart ache a bit as you saw Tara breathe a sigh of relief, before letting out a laugh herself.
“It’s mainly for the job. So you don’t make the weirdos feel out of place.” She said just as two heavily pierced goths came up to order something at the bar. You quickly stifled a giggle at their pissed off expressions to which TAra just quickly shrugged them off and started making their drinks.
As you were talking with Tara the next thirty minutes you felt this ever present presence behind you like someone was boring holes into the back of your skull, demanding that you look at them.
You swiveled in your seat, trying to find the source. You scanned the club, but felt your eyes mainly gravitate towards the center stage and the hulking presence that was seated there.
You tried not to stare but he evidently had no problem with staring as he scanned down your body; those blue eyes seemingly taking in every minute detail of you. And in return you did the same to him. Taking in the short blonde hair, chiseled jaw and those massive hands; which sent a shiver down your spine at the thought of all of what those hands could do.
“Oh hell no!” Tara shouted, gaining your attention again. “Don’t you dare go messing with Eric fucking Northman, Y/N. He is trouble with a capital crazy “T”.”
“I’m not messing with anyone. But he’s gorgeous, you can’t say that he isn’t Tara.” You defended, feeling your cheeks heat.
“Mhmm.” she said not believing a word of your crap. “I’m warning you Y/N, you're better off not even think-” Tara was cut off as you felt someone looming behind you and you suddenly realized that Tara wasn’t the only one who had gone quiet.
“Hello there little mouse.” His voice was like sin covered silk and you felt your body instantly heat. “And who might you be?”
You took a deep breath and turned in your seat. “I’m Tara’s sister, Y/N. '' You said softly as your eyes connected with his. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in all of him. Chiding yourself at noticing how big he actually is, so much so that you had to tilt your neck just to meet those pretty blue eyes.
His smile reminded you of a wolf as he looked from you to Tara. “I didn’t know you had a sister Tara. And one that was this beautiful as well.”
“She’s my kid sister.” Tara said, making you flinch at how she emphasized the kid part.
“Does she have your mouth too?” Eric chided and you felt the slap dealt to your sister and got up from where you were sitting.
“Yes, she does and she is also sitting right here. So if you have any questions why don’t you ask me and leave my sister alone.” You said, raising an eyebrow at him.
He raised an eyebrow at you in return, turning his gaze back onto you, before stunning you with one of his wolfish smiles.
“What?” You asked hesitantly.
“You are a very welcome surprise tonight, Y/N.”
You felt a spike of bravery run through you, you’d decide later if it was a stupid streak of bravery later as you looked back up in those hungry eyes. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
You watched as his tongue darted out and wet his lips before he said “ Definitely a good thing. A very good thing.”
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Little Banshee (chapter 2)
Summary: They have to keep you safe but to do so they need to know everything. They have their ways of getting the information from you.
Pairing: Eric Northman x reader x Pam De Beaufort (polyamorous relationship)
Word count: 2K
Warning: +18 minors DNI. Smut. fingers. female and guy fingers female. Uhh blood play technically. but a lot of blood. and Eric and Pam being hot is a warning too.
A/N: This is a comfort fic for sure. Going through some stuff but maybe you guys will enjoy it. Trying to stay on present tense and first person point of view. It's kind of what true blood goes with. I think it works best and I want to get better at it too. I did proof read it the best I could. Later chapters will have smut, gore, fighting and who knows. Hope you enjoy.
Title: Little Banshee Chapter two
Chapter One
The drive was smooth and helped me drift to sleep quickly. It was the first time in months that I’ve felt at peace. The irony wasn’t lost on me though. How can I feel peace when two vampires, that can easily kill me, sat in the front seat of the SUV. Considering nothing in my life has ever fully made sense at least I can get over the shock of the situation quickly. However, I could not think about it much more. The drive was lulling me into a deep sleep that soon overtook me in seconds.
As the ride continued, I woke up periodically listening in to conversations about other characters I remembered to just music playing. Admittedly the situation did worry me. I do at least have some self-preservation feelings inside me. However, I didn’t feel the need to run. So far, they posed no threat to me this second, but I understood they could use me to gain power. I knew exactly what they were capable of. So even though it could end badly it could end okay. I know their end story and just hope some of it doesn’t happen. Now that I’m here, I’m sure I changed everything.
I also realized in between consciousness that the exhaustion from the running, the scream and my body having to heal thanks to Eric's blood, put me in a frame of mind that people rarely get to see. I felt small. I just wanted to curl up in bed with a stuffed animal and go to sleep. I knew showing this weakness to them made me more vulnerable to the vampires sitting and chatting in the front seat, but I was too tired to stop myself from slipping into that state.
I didn’t realize we stopped until I was suddenly being carried into a cabin by Eric with Pam now holding two duffle bags in front of us. I curled more against Eric's body and nuzzled his neck. I hoped he didn’t notice the action.
“Good morning Little Banshee,” He whispered softly, and you swore you felt a gentle kiss on your forehead as Pam unlocked the cabin.
“Hopefully, this place is stocked like we requested. I swear if that asshole messed up again, I’ll kill him myself,” Pam said dropping the bag unceremoniously on the ground right in front of the door and proceeded to make sure carrying the bags didn’t mess up her clothing at all.
Through my sleepy haze I could see Eric roll his eyes as his long legs walked over the bags and carried me to what I assumed was the master bedroom. The room was huge. Inside was a bed big enough for me but beside it was two matching coffins that were pushed against the bed.
Eric sat me down at the end of the bed and left without saying a word. I looked around for a moment before noticing how comfortable the bed looked. Quickly I scrambled towards the pillows and laid down before pulling an extra pillow to my chest. I stared blankly at the coffin in front of me and wondered what it was like for them. I bet it wasn’t terrible but why the coffin? Why not black out windows?
I moved my head to noticed there were black out screens in the room, and I could guess they’re probably throughout the cabin too. My eyes drifted back to the coffin and as much as I tried to resist my curiosity I couldn’t any longer. Pam and Eric were in cabin somewhere complaining about there being no food for me to eat, and then I heard Eric on the phone. He spoke a language that sounded familiar, but I couldn’t remember what it was for some reason. Maybe I do have amnesia.
I gently lifted the coffin lid that weighed way more than I expected. As I peered in, I saw silk cushion top. A mattress inside with silk red sheets. The lid propped open easily and I moved my hand over the material. It looked softer than the bed. I looked at the door to make sure neither of them was coming before moving into the coffin. While adjusting my body, I managed to hit the lid making it slam shut on top of me. I was sure they heard it and I squeaked from the loud noise knowing you were going to get caught. I tried to push it open, but the latch must have fell, meaning I was suck inside until they decided to open the lid of the coffin.
“Fuck,” I whispered before the lid was suddenly thrown open.
“That isn’t nice language little banshee, but please be more careful. You’re not invincible,” He sounded annoyed, so you made a small noise. I could have sworn a strange emotion passed his face, but he turned and left before I could make it out.
“You have to admit she looks cute in there,” Pam said with a smile.
I watched as Pam moved closer to me holding what looked like silk pajamas. Slowly I sat up in the coffin.
“You guys like silk,” The comment felt silly, but it made her smile.
“We have been alive for hundreds of years sweet. No reason for us to not have taste, and if we plan to protect you. You’ll be living a long time too,” Pam had reached out to touch my chin gently before patting the edge of the bed. The command was small and the submissive in me obeyed. Slowly I moved to the edge of the bed before I felt the firm but gentle hold of my chin between her fingers.
“If you want to skip formalities of getting to know you, you can let us drink some more blood little banshee. We can learn everything we need to know and figure out how to better take care of you,” She said gently. It honestly sounded nice. To not have to go through the whole story was my introvert dream and so I nodded my head.
The thought of feeling their fangs inside of me scared me though but I couldn’t lie about feeling excited at the prospect at the same time. My arousal must be sensed because eric was now gripping the edge of the door frame tightly.
“Pam,” He warned while he watched her fingers move from my chin and pulled at my shirt. I slowly lifted my arms up, unable to stop looking into her eyes. It was hypnotizing and the more I looked into her eyes the more I could just focus on her. Her hands felt so nice as they ran down my arms and behind me to unhook my bra. I was inches away from her face now, and she was firmly in between my legs, forcing them completely open. I could feel the slick that had soaked my underwear thanks to the cold of the apartment making it apparent.
A growl could be heard in the distance, but you knew it was Eric, but there was no moving your eyes from hers.
“It’s okay little banshee. Kiss me,” Pam whispered before she gently kissed me. I whimpered against her soft lips and my hands quickly attached to her shirt, pulling her as close as possible to me. The action must have been amusing because I could feel her chuckle against my lips.
“Shh little one,” Her hands were cold but the contrast against my hot skin made the feeling even better. I was so busy with kissing her that I squeaked the moments her fingers played with my nipples. She was gentle and brushed against them with her thumb before her lips finally pulled away from mine. I whimpered at the loss but feeling her kiss against my neck made me rut my hips against hers.
I gasped when I felt her hand was now working at my pants and pulling them down with my underwear. The daze of her eyes went away for just a moment but her fingers gently brushing against my clit made me forget everything.
“Please,” I begged for whatever she was willing to give me. Suddenly I felt a presence push against my back, spreading my legs further apart. My eyes fluttered close when I felt her mouth at my neck. I knew the pain was coming but I didn’t expect to feel Eric’s fingers inside of me as she bit down. I gasped loudly as she sucked on my neck slowly but her movement on my clit did not falter once. Suddenly it all felt even better than normal.
Erics fingers curled perfectly inside of me and I couldn’t help but to move my hips to meet his thrust. It felt so perfect that I already felt close to my release. My hand reached back to grip the back of his neck while I leaned your head against his shoulder, showing the free side of my neck more to him.
“Don’t you dare cum yet little banshee,” Eric growled into my ear making me whimper at his command.
“Yes daddy,” I whispered feeling eric smile against the other side of my neck. That was when I felt his teeth push into my skin. For just moment the pain managed to override the pleasure I was receiving from them and I gripped whatever I could hold on to. My grip on the back of Eric’s neck tightened more, and you could hear him growl against your skin. My other hand ran through pam’s hair and gripped it slightly making her moan softly.
They must have sensed my desperation because Eric’s movements quickened along with Pam’s. She moved away from my neck and I could see tears stain her face, but I couldn’t help but to moan again from eric’s actions. I tried my best to wipe away her tears, but she took my hand and kissed it gently.
Slowly she leaned down and took one of my breasts into her free hand and squeezed it tightly before her tongue began to swirl around my harden nipple. Seeing my blood smeared against my skin turned me on even more making me moan and beg.
“Please daddy, mommy,” I was so dazed in pleasure that I couldn’t even help myself. “I need to cum,” I begged while tears pricked my eyes from having to hold back.
Eric moaned against my neck, breaking me from my thoughts while pam moved to my other breast to pay it the same attention as the other.
“I’m so close!” I cried out once more.
“Cum for us,” Pam whispered against my skin.
With that I felt myself cum hard against eric’s fingers making me moan both of their names loudly. Pam slowed her movement down until she stopped while Eric continued to move his fingers to prolong to orgasm as long as possible. I felt his fangs finally leave my body as I felt myself almost black out from the overwhelming pleasure and blood loss. I could feel my body being moved but it wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized they cleaned me up and I was dressed in the silk pajamas Pam was holding earlier. My hand slowly moved to my neck and I did not feel the puncture wounds at all. I assumed one of them made me drink from them once more to heal it.
Before I could move anymore, I was pulled further into Eric’s arms who was naked and under the sheets with me. He was gently moving his hand up and down my arm while I realized he was speaking to Pam. I moved my eyes to see her tying a robe around her waist.
“You saw what she’s been through Eric. I’m sorry she’s not going back,” She said tightly. The statement sounded final which worried you but the thought of not going back sounded nice.
“Shh my sweet we won’t let go of her. She’s our little banshee. We’ll teach her to be stronger. Teach her how to use her powers, and when the next full moon hits we’ll change her. It’ll make the process go by faster. Plus, we can figure out how she passed from her dimension to our own. So, if she must go back, we can go with her” He said softly. I knew there was more to this. I sighed sadly but I felt his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Calm that heart of yours,” He whispered before gently kissing my lips. It felt sincere which only confused me even more but I’m far to tired to think.
“I wonder if that’s why she screamed,” Pam said thoughtfully.
“There is nothing in the lore that states banshees can’t sense their own death coming close. Whether it’s them dying or becoming the undead,” He said softly before kissing my forehead gently. I gripped him tighter because now I felt safe, and I didn’t want that feeling to go away.
“Shh little banshee, we’ll protect you from big monsters in the world and inside your head,” He whispered softly. “I promise.”
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Chapter 3
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Impossible - 17
Pairing: eric northman x reader
Warnings: nope
A/N: you get a gif today because I’m too lazy to make a header.
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The next evening, Eric took you and Sookie with him to meet with two of Godric’s underlings: Isabel Beaumont and Stan fucking Baker. Isabel was a sweetheart but Stan was an asshole of the first order and a huge pain in your father’s ass. You’d met him twice before but seriously doubted he even remembered. You were just another human after all. There was no reason for him to pay any mind to you whatsoever.
Sookie had styled her hair and wore a red dress with a bandana pattern on it. It was cute but it also screamed country. Eric had worn a black button up with black pants and his black leather jacket. In contrast, you wore white, the dress clasping around your neck which left the back open. Eric moved around the room, restless, his hand caressing your bare skin whenever he passed by.
He introduced the two of you to the other two vampires by name only. As you expected, Stan showed not even the vaguest recollection of having met you before. “You might have mentioned that Eric hired a couple of fucking humans, Isabel.” He rocked on his feet a bit as he scowled at you.
“Now, wait just a damn minute,” Sookie started and you placed a hand on her arm to stop her.
“You are human, Sookie. Pick something else to get pissed off about. I’m sure Stan here will give you plenty of options,” you told her. She was used to dealing with Eric and Bill. Stan would just as soon rip her head off as listen to her attitude. As for you, you were kind of hoping he’d try it with you. All you needed was an excuse.
Stan stepped forward and curled his lip as he snarled at you. In a blink, Eric had him pinned against the wall with a hand on his chest. “That one’s my mate. Treat her with anything but the utmost respect again and we will have an issue.”
He released Stan and flashed back to your side. The Texan straightened his suitcoat. “You might have introduced her that way, Northman.”
“I might’ve, but I didn’t. Deal with it.”
“Can we get back on topic?” Isabel asked.
“Are you certain it is the Fellowship of the Sun that took Godric?” Eric looked more than a little annoyed at the prospect.
Stan said, “Yes” at the same time Isabel said, “No.”
The male rolled his eyes. “They are the only ones with the organization and manpower to have pulled this off.”
“But they’re amateurs,” Isabel argued. “This is Godric we’re talking about.”
You frowned. “Do you know for sure that he was taken by anyone? It seems like you’re just guessing.”
“He wouldn’t just leave. He has responsibilities here. Besides, we can find no trace of him,” Isabel reasoned.
“Sookie and I can investigate at the church. It should be fairly easy to determine if he’s there or not,” you said. Eric shifted beside you.
“And just how do you propose to do that?” Isabel asked, her accent more pronounced in her irritation.
You laid a hand on Sookie’s arm to keep her quiet. “It’s what we’re here for.” Which really didn’t answer her question at all, but you didn’t care. There was a leak here and you weren’t giving them any more information than necessary.
“It’s not necessary. We just go in and take them out in one mass attack. Show them who’s in charge.”
“Hmm, vampire hating church gets wiped out. I wonder who did it? The Authority would skin your ass,” you told him. “On second thought, that could be entertaining. Go ahead.”
“Alskling,” Eric said, a warning in his tone.
Stan’s gaze narrowed and darted between you and your mate. He really wanted to say something but wisely feared the Viking beside you. As he should. Instead, he settled for, “Have we met before?”
You hummed in amusement but didn’t answer. Let him figure it out.
Stan widened his stance and crossed his arms. “We all know the Great Revelation was the biggest mistake we ever made. It would be a shame to let this opportunity pass.”
Wow. Your dad was going to have a field day with this one.
“Don’t use Godric to make your own little power play,” Isabel snapped at her counterpart.
Eric stiffened beside you. “You are both completely incompetent. What has happened to Godric that he surrounds himself with fools?”
“We invited you here as a courtesy. You have no authority here,” Isabel told him.
“Yeah, why don’t you just run on home to Louisiana and take your puppets with you?” Stan drawled.
Your hand gripped Eric’s to keep him from launching himself at the other vampire for calling you a puppet. “We need a plan,” you said, trying to get everyone back on topic.
“I have a plan.” Of course, fucking Stan.
“It’s not a plan, it’s a movie,” Isabel argued and you wondered how many times they’d had a version of this argument since Godric disappeared. He wouldn’t have stood for it if he were here.
Your gaze shifted back to Stan as he said, “It’s not a movie, it’s a war.” So fucking dramatic. Did he think there were cameras filming him or something? Imbecile.
“Idiots,” Eric growled out echoing your thoughts. He pulled you from the room, Sookie trailing behind.
As soon as the three of you were outside, he released you hand so he could pace. Sookie leaned toward you. “Is he okay?”
You hummed and gave her a nod. “He’s just pissed. Give him a minute.” You pulled out your phone while you waited for him to cool off and sent your dad a text. Stan Baker is going to be a problem.
The response was almost immediate. Dallas, right?
Considering the amount of vampires he’s encountered over the years, you’d always been impressed at his ability to remember names, faces and locations. Yes.
Do I need to send someone?
You smirked, knowing what he was really asking. Not necessary. I’m already here. Just tell me I’m cleared and I’ll take care of it when we’ve finished our business here. Eric might beat me to it. Stan called me a puppet.
You have full authority. Either of you. Your usual fee applies. And y/n?
Yes?
I’m sorry.
I know. Your fight wouldn’t truly be resolved until you talked in person but it was a start. You put your phone away just as Eric returned to the two of you. “Feel better?” you asked before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
He didn’t respond so you took that as a no. He grasped your hand in his and you grabbed Sookie’s. The three of you walked back inside only to hear Isabel and Stan still arguing over whether or not they should just wipe out the church. Eric growled before picking up a vase and launching it at the wall. It shattered catching their attention.
“Godric has protected you and made you rich and you stand here arguing like a couple of children. No wonder he has not been found.”
“Are you aware you have a leak?” you asked, giving them something else to focus on.
“Impossible,” they said in unison.
“We were intercepted at the airport. They were told to take the humans traveling with me,” Eric explained.
“And from what I’ve gathered, Isabel’s the only one that knew we were coming.” You tilted your head as you studied the shock on the female vampire’s face. It seemed genuine.
Before you could question her further, Eric had her hanging in the air by her throat. “You would endanger my mate?”
“I didn’t. I swear,” she choked out as she clawed at his wrist. Stan just stood by with a smirk on his face.
“Put her down, Eric. We need to ask her some questions,” you said softly.
He huffed and released her so she dropped to the floor. “Ask.”
“Who did you tell we were coming?” Your voice was just as quiet as it had been for Eric.
When she shook her head, you held up a hand to stop her.
“Not an enemy. Someone you trusted, Isabel. Who did you tell?”
You saw the moment the name came to her. She was devastated. “He wouldn’t.”
“Who?” Stan snapped.
When she took too long to answer, Eric asked again. “Hugo,” she said softly.
“Your human.” Stan’s lip curled in that sneer he seemed to have perfected.
Eric stopped him before he could go after the man in question. “You will lock him up and await Godric’s judgment. No harm will come to him.”
“You have no authority here, Sherriff.”
The only thing that kept you from killing him now was the fact he may know more than he was letting on about Godric’s disappearance and you’d have to interrogate him later. “Actually, he does. The threat to his mate supersedes Hugo’s act of betrayal against you.”
Stan turned his scowl on you. “Who are you?”
“Who me? I’m just a puppet.”
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Trouble (Eric Northman x Reader)
Pairing: Eric Northman x Female Reader
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Trouble tended to follow people that entered Fangtasia. The name alone was enough to make your skin crawl. Old fashioned puns. Before the vampires had crawled from their seclusion and secrecy, it would have been a wise-crack of a name, given to some cheesy goth bar on the strip, trying to make a profit off of young adults who were into the scene. That or it would be some silly feature in a movie. You thought it was too tacky for an A-list as you peered up at the sign over the top of the entrance. Red flashing neon, blood drops dripping from the ‘F’ in the name. Someone had said it was popular for the irony. You knew it was because of the rumours of what happened in the back and toilets. Most of the men and women here were looking for the thrill of being with a vampire. Getting bit. Getting high off their blood. Vampiric blood as a drug was illegal, but you were more than certain that it didn’t stop the backhanded deals going on in the back. Despite that, despite being annoyed with all the garish shit plastered over the front and the gothic tacky theme, you were for this ability to mingle. Seeing genuine vampires and their human counterparts move into the bar, and for once in their lives, be able to be together without fear.
Fear was maybe the only thing in your mind as your friend dragged you to the door. A blond vampire was stood in stiletto heels, her sharp brow raised as a smirk crawled over her pretty face. She was sharp at every angle, even down to the points of her teeth as her red lips curled back.
“I’m gonna have to ask for some ID.” She drawled, perfectly painted nails uncurling to present her palm, “It’s been a long time. I can’t tell age very well anymore.” The vampire sneered teasingly as you pulled your ID free from your purse. She took both yours and your friend’s in hand, peering at the pictures and yourselves before she returned them politely and took one step to the left, “Please. Enjoy yourselves.” She drawled with a lick to her fang, “Any trouble, just ask for Pam.” Blond hair whipped as she shot you both a wink over her shoulder. The men in line behind you didn’t receive such a nice treatment. Pam’s sweet drawl turned sharp when she turfed them out and away.
“Don’t you come back here with those vials, sweethearts! I’ll make sure to stick ‘em so far you’ll never find them again!” She snapped her teeth and laughed as they ran. You tried to take a deep breath as you headed inside the cool club and towards the bar tucked away to the side.
“You never said this place was full of strippers too.” You complained as you ordered drinks for the two of you. The vampire bartender was polite, smiling with white teeth as he mixed your drinks and slid them over the wood, snatching the ten-dollar bill before sliding you back your change on top of two stamped coasters.
“Come on. I know it looks seedy, but people really are nice.” She complained before hiding your eyes from two people exchanging spit in the back, “He…He’s been so kind to me. I needed you here. This is the only place we can be seen together. In this bar.” The drink in her hand shook as she raised it to her lips, taking a long drink of the bourbon mixer.
With a sigh you smiled over your straw and took her other hand, squeezing it tightly in your grasp, “And I’ll stay. I don’t want you getting screwed over by a human or a vampire.” You promised as she pulled her phone out and smiled, perking up and looking around as a young-looking man skulked into the door. Her smile only got brighter, and his own with it, and you nodded before bowing out, moving away enough to give them privacy, smiling over your drink as the two of them laughed in the corner, unseen and ignored where finally, they could be normal.
A human on their own, however, was more than fair game within a bar full of vampires. You watched the male dancer move his way over a table, his ass pressed to the pole as his hyper fast movements paused for a long grind. His fangs glinted as you watched, dark hair stylized. With a huff you turned back to your drink and swirled the ice as the vampire laughed and turned his scary, graceful movements back towards the crowd that would pay, leather trousers rippling but never making a sound.
“You know its best not to be alone in here.” The bartender offered with a curious turn of his head, dark hair falling over his shoulder, “I just make the drinks. But it never ends well if you stay too long.” He offered darkly before nodding at your drink, “Better if you don’t have many more of those either.” Still, he mixed you another before moving down the bar, towel over his shoulder.
Another voice followed behind you, purring with delight, “Humans that are alone don’t last long here.” It was Pam, her red nails curling over your shoulder as she shuffled into the seat next to you, “But I know you’re here for…” She waved boredly, “Moral support for your little love bird friends. I’ve been keeping the vultures away, at least for now, but you’ll have to leave soon pretty thing. They get hungry quickly.” With a sharp smile she was gone again, blond updo flitting through grinding bodies. The bartender laughed a dark chuckle at your full glass and once more you were left alone with your thoughts, hoping that your friend would let you go home soon.
It wasn’t going to happen. You gathered your purse and paid the bartender for the drinks before shooting a message to your friend. She peered up worriedly as you waved to the bartender and walked through the crowd, towards the door. The bodies seemed to glide effortlessly, much like the dancers, yet many humans danced between the gyrating vampires, drunk and indulging in the vampire’s hypnotising eyes. You kept your head down as you moved past the edge of the bar and towards the vampire bouncers guarding the peace at the door. They didn’t stop you however, a hand on your elbow did.
Pam’s red nails swirled around the crux of your elbow, pressing deep into the skin as she smiled at your side, “Now, now, no need to fright sweet thing.” She drawled, stroking a lock of blond hair behind her ear as she leaned over in her heels, the black leather of her dress brushing against you, “A different kind of vulture wants your attention.” Pam’s red lips popped against your ear, “But he’s a much nicer sort, that I can promise you…Well…” Her eyes looked you up and down as she steered you back around by the shoulders, “If you play nice that is.” Her lips spread in another smirk at the rumbling of your phone in your hand. You caught sight of your friend getting up from her seat worriedly, her vampire companion snapping her back down with a hushed word against her ear as you were steered through the crowd.
How you hadn’t noticed the throne on a stage was a mystery. Bodies parted as you were coaxed to stand at the side of the platform, worriedly clutching your bag strap. Pam’s heels clicked as she ascended the stairs. Even more amazing was how you hadn’t noticed the oldest creature in the room looming on top of the throne, his legs thrown up on a velvet foot stool, eyes focused on a small phone in his hand as he ignored the crowds like they were worth nothing to him. Peasants to a Lord. Maybe that was the best analogy. He didn’t pay attention to you as Pam leaned over by his ear, fangs hidden as she whispered quiet enough to not be heard over the music by other vampires. Cold, old, blue eyes looked up from the flip phone in his hand, gaze fixed on your form as Pam leaned back away from his ear. She smirked to herself, like a cat proud of her little catch, and sauntered back down the stairs, heels snapping against the cold floor as she turned to find herself something entertaining for the evening. The blond vampire turned his eyes from her to you again, snapping the phone shut before he curled a single finger in your direction. Pam’s eyes were heavy on you from her corner as she watched you swallow, the nervousness of a human boiling violently under the surface as you looked at the stairs, clutched your bag tighter, and dared to take them.
Your legs felt heavier and heavier as you took the stairs up to the platform stage, the old vampire’s eyes following your movements like a hawk. With another flick of his wrist, he dropped his phone onto the table next to him and crossed his ankles on top of his stool. Somehow, he looked a lot less threatening with his squeaky polished shoes. The shirt was open far too low to be considered proper, yet he wore the tight jeans and a dress jacket over the top, a chain dipping low into the cleavage of his sculpted chest. You stood by the stairs as he took you in, tight outfit, choker and all. Dressed to enter his bar, but something about you not quite fitting in with the rest of the vampire lackeys crowding the large room. A sharp smile cut his face before he curled a finger again, egging you to come closer, “I can’t speak to you all the way over there.” He didn’t drawl like other members of the bar, his accent foreign and unplaced among the Louisiana drawls. You swallowed, and he smirked wider, but you took the final steps towards his lounging place, “There. That’s better isn’t it?”
Finding your voice was difficult in the face of the smirking vampire but eventually you managed to get your vocal chords to work, “I’m sorry to ask, but why do you want to speak to me?”
The blond smirked wider, running his fingers over the arms of his chair, “I don’t think I gave you permission to speak but I appreciate an air breather with manners. So few of you know where you stand.” He linked his fingers over his lap and smiled a smile of ill intention, “Pam thought you might be of interest, since you enjoy agitating the vultures around here so much.” He pointed at the choker around your neck, “Hiding silver underneath there. Very creative of you.” His teeth turned sharp with a movement of his jaw, fangs snapping, “But incredibly rude. None of my clientele are inclined to touch those who don’t want it.”
You swallowed your fear again, “I’m sorry. I’ve heard things about this place…” The fear settled in your gut and squirmed violently, prompting you to say stupid things, “What’s your name if you…”
The vampire laughed, give chest bobbing with the unnatural expulsion of air he didn’t need, “I’ve never been asked that like this. You really are odd.” His smile grew wider, “Eric. I own this bar.”
“Eric… Well its nice to meet you?” You felt sweat drip down your back.
Eric smiled with sharp fangs, “Nice?” He hummed, getting more comfortable in his chair, “I would not call this meeting ‘nice’.”
A finger raised to point at the silver laced choker around your neck, “Take that off. Its insulting.” He commanded with a head rested on his fist, watching you fumble with the buckle, revealing the tight, thing silver chain wrapped underneath it, “Very creative. Take that off too.” Eric droned, snapping open his phone again to look at a message before he tossed it back to the side and admired the unmarked column of your throat. He tilted his head curiously, “So if you’re not here to get your rocks off, so to speak, why are you here at all?”
The burning question. That was why the leather clad creatures were all staring, and you knew it. Your eyes dared not to look at your friends huddled in the corner as you replied, “I came to support a friend. She met the vampire she’d been talking to for a while tonight.” The words felt a bit pathetic as you choked them out, “She didn’t want him to…be a fraud. She loves him I think. I didn’t want her to get…”
“Eaten for it?” Eric offered with a smirk, tapping his fingers together over his hips, “That is maybe what most of your kind comes here for, is it not? She was…brave for doing this. But that maybe makes you stupid for coming into the wolf den with her.”
“Is this an interrogation or are you just bored, Eric…Sir.” You could have shot yourself and been less scared in that moment.
Wild eyes looked at you then, ready to snap you in half if you gave him much more of a reason, “What was that?” He asked before laughing quietly, teeth clenched in the most unfriendly smile you had ever laid eyes on, “Do I need a reason to ask why you’re in my bar?” He leaned forwards, taking his feet from the stool, the soles snapping against the stage before he pushed his hands against the arms, leaning forwards to get close enough to snap his teeth at your trousers, “I’m Sheriff of this area, little girl. My word is law. So, I’ll ask you again.” Eric drew back into his seat and watched you squirm with a little more delight than he would ever admit, “What are you doing in my bar?”
He could glamour you. You understood that. He could do it with a snap of his fingers and have you begging for anything he wished upon your magic infused brain.
“Its like I said, Sheriff,” He hummed happily at the proper use of his title, “I came here to support my friend. Nothing else. I don’t have any ill intentions towards anyone. I came here to make sure she didn’t get fucked over.” You spread your arms out and sighed, “And if you glamour me, you’re going to get the same response, Sir.”
The vampire looked up at you, watching you squirm under his gaze with curiosity equivalent to a cat snatching a mouse back repeatedly with claws hooked into its tail, “If I do glamour you, you won’t remember standing in front of me, never mind the reason why you are here snarking in front of me.” Eric’s smile turned dangerous as he trailed his gaze up over your legs, admiring them before he turned his fingers in a dismissive gesture, “If that’s all you’re here for then you can scuttle away. I have no need of a plaything tonight.” He crossed his ankles on his footstool once more and picked up his phone from the table, flicking it open to set back to whatever it was he was doing before entertaining himself with you.
“Well, it was a pleasure, Sheriff.” You tried to sound sincere as he watched you over the top of his ancient phone, tapping away at the keys at lightning speed as he replied to whatever was urgently awaiting his attention. His icy eyes watched you, hiding his smirk behind his phone as you awkwardly made your way back down the stairs and towards the door. Your friend and her lover followed you quickly.
Eric grinned at the young vampire, knowing there was very little he would be able to do if Eric decided to have his own way. He wasn’t up for that tonight. He had a lot more pressing matters to attend to over playing with a human.
Pam was quick to make her way over once more, “Oh, you are feeling generous tonight, Eric.” She purred as she sat on the arm of his chair, “I’m pretty sure you have a free night? Why lie to such a nice piece of ass?” She drawled, admiring her freshly painted nails as Eric snapped his phone shut and watched the edge of the stage with boredom.
“I don’t always want to eat whatever walks into my lap, Pamela.” He teased as he listened to the annoying ancient ring tone of his phone but ignoring it, “She’ll be back.” He promised with a smirk, “You don’t wear push-up bras if you don’t want some kind of attention.”
Pam scoffed over on his right, a sharp eyebrow quirked in irritation, “A girl don’t gotta wear anything to impress a man. She was here for herself, Eric, not everything is a vie for your attention.” She tucked a stray curl over her ear and moved to stand, “You might as well chase her. She won’t be back without that little friend of hers.” Pam took the stairs and slinked into the crowd leaving Eric to smirk at his phone.
Avoiding Fangtasia was easy. Your friend and her newly turned lover were comfortable being seen after that. After the upheaval of the royalty and the turbulence that followed, vampires were much more well known. Out of the coffin for numerous years. They were more accepted than ever, despite their eating habits. The tacky lighting was no different, even a year on. Your friend and her lover cooed from beside you as you all entered, the bouncers waving you in instantly. Arm through Derrick’s you shuddered at the coldness of his skin until he released you with an awkward smile by the bar, looking to your friend with a look you could only describe as love.
“I’m sorry she dragged you here, sweet thang.” He drawled, tipping the hat he had on with He drawled, tipping the hat he had on with He drawled, tipping the hat he had on with his eyes hidden awkwardly, “I don’t think she’s used to this sort of stuff still.”
With a snort you laughed at the young vampire
With a snort, you laughed at the young vampire, “Don’t worry about it. Sometimes I just think she misses seeing people.” You patted the vampire’s arm before moving away to order a drink. It was a new bartender, yet he accepted your order and whipped it up in record time, sliding it along the bar before winking and turning to his other customers.
You ignored the cold stare on your back as you sipped your drink quietly by the bar. It was quiet in the bar for a while and you listened to Derrick drawl in the corner before a cold hand slipped over your shoulder. Black nails curled into your blouse.
“Well hello again.” Pam purred behind you, leaning into the seat next to you with a smile, not entirely dangerous, “I didn’t think we would ever see you again.” She hummed as she leaned on the bar top, “I thought Eric had scared you off for good after his interrogation.”
You took a rather large gulp of your drink, “Well, I just can’t say no to my friend it seems.” You joked half-heartedly as Pam licked her top lip.
“Well, if you’re looking for something else…” She trailed her nails over the bar, “I’m sure I can help you out. Not all of us want brutish men. I understand that.” Sharp black nails tapped in front of your drink before she smiled and waved them by her side, “But, Eric wants to see you, despite leaving him high and dry for…hmmm…A year? He might have quite a few words for you.” The vampire leaned over and flashed fang at a collared girl, “He’s waiting, girlie. Don’t make him any more upset.”
You turned to avoid having to look at Pam lick her lips anymore and stood with a scowl at the Sheriff leaned over in his chair. Bright, icy eyes looked at you intensely as you took your drink and walked through the crowd, the choker around your neck not laced with silver this time. As you approached the edge of the stage you watched Eric stand and fasten the button on his silver jacket before he descended the stairs and was instantly by your side, a rush of air following him before a cool hand pressed to the small of your back.
“Hello there, darling.” Eric whispered as he dragged you through the crowd, a firm hand pressed to your back after the rushing spin of him turning you around in the opposite direction. Eric made his presence at your side well known; head held high as he directed you towards a door labelled as ‘staff only'.
“Hello, Sheriff...What seems to be the occasion?” You asked as you stepped through the door. Eric held it open for you. It was his small office. The decor was old fashioned, minimal in a way that told you he didn’t care for it, “This better not be a booty call because I’m going to have to disappoint you.”
Fangs flashed near your ear as he shut the door, whisking past you towards his chair, “No. This isn’t a booty call.” He leaned back and perched back on his bottom to prop his feet up on the desk, “This is actually more of an interview.” A pleasant white smile met your eyes as he linked his fingers on his lap and watched you grow suspicious.
“A job?” You gave him a scowl, “Why the fuck would I need a job from you? And for a matter of fact, why the fuck would I want a job as a hooker in your sleezy bar?” You spat the words at him, the smirk on his face making you even angrier.
“Now now, pumpkin. There’s no need for the language.” In a blur Eric had you by the arm, grappled in his grasp, mouth close to your neck as he threatened your pulse with a tight grip, “And that is no way to speak to me.” He hissed behind the words before letting you go with another snap of his pale hands, “It’s a bartending job.”
You felt relief flood through you before you looked at his desk, “You have a contract already drawn up? What is wrong with you, Sheriff Northman?” You snarked as you plonked yourself across from him.
The vampire rolled his shoulders as he paced back to his seat, “I’m getting what I want.” He mused before sighing, “No perfume, lack of cosmetics. Its all telling. I know you lost your job. This is a good way out, plus,” He leaned back in his seat, “Its better than minimum wage, sweetheart.”
You looked at the paper and felt your stomach flipflop, looking at the devil with fangs sat in a designer suit before you glanced back at the paper, “Holy shit! That’s a lot more than minimum wage.” You peered at the figure before looking at the smug vampire perched behind his desk, “You promise this isn’t going to fuck me over?”
Eric tilted his head, “I wouldn’t mind fucking you over…”
“Don’t.” You held up your hand, “Don’t finish that sentence, Mister Northman.” You reached for the pen between his fingers and snatched at it.
Eric held it back, “Are you sure you’ve read the small print?”
With a grumble you held the paper up and read over the fine print, “Really? Only two weeks holiday? That’s gotta be against all kinds of regulations!” You hissed.
“It includes public holidays, those are just the days on top of that.” He smiled pleasantly as you snatched the pen and signed your name at the bottom.
“When do I start?” You asked as he took the paper between two fingers.
With a grumble he looked you over and smiled, “Right now. We’re short staffed.” In a blur of movement Eric moved. You squawked as a stinging slap landed over your ass cheeks, “Now get out there and show me I’m not wasting my money.”
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Imagine being a pseudo daughter to one of the most feared vampires in existence. Godric's needed elsewhere for an important meeting, so he's decided to leave you in the care of his eldest progeny that you haven't seen in many years.
Eric X Reader
The last you'd seen of Eric the Viking, he was sneering down at you and arguing with Godric about taking in a pet human at such a young age. Vampires, before they decided to come out of the coffin, had ransacked the halfway house your ex-addict of a mother was raising you in and you ended up being the sole survivor of that horrendous night. Not one vampire had expected to come across a child and a female vampire, Isabelle, took you back to her nest and presented you to the area Sheriff with fear in her eyes.
Godric, who'd been the Sheriff and the oldest being in the room, had taken in your blood splattered appearance and refused to have any more harm brought down upon you. You didn't know what it was that made Godric spare you that night so long ago, but you were grateful for it.
Now at the age of twenty-two, you're sitting pretty well for a human in a world where vampires had made themselves known. You were untouchable and many vampires hated the fact that Godric doted on a blood bag which is why you're about to be reintroduced to Godric's first Child that hated you so long ago in hopes that he had changed and would offer you some sort of protection.
Having forgone the long line in front of Fangtasia, Godric led you in through the back entrance and let himself into Eric's office. You took a seat on the edge of the leather couch, crossing one knee over the other and then clasping your hands over your top knee as you wait patiently.
It doesn't take long for the door to open again, the all too familiar Viking striding in. Only this time, his hair is shorter than you remember and you're not a little girl anymore. You can appreciate a good looking man and holy hell Eric the Viking is the hottest specimen you've ever laid eyes on. Godric lightly clears his throat and you quickly glance at him, tensing at his twinkling eyes. Fuck. He caught you checking out his progeny.
The statuesque female vampire entering behind Eric is vaguely familiar and her leering smile catapults her name to the forefront of your mind. "Pam," you muse. "Long time no see."
"Well, well. The little brat is all grown up. How delicious."
You wrinkle your nose at her, chuckling. Then glancing over at Eric, your grin falters. Remembering your manners, you bow your head in a show of respect. "Sheriff Northman."
His eyebrows raise slightly. "Y/N." He looks back over to Godric sitting in his chair and he takes a seat across from his own desk without making a fuss about it. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"A meeting's come up. I need someone to keep an eye over Y/N and our nest is not an option."
Silence. Complete and utter silence.
"What he means is that Stan's made one too many attempts on my life," you huff. "Apparently I can't be trusted to not antagonize him if Godric's not home."
With a deadpan expression, Godric says, "You threw glitter on him and called him Edward Cullen."
"For the last time, it was Isa's fault. She gave me too much to drink!"
"You were not of age to be drinking at the time of the incident."
"Don't be judgey," you then immediately frown.
Pam looks rather gleeful and Eric pained. He sighs, garnering your attention. "If you're to stay here, you're not going to sit on your ass. You will work."
"She's not getting on those poles of yours."
"Yeah. No," you agree with Godric. Meeting Eric's gaze, you say, "I can mix drinks. Do you have room for a bartender?"
Taking a moment, he eventually nods. "Our current bartender is not meant for social interactions. Chow will be glad to be able to get back to the books."
"Then it's settled." Godric takes his stand and Eric's quick to follow suit as to not disrespect his Maker. "I'll be back within a week."
Left alone with Eric and Pam, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from blurting something that would annoy the vampires. Seconds tick by and you lose the battle.
"Fair warning, I'm not putting electrical tape on my nipples. I keep up with Fangtasia online for Godric and I've seen what people wear out there."
Pam leers and Eric pinches the bridge of his nose. With a sigh, he says, "Pam will take you shopping. Wear something that'll attract the clientele, not put them off."
"Aye, aye, Captain."
The following night, Pam snaps pic after pic of your outfit. She's far too amused by the strategically messy buns on either side of your head and the leather bustier you'd chosen which bears small silver studs covering your breasts and down your sides. She immediately approved of the plaid mini-skirt and she paired it with a pair of black leather, knee-high boots. Your fingers were adorned with several silver rings, and the Crest necklace representing which nest you came from hanging around your neck had to be tucked inside your cleavage less you scare off the vampire customers.
"Oh man. I'm so glad Godric is not here," you laugh once you see the outfit put together, fixing your underwear in the mirror and then smoothing your skirt back down. "He'd glare at everyone who came up to the bar."
"So how exactly does that work when you wanna get laid if Godric glares off all the competition?"
You shrug. "Godric doesn't deny me my happiness. His claim on me isn't sexual."
"So you don't get to ride my Grandsire's dick?"
"What?!"
"Where's the fun in that?"
Snorting in laughter, your head then falls forward and you groan into the palms of your hands. "Jesus, Pam. No. Just no." Before she can come back with another crass remark, the bathroom door is swinging open and Eric's form looms in the doorway. You stare up at him, eyebrows raised. "Yes?"
He gaze drifts up and down your form before the corner of his lips twitch. "Cute."
"Ain't I?" You strike a pose and Pam snaps another pic. Whirling around, you point a threatening finger at her. "If you send that to Godric, I swear I won't send you any blackmail photos of Isa or Stan when I get back home."
Pouting, Pam pockets her phone. And just as you're about to turn back around, cold fingertips brush along the back of your left thigh. Whirling around, eyes wide, you slap at Eric's hands. "No touchy!"
This time it's Eric pouting though he seems confused about it. "I don't think I like this."
Pam snorts. "That's a first.”
"It's too short."
"That's the whole point," you groan. "Skin attracts both human and vampire. If you turn into Daddy Godric, I swear I'll scream. Let me live, Northman."
"Oh he wants to be Daddy all right. Just not in the sense you're thinking."
You frown at Pam's words and Eric glares at his progeny. "Not now, Pamela."
"Yes, Master," she drawls. Then winking at you, she reaches forward and boldly fixes your breasts in your bustier. "There. Now the girls are ready for work."
"They were ready before," you deadpan. "You just wanted to get your hands on the goods."
"I seized the only opportunity I was ever going to have. Now come on," she turns you back around and starts marching you towards the exit, "we open the doors in a couple of minutes."
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Mixing drinks comes fairly easy to you and Eric seems impressed with how quick you keep up with the orders. Some humans make their interest in you known, but when they realize you aren't a vampire their interest is quick to dwindle. The vampires, however, expect you to fall at their feet and are annoyed when you won't meet their gaze straight on.
"Is everything okay here?" Pam drawls, perched on a bar stool that was empty just a split second before.
Looking across the bar, you quirk an eyebrow at the silently fuming vampire. "I'm not sure. Are we?"
"Yes," he grits out. "Just give me my True Blood."
Forcing a smile, you grab the heated bottle from behind the bar and slide it over. The vampire is quick to take his drink and disappears to go sulk in a darkened corner. "Even in death that asshole can't comprehend that no means no."
"Let me guess, he was on the verge of having a bitch fit because he couldn't glamour you?"
"Got it in one." Pam sat with you every half hour or so, she silently watching from her seat at the bar and making sure the vampires behaved themselves properly with you. The last thing anyone wanted was having a single hair on your head being damaged and word getting back to Godric. Silently cleaning a glass with a dish rag, you let your gaze roam until settling on a blonde human who sticks out like a sore thumb. "Hey, Pam? Who's that?" You ask, slightly gesturing towards the woman in question.
Pam barely glances in the direction you gestured to before huffing. "Sookie Stackhouse," she drawls. "Pretty little thing that currently holds Eric's affections."
"From the look of her companion, it appears she's already been Claimed."
"As if that'd stop Eric."
"Point." Every now and then you glance at the blonde female, not bothering to hide your curiosity or apparent dislike. "Why is she even here dressed like that? She's like a lamb being brought to the slaughter. The virginal sacrifice." Pam snorts, her blood red painted lips stretching into a smile. The blonde's dark haired companion turns to stare at you, glaring. "What? You know it's true," you say, uncaring that the male vampire can hear you. "She needs to be at Sunday Mass, not Fangtasia."
"Ladies," Eric greets. "How are we doing tonight?"
"Lovely," you muse. "I've just spotted the little treat Pam tells me you're rather infatuated with."
Eric pauses and then clears his expression of any emotion. "She's of no importance."
"Really?" You grin. "Does she know that? Because she's marching over here like a woman on a mission." Her blonde ponytail swings back and forth, and the white sundress with a cherry pattern is just too much. "Ugh. You can do so much better."
Just as she makes it to the bar where Eric is leaning against, you pick up a glass and start wiping it clear of smudges. Her voice is rather grating and it doesn't sit well with you at how disrespectful her tone is towards Eric, nor the fact that her vampire is letting her be so disrespectful to his Sheriff.
When the blonde practically makes a demand that Eric needs to look into some rogue vampire hanging around Bill's house, you share a look with Pam- your expression practically scoffing is this twat serious?
"Excuse me," the blonde huffs, suddenly slapping a hand atop the bar.
You give her your attention, one eyebrow raising. "Yes?"
"I don't like name calling."
"Okay?" You muse, brow furrowing.
"And I don't like the fact that you're calling me a- a-"
Your entire body tenses and your eyes narrow when her words click. "Sookie's a mind reader," Eric says.
"Eric!" Sookie then snaps, not happy he's sharing her secret.
Expression darkening, you glare at the blonde. "Excuse me, but I'd appreciate it if you don't read my fuckin' mind. Just because you can doesn't mean you should." Looking as if she's ready to defend her actions, you shut her down. "A person's thoughts are private for a reason. What you're doing is mind rape."
She gasps. "I would never!"
"Yeah? Then what would you call what you just did to me? Did I give you permission to peek behind the curtains? No. I didn't. So if you know what's good for you, stay out." And putting to use a mind barrier that a friend of Godric's nest told you of, you concentrate on shutters slamming down in your mind and mentally push at the vision of Sookie you conjure up in your mind's eye.
Sookie gasps in pain, grasping at her temples, and her vampire companion practically towers over the bar and snarls in a rage at you. There's a blur in front of you and suddenly Eric is pinning Bill to the far wall across the bar. Humans shriek in fear and the vampires are smart enough to move far away from the pissed off Sheriff. Pam starts clearing out the bar just as Sookie gets her bearings back, she stumbling over to defend her vampire boy toy.
"Retract your fangs before I yank them out with glee and wrap you up in silver until Y/N's vampire gets back to dole out his punishment."
"Eric, don't!" Sookie shouts, pushing at him. "Let Bill go."
Walking over to the struggling vampire within Eric's grasp, you say, "That's tame compared to what Godric would do. Are you sure you’re of his blood?" You tease. Eric frowns over his shoulder at you and you grin.
"Godric? Who's Godric?" Sookie asks. Bill, as if possible, pales under Eric's hand.
Grinning at Sookie, you reach for the chain around your neck and pull up on the Crest that settled beneath your bustier. When Godric's crest is visible, you say, "Your worst nightmare, little girl." Then dropping the necklace to leave it on display, your hands then find purchase on your hips as you give the blonde your best haughty expression. "Now leave and take your vampire with you. If I hear about you being disrespectful to Sheriff Northman ever again I'll make sure to fully submerge you into the vampire world since your pesky human brain can't seem to comprehend how to properly conduct yourself with your elders."
Entirely too gleeful looking, Eric releases Bill. The dark haired vampire stumbles aside, grabbing Sookie's hand within his own before he says, "I didn't know. My apologies."
Sookie looks entirely too affronted by his apology, but you manage a small dip of your head to show him an ounce of respect he doesn't even deserve at this point. "Don't let it happen again." And before Sookie can further offend anyone else, Bill leaves in a burst of speed with her in tow.
"You're entirely too adorable," Pam drawls. "No one has been able to shut Miss Stackhouse up like you."
"It wasn't my intention," you frown. "I was going to leave her alone, but I couldn't let her disrespect slide. If she's to live as a vampire's companion, then she must respect the laws as if she were a vampire herself."
"I was wrong about you," Eric muses. "You're a lot more fascinating for a human than I'd given you credit for."
"Yeah, yeah. Drinks are on you tonight, Sheriff. Your little mind reader put me in a bad mood."
Later that evening (technically it's very early the next morning) you're groaning awake and regretting every decision you made the previous night. After your run-in with the little half fae, you were left in a sour mood that was only made better by numbing your mind and putting on cozy pajamas. Eric had closed down the club and then gave you free reign of the bottles behind the bar, and Pam immediately took advantage. For a good hour or so, you completely forgot you had the tolerance of a human.
"Fuckity fucking hell," you utter as you curl in on yourself under the blanket. "Never again."
"Never?" You hear the Viking drawl from the darkness of your cocoon. "I must say you're particularly amusing when you can't handle your liquor. And quite the dancer. Such a shame Godric banned you from the poles."
"Oh god." Removing the blanket from your face, you blink against the lighting from above before focusing as best you can on Eric who's smiling at you. Actually smiling. "Please tell me no one else saw."
"I believe Pam took a video."
You cringe. "Pam is never to be in charge of the alcohol ever again. Never."
"Agreed. The two of you put quite the dent in my stock."
"Holy shit. How am I even still alive?" You groan and shift in bed, noticing for the first time that the sheets are really cold against your legs. Your bare legs. Frowning, you meet the blonde's gaze. "Eric?"
"Yes?"
"Where are my pants?"
He's slow to chuckle and his suddenly lust filled expression is one that makes you hold your breath. He was going to be the death of you. "Pam thought you'd be more comfortable without them."
"So you let her strip me!?"
"Would you rather it have been me?" He leers.
"..yes!" You surprise him. His smile falters and you groan again. "She totally copped a feel. I know it."
His surprise vanishes and he chuckles one last time before standing from the edge of the bed. "Pamela was on her best behavior. I promise you that."
"Yeah, yeah." You squirm to find a comfortable position. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm taking the night off."
"Noted," Eric says just before he exits the usually light-tight room. "Ginger will be by later with some food."
"A vampire after my own heart," you sleepily muse. "Food. Make it greasy."
With your eyes now closed, you don't see Eric hesitate at the door, staring and trying to figure out just when the hell he became fond of you.
The rest of the week passes with ease and you don't seem to have any more issues with Fangtasia's clientele. Eric insists you wear the Crest of your nest out in the open after the incident with Bill and the vampires seem intimidated at first, but warm up after seeing you serve the humans. The vampires then approach you with caution and a deep amount of respect, and then it's the humans who are confused and cautious of you. When the humans then figure out what your necklace means and see the way the vampires treat you, they make it their business to approach you and ask how to get into a nest of their own.
Pam became your saving grace, she scaring away the annoying humans so you were left alone to do work in peace. Eric also kept his gaze on you when he wasn't scanning his club and keeping an ear out for any illegal activity, and every time you caught his gaze you'd smirk and salute him with a shot. He usually only acknowledged your gesture when you grimaced after one too many shots and you flicked him off for laughing at your pain.
- X - X - X -
Eric's watching Y/N again, his gaze constantly being drawn to her throat when her head tilted back in a laugh. For the passed hour she's been speaking with a human female and from Eric heard it was a female who was from a nest herself. However, it was a newly formed nest and the human had just wanted to talk to someone else who'd been part of a nest longer than she had.
He's too preoccupied with his staring that he doesn't see, feel, or hear when Godric takes a seat next to him. The only reason he knows something is amiss is because the onslaught of amusement hits him hard. Startling, he glances to his left where Godric is perched on his own throne.
"Father," Eric greets calmly in his native tongue.
"Son." Godric's expression is unreadable to anyone looking in their direction, but Eric can feel his maker's amusement. Pam's too. "You care for her."
"Well she is Yours."
"No. This is different," Godric says. "You're fond of her. And not just because she's of our nest."
Seeing no use in lying, Eric agrees. "Yes."
"When I say Y/N is Mine, I only mean it protection wise. She is the sister I never had. A daughter." Eric glances at his maker once more, internally groaning when Godric flashes him a smile. "If you wish to pursue her, that is your choice. She can bear my Crest and have your Mark. I do not mind if it is you."
"She is a handful."
"Who's a handful?" Eric jerks in surprise at hearing his native tongue come from someone else, his right eyebrow raising when he sees Y/N standing there with a tray and three shots- two true blood and one tequila. "Don't look so surprised, Northman,” you then say, switching back to English. “Godric taught me when I was younger so I could tattle on the other vampires in our nest if they were dicks to me."
"Y/N," Godric greets. "You look well."
"I am well," you muse, passing him a shot. "My stay here has been.. interesting."
"I'll say," Eric then says, taking his shot from the tray. "Y/N not only verbally put Miss Stackhouse in her place, but she also made Bill Compton nearly wet himself because they were quite disrespectful to my status as Sheriff. It was precious."
With your own shot halfway to your mouth, you narrow your eyes. "Don't get me started again. Your little half-fae is still on my shit list."
"Not my half-fae," he's quick to rebuff. "Never was."
"But you wanted her to be."
Eric pauses before downing his shot, he grinning. "Is that jealously I sense?"
Coughing on your shot, you pound on your chest with a closed fist much to Godric's amusement. "N-No!"
Eric's too busy grinning and you're too busy glaring to see Godric's gaze darting between you two. Eventually, when you can't think of anything to say to sway Eric's smug-ness, you look to Godric. "How did your meeting go? Good I'm guessing since you're not in a foul mood."
"It went good, little one. In fact, it went really good."
Eric's eyes narrow. "What did you do?"
Switching back to Eric's native tongue, Godric tells him, "I gave up my position as the Dallas Sheriff."
"You did what?"
"Holy fuck. You actually did it?"
Eric's gaze then turns on you. "You knew he was going to?"
"I- I.. well, yeah."
"Do not be angry with her, my son. This has been on my mind for quite some time. I tired of Dallas and was looking to relocate."
"Relocate to where?"
"Here, of course."
You freeze in surprise, as does Eric. "Truly?"
"Truly."
You're slow to smile, but you smile nonetheless. "Does this mean I get to keep my job? I've grown quite fond of Fangtasia."
"Just Fangtasia?" Eric muses, eyes suddenly sparkling.
Your gaze cuts to him and against your will your cheeks burn under his stare. Knowing he's seen it and can probably smell the blood rushing to surface anyway, you make an excuse to suddenly flee. "I need to go tell Pam. S-She'll be happy."
Eric's chuckle follows you until you hop off the stage, you then making a beeline for the front door. As Pam scans I.D's, you tell her the good news and smother your laughter when her fangs click down and the front line of people waiting to get in all gasp. She's all too happy to get to spend more time with her Grandsire's favorite human.
With Ginger still manning the bar, you take the moment to go freshen up in the bathroom. But before you can even make it to the bathroom, you're being whisked away at vampire speed and you only get your bearings back when you're seated on a desk and have a blonde viking vampire standing between your knees.
"Eric?"
"Well, well, well."
You huff a laugh, leaning back from his towering presence. "What are you doing?"
"Is Fangtasia really the only thing you've grown fond of during your stay here?"
His hands which were settled on each knee slowly inch upward and you gulp. "Let me guess- Godric approved of you officially making a move?"
"Maybe."
"There's no maybe about it." You slowly grin, reaching up with your right hand and lightly trailing your fingertips along his jaw. "You've been eyeballing me all week, Sheriff. I was wondering who was going to break first."
"This isn't me breaking."
"No." You lean forward and reach up, your lips just barely grazing Eric's. "But you will," you murmur. Then sliding your hands down his chest and passed his abdomen, you grasp at his waist and push him back. Sliding off his desk and slipping underneath his arms, you chuckle as you saunter out of his office. "It's only a matter of time, Eric. Until then I got a bar to tend to."
Eric stares at his office door swinging shut, his tongue peeking out to catch the faint scent of you on his bottom lip. Slowly smirking, he says, "Only a matter of time indeed."
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1. "Every human needs a vampire."
David (TLB) x Fem!Reader
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2. "I'm protecting you. Because that's what we do. We keep each other safe."
Bonnie Bennett x Male!Reader
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3. "So this means you're a werewolf?"
Malia Tate x Fem!Reader
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4. "Well, I’ll be a mortal. And I'm in love with you. And I don't care that you're a witch."
Prudence Night x Reader
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5. "If you're coming for my friends, you're coming for me."
Scott McCall x Fem!Reader
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6. "Magic finds balance. I'm not supposed to be here."
Allison Argent x Male!Reader
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7. "Simply knowing you existed wasn't good enough for me. I needed to have you. To keep you for myself."
Nick Scratch x Fem!Reader
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8. "Only you can make me feel complete. I'll whatever it takes to get you back."
Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader
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9. "I am not having sex in a graveyard."
Kol Mikaelson x Reader
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10. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"
Peter Hale x Reader
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11. "You ate all my candy so now you need to give me something sweet to make up for it."
Jason Stackhouse x Reader
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12. "You like me in this costume? Admit it."
Eric Northman x Reader
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13. "You could just spend the night with me and see what happens."
Eric Northman x Reader
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14. "Oh, no. I’m a single adult, and I kissed another single adult. What’s gonna happen?"
Peter Hale x Reader
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15. “(Hermione Granger) doesn’t need a car, they have their broomstick.”
Hermione Granger x Male!Reader
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16. "AHHHHH! The black cat I was holding turned into a person."
Kol Mikaelson x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: (reader being the cat? 👉🏼👈🏼)
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17. "A crowbar... dynamite... cyanide. As if we'd run out."
Alfie Solomons x Reader
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18. "Aren’t you tired of resisting? Just admit that you want me."
Alfie Solomons x Reader
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19. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way
Alfie Solomons x Reader
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20. "(Alfie Solomons)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"
Alfie Solomons x Reader
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21. "Thanks for hiding away with me."
Bonnie Bennett x Fem!Reader
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22. "A party in the cemetery on Halloween just seems like a bad idea all around really."
Bella Swan x Reader
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23. “I went to that Halloween party everyone was going to. I was wearing this costume because I wanted to impress you. I went room to room looking for you. I saw you kissing Nancy. I knew you didn’t like me the way I liked you.”
Steve Harrington x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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24. "Please (Michael) please tell me you didn't get bit by that thing while you were trying to save me."
Michael Emerson x Fem!Reader
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25. "Am I dead? Is that why I keep ending up here?"
Bonnie McCullough x Reader
- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09
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26. "It's creepy that you're so excited about this."
Meredith Sulez x Male!Reader
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27. "I care about very few people in this world. A small handful of vampires and you."
Elena Gilbert (books) x Fem!Reader
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28. "I feel safe here. With you."
Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: shy female reader
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29. "They were in my room! I bet they went through my stuff and touched everything with their creepy serial killer hands."
Stu Macher x Fem!Reader
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30. "He looks like a serial killer."
Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
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31. "If I’m the killer why didn’t I kill (Character) when we were alone together?"
Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
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32. "You’re not going to turn me in are you?"
Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
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33. "(Y/N) got stabbed! They were trying to protect me. They can't be one of the bad guys."
Allison Argent x Male Calavera!Reader
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34. "(Character) might have the power of foresight."
Bennett x Male Reader x Prudence Night
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35. "Are you sure that's a real spell?"
Jacob Black x Fem!Reader
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- Notes: Fem witch reader
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36. "Are you having trouble sleeping too?"
Bonnie Bennett x Male Claire!Reader
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37. "Help me! Before I disappear!"
Sophie Deveraux x Male!Reader
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38. "(Ambrose Spellman) has been turned into a (Cat). I don’t know how."
Ambrose Spellman x Reader
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39. "Never. You have nothing to fear from me"
Captain hook x Fem!Reader
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40. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way."
Dean Winchester x Reader
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41. "Aww poor little vampire. Do you need someone to teach you how to feed?"
Theo Raeken x Fem!Reader x Rebekah Mikaelson
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42. "[Character] is dead. Unless you're hanging out with a ghost you must have lost your mind."
Regulus Black x Reader
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43. "After this? You mean nothing to me."
Potc Commodore Norrington x fem!reader
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44. "I'm not mad anymore."
Dorcas Night x Reader
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45. "Somethings out of whack."
Madison Montgomery x Reader
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46. "I bet you lost some sleep thinking about me."
Josie McCoy x Reader
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47. "I'm not mad anymore."
Rodolphus Lestrange x Reader
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48. "(Character)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"
Death of the Endless x Reader
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49. "Is there a spell that can make you stop crying"
Tom Riddle x Reader
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50. "You're not going to kill me?"
The Handler (from The Umbrella Academy) x reader
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51. "Do you really think a fast car and tight jeans are going to impress me?"
Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
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52. "Hasn't anyone told you. Second hand smoke kills."
Peter Pettigrew x Reader
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53. "Did I say something to upset you?"
CAOS Caliban x Reader
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54. "It's not the size of your fangs, it's how you bite."
Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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55. "You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."
Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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56. "(Character) you are my friend and I could never bring your life to an end."
Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: N/A
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57. "After a century or two, I might get to like you. Too bad you won't live that long."
Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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58. "Boo! I’m here to haunt you with Halloween fun!"
Dwayne (TLB) x a short female reader
- Requested by: Anon
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59. "Tell me… tell me you want me."
Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: N/A
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60. "If I look like I’m green with envy it’s your fault."
Malia Tate x Male!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: N/A
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61. "Trick or treat! You’re something sweet I want to eat."
Dwayne (TLB) x female witch reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: N/A
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62. "I'm not going to let that happen."
Bella Swan x male vampire reader
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63. Halloween moodboard: Daphne Blake
Daphne Blake x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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64. "Are you trying to turn me on? Don’t worry it’s giving me some ideas on what to do with you."
Reggie Mantle x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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65. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"
Midge Klump (Riverdale) x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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66. "I gift you with bruises and hickies and you hide them so no one can tell that I own you."
Sweet Pea (Riverdale) x reader
- Requested by: Anon
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67. "If I knew it would be this easy to get you all over me, I would have taken you to a haunted house sooner."
Dwayne (Lost Boys) x reader
- Requested by: Anon
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68. "If I give you a ride then you have to ride me as well. That's the rules of my car."
Billy Hargrove x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: N/A
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69. “I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that… as if you could outrun me… as if you could fight me off. I'm designed to kill.”
Eddie Munson x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: where he comes back from the upside down but... changed. Everything looks too perfect. Vamped ?
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70. "You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."
Eddie Munson x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: where he accidentally turns her as a vampire. And mocks her for reasons
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71. "a little witchcraft, I suspect"
Geralt x Reader
- Requested by: @gatefleet
- Notes: N/A
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72. "(Amy) doesn't like dressing up for Halloween. No one tell her I tricked her into dressing up like that guy from the movie we saw"
Amy Santiago x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: N/A
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73. "(Fiona) took dirty pictures for me. I keep one in the car for emergencies"
Fiona Gallagher x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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74. "We're playing spin the bottle at a halloween party. What are we kids?"
Michelle Jones Watson x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: N/A
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75. "If I give you a ride then you have to ride me as well. That's the rules of my car."
Howard Stark x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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76. "If I pretend to be your date, will you fuck me?"
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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77. "excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like"
Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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78. "(Peggy) looks like she'd be really mean and into kinky sex but actually they're really nice and only know one sex move"
Peggy Carter x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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79. "(Reader) looks too cute in her costume. I'm going to have to do something about it"
Daisy Johnson x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: N/A
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80. "I just saw (character) naked! I’m not going to be able to think about anything else for a while." with Character being the Reader?
Daisy Johnson x Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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81. “(Character)! Get up please get up! Don’t die!”
Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
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