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living in the dark Part II || eric northman x reader

pairing: eric northman x reader

rating: explicit, minors DNI

warnings: dirty talk, throne sex, King!Bill, mentions of blood sharing

author's note: there are not enough fics about eric fucking northman

______________________________________________________________ You miss the sun the most. It is a small and maybe unimportant thing in the day-to-day lives of average humans, but you miss it. When night comes and you are able to go out into the muggy, Louisiana heat you immediately miss the soft caress of sunshine on your skin. But there is no way back from what you are now, and Eric feels bad enough that he had to turn you in the first place. There is absolutely no reason to make him feel any worse by expressing this yearning for something you will never see again. Besides, you may never see the sun, but you will live forever and that has to count for something. Right?

The pen twists easily between your fingers as you sit behind the desk in the office of Fangtasia. The accounts are carefully kept by you each week so, come Friday there is very little for you to do, which is a blessing and a curse. Because you’re hopelessly bored with all this freetime. A sigh passes your lips as you drop the pen and move to your feet. You stumble, still not quite accustomed to the speed and strength in your new immortal body. Pam says you’ll settle into it eventually, but you’re not so sure.

“Careful, I don’t want to replace another item of furniture.” A silky voice croons behind you. You turn to find Eric leaning in the doorway, blond hair slightly disheveled along with his leather jacket. A smile curves your lips.

“The door doesn’t count as furniture.” You point out, crossing your arms over your chest. He chuckles, walking over to stand in front of you.

His hand reaches out, fingers pressing against your cheek with a tenderness that always catches you slightly off guard. Eric turns your face up to his, mouth catching yours in a kiss that is chaste and soft. A sharp contrast to the way he’d been kissing you just a couple of hours ago when you two both got up for the day. The mental image comes to you so sharply that you feel your thighs clench together. Eric pulls back, looking at you with a mild amusement that says that he knows exactly what you’re thinking about.

“You are insatiable.” He tells you, but looks pleased.

“You’re dirty.”

“I’m not the one fantasizing.” He points out, moving out of your grasp and over to the desk, sinking down into the chair.

“Me either.” You mutter, sinking onto the leather couch across from his desk.

Eric leans back in the chair, legs spread as he tilts his head slightly to regard you. It is unnerving, the way he can just read you, like you’re a book and every thought or feeling is written plainly on your face for him to see. You look away, towards the door to the office that is securely closed, blocking out the noise from the bar. A Friday night means the bar is probably packed with all sorts of people looking for a little fun being so close to vampires.

Somewhere out there is a throne where Eric would usually be perched to watch over his patrons. Once you thought he did that because he wanted to perve on the women in the bar, but you know better now. As the Sheriff of Area 5 he keeps a close eye on all the vampires within his region, especially when there are drunk humans stumbling around. He doesn’t tolerate vampires without manners and you have watched him kick vampires out for not following the rules.

You turn your gaze back to Eric only to discover he is still watching you with an unwavering blue gaze. For some reason you feel yourself flushing and he smiles at you, shaking his head.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He urges and you shrug your shoulders, standing to approach him.

Eric adjusts his position as you slide into his lap, straddling his legs as you place your hands on either side of his face. You scan his expression and he scans yours as his hand trails up your spine with feather-light touches. Everything feels heightened now that you’re a vampire. Your vision, your sense of smell, even touch is more sensitive now. It feels like a slight electric current creeps up your spine and elicits a shiver that rolls through you. Eric wears a wicked grin. What was she thinking? For the briefest of moments you’d forgotten where your mind had been prior to coming over to settle in his lap. But now you have been reminded of the tone and general skew of your thoughts, which likely wouldn’t surprise Eric given none of your advances have been met with anything less than excited enthusiasm. He keeps telling you that eventually the constant desire and arousal would ease up, but so far you haven’t noticed anything different. You ache for Eric as much now as you had three weeks ago when you’d awoken for the first time as a vampire.

“Why do you want to know?” You question, looking into his face and trying to decipher the expression.

“Because I’m not a mind reader.”

“Thank god for that.” You mutter and he chuckles, hauling you in to press you against his chest.

It used to be disarming, being so close to someone and not hearing the sound of their heartbeat. But that isn’t the case now. Or at least, you are so accustomed to the silence that you barely notice it until you have a reason to. With your enhanced hearing abilities you can always hear the sound of human hearts pumping and their blood rushing, but vampires make no such noise, which is what makes them exceptionally dangerous. You’ve been snuck on by Pam more times than you can count despite her trying to teach you how to sense when someone with your condition is sneaking up on you.

“Are you going to tell me what you were actually thinking about?” Eric asks after a few moments of shared silence.

“Your throne.”

An amused snort sounds from the vampire as he leans back to look at you. “What about my throne?”

If you could blush you are certain that you would, but as it is you just feel the shame of having to explain such a thing. You look at Eric with narrowed eyes but he maintains feigned innocence almost convincingly. But you know better and you also know that he could absolutely surmise from your confession what you meant by that. But he wants you to explain it to him. And it isn’t meant to embarrass you, even though it does. There is something erotic about explaining your sexual fantasies to Eric. Maybe it's the fact that he will act on them, no matter how depraved. He feeds on your lust.

“You look good sitting in it.” You say finally and Eric’s hand comes up, fingers tracing your neck as his thumb moves up the center until it's under your chin. He uses it to tilt your head back, baring your neck to him.

“As much as I would like to indulge that fantasy, we have other business.” Eric says, sounding genuinely disappointed. A frown creases your brow as you regard him.

“What other business?” You question and he sighs.

“Our King is coming to visit.”

He doesn’t seem all too pleased by this, but you both had been expecting it. Bill forced Eric to turn you as a punishment for working with you. He never wanted to confirm that you’d been turned, but Eric told you Bill has been asking about your magical capabilities. He must be coming to see them for himself. The thought fills you with a vague sense of dread and Eric must see this on your face as he leans forward to capture your mouth in a heated kiss, hand moving from your neck to your hair, tugging gently.

As if summoned by his announcement, the door opens and Pam stands there looking less than enthused. Her expression is the only announcement you need to know that Bill is here. You move to get up, but Eric stops you, hand on your cheek as he turns your face to his. His expression is determined.

“Do not let him intimidate you.” He orders.

You nod once and he looks content, releasing you to allow you the chance to get to your feet before he follows suit. Pam looks between you with vague interest. She is someone you have not had the chance to fully get to know, but the bond between her and Eric is nothing short than otherworldly. You have never seen a vampire/maker relationship that works quite like theirs, even the one you have with Eric is different from the one with his first progeny.

You walk behind her and she walks behind Eric. The bar has been emptied out, which must be disappointing given the crowd was enthusiastic when you came in from your day of sleeping and your brief entanglement with Eric that kept you from coming earlier. Now the crowd is gone, even Ginger is gone. You don’t like that, but you don’t comment as your eyes fall on the face of Bill Compton, the vampire King of Louisiana. His smile is nothing short of predatory and you have to make an effort not to sneer at him.

He’s sitting on the throne.

Your eyes meet Eric’s and for a moment you can see perfect rage reflected in the cool hue of his blue eyes, but it fades quickly as he turns his attention back to Bill. He is alone, or at least he appears to be, but you suspect there are likely others with him. Out of sight. The thought puts you on edge as you cross your arms over your chest even as Eric and Pam sit down, the former propping his feet up on the table his chair is at.

“What a warm welcome!” Bill says cheerily. Eric raises an eyebrow.

“Should I have hosted a parade?” He questions.

“A simple greeting would have been more polite.”

No one says anything. Bill’s gaze turns to you and you try not to wince. As much bluster as you had the last time you two met, you’re still acutely aware that he is the reason you can’t feel the kiss of the sun on your skin. He might not be a 1,000 year old vampire, but he wields a different kind of power. The kind of power that emboldens him to give vampires like Eric ultimatums that they have to follow through on. He’s the kind of vampire who kills humans or witches for the simple fact that they exist and he is afraid of them.

Pam crosses her arms over her chest as she casts a bored look over at Bill, he pretends not to notice as he levels Eric with a sharp look. You watch him and wonder what it is about him that appeals to Sookie when they first met. By your estimation Eric has always been the better looking guy, but maybe in the beginning Bill wasn’t as cruel as he is now. And if that is the case is it because of the newfound power or did the cruelty come before that? What is it that Sookie was drawn to? You make a note to yourself to ask her at some point.

“I see you complied with my order.” He comments. “Good choice.”

“Yes, well, you gave me a lot of options but that was the most attractive.”

“And what of her magic?” Bill asks in a demanding voice. It is less a question and more of an order.

“What of it?” You say with clear irritation. Bill’s eyes flash at you.

“Are you asking if she can still use magic or?” Eric counters, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Yes, can she still wield her magical capabilities?”

“Not as far as I can tell.”

“Did you test it?”

“No.” Eric admits honestly. Neither of you had mustered the courage to test out your magical capabilities because you were both worried about the outcome for very different reasons.

“Well then, we should remedy that.”

Bill claps his hands as he stands and you notice the way Pam and Eric stiffen out of the corner of your eye. It's funny, almost, to see how they both shift into their naturally defensive and protective natures. You wonder if Pam’s is some lingering remnant of Eric’s that she can channel through whatever bond connects them, but Eric has assured you this is not the case. Pam’s protectiveness of you is entirely her own, which is incredibly touching.

Bill approaches you and you can see how much restraint it is taking for Eric not to rush over and put himself between you and Bill. You do not cower as you look up at him. The memory of him holding you, suspended in midair, lingers in the back of your mind. It only makes you further wonder how Sookie and he were ever an item, but you don’t voice it. Time and place. It wouldn’t be a very good idea for you to piss him off, especially right now.

“Bold as ever.” He says and you can’t quite tell if he’s annoyed or amused.

“Did you want me to bow?”

“Why don’t you show us some of your magic?”

“I’m not a circus monkey here to perform at your whim.”

Eric snorts.

“You sorta are, though.” Bill says coolly, giving Eric a withering look as he turns his attention back to you. “Now, dance.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Anything.”

You take a step away from him and close your eyes, which is a dangerous thing to do in a room with a vampire like Bill Compton. Your mind is a racing stream of anxious thoughts that is going to be incredibly difficult for you to try and silence, but you know you have to. Your breaths come out evenly, chest rising and falling carefully. Slowly but surely your mind starts to quiet from the anxious stream to something akin to a calm, bubbling brook. You suck in a deep breath as you slowly open up the well of magic you know is still there.

It is different now. You probe the calm surface and ripples erupt but the surface is darker, like it has been corrupted by some spirit that lacks the inherent purity to be entangled with the magic within you. Automatically your eyes go to Eric, but he doesn’t say anything. His eyes are pinned on you so you close your eyes again, finding your center and pulling a handful of magic out for you to mold as you see fit.

A vision comes to you of your hair suspended around you, floating as if you’re underwater. Bill sucks in a breath and you open your eyes to see that the vision wasn’t quite a fantasy, but rather a true representation of what you look like right now. Bill’s face is paler somehow, which you didn’t expect was necessarily possible. Eric is smiling at you, obviously pleased to know that the problem Bill was trying to fix hasn’t necessarily been corrected. The only difference now is that you are also strong and exceptionally fast, which are both an advantage and disadvantage.

“How interesting.” Bill says finally.

Eric moves to your side and you notice that Pam has creeped right up behind Bill as if they’re waiting for some unspoken action from the man. Is he going to attack you? You did what he asked. But… you realize slowly. He is disappointed that your magic is still in working order because whoever gave him orders clearly didn’t want someone with your talents to survive. You step backwards into Eric’s chest and Bill shakes his head, laughing.

“I mean no harm.” He raises his hands innocently as if that might further prove his point. It doesn’t.

“Then you can go now.” Pam drawls and Eric is quiet, clearly in agreement.

“I can see you both are quite on edge.” Bill comments.

“I am sure you can understand why we might be wary.” Eric says. His tone doesn’t have any heat behind it, but there is an unspoken accusation or maybe commentary.

Bill might not be here to kill you, tonight, but he did threaten to kill you those few weeks ago when he gave Eric a choice. The Vampire King of Louisiana isn’t someone that you find yourself drawn to trust and clearly your maker and his first progeny feel the same way. All three of you are wearing cautious looks. But Bill makes no move to harm you, just as he said he wouldn’t. Instead he bends to pick up his jacket.

“I suppose my business is finished here tonight.” He says, looking over your head to Eric. You feel him nod as his arms come up to wrap around your stomach.

“I will inform the Authority you have complied with my orders.” His eyes shift to you. “I will also inform them of our very interesting new addition.”

Eric tenses and your blood runs cold at the thought of those vampires knowing that you possess your family’s ancient magic. Your maker moves, pushing you slightly behind him as he comes to stand in front of you, defensive. Bill looks amused at this but doesn’t comment as he looks at Eric with far more patience than he possessed the night you lost your human life and gained this vampire one.

“I would appreciate if we could keep that between us, Bill.” The way he speaks the other vampire’s name makes you wonder what their true relationship is to one another. Were they friends once? Allies?

“I’m afraid I cannot accommodate that request, Eric. I’m sure you understand.”

You watch him with a wary expression as he finally pulls on the jacket he’d been holding and starts to walk but stops right in front of you. You lift your chin, bracing yourself for whatever insult he is going to toss your way. But there isn’t one. He regards you with a cool expression before turning to leave the room and the bar with a final thud of the door.

No one moves for a moment until Pam and Eric return to their seats, but you remain standing. Your entire body feels like it is on fire and you forget to breathe, not that you need to necessarily, but you aren’t. Finally you flick your gaze to meet Eric’s and he offers you a frown and worried look. In a blink he’s in front of you, holding your face between his hands. You lean into his touch.

“I’m goin’ to bed.” Pam announces before departing. But neither of you respond.

“I hate him.” You mutter and Eric’s finger rubs over your cheek gently.

“I know.” He says sadly. “I don’t blame you.”

Another minute of silence stretches between you. Eric continues stroking your cheek with his gentle touch as he looks at your face, trying to read between the lines of your expression to what your real feelings are. The last thing you want is for him to be worried about your feelings in all of this. Bill is going to tell the Authority of your existence and then what? Would they come for you? Would they come for Eric? Would you be punished? Would Eric?

His thumb rubs up your nose and through the crease between your eyebrow, smoothing it with the small movement. You look at him with a frown, but he only tilts his head slightly to the side to regard you with a quizzical expression. You can tell he wants to know what you’re thinking. You know he wants to gauge your response to this newfound information. No secrets for you.

You take a step towards Eric, hands trailing down his shoulders as you make a conscious choice to focus on pleasure rather than worry. It is as though your maker is reading your mind because his hands move to your hips and the small of your back, pulling your body flush to his as his mouth comes down to capture yours in a heated kiss.

“I told you. You’re insatiable.” He accuses, pulling away for a moment.

Eric slides his hand down your cheek, then neck, then arm, until your fingers are entwined together and he slowly starts pulling you towards the raised stage and the wooden throne in the middle. He sinks down onto the seat, spreading his legs wide so you can stand in between them. His hand trails back up your arm and you shiver under his practiced touch. Everything feels heightened again, like an electrical current exists and is transferred each time your skin touches his.

Without a thought you sink down onto your knees and you watch as his pupils dilate with obvious lust. He sucks a breath in between his teeth as he leans forward to catch your lips in a punishing kiss that steals your breath. You cling to him, fingers curling in his short blond hair, but he is stronger and refuses to let you hold him there as his mouth continues moving. It moves down your cheek, down your neck, and back up. He pauses over the place that used to be your pulsepoint. Is that muscle memory? You don’t know.

He covers your mouth with his again, tongue licking into yours and exploring every inch of it. He tastes you and seems to relish in the flavor he finds there. You moan softly into his mouth as his arm wraps around you to pull you to his chest and into his lap. Your legs straddle his thighs and you can feel yourself getting wetter as his hands move through your hair and down to cup your ass, squeezing it.

Eric’s hands move to your hips pushing you down against his hardened length, straining against his back jeans. You whine at the subtle friction but it isn’t enough to do anything more than make you frustrated and remind you of what you’re missing.

“Tell me what you want.” He demands in a husky voice, mouth pressed against the sensitive skin on your neck.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say desperately.

“I’m not finished teasing you yet.”

As if to demonstrate his point his hand slips down the front of your pants and his fingers dip between your folds, running through the slick arousal that has pooled there. Your hips move into his hand as he rubs at your clit. His eyes watch you with cool indifference, but there is a heat in his gaze. Not even Eric Northman can hide all the evidence of his lust, least of all when his pupils are blown wide and he’s looking at you like he would like to devour you. You lean forward to kiss him and he kisses you with a ferocity that surprises you, his teeth graze over your bottom lip, blood welling which he promptly licks away. You hadn’t even noticed him bite down.

You moan, hips trying to find that right amount of friction, but Eric moves his fingers in such a way that you’re not able to. Just when you feel like you might have found the right movement or angle he changes and you’re left feeling empty and frustrated. A groan passes your lips each time until you wrench your mouth free of his and regard him with a narrowed glare. He feigns complete innocence just as two fingers slip into your wet heat and you let out a low keen of pleasure.

“Fuck me, Eric.” You plead in a breathless whimper. “I need your cock inside me.”

The depravity of your words sings to the primal desire that you see reflected back to you in his expression. Eric is more beast than man, anyone who knows him would likely agree that whatever humanity he once possessed has been lost to time. But you love that about him. His connection to his more basic instinct means he is fiercely protective and loyal. But it also means that Eric fucks you like it might be the last time he has the chance to.

Without warning Eric shreds through the cotton fabric of your t-shirt, leaving your skin bare. Maybe it was a mistake not to bother with a bra, but you don’t have much time to feel regretful because as soon as your naked skin is exposed to him his mouth is on you. Teeth and tongue trace along the sensitive skin of your breast. His hand comes up to fondle your other and his fingers work your nipple into a hard pebble as his tongue and mouth do the same on the other side.

Your body arches into his touch as a lustful ache starts to settle in the pit of your stomach. You need him. You have never felt desire as strong as it is right now for him. Your hips move against nothing as your fingers curl in his hair, tugging incessantly. It seems that each tug in a specific direction is rewarded with him moving the opposite way.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me.” You demand and Eric chuckles, leaning back.

“But you look so pretty when you’re irritated with me.”

“I… please.” You plead with him, moving his hand from your breast, back down into your panties.

Eric’s expression darkens as he gathers your pooled arousal on his fingers and promptly sucks them into his mouth as he watches you, reading your reaction. The image sends a dark thrill through you that only makes you want Eric more.

There is a quiet rustling as he shifts his hips to unbutton his pants. Your mouth opens to protest, to point out that your jeans are still on, but you don’t get a chance. Your jeans are torn right in half and fall to the ground in a useless heap of fabric. Your panties follow and without any warning Eric frees his cock from his jeans and sheaths it inside you. A cry of pleasure pierces the silent, empty bar as you are finally filled with what you were asking for, begging for.

“So pretty with my cock in you.” He murmurs, fingers rubbing at your clit in lazy circles.

You aren’t able to say anything, because before you can Eric starts thrusting in and out of you in hard snaps of his hips. Your mind goes blissfully blank as each thrust brings a pleasurable wave over you. You can’t think of anything except the pleasure and the way he’s building you towards your orgasm.

His fingers curl in the hair at the base of your skull, the other hand on your hip to keep you in place as he thrusts in and out of you at an inhuman speed. Your fingers wrap around the wooden arms of the throne, holding onto it as if it might keep you grounded enough to not lose your mind. But he’s thrusting so deep that he’s hitting just the right spot.

“Oh, fuck, Eric.” The words are pulled out of you at the same time as your orgasm. Your senses all short circuit for a moment, but Eric never falters.

Instead he moves, in a blink you find yourself kneeling on the throne. Eric positions your hands on the back as he shoves his length back inside you with a grunt. A soft cry passes your lips at the new angle. It’s deeper and allows him the ability to pull almost all the way out before sheathing himself again. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to start building again.

“That’s it.” He encourages, leaning down to kiss your exposed neck, sucking a mark over your pulsepoint, but it won’t bruise. You aren’t human, not anymore.

You are so lost to pleasure that not even that thought can pierce through the haze of your bliss, which you will be grateful for later. Eric’s hand reaches around to rub your clit as another orgasm is pulled through you. His fangs click out and you wonder for the briefest moments if he’s going to bite you.

But he doesn’t. There is no point.

Instead he returns you to the position you were originally occupying. You are in his lap and you can feel that he’s getting close given the sloppy way he’s thrusting into you now.

“You’re perfect.” He says against your skin. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You echo. He growls.

He thrusts two more times before you feel his hot cum spilling inside you. Eric’s hips still as he draws you to his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you protectively. He presses a kiss to the side of your head and you feel yourself closing your eyes. You are suspended somewhere warm in the aftershocks of your orgasms. His hands rub up your back and arms softly.

“I love you.” You find yourself murmuring before you can think better of it.

Eric pulls back, hand coming up to cup your cheek as he presses his mouth to yours.

“I love you too.”

#morning reblog #eric northman/reader

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