#eric northman x female reader

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Mine

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Summary: Eric shows you what it means to be his.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Alcohol, Bachelorette Parties, Glamoring, Kissing, Hair-Pulling, Biting, Blood Sucking, Vampirism, Blood Contracts, Possessive Behavior, Body Worship, Teasing, Taunting, Orgasm Deny/Delay, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, Nipple Biting, Size Kink, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Mirror Sex

Word Count: 2.6k+

Tags: @differentcatcat @jessicafangirl @spice-honey

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You aren’t entirely sure how you ended here with him like this, but you aren’t exactly complaining, either. What started out as a raucous bachelorette party at Fangtasia turned into a deeply provocative conversation about your innermost desires with its handsome owner. He’d singled you out in front of everyone, bringing you onstage before convincing you to let him drink from you in exchange for a night of pleasure you ‘would never forget’. You’d gone home with strangers before, sure, but you’d never even met a vampire before, let alone let one bite you. But he assured you that he’d make it worth your while. And with a face like that and a voice like his, well… who could say no?

You now lay on his bed opposite a wall full of mirrors, propped on your side as he traces his fingertips up your calf, leaving a trail of goosebumps up the bend just behind your knee up into your thigh. You watch him slip two fingers beneath the hem of your underwear before pulling it taught and snapping it against your skin, forcing you to gasp.

“Are you sure you still want this, sweetheart?” He taunts with a smirk. “Last chance to go back to your drunk friend and listen to how much she hates that fiancé of hers.”

“I’m sure.” You’ve never wanted anything more in your entire life. Your long dry spell leading up to tonight left you desperate for an excuse to get out of the house, to break your mundane pattern of solitude, leading you straight to him. The way he looked at you from across the room made you feel like you were the only woman in the world, the only one for him. He was unlike anyone else you’ve ever met before; elegant and mysterious, sensual and alluring. No one you’d ever met had paid this much attention to you before, had captivated you long enough to agree to a binding physical contract you would normally reject. You’ve never been more sure of anything than you are right now.

Your breath quickens as that sting spreads into the deeper layers of your skin, that needy heat building up inside as he calmly sits down on the bed beside you, pushing the fabric of your dress up around your waist to get a better view. You watch him take his time gently grazing his palms over your hips and thighs, worshiping your body by tracing invisible designs into your skin. Your quiet moans shift that grin of his into a satisfied smile, visible only from the mirrors in front of you before he presses a few soft kisses into your shoulders. He hums an old Norse tune into your ear as he continues to caress you, making every inch of your skin tingle in anticipation as he brushes the hair away from your neck.

“Good girl,” he purrs into the sensitive spot just behind your ear, forcing your body to tense as he curls his fingers beneath your underwear again, pulling it forcefully down your hips before ripping it off. “Then you agree to be mine.”

“Yes,” you barely breathe out, his bold words making your cheeks flush a warmer hue.

He laughs to himself before swiftly sliding his fingers between your cheeks, gliding them over your folds to spread the moisture that’s collected there up and down your seam. “Because I already had someone drive them home. It’s just you and me now.”

You nod in silence, letting his electric touch send sparks up into your core as he continues kissing your neck, glancing up every now and again to watch your reaction as he slowly pushes his chilly fingers inside your entrance.

“Eric!” You moan as they expand your slick, inner walls with practiced restraint, feeling nearly every inch of you before pulling out just far enough to push back in again, causing you to rock your hips along with his steady rhythm. You close your eyes as he delves his digits even deeper into you at just the right angle, finally finding that bundle of nerves tucked up inside you with a curl of his finger.

Sweet Jesus, he’s so good at that.

His frigid pace grows faster, your internal heat warming him up as he starts to nip desperately at the nape of your neck. The muscles in your abdomen can’t help but tighten as the sound of his fingers inside you echoes against the walls, nearly drowning out the sound of his shallow breathing and your needy moans.

“Yes?” He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, leaving a clear coat of your arousal over your ass and hips as he brings them up to your mouth before pressing them against your lips.

Instead of answering him, you take the hint and open your mouth to suck on his fingers, savoring your own tangy flavor as he pushes them past your tongue, practically gagging you in the process. You control your breathing and run your tongue in between them, being sure to look at him in the mirror as you siphon off every last bit of your juices, your spit now pooling at the corner of your mouth, dripping down onto the mattress.

“See how good you taste?” He praises with darkened eyes, a pleased smirk gracing his features just before he pushes you onto your back. “And that’s just your pussy.”

He kisses your mouth before you have a chance to react, tasting the remainder of your essence on your lips and tongue as he breathes you in, letting your scent mix in with the way you taste as he greedily explores your mouth. He has a flavor of copper and iron with a salty aftertaste as he settles on top of you, slowly shedding that cold hard exterior he presented you with onstage. He lets out a series of breathy moans in between each desperate kiss, licking and sucking your lips into his mouth as if they tasted of milk and honey. Groaning as your hands instinctively find their way up onto his chest, he allows them to move across the thin fabric of his tank top and down to his waist as he grinds his hips against your nearly naked body.

He twists the fabric of your dress in his hands and rips it right off, grinning like a schoolboy as he takes in the sight of your naked breasts devoid of any undergarment before hungrily pressing his mouth against them. He nips at your chest and clavicle, teasing the imminent threat of his painful bite at any time as your chest heaves with desire, perking your nipples right into his mouth. He sucks on each of them, lingering on one a little longer than the other, pulling it into his mouth and twisting that sensitive tissue in between his teeth. That mixture of pain and pleasure forces your back to arch and your eyes to roll back into your head, triggering that fire deep within you. It melts its way down to your core, sizzling through every nerve on its way down as he places his palm between your shoulder blades to keep you near.

“Ooh, so that’s the spot, huh?” He looks up at you with lust blown eyes, his pupils nearly taking up all the space within them as he licks a slow, tantalizing circle around it.

“Uh-huh,” you whine with a nod, looking down at him hopefully as you run your fingers through his hair.

He grins just in time to reveal his fangs, biting into the fatty tissue just above your nipple with a sharp twinge of pain, forcing you to inhale quickly. Your mouth falls open as you watch your own blood fill his mouth, staining his lips a dark crimson as he closes his eyes, allowing himself to get lost deep within you. He moans against your skin as he sucks on your nipple even harder, swallowing his first gulp as it floods his taste buds with the sweet fruity flavor of the wine you’ve been sipping on all night.

You tug on his hair as he bites down even harder, threatening to gnaw your nipple right off as the pain from his teeth blends with the pleasure of his tongue, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips in order to get some sort of friction between them. That delicious, tingling sensation starts to burn brighter, faster within you as it spreads like wildfire throughout the rest of your body. You can feel his erection growing beneath his jeans as he grinds his hips between your thighs. Each drink he takes from you engorges it with more of your blood, stoking that internal flame as it presses harder between them, begging to be released. You pull him in even closer as he nearly sends you over the edge, that wildfire on the brink of igniting into a raging inferno before he pulls his fangs out of you and halts the movement of his hips.

“Eric,” you’re breathlessly disappointed as he pulls his mouth off of you, a sly look crossing his ruby red lips.

“Eric, what?” He repeats mockingly, licking the excess blood off the middle of your chest, purposefully avoiding your nipple as it drips from his lips and chin.

“But I was about to…” You run your hand through his hair as he cleans you up, licking your skin like a cat with its milk.

“About to what?” He grabs onto your wrist and pulls it away from his hair, holding it next to his mouth as he looks up at you with a stern glare. “About to come? Just from that?”

You nod as that dreaded feeling of shame washes over you, forcing you to look away from him. You can’t quite explain it, but something about his touch alone is more arousing than actual sex with half the people you’ve been with before. Now you feel stupid for saying anything at all.

“You think I should let you?” He keeps his eyes on you with a chuckle, kissing the inside of your wrist before placing it back into his hair. “You sound awfully ungrateful.”

You sigh in defeat as he denies your pleasure, that cruel nature of his floating back up to the surface as he pulls away from you, leaning back and standing up at the edge of the bed.

“Look at yourself,” he instructs, nodding over to the mirror that you’d nearly forgotten was there. “How many of your other lovers have done this for you? Drank your blood, tasted every inch of you from the inside out?”

“None of them.” You turn your head and look at your own reflection, streaks of your blood still glistening in the dim lamplight of the room as they branch out from where he’s bitten you. The evidence is clear that you’re already on your way to becoming his. The spots where he attempted to clean you up had smeared and already dried, cracking against your skin as you hear him unbuckle his belt.

“That’s what I thought.” He tosses his shirt off and steps out of his shoes before pulling his pants down, revealing the prize beneath as you finally look back at him, trying not to gasp.

Sweet Jesus, he’s gorgeous.

His size is even more massive than you originally guessed as you admire him for what seems like ages. Your mouth falls agape as he spreads that drop of precum up and down his shaft for your visual pleasure, the muscles in his abdomen rippling in anticipation as he makes himself even harder just by looking at you.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he reassures you as he gratuitously strokes himself with a confident grin. “I want to make sure you feel good.” He whispers, pressing his knees into the mattress.

“Yeah?” You ask, exasperated as you sit up onto your elbows to watch him get closer. You try to convince yourself that this is real and not just some sort of wild dream as you spread your legs for him until he’s bobbing in between your thighs, but your brain’s having trouble making that distinction.

“You’ll taste better that way.” He brushes your clit with the tip of his cock, rushing your body with bursts of bliss each time he passes over it until he’s good and sure you’re wet enough to take him in.

You hold your breath as he pushes inside, watching intently as he slowly stretches your viscera in an achingly hypnotic thrust upward. That internal heat stirs up again as you envelop him completely, the feeling of his pelvis more than welcome against the bottom of your thighs as he holds himself there for a second. Instead of pulling out and speeding back up again, he just stares longingly into your eyes, giving you time to adjust to his enormous girth as his stifled breath warms your face. His mouth falls open into a kiss as he pushes in even deeper, the tip of his head tapping against your cervix as you begin to shudder around him.

“Oh my god, Eric,” you moan into his mouth, feeling his thumb rub tiny little circles into your clit as he runs his other hand through your hair. You can’t believe how amazing he feels, how every neural pathway in your body is set ablaze, singed by the very fire of his touch that no other man alive was even able to spark.

“I told you it’d fit,” he whispers, tugging on your hair before pulling his hips back and violently thrusting them back inside you. He kisses your lips more aggressively this time, his tongue tasting every gasp he’s able to draw out of you with each thrust of his pelvis, his own breath faltering as he cries out your name.

You can feel his grip on your hair tighten as he drives himself inside you again and again, stretching your smooth muscle to capacity as he glides in and out of you repeatedly, tingling the breadth of your insides. Kisses quickly turn into bites as the rhythm of his hips becomes more frantic, his fangs emerging just as his thumb pushes you over the edge of ecstasy, sending you into the unknown depths of your euphoria. Your body doesn’t know how to handle it, doesn’t know how to react to such an intense sensation as he mercilessly crashes into you, his desperate pace forcing you to descend deeper into that dark, delicious state until your entire body convulses, completely overwhelmed by it. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him buried inside as your muscles spasm around him, a loud chorus of your moans echoing off the mirrored walls as your pleasure wreaks havoc on your body.

You barely notice when he sinks his fangs into you again, this time groaning into your throat like a wild animal as your body milks him for all he’s worth, gulping down that intoxicating serum as it oozes from your throat past his lips. His hips speed up to an inhuman rate, those groans of his shifting into feral growls as he releases his thumb from your bud just to hold your hips in place as he loses himself in the feeling of your body, in the flavor of your blood.

Red hot crimson blood drips down your neck as his white hot fluid shoots up inside you, both of them eventually spilling out despite his best efforts to consume and contain as much as he can between the both of you. He mewls against your neck as he sputters a few more times between your inner walls, still pulling tightly on your scalp as you both ride out the aftershock of your orgasm.

“You’re mine now.” He whispers into your ear, smearing your blood into your hair as he shakily kisses your neck and jawline. “No one else can have you, drink from you, or harm you in any way.” He pulls back to look at you adoringly, your blood smattered across his chin like war paint before he bites down on his own wrist to carefully seal your wound. “If they do, they’ll have to answer to me.”

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I Can Handle Me A Dangerous Man - Ch 3

Fandom: True Blood (TV) Pairings: Eric Northman/Female Reader or Eric Northman/OFC Word Count: 4,323 Tags: 18+, NSFW in later chapters, it's gonna get real nasty, Canon blood and gore Summary: Sookie's cousin returns to Bon Temps, and Eric wants her... to work for him.

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A week later, she gets her first call from Fangtasia—but it’s Eric's colleague Pam, not Eric, who makes the call. She says it’s urgent, but that she can’t give any details, so Cam throws on a pair of jeans and boots, a black high-neck tank, and drives to the bar. When she gets out of her car, Eric is standing there, waiting in the parking lot. 

“Camila. Come with me,” he murmurs, taking her arm; instead of guiding her toward the front door, his long legs head for the sidewalk, and he walks her down the block—away from the bar and, she guesses, prying vampire ears.

“What’s going on?” she whispers, curious, and he moves his hand to her back casually, like he’s hoping they’ll look more like any couple walking down the street and less like he’s abducted her or something. He leans in so she can hear him better.

“There is a group of nomads visiting from Florida, and they passed through another area on the way here. The sheriff of that area has reason to believe they’re holding a human against his will.”

Cam nods. Kidnapping a human is not a mortal offense in most areas, but it is frowned upon by those who wish to assimilate, live semi-normal lives. It’s certainly punishable here, if they can prove it.

“And if they are—what will you do?” Her eyes flick up to his face, and he appears bored by her question, maybe even a little irritated.

“We will glamour the human and send him home, then arrange for the sheriff to come and collect his prisoners. You can drive the human personally, if that would make you feel better,” he says, looking down at her; his tone borders on condescending, and she rolls her eyes.

“I just wanted to make sure justice will be served for the crime. You’ll have to get used to my inquisitive nature, if you plan to utilize my gift,” she reminds him, and he exhales slowly. He turns them around and they head down the street, back toward the bar. 

“In time, you’ll find I’m a very effective sheriff. You don’t have to be worried about whether or not I punish those who deserve it.”

Despite her previous question, she has no doubts about that—but she remembers from experience that vampires tend to leave humans in the dark by default, and she needs to know what she’s getting into if she’s going to be such a powerful sheriff’s pawn.

“Who will I be listening to?” she asks, because he already knows vampires are pretty much a no-go, but he clearly thinks she’s going to be up to this challenge.

“There is an entourage made up of vampires and human companions alike. I’m hoping the humans will give it away.”

“And how will I let you know if I discover something? We haven’t discussed that part, and I like to be prepared,” she tells him, trying to keep up with his steps. It feels like they’re on The West Wing, or something dramatic like that. “Code word? Text message?”

“Let’s say text message, for now,” he decides. She can see the neon lights of the club as they approach the parking lot, and Eric removes his hand from her back and looks down at her. “I’m going to be walking around, so if you sense danger…” 

“I’ll let you know. Telepath’s honor,” she says with a satirical tip of her head, and he opens the door, his expression unchanging. She walks a few feet inside the club, past bouncers who already know her as some kind of employee, and when she turns back to thank him for the briefing, Eric is gone.

Unconcerned by his swift and mysterious disappearance, she makes her way to the bar and orders a drink, perching on a stool as she waits for it. After the bartender slides it toward her, she makes a show of sipping it, tipping her head back so her throat is exposed, and a vampire beside her growls low. He’s got a shaved head and soft, pillowy lips, and if she were here for pleasure, she’d seriously consider it.  

Since she’s not, she stands and heads toward the back of the bar, where Pam is playing hostess to the group of nomads. She takes stock of them—three men, two women, all supernaturally gorgeous—and infers from the way they’re watching over a group of half-naked, dancing humans that those are the companions she’s expected to listen to. She weaves her way into the crowd and sidles up to a young man with soft looking brown hair and clear green eyes, then hip-checks him. It’s not hard, but it gets him to look back, and she smiles apologetically. 

“Sorry, hon!” she says, and he mouths no problem and reaches a hand out to her. She takes it, letting him spin her around, and when he releases his hold she leans in, her voice slightly raised so he can hear her over the music. “Hey, I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new in town?” He smiles and shakes his head. 

“Not from here, just passing through. I’m Shane.” 

“Cam,” she replies, and she glances around at the others, raises her eyebrows. “These your friends?”

“More like family,” he says, and his smile grows wide, fond. “We travel together, you know? We’re the family we chose.” 

“That sounds awesome, actually,” she replies, adding a bit of wistfulness to her voice. “I’ve always been jealous of people like you—people who are brave enough to lay their own path, make their own choices.” Shane ducks his head like he’s embarrassed about what he plans to share next. 

“It wasn’t easy. I had to completely cut ties with my homophobic parents, work two, sometimes three shit jobs to make enough money just to live. I was exhausted, depressed… and then I met Clive, and everything just kind of fell into place.” His gaze drifts to one of the vampires, a short, blond man with warm brown eyes, and the devotion he has for him is clear. And real, no glamouring or threatening or fear poisoning Shane’s thoughts. 

“I can tell you really love him,” she says aloud. She scans the minds of the other humans surrounding him, and none of them are glamoured, either. They think a lot about blood and sex, but they’re here of their own free will, hedonism aside. More than that, they’re happy, well taken care of. Content.

“Yeah,” Shane says, something like yearning in his voice, and then he looks back at her, his eyes soft. “Do you want to come with us? We’re heading to Tennessee next. There’s always room for one more, and you seem really nice.” Surprised, she looks away from the group and tilts her head, shows him a gentle smile. 

“No, I don’t think so, but it’s kind of you to offer. There might be more for me here than I think.” Cam reaches out to take his hand and squeezes it, just to be sure—and everything he’s said is true, from the pain to the pleasure. As she sifts through his memories more carefully, she’s hit with a warm rush of pride for this man she barely even knows. “Take care of yourself, Shane.”

“You too, Cam—good luck!” he calls out as she walks away.

She makes it to the bar, orders another drink, but she doesn't have a chance to pull out her phone to text Eric: he just shows up, arms folded in front of him, leaning against the stool beside her.

“You think the human wants to be here? That he’s… in love?” he asks, looking out over the crowd, at the visiting clan. Cam turns toward him, nods softly.

“Yeah, seems like it. I didn’t talk to that one directly, but from what I gathered, it’s his ex who's causing trouble with the sheriff. She wasn’t being kind to him, and the vampire in the red dress?” She takes a sip of her drink and gestures to a statuesque brunette, standing with a dark haired man she knows to be the human in question. “She convinced him to leave, to join them. It’s been six months, and he’s never been happier.”

“Interesting,” Eric murmurs, almost under his breath. “Humans never cease to surprise me, even after all this time.”

“What do you mean?” He looks over at her for the first time, and she raises her eyebrow, puzzled. “You didn’t think humans were capable of loving vampires?” He clears his throat.

“I knew they claimed it, but I assumed it had more to do with the high, the pleasure, than anything else. The way you describe it, their feelings seem deeper. Genuine.” 

She’s not sure what he’s getting at—does he think humans are inferior, incapable of such emotion, or that vampires are simply unworthy of receiving it? Rather than start that kind of debate, with her employer, in a packed nightclub, she takes a deep breath and exhales long.

“That’s what I felt when I read their minds, and I’ve read love before. I know when it’s genuine.” She takes another sip of her martini, and slowly, like he’s carefully considering her words, Eric nods. 

“Have you ever been in love?” he asks, and again, not really a topic she wants to discuss with anyone, but especially not him… 

So she’s not quite sure why she answers. “In hindsight, I’d have to say no. It’s not that I haven’t had relationships—I have, and I’ve been… infatuated, lustful, frenzied… but I don’t think I’ve ever been in love.” He looks into her eyes, almost through them, like he’s trying to determine if she’s being honest with him—and she is, she really is. “Have you ever been in love?” she asks in return, but Eric straightens then, rests his hand on the bar, and looks back at the crowd.

“You did very well tonight. Thank you,” he says with just a glance in her direction before he strides over to the group of nomads. Because she can take a hint, she finishes her drink, pays her tab, and goes home. 

When she checks her banking app the next morning, there is a $500 transfer from the Fangtasia account. 

Not too bad for an hour of her time.

Cam goes to see Tara at work later in the week, sidling up to the bar in a leather jacket and jeans, a contented smile on her face. Even though Merlotte’s wasn’t around the last time she lived in Bon Temps, it still provides nostalgic, homey comfort somewhere in her mind. Sam nods at her and smiles.

“Well hey there, Cam. What can I get ya?” he asks, tossing a bar towel over his flannel-clad shoulder. Tara doesn’t turn at his greeting, because she’s concentrating on pouring a line of even shots, so Cam slides onto a stool and sets her phone down on the bar.

“Hi, Sam. I’ll take a Stella, please, and that hot bartender’s phone number.” 

Her teasing tone finally gets Tara to look at her over her shoulder, her answering grin bright. 

“I hear you over there, you little creature of the night,” Tara jokes back, “and if Sam would take these over to table four for me, I can get that beer for one of my best friends in the world, who I missed very much.” 

She lays it on thick, clearly trying to guilt trip him, and Sam doesn’t need to be asked twice, just chuckles and takes the tray of shots from her hands. There’s a little bit of lingering eye contact there that Cam doesn’t think she’s imagining—and she’s definitely not imagining the way Tara checks out his ass as he goes. 

Cam clears her throat.

“So, Cami Reyes, as I live and breathe,” Tara says when that moment is broken and her gaze returns to Cam’s. If she noticed Cam watching her, she doesn’t say. “You finally get a break from all that vampire business?”

“This week has been pretty light, actually. I took care of some daytime administrative stuff for the club, listened to a few minds, the usual,” she says with a smile. Tara grabs a glass and pours her a golden lager from the tap, capped off with a thick, white head of foam. Cam takes the glass appreciatively and sips it long and slow. “Mmm. Thank you. Have you been busy here?” she asks, looking around at the booming bar. 

“Busier than I’d like to be, some nights,” Tara says with a sigh of exasperation. “We’re still lookin' for another bartender to cover Thursdays and Fridays—I’ve been workin' overtime as a favor to Sam.” Tara looks over at her boss, her eyes tracking him as he wipes his hands on a towel and walks back into the office area. Cam hums.

“That’s good of you. He seems like a great guy,” she says lightly, leading, and takes another sip of her beer. Tara purses her lips like she’s trying to hold back a smirk. 

“Yeah, he’s real nice. Good guy to work for,” she responds; Cam narrows her eyes at her, and after a moment, Tara narrows hers back. “What, are you readin’ my mind or somethin’?” Cam’s palms go up instinctively.

“You know I would never… but asking me that question means there’s something in your mind to read.” She lowers her hands and raises her eyebrows, takes another drink. “Just saying.”

“Just sayin’ nothin’, Cami. I’m allowed to have secrets too; I mean, I’m not the one who up and left Louisiana and didn’t come back for ten whole years,” she says, hands moving to her hips. Her tone is wounded, and a little accusatory, and Cam sighs, guilt climbing up her throat.

“I know, and I’m sorry, Tara. I missed it here, I really did—but work got crazy, and I got sucked into some shit, and I’m finally out of it. I’m here now,” she reminds her, tone lightening, and she reaches out her hands to take one of Tara’s. Thankfully, her friend doesn’t pull away. “And I’m not leaving Louisiana any time soon, I promise.” 

It hurts Cam to say it, even though she has no intentions of leaving the area again—enough people have failed Tara, disappointed her, and the last thing she wants is to be added to that list. She couldn’t bear it. 

Tara nods slowly, then puts her other hand on top of Cam’s and squeezes. 

“I’m not mad, I’m just glad you’re back, is all. It wasn’t the same without you. Charlie’s Angels with only two just isn’t right,” she adds, calling back to the old nickname Gran used for the three of them. Cam fondly remembers the summers when they’d get up at dawn and run around town all day together, eating penny candy and popsicles from the ice cream truck until their teeth were sore and their tongues were blue. 

Tara squeezes her hands again, then releases them and grabs a bowl of potato chips, places it next to Cam’s glass.

“So… vampire rights attorney,” Tara drawls as Cam plucks a couple of chips from the bowl, crunching on them. Cam raises her brow, chews, and Tara shrugs. “Don’t get me wrong, I think Bill’s okay and all, but do you really think they need our help? They can snap anyone’s neck they feel like; maybe you should be lookin’ out for the little guy.” 

“Oh, I do that too,” Cam assures her, washing the salt down with another sip of beer. “But you might be surprised at how often vampires are falsely accused of crimes—then again, maybe you wouldn’t be,” she says pointedly, and Tara sighs, nodding like she gets it. Cam continues on. “They’re people too, and they need someone looking out for them. Not many of us are willing to stick out our necks—no pun intended,” she adds with a grin. Tara rolls her eyes, but it’s all in good fun, and then Cam’s phone buzzes on the table beside her. 

“I know you don’t have a boyfriend, or I’d be hearin’ about him, so… vampire business?” Tara asks as Cam reaches for the phone. Her eyes flick over the screen.

“Vampire business,” she confirms as she reads over the text—it’s a set of coordinates, and clicking the link automatically opens her Maps app, its pin located in what appears to be the middle of the woods not far from Sam’s bar. She finishes the last glug of her beer and stands up, pulls a $20 bill from her pocket and lays it on the counter. Tara opens her mouth to protest, but Cam just raises a finger. “You’re the best bartender in the world, you deserve it—and you can use it to take me to dinner next week, somewhere you don’t work.” 

“Alright, alright, it’s a date. But you better get goin',” Tara replies, waving a hand in her friend’s direction. “I’ll text you my schedule. Don’t get yourself eaten!” 

Cam waves back and slips out the front door, holding her phone up in front of her so she can follow the app’s projected path. Her eyes quickly adjust to the dark, the soles of her boots making soft sounds against damp earth and foliage, but she stops in surprise about a mile in, when she sees a bright white beam of light, and then the repetitive flashing of police blue-and-reds. 

Eric appears next to her, like always, and she grabs the sleeve of his jacket. “What are we doing here?” she hisses under her breath as she scans the area, clocks at least 10 officials who actually belong at what is clearly an active crime scene. Eric places his palm against the middle of her back and slowly guides her toward a plain-clothes cop. 

“Detective Graham and I have an agreement. When he comes across an unusual death, he calls me.” As they approach the detective, a man in his fifties with sandy hair and late-night stubble, Cam notices a white sheet draped over an oddly shaped mound—a vaguely human-shaped mound, which leaves bright red splotches that soak and bleed into the sheet near the bottom hem. “Camila,” Eric says suddenly, which causes her to look up from the unknown mass like a spell broken, “I have to warn you: the victim here has been cut in half, and the police have only located the top half of her body. If you think you can’t handle it–”

“I can handle it,” she responds, her voice soft but sure, and he nods and reaches out his hand when he’s close enough to shake the detective’s. 

“Mr. Northman, pleasure,” Detective Graham greets roughly, though he doesn’t sound as if he means it. His eyes move from Eric’s to Cam’s, and he scrutinizes her face. “This your psychic?” 

“She is,” Eric replies coolly. “Her name is Camila Reyes… And, unfortunately, with the victim in this state, I’m afraid she’s going to need to touch the body.”

The detective heaves a deep, unhappy breath. 

“You gotta know how this looks to the rest of the guys already, me bringin' in a vampire and a psychic,” Graham says, shaking his head. “But sure, why not. Let’s tamper with evidence while we’re at it.” 

“I don’t intend to alter the scene in any way, Detective,” Cam assures, stepping forward and letting her eyes roam over the clearing, “and I assume your techs have already taken fingerprints, trace samples, if they found any.” Her gaze flicks over to a small group of tired looking officers wearing Crime Scene jackets and sipping coffee from a thermos; they clearly have nothing better to do at the moment, which means all that can be done has been completed already. “You can take mine to rule me out, if you’d like.”

“You a cop?” Graham asks gruffly, watching her as she appraises the scene, the unsettled earth around the body, the trail of blood that tells them she was cut in half elsewhere and dragged to this spot. Cam shakes her head, then crouches down and lifts a corner of the sheet to look at their victim’s face.

“Lawyer,” she answers, and she does her best to school her expression; the dead woman looks to be in her forties, white, with jet black hair and a set of golden eyes that are wide and unmoving. She’s naked, and her body is shredded at the torso—not a clean incision like she’d expect from a serial killer, someone with practice severing limbs. There are no marks on her face or arms, just ragged cuts along her weeping, empty midsection. “Imprecise, savage bisection, teeth marks, organs have been removed,” she notes, and she looks up at Eric, wondering if he’ll attribute this to the same killer she’s picturing. 

“Werewolf,” he answers seriously, and she nods once, glad they’re on the same page. Graham splutters. 

“I’m sorry, werewolf?” he asks, incredulous. “Don’t tell me those things are real too.” Cam just shrugs—she’s been on this end of many a supernatural revelation before, nothing you can say really helps—and presses her hand to the cold skin of the victim’s arm. 

Memories flash through her mind, some older, though the more recent ones are what she’s looking for. A man frequents those, someone tall and tan with copper-colored hair and a sweet smile, but he dissolves quickly into feelings of rage and sadness, loss, heartbreak. There is vindication, elation, and then abruptly, nothing. Cam pulls her hand away, covers the woman’s face, and stands. 

“Her mate was killed, and she went after the pack for revenge. It seems like she killed one of theirs and they returned the favor. You’re going to want to rule this an accident,” she tells the detective as she walks toward them, and he crosses his arms in front of him, his expression closed off and irritated.

“Like hell—we have trace evidence.”

“And I can tell you exactly what your lab will find when they process it: no fingerprints, no fibers,” she lists, ticking off her fingers as she goes. “Saliva will be canine, hair will be canine. You won’t be able to match a weapon to the wounds, and either the DA will drop your case right there, or,” she adds, pausing for effect, “if you flip a coin and decide to go the dental impression route, the teeth will be canine, too. The ME will consult the Department of Wildlife and determine that your attacker is something larger than the local coyote population, but slightly smaller than a black bear.”

“We could interview her known acquaintances, find someone with a motive,” Graham counters, and though Eric looks like he’s about to step in, Cam continues, her tone more sympathetic.

“No offense, Detective, but you didn’t know werewolves existed five minutes ago. How do you plan to locate a pack, infiltrate it, and arrest whoever is responsible? And even if you did find the pack, any good defense attorney would destroy you in court if all you have is evidence of an animal attack.” She doesn’t need to use her ability to know that his resolve is waning, so she does decide to pull Eric in for backup, and she gestures to him. “Eric has power here, as sheriff. He can appeal to the werewolf council, provide them with the evidence. If they determine a crime has been committed, they’ll punish the offending parties themselves.”

“If they determine a crime has been committed?” the detective asks, pointing to the half a body. “I think it’s pretty goddamn clear that’s what happened here.”

“Werewolf law is more eye-for-an-eye than human justice,” Eric explains. “If they can defend the killing because she eliminated one of their own, everyone involved just moves on.”

“And as for getting answers for her family,” Cam adds, stepping back in, “believe me, they already know. I’d guess they already found the other half of her body, and they’ll take it up with the council too.”

Graham exhales, raises his eyes to the sky, and then drops them back to Cam’s face.

“You know a lot about werewolves for a big-city lawyer,” he says eventually, and then he looks to Eric and back to the victim. “I’m going to run those samples, and if you’re right, we’ll rule it an animal attack. I’ll keep you updated, Mr. Northman,” he says, reaching out a hand, and the two of them shake before parting. “And I appreciate your expertise, Ms. Reyes, even if I’m not too fond of the outcome.” He reaches a hand out for her as well, and she shakes it before watching him walk back to the bank of squad cars across the clearing. 

Eric reaches out to touch Cam’s shoulder, and they turn, start walking back the way she came. 

“Well done,” he tells her as they traipse through the underbrush. She looks up at him through the corner of her eye. 

“Thanks… although, I know you were testing me,” she says. Eric hums, a thoughtful noise, and nods his head. 

“I figured you’d catch on to that. I need to know I can count on you,” he admits, reaching out to lift a low-hanging branch so it doesn’t smack her in the face. “And because it seems that this area is in the middle of some kind of lycanthropic territory dispute, I wanted to see what you knew about creatures other than vampires.”

“That’s fair, I guess,” she acquiesces, taking the path in front of them. “For the record, I’ve dealt with vampires, werewolves, witches, shifters, druids, fairies… anything else we run across, you’ll have to give me the CliffsNotes version.” 

Eric pauses and looks over at her, and she stops too, nearly holding in her breath; having his full attention on her, even in the dark, makes her head buzz and her stomach flip. She wets her lips.

“I’m not familiar with Cliff,” he says after a moment of scrutinizing her face, “but I am happy to give you anything you need.”

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By the Sea (part 1/?)

A/N: Why am I on a True Blood kick in February of 2024? I have no idea, but please enjoy if you also are. Tags: Eric Northman, vampires, Eric Northman True Blood, True Blood Imagines, Eric Northman x OC, Eric Northman x mythical creature!reader, Eric Northman x Reader WARNINGS: Canon-typical swearing, overwhelming amounts of sweet, confused Eric Summary: Eric's been cursed to forget all his memories, but you stick out... and have to deal with the aftermath.

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You had no interest in meeting with the new King of Louisiana.

Bill Compton’s new position as King had given you nothing but pause, and part of you recognized his calling upon Eric as a power play.

So you lounged in the back office at Fangtasia, drifting in and out of consciousness. You could hear the faint arguing between Sookie and Pam in the other office, no doubt about relinquishing ownership of Sookie’s house. The same issue, you assumed, that Bill had requested Eric to discuss. You chuckled at the remembrance that it was your idea to buy the decrepit old farmhouse when Sookie went missing, both to keep an eye on the new King and have a safe haven for Eric away from Fangtasia. 

Despite never being fully human, sleeping was one of your favorite indulgences. And tonight you were content to let Eric handle Mr. Compton’s silly requests while Pam argued with Sookie in the other room and you remained at ease. The couch in Eric’s office was worn and comfortable, and you settled yourself underneath one of his jackets, propped against the armrest. When Sookie’s annoying voice drifted away, you were left with the dull roar of protestors outside Fangtasia. 

Dreams of blue seas and daylight walks with Eric plagued your mind. The warmth of the sun on your skin, and the golden dance of his hair in a Mediterranean breeze flitted by, and you relished in the fuzzy feeling it brought. 

But the invigorating daylight suddenly vanished, replaced with a drab gray office and the annoying scream of a cell phone. You quickly realize it was not in fact your cell phone, but the Fangtasia office phone ringing obnoxiously on Eric’s desk. The sound of Pam and her… company through the wall gave you the idea she wasn’t getting to the phone anytime soon, so you yawned and climbed to your feet, having half a mind to let it ring till it quieted. 

However, the newest anti-Vampire movement was raging, and everything at Fangtasia now was about saving face and playing nice. You picked up the receiver and tucked it in the crook of your shoulder, putting on your best vampire purr. 

“Thank you so very much for calling Fangtasia. How may I be of service?”

“Y/N?” 

You grimace, recognizing Sookie’s sing-song twang. “What do you want?”

“Listen, this is no time for your normal attitude-”

A snarl breaks through your lips. “Watch your mouth, brat. I’ll be on that doorstep before you draw in your next breath.”

“Y/N!” Sookie breathes heavily. “It’s Eric. I found him walking down the road on my way back.”

You stiffen. Sookie’s house was less than a mile from Compton’s, and the thought of what happened to Sophie-Ann at his mansion invaded your mind. 

“What’d Compton do to him?”

“This wasn’t Bill.” Sookie’s tone was defensive in spite of everything he’d put her through. “I’m not sure who did this. Y/N… he doesn’t remember me. Or, much of anything. He keeps saying your name.”

Your slow-beating heart ticked up a notch. “You’re home?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”

You call on every power you have, letting your eyes fall closed. Teleportation was more of just extremely fast flying, mostly manageable but just exhausting. Sookie’s front porch materializes in your mind, and shortly after you feel a warm Louisiana breeze on your face. The sound of screaming cicadas followed, ringing your ears to the point of a migraine. 

Before you can get a hand on the doorknob, the wooden panel flew open. Six feet and five inches of blonde viking greeted you, big hands palming at your shoulders and arms as he drew you close in an instinctual embrace. Sookie’s scent caught your attention as well, but your face was buried in Eric’s bare chest, too busy reveling in his closeness to care. He hummed against your hair nonsensically, nose nuzzled into the roots. 

“Älskling” Darling. 

He murmured the Swedish word into your hair, pushing a soft rumble through his chest. You finally found it in you to return the embrace, rubbing what you imagined to be reassuring circles on his torso. His behavior was startling, as public affection was not his favorite. He wasn’t afraid of it, per say, but he was more brutish. Eric was possessive and pushy, grabbing onto you and nuzzling against your body to mark you with his scent before visiting vampires or their nests. Coddling and dotting outside of that was usually reserved for the bedroom and private rooms away from prying eyes. 

“Eric?” You take a step back, and your heartstrings tug painfully on one another. 

His blue eyes are wide, full of confusion and apprehension The air of calm and power he usually carries is missing, replaced with the naivety of a scared child. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek. 

“What happened, my love?” You whisper, ushering him to sit on the porch swing.

As you walk away from the entryway, Sookie’s eyes meet yours. She nods briefly, and steps away before closing the door with a soft ‘click’. Eric reaches for you once he’s settled on the cushions. You allow him to have a hold of your hand, but maintain a bit of space and sit cross-legged facing him. 

“I’ve missed you.” He murmurs, even though you saw him less than five hours ago. 

The gush and fluttering of human emotions was something you haven’t felt in years. “I know. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“The sea.” Eric takes your hand with both of his. “Where we met. You were so beautiful.”

His words were full of emotion and love, and you hated that your face blanched. When you met, when he could smell and taste the shore of the North Sea as it danced under sunlight, was the last few days of his humanity.

“Do you remember what happened to you tonight?” You implore him to continue, trying not to choke at the sight of his ruffled hair. 

Eric’s face fell, far away from the contented glaze he had when speaking about the sea. “I know I am a vampire. You are mine. But I… I don’t-”

“Shhh, Shhh.” You hush him gently. “That’s okay.”

Eric shakes his head, gripping your wrist as if you could take his memories via osmosis. He mutters in Swedish, and you prompt him to speak up. The words he utters tell you of flashes he’d seen, but couldn’t provide any context. 

“Det var hon, men det var inte hon.” It was her, then it wasn’t her. 

The description is of a face morphing from older to younger, but nothing more. 

What the hell had Bill Compton done to him?

Sure, Eric recalled a woman’s face, but there was nothing to say Bill didn’t set him up. You were suddenly pissed at yourself for not accompanying him to the new King’s hold. You hadn’t so much as asked why he was going. Pam was her normal stoic self upon hearing about him being beckoned, but you bet she had asked why. 

“Eric?” His eyes are fixed on you, unwavering and diligent. 

“Yes, my queen?” 

You almost blush at the pet name. “Can you go sit inside with Sookie? I just have to call someone.”

A lopsided grin stretches his face. “Anything for you.” 

Eric leans in and meshes his lips with yours, and it’s the sweetest kiss he’s ever laid on you. There’s no possessive undertone, no domineering fangs brushing against your lips. It’s an innocent show of affection, driven by absolute base instinct and a loss of personality. 

“I love you.” He murmurs, breath fanning over your lips. 

“I know.”

That amnesiatic smile twists his lips again, and he shuffles back into the farmhouse. You dwell for a moment on the odd behavior before withdrawing your cell phone and immediately dialing Fangtasia.

“Good evening, Fangtasia, Northern Louisiana’s most fang-tastic club. What do you want?”

On any other day, you would have laughed at Pam’s greeting. And you tried so hard to be nice. 

“Pam it’s me.”

“Are you really callin’ me from the other office? I thought we talked about-” 

“Something happened to Eric.” You stop her,  “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

The line goes silent, and you half expect her to come rushing onto the porch as you had. 

“Elaborate.”

“Sookie called me… She found him wandering down the road on the way home from Fangtasia. He doesn’t remember anything.” You force yourself to keep your voice steady.

“What do you mean, anything?”

You sigh. Nervous Pam is not good for anyone. “The last thing he recalls is the last days he was human…. When we met. He knows what he is but not who.”

Pam’s voice quakes, and you can’t tell if it’s anger or fear. “Bill set him up.”

You raise a brow. “I had an inkling. What did he go there for?”

“Some new coven of fuckin’ witches in Shreveport. Rumored to have been practicin’ necromancy.”

Your blood runs cold. “And Bill sent him in alone?”

“Probably knew it was a trap, too. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried to get rid of Eric.” Her hatred of Bill is palpable, even through the shoddy phone connection. “If the AVL finds out, they might sign off on assassinating Eric.”

“Alright.” You scrub a hand down your face. “Thanks Pam. I’m gonna take care of him”

“Y/N… be careful. I don’t trust Sookie.” 

Said southern belle is trying to covertly look at you through the window and you turn away. 

“You know I will.” A pause. “And Pam?”

“You get all mushy with me and it’s just gonna piss me off.”

You laugh for the first time that night. “Just do me a favor and don’t worry.”

The line disconnects, and you know she’s worrying. From inside the house, Eric smiles at you, dopey face swaying ever so slightly in the window frame. You look at the sky, wishing you didn’t know there was no such thing as God. 

“Fuck my life.”

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"YOU WHAT?!" Arlene shouted.

Last night, you'd managed to walk all the way home. You don't know what came over you. You felt strange, so you just walked. Come Saturday morning, you went to go help Arlene at Bellefleur's like you usually did on weekends for some extra cash. But walking home from Shreveport is not what Arlene was shocked about.

"Y/N. You're telling me that you fucked Eric fucking Northman, then just walked away?"

You nodded nonchalantly, "Pretty much, yeah."

Arlene searched your face for more of an answer but you didn't really have one. You lost your patience with her silence, "Well, what was I supposed to do? Oh, why thank you Mr Northman, Mr Vampire King, that was amaaazing." Your voice lost its fake enthusiasm on your last word.

"Well, no, of course not." She put her hands on her waist in frustration, "I don't know what I would've done." She paused, "What was it like? At least tell me that!"

Your mind was cast back to it; when Eric Northman had you bent over a desk. Even the thought of it made your insides tighten. All you could think to say was, "Like nothing I had ever done before."

Both of you laughed, probably due to similar embarrassment.

"Are you gonna go back tonight?" She asked.

You'd be lying if you told her you hadn't been thinking about it. But you'd decided not to. What were you to expect? He'd be so happy to see you? No, this vampire clearly had minimal emotions. Maybe you'd fuck again, but then you'd have to do that awkward exit again. You thought it would be best to just leave it. Count it as the best one night stand and move on.

"Nah, I'm just gonna leave it. I have a feeling Eric Northman isn't exactly the loving type."

"I wouldn't be so sure. He's got a twisted history, that vamp. One of the oldest vampires I know! And I know that he has definitely been in love before."

You had a feeling Arlene was just trying to comfort you, but you didn't really need it. In the end, Eric was just another random to add to your list. Yes, the best random you had ever had, but a random nonetheless. Your thoughts returned to how you'd spend tonight. A relaxing night in, you thought, would be best. A couple movies and a pizza, and maybe some wine. Yes, wine sounded great.

It's now 00:05 on Sunday morning and you've been up watching films and catching up on crappy television. The pizza box was soggy and cold now, but the smell still lingered quite unpleasantly within the living room area of your small home. You yawned as you checked you watch and decided that seeings as Sundays were the day of rest, you could afford to stay awake for a little bit more time. Maybe you'd turn in at 02:00am… that seems like an appropriate time. Turning on an other episode of Friends, you decided, Fuck it, and grabbed the last slice of cold pizza. Of course the door bell rang as soon as your mouth was full, but you got up to answer it anyway.

You opened the door, hiding behind it a little as you only had an over-sized t-shirt and panties on. It was that female vampire from last night.

"Pam, right?" You asked, taking another bite of pizza.

She rolled her eyes and raised her lip in disgust at you, "Invite me in."

"Why should I?" You asked, closing your eyes. Arlene had filled you in on all of the little vampire tricks, and you weren't about to get glamoured by this vampire-bitch. You didn't have to have your eyes open to know she was probably rolling her eyes again, and raising her eyebrow at you.

"Fine, don't." Pam spat as she turned to walk away.

"Okay, bye!" You called out in a mock cheery voice. Just as you went to close the door she ran back at vampire speed and almost begged, "Just let me in."

"I like it when you beg." You teased, finishing off the slice of pizza, "Beg for me, Pam." You knew she was probably going to kill you after this, but it was worth it to see the look of hatred on her face.

"Please, let me the fuck in."

"Well, you said 'please'. Come on in." As you expected, the moment you said those words Pam was at your throat. She hit your head back against the wall and had you dangling again. This time it hurt too much to smile at her, instead you felt your eyes beginning to bulge out of your head and your throat slowly swelling. Gradually you felt yourself losing consciousness. You kicked and punched out at her but Pam wouldn't let go. You had clearly pissed her off more than you had thought. You tried calling out her name, but it was no use. There was nothing you could do, and involuntarily, your body went limp. Pam dropped you. As you hit the floor, you tried to breathe in but you couldn't. Coughing and gagging you tried to regain your breath. Still on the floor you saw Pam walk slowly around the living room and then place herself on your couch.

Pam stared at you for the whole twenty minutes it took you to be able to regain your voice. Before talking to her, you got up to check yourself in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes and a bruised throat is what greeted you in the reflection.

"Fucking hell." You just about said.

"Can't go to work looking like that, huh?" She was now flicking through a magazine that she had taken from your coffee table.

"What?"

"You look shit, hun. What will the customers say when they enter that cute little clothes store and see you looking like that?" Pam didn't take her eyes off the magazine.

"What? How do you- …"

"Hun, I know everything." Pam got up and approached you. Instinctively you backed away from her, not afraid to admit you were afraid. She raised her eyebrow, as usual, looked you up and down and the brought her hand up to your bruised throat. You flinched away, but cold her hand met your neck gently.

"If only…" Pam whispered.

"Excuse me?" You said, genuinely asking her what she said because it was too quiet to hear and you could still hear your heart pumping in your head from when she was strangling you.

"Come with me." Pam said, turning abruptly and heading for the door.

"Er… can I at least change?" You asked, gesturing to your non–existent clothes. Pam looked you up and down again, "No, he'll like to see you like that."

There it was. Eric was summoning you. Again. Internally you were asking yourself why he was doing so, but decided that the more you thought about it, the worse it would get.

"Fine, let's go see the King then. Again." You shrugged and followed Pam out of the door, grabbing your hoodie as you left.

And there it was again, Fangtasia. Pam ran you through the crowd of people, all of whom stared at you in your inappropriate-for-different-reasons attire. She pulled you until you were standing in front of Eric, again.

"You again." You said.

"Y/N." Eric echoed.

"What is it this time?" You asked as Pam walked away, probably rolling her eyes. Eric's eyes locked onto your own, but he gestured to a foot stool on his left, "Sit."

You looked at the tiny chair, "You want me to sit? On that?"

He nodded, his mouth creasing ever so slightly into a smile.

"And if I don't?" You asked.

"I'll tie you down." He stated, balling his hand that was rested on the arm rest up into a fist. Hearing him talk, even so briefly, about bondage turned you on. You tested his arousal, "And if I want you to tie me down?"

Eric's eyes widen subtly, but you saw it. He didn't say anything but gestured once more to the foot stool. This time you obeyed. The seat was literally only inches off the ground so you sat with you legs together, knees pressed up against your chest. You wrapped your arms around your legs and watched the crowd in front of you. You checked your watch, it was now 00:20 and embarrassingly you were getting bored and tired.

Looking up at Eric, you saw him stare our into the crowd with a severe glint in his eye. What was he looking at? Was he just surveying? What is going on?

"So…" You needed to break the ice, "Is this… fun for you?"

He didn't even look down at you, "Are you a child?"

"No… but I am bored." You shrugged your arms in a 'what am I supposed to do?' kind of way. Eric didn't respond. He just continued to stare.

"Can I ask why I'm here?" You just wanted to do something, and decided talking to him, or at least trying to talk to him was your best bet.

"I wanted you here."

Eric just wasn't giving in. You were so confused. Feeling defeated, you went silent again. Your eyes lost the ability to focus and you stared down at the floor in front of you.

After some time, you weren't sure how long, Eric went to get up. He stood in front of you and offered a hand, "I'm bored. Let's go."

Taking his hand to help yourself up you asked, "Where?"

"To tie you up."

Still holding your hand, he led you down from the stage his throne was placed on and through the crowd. They all stared. Some intimidatingly, some in awe. You pulled your t-shirt down to cover yourself but it was really no use. One male vampire with a tattoo on his neck gave you a smirk.

"Eric?"

He only hushed you. You didn't even try to disobey. With this many vampires staring you down, it felt good to have someone to tell you what to do. What felt like hours later of walking through the club, Eric took you through a door and downstairs into a strange looking basement. There were chains and other unidentifiable metal objects hanging from the ceiling and walls.

"Whoa…" You said, a little afraid, "Eric, I'm not going to lie, I'm not totally into all that domming and subbing shit."

"That's fine, I'm not either." He grabbed you, and in an instant turned you around and pinned you against the wall. His chest was pushed up against yours and he held his face only an inch away from yours.

"You won't need to call me master." He kissed your neck, his hand stroking the bruises.

"You won't need my permission to touch me." He nipped at your neck and pulled your hoodie off of you. Your hands grabbed at his shirt by his waist.

"I will not make you wait until you can cum." His massive hands went up your t-shirt. He didn't need to take off any bras because you weren't wearing one. He gently cupped and grabbed at your breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples in circular motions, making them instantly erect. Your hands found his trouser waist line and you felt your way to his crotch. His erect cock was pushing against trousers so you stroked it. He groaned into your face before his mouth collided with yours. You felt his arms wrap around your body and you raised your own to go around his head. Eric lifted you up and found yourself in a similar position to yesterday with your legs clamped around his body. He groaned into your kiss and walked you somewhere else in the room.

Eric slammed you down hard onto a soft mattress, raising your arms above your head. He had walked you to a bed, the surroundings igniting more excitement inside of you. He stretched himself on all fours over your body and leant forward to tie your wrists together above your head. As he worked at the rope, his neck was outstretched before your face so you pushed yourself up towards him. You traced your tongue up the strained length of his neck, starting from his chest and you heard him grunt. He looked down at you with his molten sapphire eyes and grabbed your face with his hands to kiss you. Your arms were now tightly bound above your head making it hard for you to move but you loved it. Because you couldn't hold him with your hands you wrapped you legs around his body, pulling him down onto you. He almost laughed, a deep primal noise, as he slammed his mouth onto your own. You moaned onto his tongue and broke away with just enough breath to whisper, "Fuck me, Eric."

He didn't waste a second. Taking off his shirt and trousers, he lay between your legs. His hands slid from your knees, down your inner thigh until he placed one hand over your sex. You were already wet with anticipation. You pushed your pelvis up towards his hand for more friction. Eric ripped off your panties and you moaned, loud.

"Please." You whined.

"I did say I wouldn't make you wait, didn't I?"

All you could do was nod. Eric lay his body over you. You could feel his cock lying across your vagina. The friction felt good as he moved gently up and down your body. Eric grabbed your shirt by the collar and ripped. There was now a tear going down the whole of your t-shirt which he had opened to expose your naked body. He went to suck on your nipple as slowly pushed his cock inside of you. You couldn't help but moan his name out loud as he pushed his full length inside. For a while he stayed there, sucking and nipping at your breast. You bucked your hips for movement and he responded by getting up so that he was almost kneeling in front of you. Holding you by the waist he began slamming himself hard into your soaking vagina. Pulling on the restraints, you screamed. With every pound of his cock your insides tightened more and more. You arched your back as you heard Eric grunt as he pumped in and out of you. He pulled out slow, then forcefully rammed himself in. You could feel the pain of his hands gripping your waist so tight but it didn't matter.

"Y/N," He moaned, "you feel so good." He was grunting and thrusting harder and harder. Without any warning he descended upon you so that his entire body was covering yours. Wrapping your legs around him again, you pulled him closer, wanting him to be even further inside. Eric let out a primal groan and you felt the warmth of his breath against your forehead. He was untying your arms and before you knew it, your hands were in his hair. He grunted as you pulled on his blonde locks.

Suddenly he was sitting upright with you on him still, riding him. Moaning, you rolled your hips and he called your name. His cock was now deeper inside you than it had ever been before. You could feel your wetness under your legs, in between your skin and his. As you rode him, his cock pushed you higher and higher. Your insides became tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna cum!" You screamed, almost ripping out his hair. Eric's arms pull you even closer to his body so that your breasts are pushed up against him. You looked down at him as he smothered your chest with kisses. Your body still rocking up and rock intensely as Eric thrust over and over again, deeper and deeper. At the moment he looked up at you, he winked and your orgasm took over your body. Arching your back away from him, only his arms kept you from falling back onto the bed. Even as you reached your climax, Eric didn't stop. He continued to pump his hard cock into you, faster and faster. Grunting, he pushed your orgasm until you almost had to beg him to stop. But you didn't need to. With one last thrust, you felt Eric tense as he finished inside you. Overwhelmed by the intense sex you just had with Eric Northman, you were completely exhausted and the moment he lay you down onto the bed, you fell asleep.

[bonniebird]

Halloween 2023 Event Information

Halloween 2022 Masterlist

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

Only 283 of  364 request slots left for the Halloween event :)

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1.  "Every human needs a vampire."

  David (TLB) x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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3. "So this means you're a werewolf?"

  Malia Tate x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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5. "If you're coming for my friends, you're coming for me."

  Scott McCall x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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6. "Magic finds balance. I'm not supposed to be here."

  Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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9. "I am not having sex in a graveyard."

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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10. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"

  Peter Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

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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

- Requested by:

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12. "You like me in this costume? Admit it."

  Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: @schinug

- Notes: N/A

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13. "You could just spend the night with me and see what happens."

Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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15. “(Hermione Granger) doesn’t need a car, they have their broomstick.”

  Hermione Granger x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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18. "Aren’t you tired of resisting? Just admit that you want me."

   Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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19. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way

 Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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20. "(Alfie Solomons)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"

  Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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21. "Thanks for hiding away with me."

 Bonnie Bennett x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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25. "Am I dead? Is that why I keep ending up here?"

  Bonnie McCullough x Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

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26. "It's creepy that you're so excited about this."

Meredith Sulez  x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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30. "He looks like a serial killer."

  Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by:

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32. "You’re not going to turn me in are you?"

 Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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34. "(Character) might have the power of foresight."

  Bennett x Male Reader x Prudence Night

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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35. "Are you sure that's a real spell?"

Jacob Black  x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Fem witch reader

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36. "Are you having trouble sleeping too?"

  Bonnie Bennett x Male Claire!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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37. "Help me! Before I disappear!"

  Sophie Deveraux x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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38. "(Ambrose Spellman) has been turned into a (Cat). I don’t know how."

  Ambrose Spellman x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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39. "Never. You have nothing to fear from me"

Captain hook  x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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40. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way."

Dean Winchester  x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by: @nervousfandom

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by:

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43. "After this? You mean nothing to me."

  Potc Commodore Norrington x fem!reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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44. "I'm not mad anymore."

 Dorcas Night x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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45. "Somethings out of whack."

  Madison Montgomery x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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46. "I bet you lost some sleep thinking about me."

Josie McCoy  x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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47. "I'm not mad anymore."

 Rodolphus Lestrange x Reader

- Requested by: @achromaticerebus

- Notes: N/A

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48. "(Character)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"

 Death of the Endless x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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49. "Is there a spell that can make you stop crying"

  Tom Riddle x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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50. "You're not going to kill me?"

The Handler (from The Umbrella Academy) x reader

- Requested by:

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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

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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52. "Hasn't anyone told you. Second hand smoke kills."

  Peter Pettigrew x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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53. "Did I say something to upset you?"

 CAOS Caliban x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Requested by:

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63. Halloween moodboard: Daphne Blake

Daphne Blake x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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76. "If I pretend to be your date, will you fuck me?"

Natasha Romanoff  x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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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

- Notes: N/A

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81. “(Character)! Get up please get up! Don’t die!”

Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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  x Reader

- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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[sp00kworm]

Trouble (Eric Northman x Reader)

Pairing: Eric Northman x Female Reader

ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN LINK

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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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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❤️😃.

Unexpected

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.”

[bansheescreamsfics]

Little Banshee Chapter 3

Summary: Little Banshee is adjusting to her powers but she realize so many want them too.

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader x Pam De Beaufort (polyamorous relationship)  reader x special guests *not guests but i don’t want to give it away)

Word count: 2K

Warning: +18 minors DNI. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. cursing? violence. mind blowing stuff. 

A/N: Btw I am @castiellawolfkissed . This is just the new blog i’ll be posting on for this story. fyi. also. please don’t hate me. the chapter three people begged for but did not want by the end of it. maybe not the angle people expected. but i like where this is going but it’ll make sense. Love you guys. Mean it. 

Title: Little Banshee Chapter Three

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Chapter one  Chapter Two

It was the noise of opening and closing cabinet doors in the other room that woke me up from my slumber. With a fast-beating heart and sweaty palms I sat up quickly in the bed looking around the room. It was far too dark for me to tell where I was or investigate anything. I slowly began to take deep breaths as my eyes very slowly adjusted to the dark in the house to see what was in the room. The only warmth I felt was covers over me I could still feel the cold body laying beside that was now stirring beside me. Slowly sleep that was fogging up my brain was slipping away as the memory of yesterday flooded my brain slowly in bits and pieces.

“Shhh… you are safe little banshee,” He spoke softly but his voice sounded deeper as he was trying to wake up himself too.

I could hear shuffling at the door before a dip in the bed made me jump and push my back against the headboard of the bed without a second thought. “You are so jumpy in the morning aren’t you little banshee.” The female voice registered as Pam after a few second and I slowly began to catch my breath before it was soon gone the moment, she straddles my lap.

“Bastards never stocked the place, so we have to get food for her, but it’s still sun light outside,” Pam said sounding extremely annoyed while getting comfortable on my lap and stroking my cheek gently, “But good morning to you sleepy head.”

The kiss alone woke up ever feeling and nerve in my body as I began to kiss her back while I felt Eric’s kisses against my shoulder. “Pam call who you need too now. I don’t care how we get the fucking supplies,” Eric’s stern voice made me shiver and I could even feel Pam’s body stiffen from the command. I almost forgot who was in charge in the room.

Without saying a word, she left the room without saying another word leaving the both of us alone to sit in silence. I didn’t even know what to say and to nervous to even move at this point, but his hand began to roam my body a little bit more. He ran it slowly up my back, pealing it from the headboard, until I was pulled gently into his lap, “Don’t worry little banshee. We’ll get you fed soon. I can hear your stomach growling already,” he said simply.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered into his chest. The words were barely audible but with his hearing he heard it just fine.

“Yes, I do. We said we’re going to take care of you. I know it doesn’t make sense. I know it seems weird to have us be so kind to you after all you’ve been through, but you deserve to be taken care of.”

“You just met me,” I whispered.

This made him chuckle slightly, “Hmm true. When you have lived as long as we have, you begin to realize that humans’ lives are too short. For you it’s very unknown how long your lifespan is to be honest. Far too many stories in the world regarding Banshee’s. Each one adding their own culture into it but generally being the same regarding their powers.”

As he spoke, he was gently rubbing my back and rubbing gently circling on my hips in such calming way that it was easy to melt in his arms. I smiled as he continued to speak, “You’re not the first crazy creature that’s showed up on our doorstep. Not the last either, but the first with your story. You know our story and who we are and yet you trust us. We drank from you and could feel it to be genuine. You trusted us with no strings attached. Pam and I don’t receive that type of love often.”

“That’s because it’s true. I hope you know that.” I whispered.

“I know. You weirdo,” He whispered. I simply laughed. I didn’t expect it back so soon nor ever but them simply caring for me was enough.

“Can you do that with everyone, the whole see their lives when you feed off of them?” I asked softly playing with his hair.

“Not always. Sometimes it hits us whether we want it or not, and sometimes we don’t see a thing,” He whispered and leaning against my hand as he was almost purring at the affection.

“Why would people want me? Not in that way but why are they hunting me?” I asked. The affection was over as quickly as it started. I felt his hand move up and grab mine and move it to his lips to kiss it before he kissed my forehead.

“You jumped into what you’re saying is a fictional world. And if you’re saying this is the past then you also time traveled. Little banshee you’re able to do more than ring out the call of someone’s death. Something inside of you can do more and we need to find out what. Sadly, others are going to want to know too. Except they’re not going to be nice about it. Do you understand?”

I hated that he was speaking to me as if I was a child, but I understood why he was saying it like this. I could only assume he was trying to be gentle with me, but I nodded my head. “Yes, I understand.”

The conversation stuck with me for the rest of the day as both Eric and I tried our best to entertain ourselves while we waited for Pam. Not that we didn’t make out or touch, but it was hard to continue when we the question was in the air. Where the hell was pam? I had no way of contacting her and I saw Eric on the phone all day and could only assume it was his attempts to contact her or contact people who could find her at this point. Pam was his partner in life, and I understood that he was freaking out at this point and the guilt of her being out there before of me was killing me.

“You should go find her,” I finally said once we opened a few windows to let the moonlight in.

“I can’t leave you by yourself,” he said but I could see him looking at the door and the keys. I sighed.

“I can go—”

“I said no!” He yelled across the living room leaving me to suck in a sharp breath. I know he was upset I couldn’t blame him either and me nagging him wasn’t exactly helping either. Instead of instigating I backed away to give him space while he began to dial on his phone once more.

I was trying to make sure their coffins were okay when I heard the front door opening. It was either Pam or Eric finally left. I rushed out the room to see a man that didn’t belong here at all. I gasp so loud, and another sick feeling was creeping in my stomach. The same bubble of a scream was at the pit of my stomach was begun to crawl once more, but I tried my best to hold it back.

“Who the fuck are you,” Eric said standing in the way of the hallway.

The man slowly looked up and began to laugh with a cocky smile on his face, “You weak fucks and the inability to walk in day light. This universe is very strange and honestly can’t wait to get the fuck out of here. So how about you give me the girl. I’ll give you back the mouthy bitch in our van, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

Eric with lightening speed was in the man’s face in a blink of an eye which made me gasp because the man just laughed again. “Well, I guess lightning speed is on your side, but weird we look a little alike. Maybe vampires are breed from the same fucking guy.”

Before I had a chance to even scream the man threw Eric into the living room wall and threw the bricks until he was laying outside. “Peter, grab her.”

The moment I felt his arm on me I punch him, but I knew his strength was stronger than mine, but I tried my best to struggle until the scream that was creeping up couldn’t be held back anymore. The scream was let out so strong that it rumbled the building we were in.

The arms that were around me let go quickly. All I could do was scream as the building around me began to collapse around me. I was pulled from the building until I felt metal underneath me and felt a hand around my mouth. And a vehicle being driven in light speed.

“How the fuck do you get her to stop!?” I heard yelling in my ear.

“She’ll stop when she’s ready just hold her tight. I should have just fucking killed you if I didn’t need answers from you,” that voice I knew and suddenly the screaming stopped, and it ended until I could finally feel normal once more.

It took far to long to finally be able to breath once more. I blinked a few times until the hand pulled away from me and the vehicles brakes were slammed making both mine, and the body behind me slam against the seats in front.

“Fucking Christ old geezer learn to drive!”

Before I knew it the back doors were open, and two men were on top of each other beating the crap out of each other before I had to run out of the vehicle. I took a deep breath and just let out the biggest banshee scream I could muster. I had never tried it on my own, but it disabled both because they both pulled away holding their ears.

Eric pulled away and rushed towards me and pulled his arms around me, “Okay I’ll stop!”

I stopped screaming to look at the man on the ground who looked rough from the collapsed building he must have run from. “Roman why are here!” I yelled.

“You know him?” “You know me!” Both men said at the same time before looking at each other. Roman coughed up blood but stood up before they looked at each other.

“Of course, I do.” I said softly. “You’re Roman Godfrey, CEO of Godfrey Industries and you don’t belong here!” I yelled slapping him across his face.

“Why are you here roman? What happened to everyone!?” I yelled.

“We don’t know but you screamed means someone died. I’m still very connected to Pam and I feel her very much alive,” Eric said before looking up at Roman who looked shocked and shook his head before looking like he was about to cry.

“I’m a fucking idiot.” He whispered. “I came here too. Help me. I’m trapped in my world. I want to break away and change things, but I guess I fucked that all up.”

I sighed trying to figure out what he might mean until it kind of clicked in my head what he meant but I needed more answers, “How old is your daughter Roman?”

He pulled the phone from his tattered suit jacket and showed a picture of an adorable child that looks about 1 or 2 standing up with a smile. That answered my question perfectly but that didn’t excuse his actions at all. I knew what he wanted but now what he wanted was going to be without his best friend unless we went back and changed his fuck up too.

“You realize I’m new to this right? I’m to all of this. I don’t even know how you crossed into this story and now I must save Peter. I now how to … wait if you know your ending. What is stopping you from getting help!?” I yelled.

“Because I’ve fucking tried and every therapist I get has gotten killed off!!!” He screamed back. “I’ve tried everything!”

I could feel Eric wanting to step in at this point, but I hold my hand to stop him. I understood what was happening. Roman was trying to fight back against one of the strongest enemies no one’s think of. The writer.

Eric must have felt my same realization as I felt his hand on my hip before he spoke while Roman tried to wipe away his tears,

“True,—This!

Beneath the rule of men entirely great

The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold

The arch-enchanters wand!— itself a nothing!—

But taking sorcery from the master-hand

To paralyse the Cæsars—and to strike

The loud earth breathless!—Take away the sword—

States can be saved without it”

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Whatever Happens First

Eric Northman x Female Reader

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

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

Word Count: 500+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I Can Handle Me A Dangerous Man - Ch 6

Fandom: True Blood (TV) Pairings: Eric Northman/Female Reader or Eric Northman/OFC Word Count: 6,247 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dream sex, Masturbation, D/s situations, Knife play, Blood sharing Summary: Eric and Cam return to Melanie's, and on the way back, something changes between them.

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She knows she’s dreaming, because Eric is beneath her, and since she’s known him he’s always been towering over her, covering her, leaning into her space.

Her knees are spread around his waist and sinking into the fluffy comforter they’re on top of, his hands high on her thighs as he helps her bounce and grind on his cock. She feels the ghost of him inside her, knows pleasure in this dream, but it’s nothing like the real thing, doesn’t compare to even the real life press of his palm against her lower back. 

“I need more. So close, so close,” she chants, whimpering while his broad hands slide up to her breasts to squeeze them roughly, to close around her throat and make her face heat with the pressure. 

“I’m right here,” dream-Eric comforts, brushing his thumbs over her bottom lip. “Daddy’s right here, just give in. Please just give in, baby.” 

Her hairline prickles with sweat in this dream, the room warm and almost stifling around them as she works to bring herself off using his strong, gorgeous body. She drops a hand to her clit, rubs furiously until she’s coming and squeezing hard around his cock, crying out with the blissful feeling of release, of his hands, now on her hips so tight they must bruise.

She collapses on top of him, catching her breath against his chest, his hands moving soothingly up and down her back, over the sore spots on her skin. He praises her, perfect, Camila, good girl, makes her drift so far into another world she can’t remember anything but the sound of his voice in her ear.

She wakes up with no marks on her body, but one sticky hand between her thighs. 

Cam receives a text the next night - I’m hiring a new bartender. Will you come by and help me vet him? Pam will pick you up.

Eric is looking unfairly handsome when she arrives, especially after that goddamn dream of hers. He’s got a low cut tank on, baring his chest and throat, with a leather jacket thrown over the top—she almost feels underdressed in her turtleneck and jeans, but it’s still early evening and the club is closed, so she doesn’t think it makes a difference to anyone but her. 

“Camila, welcome,” Eric says, standing and walking toward her. He takes her handbag and shows her to the table where the prospective employee, Darren, is seated. The man stands when she approaches, and he’s good-looking too, with dark hair and blue eyes, a killer smile he unleashes the moment she takes his hand. 

“Hi, I’m Darren,” he greets, and Eric hands Cam’s bag to Pam and pulls out a chair for her. She smiles back and introduces herself, then sits down and waits for Eric to push her chair back in. Darren sits too, drums his fingers on the table between them. “I’m, uh, 29, used to bartend at The Regal before the manager ‘went in a different direction’—girls in low cut tops,” he explains. “I’ve been doing it for about five years, and I think I’d fit in well here. I’m definitely pro-vamp, you know, and I’ve hung out here with my friends a few times. Love the vibes,” he says, looking to Eric, who appears bored by the conversation.

Cam listens in to the things he’s not saying, like that he actually got fired for hooking up with the manager’s girlfriend, one of the aforementioned girls in low cut tops. She doesn’t think that’s a deal breaker for Eric, gives him a gentle smile. 

“Well that’s great to hear. Fangtasia gets all kinds, so having someone charismatic and open minded at the front of the house is important to us. It makes all of our guests feel at ease.” She lets a bit of flirtatiousness seep into her tone, a test, and he grins. 

“Well I’m all about making everyone feel at ease. They come here to have a good time, you know?” She nods, probes his mind again—just some low grade horny stuff, typical human thoughts, and he’s thirsty. She stands from the table and crosses over to the bar, grabbing a pitcher of water and a glass, then fills it and takes it back to him. When she sets it down, he thanks her, lets his fingers brush hers as he lifts the glass. “Do you come here to have a good time? Or are you strictly business?” 

“That’s not exactly relevant,” Eric speaks for the first time, leaning forward in his seat. Cam instinctively moves her chair a little closer and sits down beside him, clears her throat. 

“How are you with cash?” she asks Darren, whose smile has dimmed a little at Eric’s comment. He takes a sip of water and nods. 

“All good, I have a business degree and I’m great at math, so I always balance. And I tend to make pretty good tips.” 

She doesn’t doubt that, with his toned arms and charming smile; they talk a bit longer, and his thoughts corroborate what he says, no red flags or reason for concern she can pick up on. 

After the makeshift interview, they all rise and Cam shakes his hand, tells him they’ll be in touch. Though Pam already has his contact information and resume, he jots down his phone number on a napkin and hands it to her personally, “in case you have any more questions for me.” 

Eric doesn’t shake his hand, but he does pull the napkin from her grasp and crumple it up into a ball when he’s gone. 

“Hey,” she says lightly, following his long strides as he walks toward the trash can behind the bar and sinks a basket. “What if I had more questions for him?” 

“That wasn’t an offer for another interview, and you know it,” he replies, pouring a glass of water and handing it to her with an expressionless look on his face. “He wants to sleep with you.” 

“He wants to sleep with pretty much every girl he sees,” she counters, taking a grateful sip. “Including his previous manager’s girlfriend, which is the real reason he’s seeking work at your fine establishment.”

“I don’t know if he’s right for us.” Cam arches a brow, but Eric makes no effort to explain himself, so she’s left trying to figure it out on her own. 

“Because he cheated? I feel like that’s the least of your worries. He didn’t skim, he has no criminal background, he’s never gotten into an altercation with a customer. He’s not part of any anti-vampire groups,” she ticks off with her fingers. Pam’s initial research was very thorough, and Cam was actually kind of impressed. “He makes drinks and looks hot, which is really all you need.” 

She’s surprised when he moves closer, because even though that’s part of his usual MO, this time is different. His steps are slower, more purposeful; she’d think he was trying to intimidate her, if she didn’t know better. Or maybe turn her on? She can’t help that things like that cross the wires in her brain, how sometimes he’s even more attractive when he’s angry with someone or roughing them up.

“Is it all you need?” he asks when he’s in front of her, his voice sultry and low. “Or do you need more?” She exhales softly at his words, strangely similar to the words she’d uttered in her dream, and he brings a hand up to rest at the base of her throat, pressing his fingertips into her flesh. 

She does need more, wants more, from him—as good-looking as Darren was, she can’t imagine getting what she needs from anyone but Eric now. He is the man of her fantasies, the one who knows more than she does about her own desires, but she knows she can’t have all the things she wants, even if he’s willing to play along when they’re alone. 

And suddenly they aren’t alone, as Pam walks back into the room and clears her throat. 

Eric steps back, takes his hand off of her, and after a long moment of continued eye contact, she grabs her bag from behind the bar and heads for the door. 

“Just hire him,” Cam calls over her shoulder as she leaves.

She doesn’t hear from Eric for three days, until he shows up at her door just after the sun has set. He’s wearing a suit, all black, the first couple buttons of his shirt undone, and he both looks and smells absolutely mouthwatering. Whatever expensive cologne he’s got on is really working for him. 

“There’s another party at Melanie’s, and she was so impressed with you last time that she’s asked for your services again. Are you willing?” She nods, takes a step back to invite him into the apartment. 

“What does she want to know?” she asks, closing the door behind him.

“She and her pet have found another couple they’d like to play with,” he says, following her to her bedroom, where she tugs open the closet doors to inspect her options. “The dominant partner is human and Melanie would like you to get a read on him.” 

She nods, flipping past hanger after hanger because nothing feels quite right for a party like Melanie’s; she stops when Eric moves closer with a soft hum of interest and pulls out a clingy little black dress with short ruffled sleeves and hem. It’s not what she would have selected, a little too cute, and she turns to him and says so. 

“Won’t they expect me to look… I don’t know, sexy?” He holds the dress up to her, adjusts the neckline.

“They’ll expect you to look exactly the way your dominant wants you to look,” he says without making direct eye contact. “You’re free to choose, of course, but I think this one is perfect.”

When he does look at her face, he seems… Thoughtful, serious, almost smoldering as the silence between them evolves from a few seconds to a long, charged moment. They’re both breathing, but that’s all, eyes locked, bodies still, until she takes a step back and pulls her sweater over her head, tosses it onto the bed behind him. She’s not wearing a bra—though he can only see her from the back, now—but the dress doesn’t allow for one anyway, so that’s just one less step as far as she’s concerned.

Cam takes the hanger from his hands, slips the dress on, then unbuttons her pants and kicks them off, leaving them on the floor where they land. She tugs her hair out of the ponytail it’s been in all day, combs her fingers through it and then pulls it over one shoulder, exposing her back to him. 

“Will you zip me up?” she asks, and he runs a hand over her hair, wraps his fingers around her arm, and pulls up the zipper slowly, purposefully, until it’s secure. Fixing her hair, she thanks him with a soft smile, then grabs a pair of shoes and sits down on the bed to buckle them up.

The drive to Melanie’s is strangely tense, and she can’t stop herself from looking over at him, at his silhouette in the dark. She can’t see his eyes, but her gaze lingers over his jaw, his chin, his Adam's apple, his lips… She’s not sure if it’s because of their stolen moment at the bar the other day, or the dreams she’s been having about him, but just looking at him turns her on and she only manages to look away when he turns his head and catches her. 

His stoic expression cracks into a smile, but she doesn’t think too much into it, knows that her want just makes him enjoy their little game all the more.

This party of Melanie’s is a bit more private than the first, with seven couples in attendance, including Eric and Cam. A few of them she knows from the last get-together, a few she’s never met—including the reason she’s there, the couple Melanie wants her to check out before she commits to a date with them.

“That’s the one,” Eric says into her ear when they first walk into the room, and Cam spots the man he’s referring to right away. He looks to be in his fifties, wealthy, handsome, with dark hair and eyes, and a beautiful blonde vampire who appears to absolutely adore him. She is wearing a single strand of pearls and a wine-colored dress, hanging on his arm and his every word. 

“I can see why Melanie’s interested,” she whispers back, and Eric puts his arm around her waist, maneuvers her in front of him as if guiding her from behind. It feels nice to be taken care of by him, and it’s what their fellow partygoers expect, so she goes with the flow, let’s him lead her where he wants, to Melanie and her pet at the bar. 

“Eric, Camila. You two look positively gorgeous,” she says with a toothy smile, looking both of them up and down languidly. Her dark hair is in bountiful ringlets, and she wears a navy blue suit, which pairs nicely with her pet’s silky pink mini dress and silver heels. She wears her collar, of course, which tonight is connected to a matching silver leash that Melanie holds carefully between her fingers. 

“And the both of you are beautiful, as always,” Eric says, removing one of his hands from her body to take Melanie’s and kiss it. “Thank you for inviting us.”

“You’re always welcome here,” she says, and her eyes rake over Cam again, to her surprise. Why she’s looking at Cam when she has Eric’s attention is beyond her. “It’s a shame you aren’t the type to share, but I do love seeing you nonetheless.” 

Cam knows better than to indicate her confusion, to look like she’s questioning him here, so she holds her tongue for the rest of their brief conversation. 

After they grab drinks, Eric walks her to an armchair on one side of the room and sits down, his legs spread just enough that she understands it’s an invitation perch on his lap. That’s new, and it makes her shiver, but she figures it’s just practical—they can’t talk here without whispering, and it won’t look as suspicious if she’s sitting in his lap and murmuring in his ear.

“What was that about?” she asks as she settles on his lap, his thigh firm and cool beneath her. She wraps her arms around him, one behind his shoulders and the other slung over his waist, and he keeps her close, rests his hand on the bare skin of her leg.

“With Melanie? Nothing.” 

“You promised you wouldn’t lie to me, Eric,” she reminds him with an edge to her voice, because she’ll call an Uber and leave this party if he insists on keeping information from her, she has no hesitations about that. 

He sighs, then moves her hair away from her neck and brushes his lips along her throat. 

“I told you they were looking for another couple to play with,” he whispers in her ear. “She asked me first—if you and I would be interested. Obviously, I declined.”

She hums her understanding—certainly not because of the way his mouth trails along her neck, his hand resting between her thighs. She wants to be mad at him, because he’s obviously trying to soften her up, distract her, and cover up their conversation all at once… and because it’s working. Then she thinks, screw it, because he’s never going to stop teasing her this way, playing his game, and in that case, she might as well enjoy it.

“That explains why she’s looking over here like she’s starved for a meal.” Eric nods against her skin, runs his hand up and down her leg, and Melanie’s attention is even more targeted, her stare unyielding. Cam’s not looking directly, but she can feel her eyes on them and wants to make sure there is no doubt about their commitment this time. “You should kiss me,” she says quietly, and when he pulls back to look at her she meets his gaze. 

Whatever he sees there, that’s all it takes for him to comply; his mouth is on hers in an instant, his hand moving from her legs to her face and cradling it as they kiss. She can feel her body warming up, and his, as he grows hard against her ass, and she brings a hand up to his shirt, rubs at the bare skin exposed by the undone buttons.

“Mmm, daddy.” Her voice is breathy when she says it, but he groans and breaks the kiss, looks at her with eyes so dark it’s hard to tell they’re blue. She licks her bottom lip, and he leans back in to kiss her again, rougher this time, his hand deliciously tight on her jaw. 

When they part, she assumes it’s because of something Eric hears, because he seems reluctant to stop kissing but does it anyway. He runs his thumb over her lips, then slides his hand between her thighs again, but doesn't bother straightening his rumpled collar—which she finds out of character, and which she enjoys all the more for it. 

A few minutes later, Melanie brings over her prospective partners and introduces them as Joel and Amanda before slipping away to tend to other guests. They curl up on the sofa beside Eric and Cam, talk a little about themselves, what they do for work, for pleasure, listen intently when Eric talks about the bar and what it’s like to be a sheriff, and Cam. He talks a lot about Cam, how they met, how smart and capable and beautiful she is, and she knows it’s for show but lets herself be warmed by his praise anyway. 

Melanie and her pet—who Cam now knows is called Catherine—join the conversation soon after, snuggling up to Amanda and flirting with Joel, making the both of them laugh happily. Eric sips his drink, offers Cam hers, and because she feels strange just sitting silently in his lap she cards a hand through his hair, toys with the open buttons of his shirt between her fingers. He relaxes into her touch almost immediately, tilts his head just slightly like he’s enjoying it and wants more, and she leans in to whisper in his ear. 

“All good so far. He’s genuine. And horny,” she adds, though it feels obvious. “He’s enjoying the thought of dominating two vampires, if that’s something Melanie’s up for, but overall he’s pretty mild. He isn’t even thinking about the blood.”

Eric doesn’t respond, and she doesn’t expect him to, just continues to rub his hand up and down her thigh. She figures she deserves that for teasing him too, and slips back into conversation easily, continues filtering Joel’s thoughts for anything untoward.

It’s early morning when they leave, and Cam needs Eric’s guidance—more because she feels a pleasant humming in her mind, her thoughts hazy from all of the kissing, the touching, all of Eric’s attention, than because they’d been drinking. The friendlier Melanie and Catherine became with Joel and Amanda, the more physically comfortable, and when they would pause the conversation to kiss or pet a little, Eric would keep them busy by making out with her slowly, drawing patterns against her skin with his fingertips. By the time they make it to the car, she’s aching with want, and she knows Eric can feel it, smell it, see it. 

She spends the first half of the ride squeezing her legs together, trying not to think of his breath on her neck, his teeth at her ear, and then he reaches his hand toward her across the console, palm up like he wants her to take it. 

She takes it, and he squeezes softly, eyes never leaving the road. 

“You may touch yourself,” he says, low, and though she immediately flushes with embarrassment, the reaction is short lived. “Come in your panties like a good girl. You were so good for me tonight,” he praises, his voice like honey. “You always are.”

“Thank you,” she says almost automatically, and she runs her hand over her own thigh, a ghost of his previous touch. Her skin feels like it’s on fire, and she moans softly, earning Eric’s gaze. 

“Camila,” he murmurs, and she closes her eyes, eager but nervous, so horny it hurts her. He’s watching, but if she’s not watching him watch her, she’ll be less self-conscious, and more… uninhibited. She’ll let herself feel good because he’s given her permission to, clearly wants her to, and god, does she want to please him. 

She pushes her skirt up, knows he can see the purple lace panties she’s wearing, the ones she guides to the side so she can run her fingers over bare flesh. She’s wet, that’s no surprise, and she knows this is going to be quick, quicker because Eric is rumbling desire beside her and she wishes it were his fingers slipping through her slick. 

“Mmm. Ooh,” she sighs as she slides her hand over her pussy, her lips easily spread and warm beneath her touch. She arches her back a little and rubs harder, a little faster, to feel that electric shock through her body. “Oh, god.” 

“That’s it,” Eric encourages, squeezing her unoccupied hand, and her legs open wider almost instinctively, her hips tilting off the seat so she can press open her heat and ease one finger inside. “You’re fucking perfect,” he all but growls, and it vibrates through her, makes her buck her hips like she had in her dream, taking him in deeply, completely. “Another finger.”

She complies, sinks another finger inside; her hand is barely moving, it’s her rocking body that’s doing all the work, and part of her feels shameless and dirty, but the other part knows Eric wants this, is proud of her, maybe even worked her up on purpose so he could get her to do this in front of him. Either way, it’s a task she’s happy to perform, and when she comes on her own fingers she can hear the hitch of his breath, the wet snick of his fangs dropping.

The sound is almost enough to get her going again, but she’s exhausted and blissful, so she just hums her contentment before withdrawing her fingers and resting her hand on her thigh. 

They’re parked on the side of the road, she realizes when she opens her eyes, in a remote area that looks kind of familiar. She blinks through her lashes, then turns her head to look at Eric, who… god, how could he even get hotter? But he is, his eyes blue like sizzling fire, his lips parted; neither of them speak, but he takes her other hand and wipes her fingers clean using the inside of her dress before they have a chance to make her uncomfortable. With a gentle touch, he fixes her crumpled panties, then leans in to brush his lips over hers again and again and again.

Eric gets her home, gets her cleaned up and into bed, and she reaches for him, wants him near. He understands why, and he knows he shouldn’t have pushed her that far in the car, that it was a selfish idea, even if it was spur of the moment; still, it happened, and he is as responsible for taking care of her now as he is for her previous arousal. He stays as long as he can before the sun threatens, laying in her bed and holding her until her breathing evens out in sleep.

That morning when Eric dreams of Cam, she is covered in blood: it’s a mixture of his blood and hers, leaking sluggishly from wounds he’s created with his fangs, with a sharp knife, its handle made of bone. Her wrists are above her head, tied together with a cord of leather and fastened to the post of her bed, and she writhes and whimpers as he thrusts his fingers into her soaked pussy, as he sucks at the juicy artery of her inner thigh.

“Please, please,” she repeats like a prayer, her eyes squeezed shut and then open and nearly rolling back in her head. “God, Eric, please.” 

“You’ll take what I give you,” he says, leaning up, letting blood dribble from his mouth onto the soft flesh of her stomach as he kisses it, and she gasps, nods her head. 

“Yes, daddy,” she corrects, though she shifts her hips up for more contact like a greedy girl indeed. “Whatever you give me, I’ll–I’ll take it.” 

“Yes you will. Good girl,” he praises, licking at the spilled blood, and then swiftly flips her over, imagining the gorgeous smears of crimson she’ll leave on the fresh white sheets. 

He pushes into her from behind, presses forward on his palms until he’s fully sheathed inside her tight, fluttering heat, then clamps a hand down on the back of her neck, rough and possessive. 

“Take it, sweetheart, that’s right,” he mumbles as he fucks her, enveloped in the pleasure of her body, of the sweet sounds she makes for him, ones he’s actually heard firsthand; he’s craved domination since she first kissed him, maybe sooner, and he knows if she gives herself to him like this in reality, during the night, he will be lost. “Camila,” he pants, then leans in so he can press his cheek to hers. “Camila.” 

“Eric,” she moans as he pounds against her, as his fingers twist into her hair and pull, undoubtedly making her roots ache. “Eric.”

“Camila. Camila. Camila.”

It’s barely night when Cam all but bursts through the front door of Fangtasia, wearing a pair of black pants and a white tank top, her hair loose in flowing waves. She looks serious, concerned, beautiful. “Hey. Pam called, came to pick me up—what’s going on?” 

He knows he must look taken aback, because he didn’t have time to prepare his expression for that kind of questioning. He barely had time to register her presence.

“Nothing, I—Pam called you?” he verifies, and then Pam walks in the door, hovers behind Cam, though she doesn’t try to explain herself to him. Cam just nods and moves closer.

“Yeah. She said you needed me, that it was urgent,” she says, her eyes flicking over his face, his body, the line between her brows worried. This is so different from their last interaction, and he has difficulty wrapping his head around it.

“And you came.” He says it flatly, is able to conceal his… what is it, wonder, that she could care about him so much? As if she can tell anyway—and she probably can—she reaches for him, rests her hand on his forearm.

“Of course. Are you alright? Do you need me?” 

“I think you should drink my blood,” he says before he has half a second to even think about the implications of it. Cam clearly feels the whiplash of his statement, blinks slowly a couple of times as if processing it.

“Sorry, what? I must have missed some of the conversation,” she tells him, and Pam perks up over Cam’s shoulder, nodding rapidly. 

She’ll have to wait, because Cam is looking at him like he’s growing a second head.

“I think you should drink my blood. It would further strengthen our bond—you’d feel me if I were in distress, as I feel you. And I would be able to find you, if something went wrong. It’s more reliable than other forms of communication.” 

He thinks briefly about the ways they already feel each other and wonders absentmindedly if this will be the thing that actually pushes him over the edge of sanity. Cam considers him seriously and eventually nods.

“Okay. I should—I mean, we should do that, right?” she asks, looking up at him for confirmation. It makes him feel… special, to know his opinion matters this much to her. “Are there any side effects I should know about? I know your blood can heal, and I just consider that a perk.” 

Eric nods, and sighs, hopes what he tells her won’t put her off the whole idea.

“You may feel some physical changes for a while after you drink, like stronger senses, a bit more speed and agility. Mentally, you might find that I cross your mind more often. It’s part of the enhanced emotional tether we’d share. We’ll be even more attuned to each other’s state of being than we are now.”

She sets her bag down on the bar, but doesn’t appear phased by his admission.

“That’s good. It will help with the… stuff. The work, and the protection, mostly. So how do I—I mean, do you cut yourself, or bite yourself, or do I have to bite you?” she asks, gesturing to his neck. “I’m not sure I can bite that hard.” 

“I would cut or bite myself to bleed for you,” he assures, his throat nearly closing up as he says the words. Five minutes ago this wasn’t an option, and now they’re discussing the specifics like it’s about to become reality. He’s surprised to find himself overwhelmed. “It is a very strong bond, Camila,” he says as a final disclaimer, giving her time to think this over if that’s what she needs. “Very strong, but breakable, in time.”

“I’m not worried about that,” she says more quickly than she probably should. Part of him wishes she would worry—that he’s bad for her, that he’s pushed her this far already, that he wants her like he’s never wanted in his existence—but her tone is determined and sure. “Can we do it tonight?” 

“Yes,” Pam answers for him, walking up beside her. Cam drops her hand where she’d been touching Eric and takes a half-step away from him. “You can go do it now, in the office. It’s nothing ceremonial, just a quick nip and you’re on your way,” she says with a saccharine smile. Cam looks at her, tilts her head, and eventually looks back at Eric. 

“She’s being way too nice. Does she gain anything from this? Commission, or something?” Cam asks, half-joking, and it does lighten the mood and bring a huff of a laugh to Eric’s lips. He shakes his head.

“No, she’s just nice sometimes; I know it can be unsettling.” He puts his hand on her shoulder, walking toward the back of the bar and bringing her along beside him.

“Very,” Cam says as she glances over her shoulder at Pam before walking through the office door. 

Eric closes it and pauses, taking a deep, unnecessary but very needed breath.

“I know this is sudden, and what I’m asking of you is no small thing. If you need time to think it over…” Eric begins, his gaze soft on Cam’s face. Cam shakes her head.

“I know, and the same goes for you. I’m sure you’ve been thinking about this, weighing your options, and I want you to know I understand that it’s important to you, sharing your blood like this. I don’t take it for granted.” 

It takes him a moment to let that sink in, she thinks, can almost see the gears turning behind his eyes.

“I appreciate you saying that. It’s not something I do every day, but I am sure, if you are.” 

He steps closer to her, gently touches her face, and she flashes back to that night at Melanie’s, the ride home after. Her throat constricts and her heart pounds in her chest. 

That’s not what this is, she reminds herself. This isn’t dedication to each other, or something done out of lust or love. It will benefit them both, and Eric has decided the reward outweighs the risk. That’s all it is. 

Still.

“I’m sure.”

With that, he nods and steps backward toward the desk, then leans against it and tugs up the sleeve of his v neck sweater, displaying thick, pale forearm and smooth, unmarked wrist. His eyes, darker than usual—probably due to the dimness of the office—linger over her lips, then meet her own gaze, and he lets his fangs fall without the usual fanfare. 

She steps toward him and takes his hand, an acknowledgment of the seriousness of this, of the preciousness of this thing he’s offering; when he lifts his wrist to his mouth, their fingers are wrapped together. 

He punctures his own skin like he would a human’s, two small wounds welling up with blood—and the way he looks at her as he does it, like they’re already tethered, like he’s seeing into every corner of her… it makes her heart race, her face flush. She does what feels natural—and maybe that’s taking it a step too far, but she can’t help herself—and sinks to her knees, bringing their hands to about thigh level before catching the slowly falling drops with her tongue. 

At first, she sucks in a way that feels graceless and a little humiliating, so unfamiliar with this action in this context, but when Eric moans at the pressure of her mouth it becomes pure hunger. She takes his offering for the gift that it is, bunching the fingers of her other hand into the fabric of his sweater just over his stomach, and she drinks, and drinks, and drinks. 

It has to be more than enough, she thinks around a moan of her own—it’s less about the taste for her and more about the feel of it, slick on her lips and warmer than she would have expected—but when his free palm falls to the top of her head, pushing her hair back from the curve of her face, all she knows for certain is that she never wants it to end. 

It does, though, like all good things, and then Eric guides her to her feet and leans in for a deep, long, kiss that she feels with her entire body. He easily shifts their positions, so she’s the one propped against the desk, and then he pushes her onto it, curls his fingers around the back of her neck and keeps kissing. 

They trade groans as their mouths move, frenzied, her hands grabbing at his shoulders, his careful but possessive on her face and throat. Her legs are parted, and she wants to wrap them around his body, pull him in closer and closer until they’re as tightly pressed as she needs them to be, but he slows his kiss and ultimately, unfortunately, backs away. 

Icy blue eyes peer into hers as he moves fingers to her chin, tipping her face up so she’s locked in his gaze. Her chest heaves, and her body trembles like there’s something inside that wants to burst out of her skin and present itself to him, though she’s not sure what that may be.

“You will feel me, now,” he says, back to business as if he hadn’t just kissed her until she was lightheaded and thrumming with desire, as if he’s not hard in his pants, from the blood sucking or the kiss, she’s not sure. “I will find you, wherever you are.” 

“And I’ll find you,” she confirms, wetting her lips; she’s almost surprised to taste his blood there, metallic but sweet, even more surprised when he swipes his thumb through it and brings it to his own mouth. 

“All you need to do is call for me, and I promise I will come.”

“Why did you call her?” Eric asks Pam later, after Cam is long gone and the bar is closing up. Pam rolls her eyes and counts a stack of cash.

“Because I’ve had enough. You were moaning her name in your sleep,” she says, with an unsubtle hint that she finds the thought nauseating. She pauses her counting and flicks her eyes up to his. “I don’t normally like mixing business with pleasure, but I still think things would be better if the two of you just fucked already. And now that you’ve shared blood—” she begins, but he stops her with a look.

“She drank mine. I still haven’t tasted hers.” 

For some reason, that lights her eyes up, puts a smirk on her merlot-painted lips.

“Really?” she asks in a lilting tone. “I would have figured you’d taken a sip during one of your, ‘investigations.’”

It’s Eric’s turn to roll his eyes, and he walks away, but unfortunately, Pam follows.

“Why would she want me to? Why would she want someone like me? With the desires I have for her?”

“She’s not exactly an angel herself,” Pam tells him, and he turns abruptly on his heel, knows she must see fury in his eyes. She raises her hands in apology. “Easy. All I mean is, I’ve seen the two of you together. She knows you, darkness and all, and she still wants you. She’s practically shown her belly trying to submit to you—either that or she deserves a good damn Academy Award.”

“That doesn’t mean I should take advantage—”

“Eric, come on, you love taking advantage,” she says sternly, hands moving to her hips. She looks like a teenager, and he finds that agitating.

“Not like this,” he says, pointing a finger at her, ending the conversation effectively with just that gesture and a few final words. “Not of her.”

He doesn’t dream of Cam that night, doesn’t need to: he can practically feel the slip of cotton over her skin as she changes into pajamas, the softness of the pillow when she lays down her head.

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Hi!!! I randomly found ur Eric northman fic and I’m so glad cuz it’s great!!❤️ I’m obsessed!! It’s such a good idea & idk if u still write for him but I’d love more with him and his wife!!🥰❤️

I actually had another drabble written up about them I never posted, so here you go ;)

If you're new here, this is sort of a part 2/continuing miniseries for my first Eric x Reader one-shot Saccharine.

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Glamour

Pairing: Eric Northman x F!Reader

Summary: Sookie gets her chance to meet the mysterious Y/N and learns about her odd connection to Eric Northman.

Tags: Eric Northman x F!reader, true blood, vampire, imagine, female reader, reader x Eric Northman, one-shot, true blood imagine, Eric Northman imagine

Words: 1.3k

Rarely did Sookie Stackhouse ever express immediate disdain upon meeting someone.

She was raised in the south, and southern manners dictated a fair assessment before judgment. Though Sookie’s judgement could always be sped up by her telepathic abilities, remaining outside of someone’s mind to make a judgement was something she strived to do. It wasn’t always easy, but keeping company with vampires had changed that.

Up until they arrived at Hotel Carmilla in Dallas, that was.

Sookie and Bill were getting Jessica and the man who’d tried to kidnap them at the airport settled in the lobby. The man was complacent and empty, thoughts betraying nothing to Sookie’s intentional probing. The red-headed vampire sat across from him eagerly, glamoring him out of his mind as she waited for a room. Bill and her had almost made it to the check in counter when a woman's voice drifted to their ears.

“Well isn’t this sweet.”

Sookie was so taken aback by the sugary tone that she froze temporarily. Bill tensed beside her, and his hand found its place on the small of her back.

“Stay close to me.” He murmured.

Sookie swallowed and turned around, locking gazes with the richest eyes she’s ever met. The woman did not appear much older than Sookie, but her presence was ethereal and calming. Her hair was tied into a loose knot, with pieces falling to frame her face and accentuate the vortex of her eyes. They were an odd color, with a cat-like sharpness that snapped Sookie out of her trance.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. Compton.” Her voice maintained its original tone, corrupted only by a child-like glee not associated with vampires. “And you must be Sookie Stackhouse.”

Sookie smiled at the woman as she approached. Her hips swayed with incredible cadence, steps silent in the hotel’s nearly empty lobby. Bill grew closer once again, and Sookie was shocked to realize she had forgotten his presence so near her side.

“Yes, and it’s nice to meet you, Miss..?”

Bill stepped forward, gesturing between the two. “Sookie, this is Y/N.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms. Stackhouse. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” Y/N practically purred her name, eyes carefully searching Sookie’s face.

“So, you two know each other?” Sookie looked to Bill for help, perturbed by the intense energy that radiated off of the being before them.

“Yes. We have known each other for many years.” Bill explained, moving to put himself back at Sookie’s side as opposed to in between the women.

Purely out of habit, her mind reached out towards Y/N’s. She felt the familiar warm feeling that a mind emitted, and heard a single word.

‘Gotchya’

Sookie’s hands clutched at her temples as she was thrust out of the warmth. Bill immediately grasped her shoulders, supporting her as she forced herself upright. He bared his fangs, and a raucous giggle filled the lobby.

“What did you do to her?” Bill demanded. Sookie turned into his body, half-hiding against his chest. A hand still clutched at her temple in a feeble attempt to thwart the inevitable migraine.

Jessica appeared beside the group suddenly, fangs bared and pupils narrowed. Sookie was taken aback by her appearance. “Jess?”

“What is that amazing smell?” The young vampire questioned.

It seemed her subconscious knew, as her eyes were glued on Y/N.

“That would be-” Y/N stopped abruptly when Jessica blurred forward and wrapped one hand around the column of her throat. Hypnotic eyes flicked carefully to Bill before focusing back on Jessica.

Y/N smiled from her compromised position, pupils directed to the redhead’s eyes. Sookie watch Jessica freeze completely in place, and her hostage smiled.

“Jessica, is it?”

A single nod.

“Good. Listen Jessica, I am not a buffet. I smell awfully good, but you don’t want to hurt me. I fear you and your maker would be taken from this existence.”

Jessica’s face crumpled. “My Maker?”

“Yes. Now sweetheart, stop choking me please. Go back to your glamoring session with the bald man, yeah?” Y/N directed. Her voice was dripping with honey, and Jessica immediately complied with her request.

The woman brushed off her long-sleeve jacket, which Sookie noticed had Fangtasia’s logo emblazoned over the left breast. Her mind automatically reached out again, only to receive what felt like a slap to the face. Bill’s arm grew tighter around her when she flinched.

“I thought it was clear before- I don’t do mind games.” Y/N licked her lips, raising a single eyebrow at Bill. “And I’d put those fangs away if I were you. I don’t think your sheriff would be too happy if you damaged me.”

“What are you?” Sookie murmured the question from the safety of Bill’s arms, stunned by both the trance she put on Jessica and her flippant attitude.

Y/N smiled, revealing rows of white teeth. “Now that’s a good question. Why don’t you take a seat, and we’ll have a drink?”

Bill looked as if he was going to argue but thought better of it. Sookie allowed him to guide her to a nearby loveseat, opposite the walkway where Jessica sat. Y/N followed behind them, perching on the armrest of a chair. She whistled sharply at a nearby busboy.

“You. Here.”

The boy looked scared upon his approach, but Y/N only smiled sweetly. “Can you bring me a Tru Blood and something fruity and sweet for Miss Southern Belle?”

“O-of course, Mrs. Northman. Anything else?”

Sookie froze at the title, eyes darting to Bill who made a ‘patience’ gesture with his hand.

“That’ll be it, thank you darling.”

Their impromptu host focused her attention back on them, eyes sweeping over the inquisitive look on Sookie’s face. “Am I really that rumpled today?”

Bill forced a smile at her just as Sookie was beginning to understand the false pretense he was putting on in her presence.

“I believe Sookie was curious as to your surname, not your appearance.” He set a hand on Sookie’s shoulder. “Y/N is Eric’s wife.”

Sookie’s eyebrows might as well have climbed into her hairline. “Married? To Eric?”

Y/N waved a hand in the air. “Semantics. It was a legal move many years ago… I always planned on getting a divorce, but what can I say? Being married to a Sheriff has its perks.”

“You’re a vampire? What did you do to Jessica?”

“Now you’re asking the important questions.” Y/N smiled when the busboy came back with a tray holding two drinks. She offered the pink, slushie drink with a little umbrella to Sookie, and uncapped the Tru Blood. Her eyes scanned the contents before holding it out to Bill.

“Thank you.” He gritted, nodding at the woman.

“You are so welcome.” Y/N folded her hands on her lap. “As for your questions: No, I’m not a vampire. And- Jessica- it's just a glamor. That aspect is a bit vampire-esque, I'll admit.”

“Glamor? You can’t glamor vampires.” Sookie knew her statement was worthless, but her half-functioning brain had to spit something in response.

“I never said I didn’t have abilities.” Y/N slid down the arm of her chair, sitting sideways across the cushion. “Most know me as gorgon, of the Greek variety.”

Sookie stared, "Like Medusa? You ain't got snakes for hair as fair as I see."

"Not anymore." She smirks, "A vampire tried to turn me long ago, but the transformation didn't quite take... most vampires call me spirit, and they’re right- kind of- but I’m not. I have a corporeal body.”

“But you are evil.” Sookie clamped a hand over her mouth as Y/N’s jaw opened in surprise.

“Mr. Compton, your girlfriend is quite brazen.”

Sookie was expecting anger, but only childish laughter came.

“But I suppose mythology would see it that way." The woman smirks, canines pointed just a bit more than any human's should be. "Don’t be afraid, Sookie. I won’t hurt you.”

Y/N’s eyes showed no signs of deceit.

“Besides- what would I have to gain? I’ve been alive a long time, I don’t plan on messing it up now.”

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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

@loliwrites @hausofobsession @kalliravenne

[thatfanficstuff]

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.”

[wondersofdreaming]

1 out of 9 in the making

Characters: Alexander Skarsgård x female reader

Word count: 1.525

Warnings: Nothing but fluff.

Author’s note: Request by @shweed55:

“First I have to say I love your writing!! (And your taste in men.) I looked for your master list with Alexander Skarsgård, but couldn't find it. I was hoping to read something involving Alex/Eric Northman as a new father. Nervous, awkwardness, and just adorable dad energy. I know this is super specific, if it's not something you're into I understand. Thank you.”

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader, the baby, and the dog, who are figments of my imagination.

MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

Happy wasn’t exactly the first word that popped into your mind, when you looked at the stick in your hand. Two blue lines were shown inside the little display. You would probably say that ‘dread’ was the first word you thought of. Were you even ready to become a mother? Was your husband ready?

What a stupid question. Of course, your husband was ready for children. He had been since before you started dating him. He had been announcing that he wanted more children than his own father, who had eight - seven sons and one daughter. Ergo, he wanted NINE children. You had nearly passed out when he told you. You had thought he had been joking, but looking at his face, he was dead serious about having nine kids or more.

You cursed in 10 different languages as you paced your bedroom. Your Great Dane walked with you around the room, which comforted you a bit. Eventually, you sat down on the massive bed and cuddled up with your loving dog.

“What do I do?” You asked him. He just looked confused at you with his big blue eyes. You sighed and decided to google a few ways to surprise fathers-to-be.

A few days later

“Something smells amazing,” you heard your husband say from the front door. He walked in with a bouquet of red roses.

“Better be. I’m making your favourite pasta dish,” you told him. He snooped closer and wrapped his arms around your torso. He planted a kiss to your shoulder, another on your neck, then your cheek, and lastly, he turned your face to kiss you right on the lips. His beard tickling you.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

“I’ve missed you too. How was New York?”

You stirred the sauce and looked down at your cardigan, hoping it hadn’t unbuttoned while he hugged you. You didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

“It was lovely, but you weren’t there, so I was quite lonely,” he pouted. He kissed your cheek once more and went to put the flowers in water.

“Maybe next time,” you said and pulled out a string of pasta, chewing on it to feel if they were al dente. “Pasta is ready. Will you grab a few plates, please?”

“Of course.”

An hour later dinner had been eaten, you were sitting on the sofa. Your tall, blonde, and blue-eyed husband was pouring two glasses of red wine. You fiddled with your cardigan. It was now or never. You unbuttoned it, shook it off and tossed it over the back of the sofa. You stretched out your homemade T-shirt, flaunting it in front of your husband, who was oblivious to what was happening.

“Do you like my new shirt?” You asked cheekily. He turned towards you with a wicked smile, but the smile disappeared as he read what was on your shirt.

“1 out of 9 in the making.” He read out loud, looking confused, then it dawned on him. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded nervously. He downed his glass of wine, put the glass on the coffee table before inching closer to you. He splayed his large hand over your still flat belly. His other hand cupping the back of your head. He put your foreheads together, closing his eyes as he took in the moment.

“I didn’t think I could be happier than the day you married me, but this moment might have surpassed that,” he whispered.

“You, Alexander Skarsgård, are going to be the best father in the entire world.” You told him matter-of-factly.

Seven months later

Alex was standing at the window overlooking the city. In his arms were his new-born daughter, who was happily content in his arms. You looked at your husband, really looked at your husband. He wore a simple mustard-yellow T-shirt and a pair of grey jeans. His hair was a mess from having run his hands through it a million times during the birth of your little girl. He hadn’t wanted to hold her, afraid he would break the tiny baby, but you had put her into his arms, carefully of course, and he hadn’t wanted to part with her ever since, except for the few times she needed to be nursed. You had slept a few hours like a rock. That’s what 36 hours of being in labour, trying to bring your daughter into the world, would do your body.

You had more than once blamed all the pain of the contractions on Alex. You even told him that this was the only child you would ever give him, during a really bad one. He had taken it as the ‘pain’ talking. You would give him a hundred children as you looked at him now. Your little girl stirred in his arms and her cries slowly got louder.

Alex moved back towards the bed, his eyes catching yours in a tender moment. He handed you the tiny bundle of joy.

“So, what should we name her?” He asked.

“You shut down all the names I had on my list,” you told him.

“They were all… how do I say this directly, but kindly?”

“Oh, just spill it.”

“Non-Swedish.”

“Then come with Swedish girl name that will fit her.”

He motioned for you to scoot over a little, so he could sit on the hospital bed with you. He wrapped an arm around you. The tip of his fingers caressing the top of your daughter’s head as she nursed.

“How about Alva?”

You contemplated for a moment. Looking down at your tiny baby girl. Alva. It was a good name for her.

“Alva it is,” you said and kissed the soft little head.

Back home

You carefully lifted the car seat and moved towards the front door of your home. You heard your dog scrambling inside, which made you giggle, but Alex was having doubts about bringing your new-born home. What if something happened to her? What if she got sick? What if you left for a few hours and she started crying for food? Alex stopped you before you got to enter the house.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Are we ready to be alone with her?” He whispered nervously. You could feel the anxiety pouring out of him.

“Stop doubting. We’ll be fine. You’ll be a great father. Trust me,” you reassured him and walked inside. Your dog was sniffing the car seat, wondering what you had brought home for him. You carefully sat your daughter down, so your dog could get to know her. Alex was wearily looking, he was ready to grab the collar of your dog if he became too rough. But your sweet loving giant dog put his snout atop your baby’s legs and just stared at her with love in his blue eyes.

“Good boy,” you said and petted him across his back. Alex let out a breath of relief.

Later that day you were napping, when you heard Alva screaming her lungs off. Alex was walking around the living room, trying to calm her down. He looked up as you entered.

“I’ve fed her, changed her, bounced and walked around for half an hour, nothing is working,” he told you. You could hear the panic in his voice. None of the baby books he had read, had prepared him for a baby that kept crying even though he had tried all the soothing methods.

You smiled softly at him, as you led him to the sofa. You pushed him gently, so he was sitting with your daughter cradled in his arms. You moved your daughter from his arms to a vertical position, with her head on his chest where his heart was.

“Now, sit still, calm down, chill, relax. She’ll be soothed by your heartbeat in no time,” you said. “I’ll go make you a cup of coffee. You look like you need one.”

The baby’s cries slowed down to a whimper, and when you came back with the coffee, she was soundly asleep on Alex’s chest. His hand was rubbing her tiny back in a soothing motion. He accepted the mug with his other hand, taking a slow sip.

“How did you know this would work?” He asked you curiously, as you sat down with a cup of tea.

“My mum told me. Whenever my siblings or I were fussing as babies, she would let us listen to her or our father’s heartbeat. The baby remembers the sound from before she was born.”

“Huh, a trick I need to remember next time you take a nap. Thank you, älskling.”

He leaned in to kiss your cheek, which moved your daughter, who started fussing again.

“She’s hungry.”

Alex moved the tiny baby to your open arms, watching curiously as she suckled on your breast.

“Any more tips to calm a baby I need to know about?” He asked and kissed your temple.

“Call your mum, love. She’ll be your best friend when it comes to kids, and you do want nine, right?”

Alex huffed. Not so sure if he could handle nine kids anymore. He had some serious thinking to do.