#eric northman x fem!reader

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

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

please, thank you, love youuu!!! 🩵🩵

𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞

eric northman x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you,” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eric,” you sigh. 

“Drink,” he says. 

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” you say. “Eric.”

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

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Death Becomes Us

Part 5: The Baptism vampire!Eddie x supernatural!fem!Reader

Summary: You venture into the Upside Down for the first time ever to go to a vampire bar called Sacrament, owned by an older vampire named Jareth (inspired by Jamie Campbell Bower & Eric Northman of True Blood), and end up being recognized by one of the employees. Hints to your past are revealed, and you end up with a new protector. wc: 6.8k

18+Only, mature content, vampire sex, vampire orgy,mention of being covered in blood, mention of someone dying in a car accident, mention of a dead body in a morgue, demobats, wielding a knife, visions of sex, vampire!Eddie.

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A/N: A few things to keep in mind while you (hopefully) enjoy this chapter: the Upside Down is a place, but does not exist in the same way as in the show. Eddie's vampire origin story is different than the kas!Eddie origin story. All of the ST characters in this story are not acquainted in the same way they were in the show.

pls no minors beyond this point

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Part 5: The Baptism

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“Seatbelt?”

Windows open, music blaring, Eddie shifted gear on the GTO and motioned for you to strap in. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing his, but then again he had the immortality thing on his side.

“Mind telling me exactly where we are going?” You asked, clipping your lap belt and adjusting the strap.

“I told you,” Eddie cleared his throat. “A vampire bar.”

“But, I work at a vampire bar,” you added. “It’s not exactly new to me.”

Eddie barked a laugh, clamping his hand way up high on he steering wheel. “Those geeks who go to Main Vein are babies, they are all fairly new to the life. No self-respecting vampire with any real years under their belt would go in there.”

“So, you don’t have any self-respect, I assume?” You chided, being that Eddie had been a frequent flier at Main Vein.

Eddie shrugged. “I’m a baby vampire compared to most. I’m talking about vampires who were turned hundreds of years ago. Maybe even thousands in some cases,” he corrected.

A thought crossed your mind as you looked around at the polished and detailed interior of the vehicle you were in, eyeballing the guitar pick necklace dangling from the rear view mirror. “You’re not taking me somewhere in a stolen car, are you?”

Eddie licked his teeth. “Nah, Princess. This baby is all mine.”

The downtown area of Hawkins turned into suburban houses, and then opened up to a long highway flanked by thick forest as the muscle car zoomed along and you watched it all fly by from your window.

A corner of your brain flashed to a daydream just then. One where Eddie’s hand came over to grab your leg, squeezing it, and when you looked over, he’s licking his lips, eyes roaming your body. “Pull over,” you whisper to him, and he immediately obliges, peeling onto the side of the road, tires spitting up gravel, and whips it into park. Eager mouths meet in the middle, over the console, and his hand darts up to cup your breast and thumb your nipple over your shirt. You reach over to palm his erection, your pussy already throbbing and trickling between your legs. It isn’t long before you’re straddling his lap in the driver’s seat dry humping, bare breasts bouncing, begging him to bite you as his eyes go black.

“Did you hear what I said?” Eddie asked.

“No, I--” you swallowed to wet your dry mouth. “What was it?”

He rested the side of his hand on the dash to point in the direction of a green and white street arrow pointing down at a paved street that curved to the right. “It’s a little jarring at first if you’ve never been, but you’ll get used to it.”

Indeed, you’d never been to the Upside Down, but you had heard the stories, and forgot to exhale a breath stuck in your chest as Eddie fishtailed around the corner and a dust cloud enveloped the car. There loomed a big, white church with round windows and a large bell at the very top; it was enormous but also quaint, with flower baskets hanging from the porch and a well kept lawn. Up ahead, you could see a bridge; an old, covered wooden bridge at the end of a narrow, paved road, with a path leading directly to it, a crescent moon stamp in the dark blue sky.

“You ready?” Eddie asked, slowing down to hit the lip of the road with a bounce.

“Sure,” you replied, eyes ahead, getting closer to the bridge and further from the church.

You tried to fix your eyes when you realized the other end of the tunnel appeared to offer nothing but a pitch black void, and not a glimpse of the other side of the woods, as you would assume.

“What the---” you whispered the partial question to yourself just as the tires met the wobbly wood planks and you were under the shelter of the bridge, heading into a big, gaping nothing.

Eddie turned to get a glimpse of your face as you took in what it was like to go to the other side for the first time, and he tried not to smile, but lost the battle.

“Here we go, Princess,” Eddie mumbled, continuing to keep his foot on the gas without any aid of the break as the GTO met with the inky blackness.

Your our eyes closed reflexively at the way the car seemed to meet air and fall, gravity pulling it down, but only for a second or two before the wheels met with the ground again.

You opened your eyes to find that you were somehow on the same road, but it was also, very different. The grass on either side was dead and the dirt was dry; all of the surrounding trees were just bare limbs and jagged trunks jutting out of the earth. The sky was the color of a purple bruise, and you spotted a few large, odd-shaped birds soaring above.

“Demobats,” Eddie said on an exhale, following your line of sight, answering a question you hadn’t asked.

“Demobats.” You repeated the name as you watched a few loop lazily in the sky while Eddie followed the road and headed back toward the old church. “Do vampires turn into Demobats?”

“Damn, I wish,” Eddie snorted a laugh. “Now, that would be fun. But no, we don’t get to do any of the cool shapeshifting stuff of legends, and let me tell you, I felt robbed when I found that one out.”

Now, your focus was on the old church that you’d passed earlier, mouth slightly agape at the transformation. Matte black exterior instead of white, it loomed like bad news with bars over the round windows and a human skeleton hanging from the top rafters where the old bell used to be. Golden light filtered out from the double story building, and there was a large parking lot to the left filled with cars and motorcycles. A few enormous demobats perched along the roof; waiting and watching.

“The Demobats are a part of a hive mind, but they have free will,” Eddie continued filling you in on the set of Dracula that you had just landed in. “If a vampire bonds with one, the creature becomes a companion or protector.”

“Do you have one?” You asked right away, realizing you surely would’ve spotted a demobat hanging around the trailer park.

“Nah,” Eddie shrugged. “I’m not really a fan of them myself. Plus, it only works if you reside in the Upside Down, I think. Demobats don’t care much for humans.”

You were staring at the ones on the roof as they turned their heads to maintain eye contact with you. “That’s good to know,” you said under your breath.

The front door to the church opened as you passed it and you got a glimpse of the red light spilling out, and the crowd of bodies inside, loud music thumping in your chest.

Eddie waited for two tall, pale vampires with platinum hair in black trench coats to cross the parking lot in front of him before he continued in to park.

“Stay there,” he told you. You watched an abnormally tall and muscular, bald man with tattooed lines down his face get off the motorcycle a row ahead of you while Eddie came around to your door.

He opened it and extended his arm as if showcasing the parking lot. “Shall we?”

Although fascinated by this new peak into the odd world of vampires, the fact that this was not at all “on the way” to the trailer park made you a tad suspicious. What did vampire Eddie have planned for you?

The air was thick—humid without being warm or wet—and it smelled like burning firewood with a tang of metal. “Do you want to take my arm or hold my hand?” Eddie asked, running the tip of his tongue over his top lip, letting his eyes flick down your body. “It’s up to you, but we need to send a message that you are with me. It’s for your safety.”

“Arm is fine,” you swallowed, hooking your elbow with his, bare skin on the leather of his jacket. Behind the church was a dense thicket of forest, and the air looked like someone had just blown the fluffy bits off of a big dandelion. You palmed his bicep, feeling the bulge of muscle there, and he tucked your arm close, pinning it to his side.

From the few vampires you’d already seen in the parking lot and on the steps of the church, they were, indeed, physically much different than the vamps who occasionally popped into Main Vein. A group of guys rolled up on their motorcycles; long hair, earrings, bone jewelry, dressed in all black.

“I think that’s a human,” you noted, whispering to Eddie as you spotted the guy who worked in the produce section of the grocery story you frequented.

“Humans are welcome here, “ Eddie shrugged. “But it’s a huge risk because most of the vampires around these parts don’t follow Mainstreaming rules, they don’t like the peace pact that was made with Hawkins. They’d like it to go back the way it was: all of just hiding down here and coming out to feed in the shadows of night like feral animals.”

He squared his shoulders and stretched his neck as you both made it up the stairs. You passed a huddled group of three vampire women in latex outfits sprawled on the steps who seemed to hiss at you as you walked by.

There was a short line to get in the door, and a tall, dominatrix looking woman in a leather bustier with red hair and knee high stiletto boots was checking ID’s and apparently getting a read on people. You noticed her eyeball you a few times as you waited, zipped close to Eddie’s side.

She framed her hips with her hands and took an intimidating step toward Eddie; the two sized each other up with a serious lock of their eyes, but you noticed Eddie had a small smirk lifting up one side of his mouth.

“Edward,” she arched an eyebrow, the extremity of her heels making her just as tall as him.

“Maxine,” Eddie returned. You were so transfixed by the vampire woman in front of you, you barely noticed when Eddie slipped your arm down and took your hand in his. He squeezed it once, quietly reassuring you.

“Only Jareth calls me Maxine, you know this,” and then all of her attention went to you. “You can call me Max,” she said, looking you over from head to foot.

“She’s with me,” Eddie told her.

“I can see that,” Max inclined her head. “Welcome to Sacrament. What brings the two of you to our little corner of hell this evening?”

“She’s never been to a real vampire bar,” Eddie pumped his hand on yours again; it was smooth and cool, dotted in rough callouses. “Or to the Upside Down, for that matter.”

“A virgin, how sweet,” Max cooed sarcastically. “So, what is this? A date?”

“No!” You said it so fast, it made Max chuckle.

“Wait, what is that smell?” Max sniffed the air, got closer to you, and sniffed some more. She got so close, your noses were almost touching. “I can smell your blood, sweetheart, and damn does it make my mouth water.”

“Max—” Eddie warned.

“I know, I know,” she took a step back. “Okay fine, she’s yours. But I won’t be the only one who wants a taste, I hope you know.”

Eddie knew from the moment he met you that you were special. Not just because of the cotton candy electricity in your blood, but also the way you’d looked at him with those white eyes that first night out between the two trailers. You were human, but you were also something else, and he intended to find out what.

Max stepped back, allowing the two of you to continue on through the main door. Inside, the lighting was dim; all deep red and tangerine hues. From large speakers in the back, the song ‘In darkness you will feel alright’ by Horror Vacui filled the air. A long bar to the right, a few chairs and tables scattered around the middle of the room, and then a large dance floor where vampires writhed, some dancing at lightning speed, as if you were watching a video being fast-forwarded. There were two platforms on either side of the floor where dancers worked their bodies on a pole, slithering and spreading their legs wide. At the far back was a stage of some sort, and you could see a drum kit and a microphone.

You slipped your hand free of Eddie grasp, and he let you, but he stayed close; close enough that his arm was always brushing yours. “Drink?” He asked, shouting a bit over the music.

At the bar, you surprised Eddie by ordering straight whiskey, and then he ordered one of the synthetic blood substitutes called NuBlood. The vampire bartender stared at you with blank eyes for a long time as Eddie made the introductions; his name was Craven and he had long, black hair and a wash of dark tattoos over his chest and arms, exposed under the leather vest he wore.

“I see you brought a snack,” Craven flicked his eyes to you as he handed over the drinks. Vampires had the ability to retract their fangs, but Craven’s were out and long, cutting down into his bottom lip

“If that’s what you’d like to call it,” Eddie gave Craven a final nod and palmed both of the tumblers, determined to carry yours as well, and you followed him to a table.

Taking a sip of your whiskey, you chanced a longer look at Eddie. He had one elbow hooked behind the back of the chair, neck muscles tight as he grazed his full bottom lip with his teeth thoughtfully, his stare fixed somewhere in the distance. But then he looked at you and you lost your nerve, dropping your chin, lowering your glass.

You noticed a middle-aged man dress like an accountant in the middle of the dance floor grinding with one of the male vampires. The accountant had two sets of fang marks on his neck and the two seemed like they knew each other intimately.

“That’s a Fang Banger,” Eddie apparently knew exactly where your attention had gone, and now you were both trying to watch without making it obvious.

You’d heard the term before, but always had your questions to what exactly it meant.

Eddie continued. “Most of the humans who come here like to have sex with vampires and let them drink their blood,” he worked his jaw as he turned the glass in his hand. “And then of course there are humans who like to ingest vampire blood for it’s euphoric highs and healing benefits.”

You turned to face him. “Am I a Fang...Banger now that I drank your blood?”

“Not technically,” Eddie smirked, but shyly, gaze landing on his glass. “But if you’re interested I think I know a guy.”

For some reason, that little flirtatious moment gave you butterflies and you bit your lip, turning your attention back to the dancers on the floor.

“Didn’t you say you had to come here for work?” You were flustered to change the subject.

“I need to pick something up from a guy here,” he answered, ever so vaguely. “Finish these drinks first and then I’ll deal with it.”

That was when you saw him. Or, he saw you---you weren’t sure which happened first.

On the back stage, there suddenly stood a tall, blonde vampire with hair to his shoulders, slicked back from his face. His features were beautiful; perfect almost to the point of being surreal. Black shirt unbuttoned down to his navel, leather pants, fingers and wrists adorned in jewelry, and lips that were almost ruby red against his pale skin.

Max was on stage too, right next to him, talking as she continued to glance in your direction.

The tall blonde vampire’s gaze never strayed from you as he took in whatever information Max was giving him with a tilt of his head.

“Who is that guy on stage that keeps staring over here?” You tried not to look too obvious, leaning closer to Eddie.

Eddie grumbled. “That’s Jareth. This is his club.”

The vampire named Jareth had a very ancient, even otherworldly look about him. Confidence literally oozed from his perfect posture.

It wasn’t long before Jareth and Max were exiting the stage, and parting the crowd, headed in your direction. More like, the crowd parted for them; they were all in awe of his presence.

‘Aw shit, here we go,” Eddie said under his breath, fingering the rim of his glass.

“Well, well, well,” Jareth said with a velvet voice. He kept his arms to his side, and Max had hers folded across her chest. “What do we have here?” He had the lilt of an accent; British, perhaps?

With an air of reluctance, Eddie introduced you, and you followed his lead, getting to your feet, so that the two men would be eye to eye.

Jareth made his way around to your side of the table, sinking in as close as he could without breaching your personal bubble, and took your hand. “The pleasure is all mine,” he told you, bringing the back of your hand up to brush his lips against your knuckles, maintaining eye contact with you. His eyes were so blue, they were almost purple. You didn’t have to glance over to notice the way Eddie stiffened.

“You’re right, Max,” Jareth cooed. “She does smell good enough to eat.”

Eddie moved up closer to you, body flush against your arm. When Jareth finally released your hand, you turned to check in on Eddie, not realizing his mouth would be mere inches from your face, his hand snaking around the back of your hip.

“This is her first time,” Max reported with an air of amusement on her face.

“I’m glad we could be your first,” a smile warmed across Jareth’s face to show that his teeth were perfectly beautiful and white. “You’re just in time for The Baptism.”

You couldn’t have been more confused.

“That is,” Jareth continued, inclining his head at Eddie. “If it’s alright with your babysitter.”

“Only vampires can receive the Baptism,” Max added, smugly. “But you’re welcome to watch, sweetheart.”

In a flash, Jareth was face to face with you, right in your bubble this time, and you flinched a bit as his hand came up to cup your jaw, smoothing his thumb along the scar on your cheek. In a dreamy voice he said: “I do so love a girl who looks like she has stories to tell.”

Eddie seemed to be playing along for the sake of appearances, but you could hear him growl in reaction to the unwanted touch; you could feel it vibrating in his chest. You got the idea that Jareth knew exactly what he was doing by the way he winked at Eddie.

“You go with Max,” Jareth told you. “While Eddie and I finish up some business in my office.”

You gave Eddie a tentative look over your shoulder, wondering if this was a bad idea.

“I promise no harm will come to your little pet,” Max’s voice dripped with boredom and sarcasm. “And I won’t even take a nibble.”

You stayed close to Max, making your way through the sweaty crowd on the dance floor, checking over your shoulder only once to find that Eddie and Jareth were already nowhere to be found. Max’s shiny latex corset laced up with ribbon in the back, and on the exposed skin above was the top of some sort of large tattoo; it almost looked religious in nature like a Mother Mary motif. She led you down a wide stairway lit with red bulbs from above and the walls were painted black. You heard more music thudding below; you could even feel it in your feet.

“Watch your step,” Max warned as you took the final stair in to a hallway that was so dark you had to squint. Then there was another windowless door made of heavy metal, and it was guarded by that scary vampire with the bald head that you’d noticed in the parking lot.

He immediately stood up, flustered at Max’s presence.

Max patted his arm. “We’re just here to watch, Ronnie,” she told him, and he only glanced at you briefly before opening the airtight door with a loud clack and stepping out of the way.

Once you crossed the threshold, you’d be permanently separated from Eddie, and locked behind a bulletproof door. You only had a second to consider this before it clicked shut behind you.

In front of you now was a large room with a DJ spinning music inside a plexiglass box at the far end. The group of vampires who were already there were all too lost in their own world to notice or even care that someone had just come in. You continued to follow Max as you took in the fact that there were yoga mats and shower drains lined up along the floor.

“In here, sweet cheeks,” Max guided, opening another door and flicking a light on. The light was another deep red crimson color, so not much light at all, but you could see that there were three tiers that went up in elevation, and a row of chairs along each level, all facing a large picture window; the window faced the spacious room with the drains on the floor and the yoga mats.

She told you to take a seat, and you found one in the first row, lowering yourself into it with a noted level of hesitancy. In the seat next to you, Max patted your thigh. “It’s a guilty pleasure of mine to expose virgin eyes to the Baptism. I know you’ll love it.”

Again, you couldn’t tell if Max was being serious, or if she was still being flippantly sarcastic.

Over the speakers, an electronic female voice announced “2 minutes until The Baptism” and it was then you heard the rush of footsteps upstairs; vampires coming down to be a part of...whatever this was. The DJ behind the protected enclosure had green and black hair as the dark, pulsing music played, and a bit of fear hitched in your chest, mouth dropping open at the way the bodies flooded in through the doors. They were making out with each other and swarming in one large mass.

The energy down there was different than above. There was something more primal and… hungry. Perhaps a side of these monsters that they didn’t want to or couldn't let other humans see. You were too focused on the scene in front of you to notice the way Max kept glancing over, deeply amused by you.

The feminine, electronic voice began to countdown the seconds from 10, as the vampires danced and undressed each other, eyes black and fangs out. One of the women you recognized from the from steps earlier seemed to be looking directly at you, sneering, licking her pointed teeth, her short black hair spiky around her face.

“We can see them, but they can’t see us,” Max offered.

3...2...1

Your eyes followed the sound of the click: shower heads popped out from the ceiling. The mass of vampires tilted their heads back and opened their mouths, and then a red liquid you assumed was blood shot out of the sprinkler heads like water, raining down on everyone there, soaking them.

That was when the debauchery really started, and you realized what the yoga mats were for.

The blood shower worked them into a frenzy and they began to lick it off of each other, undressing each other as cocks and breasts were exposed, everyone reaching out to fondle their neighbor with unbridled enthusiasm. Some fell to their knees to orally please, and others were flat on the ground, a puzzle of fucked holes and faces, drinking the blood as they also used it for lubrication. Vampires had no fear of contracting STD’s or getting pregnant, so reasoned that it was all fair game. One of the vampires with long hair, wearing an enormous, lifelike, strap-on dildo, flicked her head back and a splash of blood flecked the window in front of you. A few continued to dance around, lost in the music and you had to look away from the fornication, bashful suddenly, but Max found your eyes.

“Have you ever done this?” You asked her. She was poised in her seat, legs crossed and fingers laced over her knee.

“No, never,” she admitted, to your surprise. “But I do so love to watch.”

While two naked vampires fucked doggy style on the floor right in front of your eyes, and the one on their hands and knees sucked another vampire off, you wondered if Eddie had ever done this. You wondered what it would feel like to see him standing out there, watching you, beckoning to you, while naked and covered in blood. The part of you that had ingested his crimson gift whispered that you would let him split you open right there in front of everyone, begging for his fangs sink into your throat.

It took all of your strength not to run into Eddie’s arms when you finally made it back up the stairs with Max. There were only 10 or 15 people on the main floor at that point, most of them human familiars, as the rest of the clientele were still downstairs breeding. The sprinklers were only on for five minutes or so, but it was enough to drench all of them as they fucked each other with insatiable hunger.

Eddie pushed off the bar when he saw you, eyes lighting up with wholesome relief.

“How was it?” He asked, taking note that Max was close behind you.

“Traumatizing,” you answered, even though a part of you had enjoyed it, but that was a part of you he didn’t need to know about.

“It was a pleasure to take your girlfriend’s Baptism virginity,” Max batted her eyes a few times.

Simultaneously, you and Eddie both:

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

“Whatever you say,” Max goaded, hands on her hips, waiting to see you both out. Craven was not too far behind her, both hands braced on the bar, staring you down with an intensity that seemed unnecessary at the time.

Eddie extended the crook of his elbow to you. “Let’s get you home.”

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“I know that girl,” Craven told Max once you and Eddie were long gone.

Max tilted her chin up, regarding him down the end of her nose. “I’m listening.”

“I read about her in an Unsolved Mysteries forum I belong to, it was a really odd story,” he wiped his hands on a towel as he talked. “At least, I’m pretty sure it’s her. That scar on her cheek, it’s unmistakable.”

Max gave a roll of her eyes. “Spit. It. Out. Craven. For fucks sake, I’m rotting internally over here.”

Jareth walked up beside Max, standing close, working his jaw.

Craven leaned forward, resting on his elbows. “There’s more than one story about her, both equally strange. First, supposedly, she was in a car accident, dead by the time the paramedics got there,” he paused for a beat.

Jareth looked out the bars of the front window just in time to see the taillights of Eddie’s GTO glow bright in the distance, on his way back to the crossing.

Craven spread his fingers on the bar as he explained, his face dire. “But, her body was stolen from the morgue, and it was never found.”

Max and Jareth exchanged a look. “So, she’s a ghoul? A zombie? What? I didn’t see any rotting flesh,” Max pushed. “She smells too good to be dead.”

Craven held his hand up. “Okay, but get this---apparently her grandfather ran a funeral home, and she lived there with her dad in the same house with all of the coffins and the embalming and whatnot. The rumors were that her dad, Dr. Wesley, was a complete nut job. He was some kind of genius, flew through medical school, became a surgeon.”

Max took a few steps closer, balancing her hip on one of the stools.

“But then his wife found out she had cancer and passed away 6 months later, when Eddie’s girl was just a teenager. After her mom died, her dad went off the rails. Became a real reclusive mad scientist, had some kind of laboratory in the basement where he brought road kill back to life and returned them to the woods.”

“That brings us back to her being in that car accident and disappearing from the morgue,” he paused for dramatic effect. “In the forum I belong to, a bunch of people suspected that he brought her back to life somehow, because---now listen to this---when he died a year after that, several witnesses said they saw her standing on the porch, clear as day.”

Max rolled her eyes. “If you’re fucking with us, I’m going to be very upset.”

Craven put his palms out as a sign of surrender. “Not fucking with you at all. But, I haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”

Jareth smoothed back his hair, waiting.

“In his will, Dr. Wesley left the house and all of his belongings to a woman by the name of “Dove”, and everything monetarily was handled through a third party. That was just a few months ago.” He took a sip of NuBlood and rolled his neck. “Jump ahead to a few weeks ago and, did you hear about that bus that got t-boned and then flipped over onto the train tracks, pinning all those kids inside?”

Max shook her head, but Jareth nodded slowly, eyes narrowing with his full attention, nostrils flaring slightly.

“And how somehow, miraculously, the bus was pushed off the tracks and out of danger just before the train came? And then the bus was flipped back onto it’s tires so that the kids could get out? Well, about ten of the kids described our new friend to a T, right down to that cheek scar.”

“Of course, no one believed the kids,” Craven shrugged. “And it wasn’t a vampire because it was still daylight out. But those of us who’ve been following this story think she’s reanimated, like Frankenstein’s monster, and somehow it gave her superhuman strength.”

“This is a stupid story,” Jareth intoned. “Of course this is all rubbish. Myth, legend, a ghost story for children.”

Max looked over at the door, as if you might be standing there.

“You mean, like vampires?” Craven offered with a lift of his eyebrow.

Max squinted, remembering how uneasy you had been earlier. “She doesn’t seem very strong to me.”

Craven brought a beer to a human at the end of the bar, and then continued when he came back. “We don’t think she understands her strength. I personally believe it has something to do with lightning. There was a lightning storm the night she died, and there was also lightning the day of the bus crash.”

“What would lightning have to do with it?” Max asked. Her curiosity was piqued, but she didn’t want to seem too eager. “That makes it sound so dramatic.”

“I have no clue,” Craven shrugged. “Maybe the electricity in the air makes her powers stronger, maybe she becomes some kind of lightning rod? I’m not sure, but I would like to find out.”

“She does smell different,” Max mused.

“There are people looking for her. Bad people,” Craven added.

“What kind of bad people?” Jareth smirked. “Certainly not worse than this lot.”

Craven wiped the bar with his rag. “People who think they know what she is, and want to study her. To harness a way to give humans insane strength without turning them into vampires? She’s not in Hawkins because it’s such a great town,” he snorted. “I think she’s trying to hide in plain sight. No one would think to look for her in a place like that.”

Max flicked her attention from Jareth to Craven. “Do you think Eddie knows? About her?”

Craven licked one of his fangs. “He has been known to do freelance bounty hunter work. I wouldn’t put it passed him. Maybe someone is paying him to be her watchdog until they can know for sure.”

“Interesting,” Max smoothed her lips. “I wonder if there’s some kind of reward out for her?”

“I can find out,” Craven wiggled his eyebrows mischievously.

“You two fiends will stay away from her,” Jareth spoke up, eyeballing both of them. “Until I figure out exactly what it is we’re dealing with.”

“Oh shit,” Max flashed an uncertain grin. “You’ve got a thing for little miss monster mash.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jareth frowned.

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On the way out of Sacrament in the GTO, rounding the corner along the sparse forest that would head you back toward the bridge, you and Eddie were painfully quiet. There was the soft hum of At Night by The Cure coming from the orange and green lights of the stereo, and you absently noticed a few demobats swooping down close.

The images from the Baptism were still flashing every time you blinked, and so you rested your head on your fist and kept your eyes open until they dried out.

“Thank you,” Eddie cleared his throat. “For, being cool about all of that tonight.”

He really hadn’t given you a choice. “Um, you’re welcome.”

Internally, Eddie was kicking himself for ever taking you to Sacrament, or the Upside Down in general. He should’ve known Jareth and Max would notice there was something different about you and take an invested interest. Jareth was a much older, stronger vampire, but Eddie wouldn’t let him get close to you without putting up a fight.

“Did you take care of whatever business you came to do?” You wondered allowed, assuming that he made some clandestine exchange with Jareth.

Eddie sighed. “Yep. It’s all good.”

You were about to be nosey and ask exactly what it was he went there to do, when something banged into the grille of the car, making Eddie curse and swerve, slamming the breaks on before the GTO careened into the dead forest.

“Fucking bats,” Eddie hissed, throwing the car into park with a grunt.

The erratic swerve made your adrenaline surge and sent a wave of heat over your flesh. Dust pooled up around the windows and you struggled to see what was out there in the misty, purple gloom. Out in the middle of the street, in the glow of one of the GTO headlights, face down and wings wide, tendrils spread out, was one of those big, spooky demobats you’d seen perched on the eaves of the church.

You noticed it’s wing twitch, and one of the octopus tendrils curled up slowly as if it was trying to move but couldn’t. It didn’t matter what kind of horrifying, killer beast this was---you hated to see any animal suffer and, before you knew it, your hand was on the door handle, cranking it open.

“Wait!” Eddie gripped your arm. With the door open a crack, you snapped a look at him over your shoulder. Eddie checked up through the front window to see if there were any more demobats close by. “What are you doing? Those things are dangerous.”

“It’s hurt, Eddie,” there was an unmistakable determination in your eyes. “I just want to move it out of the street. Maybe its just stunned.”

Eddie’s stare got hard. “That thing out there will eat your face off and not think twice about it.”

Eyes locked on each other, the both of you realized at the same time that your lips were close, noses only mere inches from touching. Eddie’s eyes flicked to your lips, and then back up again, taking in a sharp sip of air.

Be it the bleeding heart you’d inherited from your mother who was always taking in stray pets to nurture and raise as her own, or from watching your father try to save and resurrect every bit of road kill he stumbled across in that last decade of his life, but you couldn’t let it lay out there vulnerable and in pain. Eddie recognized this determination in your countenance, and released your arm.

On a frustrated exhale, he reached across your legs to open the glove box. “Just wait for me, okay?”

He pulled out a butterfly knife, flipping it open with a few deft flicks of his wrist.

“What’s that for?”

He made a stabbing gesture. “If it’s mortally wounded, I’ll have to put it out of it’s misery.”

You stepped out of the vehicle, waiting for Eddie to come around the front of the car and meet you there.

The demobat lifted another tentacle, making a shrill, squealing noise, and then went still again.

“We can’t take it home with us,” Eddie warned. “That is out of the question.”

You had no idea what you were doing. It was face down, but you knew the thing had a mouth of teeth and they seemed incredibly strong and fast.

“Just help me...move it off the road so it doesn’t get squished by another car.”

Eddie did not like this. This thing wasn’t a kitten or a turtle; it was more of the crocodile/shark variety with no real motivations outside of killing.

You knelt down next to it, Eddie positioned above you with the knife, ready to execute if it reared up and tried to bite you. The thing made a little, sad mew noise, and it compelled you to make the nurturing choice to run your fingers along the spine of its wing to comfort it.

“Shhhh,” you coaxed. “You’re going to be okay. We’re not going to hurt you.”

The demobat jerked at your touch, but was still too stunned to do any more than that.

“Okay, you grab one wing and I’ll grab the other---” but just as you said it, one of the slimy, jellyfish tentacles wrapped softly around your wrist.

Eddie bolted forward, thinking maybe he’d need to cut the fucker off, but you stopped him with your other hand. The tentacle gave you a little squeeze before slipping loose again, falling to the pavement with a smack.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” Eddie huffed. You both pinched a fleshy wing at both ends and were just about to lift up when the demobat screeched louder than ever, flapping free of your grasp and up into the air.

It spun around mid-flight and shrieked like a siren, exposing the jagged teeth in its gapping maw, dripping with tendrils of saliva. The demobat did not look happy.

Eddie dove in front of you, his eyes black and his fangs out, ready for battle, but the bat only screeched again, this time with less heat, and turned to hobble away; one wing not working as well as the other.

Your shoulders sank and your forehead fell to Eddie’s arm, sighing with relief.

“Yeah,” Eddie watched the thing go as it flew low to the ground for a while before scooting higher up in the sky. “Please don’t ever do that again,” he mumbled to you around the fullness of his ejected fangs. He didn’t move though, because now your cheek was resting on his arm and your hand was on his lower back, and he wanted to turn and kiss you so bad. But then you moved and the moment was over.

Back in the car, as Eddie stuffed in behind the wheel, you clicked your seat belt on and said, “I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

“That makes two of us,” he returned, checking the sky for more low-flying creatures before he got back on the road.

Exiting the Upside Down through the old, covered bridge gave you a deep sense of relief. For the first time, you couldn’t wait to get back to your shitty trailer and your wholly ordinary life. Maybe you weren’t ordinary, but you really wanted to be, and the people and places of Hawkins were helping you to embrace that title more and more every second.

The two of you did not return to Hawkins alone.

Your secret companon flew low behind the GTO in the bridge, and then coasted high above in the sky once it was free from the Upside Down, reveling in the cool night air that did not burn her throat. The demobat you’d helped in the road kept pace with the roof of car as a shadow, following out of sight, and darting in through the trees when necessary.

She was your demobat now, and she wanted to keep you safe.

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“Keep moving.” Eric grunted. He was still healing and irritated. Noddin you hurried along after him. He must have been injured pretty badly if he wasn’t using his vampire abilities to get away.

The woods still surrounded you both Pam wouldn’t notice that neither of you had gotten home for hours so there was no choice but to keep moving and hope that you weren’t caught by the creature. You hadn’t seen what it was closely but it had been big and furry, able to claw at Eric as he sent you in the opposite direction. 

“It’s your fault we’re out here.” Eric grumbled as he winced and flinched, rubbing his side.

“You didn’t need to come.” You said firmly and refused to falter as his gaze fixed on you.

“Yes, well. For some irrational reason, I decided to come and keep you alive. I should have thought longer on the matter.” Eric said and suddenly hurried ahead. You sighed and stopped for a moment, hearing a rustle behind you as you muttered under your breath.

"If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then." You said to yourself and kicked at a loose rock. It rolled and caught on the uneven ground and slid under your foot causing you to fall backwards. Eric caught you and shook his head.

“You know very little about who I love. Now stop stumbling about. I found a car on the road over this way.” Eric helped you to your feet and led you through the woods to a bewildered and terrified-looking person in a car at the side of the road. The rustling in the woods grew louder and you panicked. “In! Get in!” He growled out and shoved you into the car. The beast burst out of the woods as he slammed the door and demanded that the driver drive off. In your fright, you’d clutched onto Eric’s hand. He held yours gently, more gently than you held his, and stroked your hand with his thumb as he kept a close watch out of the window.

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I Wasn’t Expecting That (Part 2)

Eric Northman X Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves! So a while back I posted the first part of this oneshot with Eric Northman and I got a few comments saying they wanted a part two which I definitely wasn’t planning on doing but in one of my insomnia episodes I came up with the plot for part two! Be warned it’s super angsty which is a rarity coming from me. 

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Word Count: 1487

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- I wish I knew: Shron Van Etten

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Everything around you was dark. Dark and suffocating. You felt like you were coated in that darkness as it laid heavily over every inch of your skin, over your mouth suffocating you, and your eyes as it blinded you further. You felt the fear get the best of you as you started to claw your way out of the darkness, you felt it as it clung under your fingernails. You tried to blink it away as it got in your eyes but there was no use, you let your panic guide you through the cloying darkness as you finally broke free and saw the face of your own personal heaven; Eric.

You felt your chest relax a bit at the site of his smooth face, his blue eyes wide with worry. Maybe this truly was heaven and even here in this heavenly place, they let you have your monster.

He held his hand out for you to take, a small smile starting to form on his face at the sight of you.

“Eric.” You whispered, hearing just how rough your voice sounded to your own ears and reached your hand out to take his. But when you did you were startled at how solid it felt under your hand. With your hand still in his you turned his hand around examining it, his touch felt so real like he was actually here. Then you felt it.

Hunger.

A deep chest aching hunger rushed through you, you shook your head in confusion and watched as the small smile on Eric’s face faded as he watched you put the pieces together.

“Y/N.”  He whispered softly, like you were a frightened animal he was trying to coax from falling over a ledge.

You let go of Eric’s hand and turned your head to look back at what he had just pulled you out of. A hole.

“No.” You whispered. Looking at the massive hole where you just clawed your way out of and then back to Eric. And you finally saw the dirt he was covered in.

“Y/N. I can explain but first you have to eat.” He said in a firm but still soft voice and pulled a blood bag from behind his back.

“Oh God, Eric.” You whispered, feeling tears coming to your eyes. And the memory of your final moments came back to you. The feel of the bullet tearing through your chest, your heart slowing, and Eric’s voice roaring as you faded into that sweet darkness.

You looked down at yourself and saw the blood that coated your shirt right where your heart was. You felt that panic washing over you again in waves as you frantically tried to find the bullet hole. You teared open your shirt and clawed at your chest trying to find it, hoping that this was some sort of sick joke.

Eric reached his hands out to stop you. But you slapped him away. “Y/N. Let me explain, please.”

“You didn’t Eric!” You shouted, feeling the tears stream down your face as all the pieces came together.

Shame crossed Eric’s face.

“Please Eric, tell me you didn’t. That you didn’t do this to me!” You screamed, rubbing the tears from your eyes but stopped cold as you looked at your fingers. They were covered in blood. You truly were vampire now, blood tears and all.

“Y/N.” He said, reaching for you again and this time not letting you stop him as he enveloped you in his strong arms. But you couldn’t stop looking at your fingers.

“Oh my God.”

“You couldn’t understand why I did it.” he said softly against your dirt covered hair. “One minute you were by my side and then the next you were jumping in front of me, taking a bullet in the heart. Pam told me you were too far gone, but-”

You cut him off, pushing at his chest and surprising yourself when you were able to push him away. “You were selfish.”

Eric looked pained at that. “I couldn’t just let you die Y/N! You had so much life left to live and… and I just couldn’t bear the thought of it being ripped away from you.” “And you call this living? Feeding off of people and living in darkness?” You watched as Eric ground his teeth. “I died saving you!” You shoved at his chest again and felt a small amount of satisfaction at watching him stumble. “I took a bullet for you and this is what you do!” You shouted and shoved at Eric again and he let you. He let you get all of your anger out as you continued shoving and punching his chest.

“I died a hero’s death and then you turn me into a fucking monster!” You screamed, giving Eric one last punch hard enough to knock him to the ground. You felt your shoulders sag and then you fell to your knees, letting your blood tears fall to the ground. You felt like all your energy had been sapped out of you, you knew it was the hunger but you dreaded knowing that you’d have to feed.

Eric was already back on his feet and standing in front of you. “I know I was selfish. But, there is no life for me without you, Y/N. There never will be and even if it takes years for you to forgive me I will be right there until you do.”

“What if I never forgive you?” You asked your voice calm and even as you looked up at his pained face.

“Then that’s your choice. I’ve taken enough of your choices.”

Both of you were silent as you stewed over your choices.

“Before you decide to hate me forever can you please just eat. You maybe vampire now but you’ve had nothing to eat and you're weak.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want that.”

“Y/N.” he said in a firm voice.

“Fuck Eric! Lay off! I’m covered in blood and dirt and I’m going to retch at the idea of drinking that right now. I just want to wash everything off of me. Okay?”

Eric just nodded and held out his hand again for you to take.

**** You sighed softly at the feel of the shower washing off all the dirt and blood that was still on you from last night. You watched as the blood swirled down the drain, the last remnants of your human life being washed from you.

You turned the shower up, feeling that your skin was still cold but you still didn’t feel the warmth of the shower seep through your skin. So, you turned it up hotter and hotter. But still you felt nothing as you stood there under the scalding water but you were still cold on the inside.

You don’t know how long you had been standing here in that shower, but without realizing it you saw Eric’s hand reach past the shower curtain and turn down the water before he stepped inside himself. He was naked but there was nothing sexual between you as he climbed into the shower and grabbed the shampoo and started washing the dirt from your hair.

He was gentle as he covered your eyes and washed the soap from your hair then grabbed the conditioner and began to repeat the process. All the while he whispered to himself in another language but you couldn’t be bothered to find out what he was saying.

There was a time when you dreamt about your life with Eric and how it didn’t matter how happy you were with each other there would always be a time when you’d have to say goodbye to one another. Whether it was a few years down the line or in death. But, now there would be no goodbye unless you decided to leave him and you were pretty sure that even if it would kill him he would let you go this time. Like he said, he had taken enough of your choices.

You were tired of being angry, tired of thinking about what your life would be like now. You knew why he did it, and honestly you couldn’t say that you wouldn’t do the same for him, you did take a bullet for him. You just wanted to enjoy the feel of Eric’s hands on you again, wanted to enjoy the fact that you could hold him again.

So, you turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his waist holding him tight. You heard his small sigh as he wrapped his hands around your head and held you as he stroked your wet hair.

You both had a lot to discuss for the future and maybe that future didn’t include Eric but right now you wanted to enjoy the first spark of warmth in your chest you felt all night.

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Collision Course (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, Past Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader)

Next Time We Meet (Sylvie Laufeydottir & Fem!Reader)

Side Effects (Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader)

Student of Nature (Loki x Fem!Reader) (wattpad)

Somebody's Watching Me (Marvel Slasher/Horror AU, Fem!Reader)

The Last Time (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

Warm Blood (Avengers & Reader/TBD x Reader) (wattpad)

Welcome to Spiderhead (Steve Abnesti x Fem!Reader)

Welcome to Westview (Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader) S: You’re a new resident of Westview after recently moving to town with your husband, Pietro Maximoff. Your sister-in-law, Wanda, lives only a few doors down. Things are great. You’ve always been happy and always been together…but you can’t help feel that something isn’t right.

(To be updated episodically on tumblr, but will be cross posted on AO3 as I will have a different image for each decade episode.)

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Secret Santa (Xavier, Hank, Alex, Sean & Fem!Reader)

Imagines

A Mother’s Love (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Be Careful (Jack Mercer x Reader)

Beware the Krays (Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader)

Few People In This World (Eric Northman x Fem!Reader)

Happy Birthday, Marie (Rogue x Reader)

Here Come the Queen (Margaery Tyrell x Fem!Reader)

King’s Choice (Tommen Baratheon x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 2  (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 3 (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Moments (Jon Snow x Fem!Reader)

Never Again (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone pt 2 

Not Alone pt 3

Not Alone pt 4

Not Alone pt 5

Shy (Eggsy x Fem!Reader)

Stay (Charles Xavier x Reader)

The One I Want (Robb Stark x Fem!Reader)

Watchful Eyes (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Wounds (Francis Freeman aka “Ajax” x Fem!Reader)

You Don’t Have to Hide (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

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Damian Wayne  ::

Together

Paring :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x  fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  Angst

Word Count ::  1190

Summary  ::  All you wanted was to make sure Damian knew he was never alone

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Dating HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: How Damian gets into and acts in a relationship

Word Count :: 1,676

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Bunny Ears

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Warnings :: none, except embarassment

Word Count :: 956

Summary :: You got Damian to wear bunny ears.

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NSFW HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: Damian NSFW

Word Count :: 484

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT

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Damian NSFW Blurb

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, SMUT/NSFW, cock warming, teasing(i guess)

Word Count :: 185

Summary :: um…. none…. I just… I wrote this little blurb a while ago. This is shameless smut with no plot.

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Steve Rogers ::

Tainted : Part One , Part Two 

Pairing :: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW

Summary ::  Everyone teased Steve for being “a boy scout”, but you find out he’s not so innocent after all.

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Bucky Barnes ::

His

Paring :: mafia dark!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW, Dark Themes, Possessiveness, Oral(M Recieving), Deep Throating

Word Count :: 2,787

Summary :: Bucky’s had a long day and you’re the only one he can release his stress on

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Thin Walls

Pairing :: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/Smut, Masturbation(M&F), Oral(M Reciving)

Word Count :: 2,707

Summary :: The walls in your apartment are thinner than you thought

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The Soldat and The Flower : Part One , Part Two , Part Three  ,  Part Four , Part Five

Pairing :: soldat!Bucky Banres x petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: DARK/MATURE THEMES, 18+ Content/SMUT, Dub-Con, Mentions of Abuse, Suicidal Behavior, Slight Possessive Behavior, Stockholm Syndrome

Summary ::  The Soldat finds a flower he intends to keep forever.

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Peter Parker ::

Dream

Paring :: Peter Parker x gender neutral!Reader

Warnings :: DARK THEMES, Depression, Mentions of Death, Mourning

Word Count :: 2,025

Summary ::    As a dream walker, you help people heal and move on. One day, you end up in the dream of someone mourning.

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Matt Murdock ::

Catching The Devil’s Attention : Part One , Part Two

Paring :: soft dark!Matthew Murdock x latinx fem!Reader

Warnings :: SOFT DARK/MATURE THEMES. 18+ Content/SMUT, Possessive behavior, Religious talk, Religious Imagery, NSFW activities in a CHURCH, Slight depression

Summary ::  Matt’s devil within wishes to consume an angel

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Ransom Drysdale ::

Jealous Quickie

Pairing:: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Jealousy

Word Count :: 870

Summary :: Ransom gets jealous leading to a quickie where he reminds you who you belong to.

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NSFW HCs

Pairing :: Ransom Drysdale x shrot/petite fem!Reader

Headcanon :: Ransom NSFW

Word Count :: 700

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Size Kink

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Trapped

Pairing :: dark!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, SMUT/NSFW, Non-Con/Rape, Dark

Word Count :: 1,854

Summary :: Thanks to a blizzard, Ransom finally has you trapped

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Eric Northman ::

Strawberries and Peaches

Pairing  ::  Eric Northman  x  fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  18+ Content, Angst, Smut, Mentions of Blood, Bloodplay(?idk he’s a vampire so-?), Death

Word Count  ::  3,588

Summary  ::  Eric thought he had lost you centuries ago, and yet here you were again.

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Ray Palmer ::

If We’re Quick

Pairing :: Ray Palmer x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW, Size Kink, Thigh Riding

Word Count :: 1,773

Summary :: Ray convinces you that if you’re quick, the team won’t catch you

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John Constantine ::

Be Still

Pairing :: John Constantine x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW Content, Cock Warming

Word Count :: 693

Summary :: All you wanted was to help John rest and ended up sitting on his lap instead

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Clark Kent ::

Racing Heart

Pairing  ::  Clark Kent  x  short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  18+ Content, Smut, Size Kink

Word Count  ::  4,265

Summary  ::  You never knew why, but whenever you were around Clark, your heart always raced.

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Floating

Pairing :: Clark Kent x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Light NSFW/Smut (they don’t have sex, but there is some grinding)

Word Count :: 1,418

Summary :: Clark helps you gain of your newly acquired levitation

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Need

Pairing :: Clark Kent x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/Smut , Slight Size Kink

Word Count :: 1,328

Summary :: A little make out session between you and Clark gets heated and this time, you two get to go all the way.

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Rick Flag ::

Heat Up

Pairing :: Rick Flag x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW Content, Size Kink

Word Count :: 2,439

Summary :: Rick isn’t too happy Digger tries to tease you

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Conner Kent ::

Dating A Witch HCs

Pairing :: Conner Kent(RoS) x witch!Reader

Headcanon :: Connor dating a witch

Word Count :: 378

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Napoleon Solo ::

Brat

Pairing  ::  Napoleon Solo x  fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  18+ Content, Smut, Spanking, Dubcon

Word Count  ::  1,236

Summary  ::  "Don’t make me put you over my knee later on.” “Did you hear Illya say that?”

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Bonnie Gold ::

Kiss It Better

Pairing  ::  Bonnie Gold x fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  Blood, Fighting(he’s a boxer)

Word Count  ::  1,959

Summary  ::  Bonnie’s never wanted you to see him in the ring, worried how you’d react

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Tommy Shelby ::

Don’t Be Gentle

Paring :: Thomas Shelby x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Degragation Kink, Oral(M Reciving)

Word Count :: 1,332

Summary ::  You decide to tell Tommy how turned on you get when you see him angry

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Lambert ::

Hallway

Paring :: Lambert(Netflix Show) x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT

Word Count :: 577

Summary ::   Lambert and you have some fun in the hallway

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Raymond Smith ::

Pleasant Distraction

Paring :: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT

Word Count :: 640

Summary ::  Though you tried to help Ray take a small break, you somehow ended up bent over his desk instead

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Tangerine ::

Phone Fun

Paring :: Tangerine x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Phone sex, Masturbation(F&M)

Word Count :: 1310

Summary ::  Tangerine’s been gone for a while and you each miss each other a lot

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Huck Finnigan ::

HCs

Pairing :: Huck Finnigan x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: How you and Huck start dating

Word Count :: 740

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Vinsmoke Sanji ::

Vacation :: Part One, Part two, Part Three

Paring :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Oral(f recieving), Semi-Public sex(they did it in an alley), Light teasing

Word Count :: 3,373

Summary ::  After being forced on a vacation at the Baratie, you catch the eye of a certain blond cook who loves to tease you.

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Aemond Targaryen ::

A Prince Turned King

Paring :: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, dub-con, some obsessive behavior, abuse of power, oral(m), SPOILERS for HOTD Season 2(like don’t even read the summary, sorry about the title, it was the best I could come up with)

Word Count :: 2009

Summary ::   Aemond finally takes you once he’s appointed Prince Regent

[ladylannisterxo]

BEFORE YOU REQUEST -

will write for ;

CRIMINAL MINDS ; aaron hotchner, doug bailey, spencer reid

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON ; aegon ii targaryen, aemond targaryen

STRANGER THINGS ; billy hargrove, chrissy cunningham, eddie munson, jonathan byers, robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie x chrissy

THE WALKING DEAD ; daryl dixon, glenn rhee, rick grimes

TRUE BLOOD ; eric northman, jason stackhouse, sam merlotte

MISC ; charlie walker (scream iv), connor (dbh), draco malfoy (hp), jack delroy (lnwtd), jack mercer (four brothers), kurt kunkle (spree 2020), morgan (tcm 2003), oliver quick (saltburn)

WILL write angst, smut, and/or fluff

WILL NOT write rpf, underage, sexual assault, domestic violence, suicide, spit kink, watersports, knife play, gun play, a/b/o dynamics, necrophilia, foot fetish { will be updated to add/remove as necessary }

additional information ;

all fics are tagged with ; writing by 's'

all reader inserts are fem!reader

no longer accepting nsfw requests submitted on anon

do NOT plagiarize, translate, modify, or post my writing on other platforms - all of my writing can be found here or on ao3

have a question? send me an ask!

[oncasette]

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗦 (𝗦𝗢 𝗗𝗢 𝗜)

KINKTOBER ACT II, eric northman x fem!reader

summary: 2.7k

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

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

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

masterlist | taglist | kinktober

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Some guy,” Gina scoffs. 

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

“Sure,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

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

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

“Really?” Rachel asks. 

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

“Whatever,” she sighs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Follow me,” he says.

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

“Follow me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m the owner.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every part of you trembles as his pace picks up. 

“Oh my god? Oh my god,” you squeak. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You will.”

He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

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

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

[oncasette]

𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗣𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛 (𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗠𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘)

eric northman x fem!reader

summary: 1.4k

“Still mad?” he asks, moving even slower, if that was even possible, back up your spread legs.

You shake your head hesitantly.

“What’s that?”

“No,” you whimper, trying to force his mouth to your pussy. You’re sure you’d created a puddle beneath you on his desk. 

“Hm?” His brows are raised. He nips at the puncture wounds, his now blunt teeth grazing the holes.

“No, I’m not mad,” you huff. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together around his ears only to be thwarted by two large hands effectively pinning your legs open.

or the one where eric distracts you from your anger with his tongue.

warnings: not beta’d, smut, oral (f!recieving), blood drinking

masterlist 

“What the fuck?” you call out, slamming the door open to stare Eric down from where he’s sat behind his desk. 

“Please,” he says, not even looking up from the file open in front of him. He flips a page. “Come in.”

“You quit my job for me?” you seethe, nearly seeing white as you clench my jaw. 

“You won’t be needing it anymore,” he says simply. Another page flip.

“You don’t-”

“Pam.” He clears his throat as the office door swings closed. Sparing barely even a glance behind you, you just miss it clicking shut. When you’ve turned back, Eric is standing in front of you. Looming, his hands tucked into his pockets as he stares you down. 

“I…” The words die on your tongue. Whatever ire that had burned through your system was quickly dissipating under his scrutiny. He takes one step, then another, the heels of his shoes clicking ominously before his hand roughly grasps the bottom of your chin in his hand. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, your mouth opening slightly in response, before it slides down your cheek. His other fingers cradle the other half of your jaw. 

He hums, tilting your head back to look him more directly in the eye.

“Do you want to try again?” He asks. His voice is calm, a harsh contrast to the bruising grip he holds you in. 

“Eric,” you gasp with a dazed intake of breath. Almost subconsciously, your thighs tighten together. 

“Hm?” he asks, tugging your face closer. 

“I don’t…”

You don’t realize he’s leading you anywhere until you feel your ass hit the edge of his desk. He knocks your knees open with his own, stepping into the gap created for him. 

“Not so tough anymore?” he mocks you, his groin pressing into your navel. 

“N-no,” you stutter, swallowing, mentally chastising yourself for the rate at which he was able to reduce you to this. He releases your chin, his hands coming down to claim your hips in their unforgiving hold. 

“I simply told your boss you’d found a new… employer,” he says.

“You’re not my employer,” you hum.

“No, maybe I’m not, but that pesky little day job of yours was starting to cut into your time here. With me,” he sighs, flashing you a sarcastic smile that displays his partially extended fangs. “So I handled it.”

A small flicker of defiance kindles anew within you. “I needed that job.”

“You hated that job.”

“So?” you scoff.

“I handled it.” His hands trail up and back towards the zipper of your skirt. 

“I have bills to pay!” Your body moves of its own accord, your ass lifting enough for him to slide the fabric down your hips once he’s gotten it unzipped. 

“I’ve got those handled, too,” he says as he shifts down to his knees. “Now, are you going to stop fighting me or am I going to have to listen to your babbling while I get a taste of the one thing I’ve been waiting all night for?”

You blink down at him, jaw slack. Oh. 

“Eric…” you trail off as he plants firm kisses to your thighs, the fabric of your stockings muffling his touch. 

He hums in acknowledgement, a faint smirk curling the corners of his lips. He looks up at you under a hooded gaze, silently asking for permission as his kisses grow nearer to their apex. His smile widens as you nod, his teeth plunging into plush cotton and plusher skin. Squeaking, you flinch, not expecting the harsh bite but not fighting it. Moments later, he releases his fangs only to latch them into the top of your stocking and pull them down enough for him to reattach his teeth to your thigh without interference. 

“I’m trying to be mad at you right now, stop distracting me,” you hiss. You push your fingers into his slicked back hair, mussing the strands in your wake. 

“Seems you’re not mad enough,” he drawls as he removes his fangs, his tongue laving over the drooling puncture wounds. Eventually, he leaves them in favor of dragging his tongue higher. He pushes two fingers into the seam of your underwear and fiddles with the lace trimming there. His nose bumps your clit through the fabric, jolting your hips forward. 

You say his name once in warning, tugging harder on the strands. 

“These are just darling aren’t they?” he practically purrs. Panting, you more intentionally push your hips into his face. He laughs as he slips his other hand into the fabric wrapped around your opposing hip, forcing you to lift your ass up for him to pull them down. He moves slowly. His eyes are locked on yours throughout, the icy gaze sending a shiver down your spine. It does nothing to quell the heat pooling in your core. A petulant whine crawls out of your throat as you watch his lips follow his fingers, nipping and kissing at the skin as he moves. Thigh, knee, other knee, calf, ankle. 

His name, again, followed by another one of his infuriating laughs.

“Still mad?” he asks, moving even slower, if that was even possible, back up your spread legs.

You shake your head hesitantly.

“What’s that?”

“No,” you whimper, trying to force his mouth to your pussy. You’re sure you’d created a puddle beneath you on his desk. 

“Hm?” His brows are raised. He nips at the puncture wounds, his now blunt teeth grazing the holes.

“No, I’m not mad,” you huff. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together around his ears only to be thwarted by two large hands effectively pinning your legs open.

“Pantience,” he grunts, only to lick a stripe up your cunt with the flat of his tongue. The squeak you let out sounds nearly inhuman. He moans into you, the tip of his nose pressed firmly against your clit as his tongue circles your dribbling entrance.

He starts fast, a harsh contrast to the way he’d undressed you, and he leaves you breathless in the span of a few short licks. Your chest heaves, your eyes lidded and cloudy with lust as you watch him devour you. Unravel you. Unspool your very essence. 

“Where’s that mouth, hm?” he asks between laps and sucks. “You were so feisty a moment ago.”

Your tongue feels heavy against the bottom of your mouth. Words form somewhere in the back of your mind, but they dissipate long before they have a chance to even make it out. He pinches your clit between two rough fingers, trying to force an answer out of you. 

“Eric,” you whimper.

“‘S not an answer, sweetheart,” he chuckles, but he refrains from pushing the subject much more. He does, however, pinch the swelling bundle of nerves again before he goes back to pinning your legs open. 

“Please,” you beg, your head falling back limp as you chase your impending orgasm. He doesn’t answer, his own eyes shutting as he works you closer. “Please.”

Your lungs gasping, thighs twitching, fingers tightening their hold on his hair. Your body moves of its own accord, driving itself into the white hot pleasure eating its way through you. He swipes up the slick dripping from you with lithe fingers before he brings the fingers to your mouth. He taps twice before he slides the digits between your parted lips. You swirl your tongue around the intrusion, swallowing down the tang of your own arousal as he fills you from both ends. You feel lightheaded, your teeth pressing into his knuckles to keep his fingers in your mouth. 

It isn’t long before you feel the tell-tale signs of your orgasm, your pussy clenching around his tongue. He groans, his other hand moving to rub tight circles against your clit. It washes over you in earnest, hard and fast. Your legs trembling, your cunt pulsing, your breathing shallow and uneven. He continues to work you through it, albeit slower and a tad gentler, before he retracts his fingers from your mouth and presses a chaste kiss to the throbbing bundle of nerves. 

You pant as he moves to stand, smoothing chilled hands that raise goosebumps across your quivering thighs. 

“‘m still not happy with you,” you heave, a childish pout on your bottom lip.

“We can talk more about it later,” he says as he slides his arms around your frame to pull you into his chest. He moves around the desk, gently placing you in his lap as he flips through the previously abandoned paperwork in front of him. You curl against him, your nose pressing into the crook of his neck and inhaling. His arm latches around your waist and keeps you locked against him tight. Maybe you’re not that mad at him. 

[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:

- Notes: N/A

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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:

- Notes: N/A

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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:

- Notes: N/A

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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:

- Notes: N/A

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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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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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- Requested by:

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[bonniebird]

Halloween 2023 Event Information

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Halloween 2019 Masterlist

Halloween 2020 Masterlist

Halloween 2021 Masterlist

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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:

- Notes: N/A

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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:

- Notes: N/A

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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:

- Notes: N/A

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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: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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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:

- Notes: N/A

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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:

- Notes: N/A

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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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Tutti Frutti- Eric Northman x fem!reader

@hummelmi : Hi, Can you write a story about the reader getting captured and Eric have to fight his way through a lot of supernatural enemies to rescue her? They just used her as as a bleeding bait to get to him. Thank you :D

I love big viking man

Will I ever, EVER choose what person I'm writing in consistently? Absolutely not.

Beta read by some of you because I posted too early.

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Eric wasn't one to ask favors. He was someone who believed in the phrase 'do it yourself' to the fullest. And if not himself, he was someone he trusted to do it. That someone just happened to be you. But not this time.

"Like I have said the last twenty-three times, you're not going." Eric said over his shoulder, "You are going to go home, lock your door, and wait for me to get there."

You followed behind the tall vampire, staring daggers at him: "That's not fair." You walked past Bill and Sookie as you walked. You paused in front of the couple, motioning at the blonde, "Why does Sookie get to go? She's practically vampire cocaine."

"Excuse you." Sookie crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes. 

You turned to look at her, raising your eyebrows, "Bitch, if you don't uncross your prissy little arms-"

"Enough." Eric's powerful voice stopped her insult in its tracks. You rolled your eyes, lips pursed in a tight line. Time well spent with Pam.

Bill took a step forward to be Switzerland in the situation, even though everyone in the state of Louisiana knew that William Compton was hopeless in love with Sookie Stackhouse and would take her side, even if she was wrong.

"Now, if I may." He began.

"This outta be good." You muttered.

"Personally, I think you would be a helpful asset to the trip. Having you and Sookie take shifts driving our coffins. But unfortunately, you don't have the same power to protect yourself like she can." He drawled out.

"Ah yes, her fairy strobe light that blasts people across the room and then does....What exactly?" You mused.

Before Sookie could defend herself, Eric was in front of you, pale blue eyes staring down. You used to cower from his looks, but now that you had grown closer to the vampire, the looks were simply just a part of the work week.

"Go home. Now." He said calmly.

You smiled sweetly and spoke in a cheerful voice, smoothing out his gray t-shirt: "Certainly. Just know that your invitation to my home has been revoked." The smile turned to a scowl as you turned away, walking out of the bar and slamming the door shut. 

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When you got back to your home, you decided to drink some red wine and watch mind numbing television until you had to deal with the hangover and the situation with Eric in the morning. You had gotten through the first box of your Buffy the Vampire Slayer box set when your phone rang.

"What the fuck." You grumbled reaching over and squinting at the caller ID.

"Snaps?" You said confused before remembering through your tipsy haze who that was: "What is it, Ginger?"

"Hey, Eric told me to call you to make sure you were home." She said cheerfully.

You rubbed your temple with your free hand after setting your wine glass on your coffee table: "I will never understand how you are so cock whipped for a man you have never had sex with." You had met Ginger in college; she was pretty cool before taking a job at the then video rental shop. When the place became a bar, she had set you up with a job there. You believed she had been slightly jealous over your interesting relationship with Eric, but it seemed that he had glamoured that jealousy away.

"Because he's so hot." She gushed. You shrugged to yourself. She made a point.

"Ugh." You groaned. At the same time, there was a knock at your door. You sat up, sobering at the sound.

"Hold on, Ginge, there's someone at my door at this time of night." You got up from the couch, bare feet padding against the hardwood floor. You looked out the window and saw a man standing there.

Pressing the phone to your chest, you opened the door, only leaving the screen door to separate the two of you.

"Can I help you?" You asked.

The man, wrapped in head to toe denim, greeted her with a smile: "Hello, ma'am, I was hoping that we could speak about your employment at the vampire bar, Fantasia?"

"It's Fangtasia. Fang. You know, like a pun." You corrected the man.

"Perfect." He said, looking past you. That's when you heard a gun cock and felt a bullet pass through your side. You cried out, dropping the phone to the floor. Ginger's very distinct screaming could be heard in the background.

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When the trio arrived in Baton Rouge, Bill led Sookie and Eric into the abandoned building where they were meeting with a vampire who had intel on the whereabouts of their latest monster of the week. Being the king of Louisiana, Bill had gotten them the in with the group that ran the warehouse.

It was around that time when Eric's head perked up. He smelled blood. Normally, this wouldn't have been an uncommon smell for vampires, but this was different.

It was Your blood.

Rushing ahead, Eric kicked open the door at the end of the hallway. Both vampires had exposed their fangs, ready to fight. The sight of the room was repulsive. What had once been bodies had become sludge. Bill stepped further into the room, kneeling down to inspect the body of the informant that was slowly melting away. These bodies were different from other vampire deaths, there was barely any blood. 

Bill looked up at Eric and Sookie, "They’ve been drained dry."

"There you are!" A snide voice boomed over the intercom system. Sookie grabbed at Bill's arm, keeping close.

"Was wondering if you'd ever show up. I'm surprised you didn't go crazy over the smell." The voice chuckled, then paused for a moment before talking to someone else: "You see, sweet thang, your vampire did show up."

"Eric..." Your voice was barely a whisper over the intercom, "Run. Get out of here. It's a buncha mutts with a drug problem." A harsh slap was heard over the speakers, and then (Y/N) was silent.

"Tell ya what, Fella." Eric's blood boiling was almost too loud in his ears to hear the werewolf, "You give us a couple liters of blood from you and your compadre, and I'll let little miss go. Can't guarantee she'll be alive, but I won't touch... Too much."

Eric's back stiffened, finding the camera system where the werewolf was watching them from. He blinked slowly, rolling his shoulders, "I have a better idea. I find you and your group of overgrown toe fungus, rip your spines out, and tie them in cute little bows as a present for my human."

The man laughed; it was dry sounding and ended with a cough: "Now, as tempting as that sounds." The casual nature of the voice faded, replaced by a deep, dark growl. "I play with your little toy and give her a couple happy moments before she bleeds out."

“Regardless, you’ll have to get through my pack first.” Was the last thing the man said before the speakers cut out. Eric took a deep breath, muscles tensed as he began to walk back out into the hallway, following the scent of your blood. 

“Eric.” Bill called, the two following close behind. 

“You can’t fight them all by yourself, you’re gonna get killed.” Sookie’s twang was more evident when she scolded. 

“I’ll be fine.” He said. 

“This is a pack of werewolves with vampire blood coursing through their veins, you need my help.” Bill grabbed Eric’s arm and halted his movements. “And I dare you to tell your king ‘no’.” 

“I don’t have time for this. Take Miss Stackhouse out of here and meet me back here.” Eric watched as Bill took Sookie in his arms and took her out of the building with lightning speed. 

Now that Bill was gone, he continued. He found the wolves in the stairwell. There were three levels to the building, all of which seemed to be heavily guarded. 

Nothing he couldn’t handle. 

The first wolf in his path lunged, the foam coming from his mouth flying in the wind. Grabbing the creature by its throat, he snapped its head from its body. The sickening thuds the body left behind became heavy as the canine became human again. 

“Uh oh.” Eric said as the other wolves took a hesitant step back, “It’s the dog catcher.” 

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The pack master could hear the carnage echoing through the stairwell. The V that had been running through his veins was running its course. Not all the euphoria and confidence was slipping. It was insane to think that Eric Northman would let them live after taking his blood. That’s where you came in. You would get him what he wanted. But the vamp was getting closer so he needed to act fast. 

Trying your best to stay away, you sat tied to a chair. The ropes dyed red from the multiple cuts that had put on your body. The slashes on your cheeks still flowed and your bullet wound still leaked, the trickle slowing down which meant that your wound was clotting or you were running out of blood. If you were dying, you were hoping to speed it up because the werewolf’s stench was literally nauseating. 

Suddenly, the door in the corner of the room was blown off its hinges and in walked Eric, drenched in blood. He spit a chunk of fur from his mouth and stared down your captor. Eric’s pale blue eyes took in your figure. You were bloody and dirty. If his heart still beat, it would be racing faster at your state. Your heart rate was slowing, you were only moments from death. He needed to get you out of here. 

The werewolf stumbled to get behind you, holding a knife to your neck, “You come any closer and I’ll chop this bitch’s head off!” 

“Oh will you?” Eric sauntered in, his fangs bared and dripping with blood. “Or do you want my blood?” He tilted his head to the side. The vampire could see the telltale signs of withdrawal. The bastard was so far into addiction that he couldn’t go a half hour without vampire blood. His hands were shaking, his foot was tapping rapidly. Eyes dilated and moving frantically. The werewolf licked across his trembling lips, the knife moving away from your neck. 

‘Perfect’ Eric thought as he smirked. 

The werewolf moved around the chair you were strapped to, lunging with the knife ready to cut. But his moves were sloppy, they weren’t calculated. His whole chest was open. 

The viking easily deflected the knife by snapping the poor excuse of a man’s hand, then shoving his hand through the creature’s chest. The heart still pumping in his hand. The man wheezed once, twice, but not a third. He dropped the man and his heart before rushing to your side. 

He raised his wrist to his mouth, ready to bite down when you spoke: “At least wipe your wrist off.” 

“That’s what you’re worried about?” He stared at you, but did wipe his wrist (mostly) clean with a spare rag that had been your gag when those mutts had brought you here. 

You watched him bite down on his wrist, offering it to your mouth. When it hit your tongue, you instantly relaxed. Sucking softly on his cool skin. 

“Eric!” You stopped sucking and saw Bill in the doorway, stepping through blood and guts, “I told you to wait for me.” 

Eric didn’t look at the king as he spoke, only staring at you with a certain fondness, a soft smile on his face: “I didn’t have time for you to reassure your human that you would return safely while mine was bleeding out.” He brushed a strand of your hair out of your face softly. 

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Eric brought you back to your home, walking you up and the steps. You opened the door and groaned at the sight in front of you. Bloody and red wine on the floor, plus those mutts had tracked mud all over. 

“Alright, if you wanna shower, I’ll clean-” You turned back towards him, seeing that he was still standing on your porch. You had completely forgotten revoking his invitation. 

“Oh, right...” 

“Well,” He said, glancing around, “Are you going to invite me in or do I just have to wait until your neighbors call the police?” 

“Come in.” You reached to grab his arm only to feel a breeze and then the pressure of your door pressed against your back. Eric had his body pressed to yours, his intense glare meeting yours. 

“Your security system seeks to be lacking.” He spoke in his usual slow, dreamy way, “I think it’s about time you upgraded.” 

You hummed, walking your fingers up the chest of his tshirt, stiff with blood: “Does this mean I’m getting a raise?” You gave him a cheeky grin. 

“No. You’re going to get in your bath and wait for me.” He leaned in close, whispering in your ear, “Remember, I like it scalding.” He let you slip from his arms, watching as you started up the stairs. 

Smirking, you paused and turned about half way up, looking down at him. He saved your life today. You meant something more to him than just harmless flirting. 

“Do you want the very berry bubble bath this time or are you still a tutti frutti guy?” You bit your bottom lip to keep the laughter at bay. 

He tilted his head, a smile on his lips, then he started running towards you. Squealing, you scrambled up the stairs, a towering vampire following behind you. 

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Sounds About Right - Eric Northman x fem!reader

Your special connection with 1,000 year old casanova works to your advantage on a case. 

Warning: Implied sexy times, swearing? on my christian minecraft server?

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You wouldn’t say that your life was the hardest. Sure, you were one of five law  enforcement officers in Bon Temps and had an ‘interesting’ connection with a thousand year old vampire. But there were worse things! You could be Sookie Stackhouse, the town weirdo and vampire snack number one. 

But today it felt like your life was the worst, more so than the day you were forced to have a connection with the aforementioned thousand year old vampire. 

“Hey! Hey!” Jason’s bark became clearer over the ringing in your ears as he scrambled to kneel over you. There had been a bomb in his police cruiser, meant for him, you were just really unlucky. 

“Stay with me, (Y/L/N).” He said, his tired blue eyes scanning over you. That’s when the pain started, you had no idea the damage done to you, you didn’t feel great to say the least. But from Jason’s wandering eyes, you could tell he was seeing what was underneath your uniform. 

“Jesus H Christ, Stackhouse.” You croaked, “Get away from me, I’ll die without you burning holes in my tits with your lazar eyes, thank you.” 

“What a shame.” A monotone voice called from just out of your view, “I liked her.” Ah, Pam. That means her maker, Eric, wasn’t too far behind. 

“Hey, Pam.” You coughed up blood, disappointed (but not surprised) that you were dying in the most sarcastic way possible, “It’s been a pleasure.”

“Likewise.” She drawled. 

Jason looked up, higher than he would to look at Pam, “Wait! Can you help her?” That’s when he appeared, Eric Northman. His blonde hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands falling into his face. His blue eyes, eyes that have seen a never ending cycle of rebirth and destruction of man, were staring into your soul. Or he may have been staring into your open chest cavity. 

“I suppose, but what’s in it for me?” Eric brought his attention to Jason.

“Don’t you have a Sookie to be pining over?” You slurred, black at the corners of your vision, “Jason, give my cat to Emma, she’ll take care of him.” Your lips twinged up at the memory of Sam bringing Luna and Emma to your house, how she played so nicely with your rescue kitty.

“No, you’re gonna live.” Jason pleaded, “Come on, man, she’s... She’s important to this town.” 

“Regret never fuckin’ me, don’t you, Jason?” Delirium was fun, the pain was slipping away now at least. You turned to Eric, who had taken your cold hand in his equally cold ones now, “He has fucked every woman he has ever met, did you know that?”

The vampire’s amused smile was kind, “I did not know that.” He looked up at Jason, “I’ll save her. But you owe me, Jason Stackhouse.” He took his large hand from yours, biting his wrist and holding it over mouth. The metal blood dripping into your mouth.

But the past is the past!

Now you were making your way through the protestors outside of Fangtasia. It was outside of your jurisdiction, being  Shreveport and all, but you had a stake in this. 

“Alright folks, Officer (Y/L/N) here, what seems to be the problem?” The angry crowd all began yelling at once, “One at a time!” At your command, a tall man who seemed to have a stick where the Sun don’t shine came to the front, holding a hand painted sign that proclaimed “ALL FANGERZ SHULD DYE”. Not surprising that ignorance had been bliss, especially when it came to spelling. 

“My daughter is in that fanger bar and we’re here to bring her home.” He huffed, the crowd standing tall behind him. 

“Okay, let me see your daughter.” She said, looking down at the picture he produced. His daughter, Esther according to the name printed at the bottom of the picture, was a petite blonde in a baby pink button up blouse. It’s always the quiet ones. 

“She’s only seventeen.” A woman added, she looked like the girl’s mother. 

“Okay, let me head inside and find her. She probably came out here with friends for the promise of booze and hot boys.” You started to turn towards the door, but decided to address the crowd again, “Just stay back.” With that, you slipped through the door and was assaulted by the inside. The music was loud, the sheer amount of people was exhausting. You didn't know how Pam dealt with it.

You had never been to Fangtasia before, mostly because you had no reason to. Thankfully, Sookie had given you some tips. One of those tips being not to wear your uniform. You had opted for black ripped jeans and a grey off the shoulder baseball tee. Pam had been the first one you saw, strolling up to the bar with a grin. 

“Pam, my favorite vampress.” 

Her icy blue eyes looked you up and down, “(Y/N). Joining us for business or pleasure?” 

“Business, maybe pleasure next time.” You sighed, “I hear you make a mean rum punch.” 

She huffed, “I’ve dabbled. What’s your business?” 

“Have you seen a real petite blonde, looks like she’s straight out of bible study, no idea what she’s doing here?” You asked, watching as Pam’s stare looked past her. 

“She’s on Eric’s lap.” 

Rolling your eyes, you sighed dramatically, “Sounds about right.” You turned, leaning back against the bar. Eric was sitting on an antique looking chair on a stage in the back of the club. There was Esther on his lap, desperately trying to get his attention, but his striking blue eyes were glued to you. 

This outta be good. 

“Mr. Northman.” You approached him, flashing your badge for formality’s sake. The sight of your deputy badge put Esther on edge, you could tell since she found more interest in her shaking hands. She was starting to pick at her baby pink nail polish and it wasn’t chipping in small flakes, but long strips. Meaning that it had been dry only recently. Breaking all the rules apparently. 

“Officer (Y/L/N), what a lovely surprise.” He said, his voice low and sultry. Before his blood entered your system, you had found him hard to listen to, but now it seemed like his voice had a new effect on you. A sexy effect. But you were working right now, that would be saved for those damn sex dreams you had been having of him. A not-so-terrible side effect of V. 

“What can Fangtasia do for you?” His head tilted to the side, looking up at you from his eyelashes. 

You ignored his question, giving Esther a wire smile: “Esther, your parents are here to pick you up. Let’s go.” 

“I don’t have to go if I don’t want to.” The young girl sneered, draping her hands on Eric’s shoulders. 

Eric gave her a shit eating grin: “Like the lady said.” 

Clicking your tongue, and crossing your arms over your chest: “The lady’s a minor.” As soon as the word left your lips, Eric shoved Esther to the carpeted stage. The girl yelped, rubbing her sore arm. 

“Can I ask a favor, Eric?” You ask, staring down at the girl. The vampire was standing beside you, looming over you. He never showed his true height often, opting to hunch his shoulders. Probably some kind of viking thing. It used to terrify you, he used to terrify you. But now he was just an associate, and a nice one to look at. 

“I’ll consider it.” Eric smoothly used his cold fingers to lightly turn your head up by your chin, “What’s in it for me?” He asked. Eric was always wanting something in return, he didn’t like owing debt, but he loved when someone was indebted to him. Weird power kink. Like that one dream you had where he was your boss (a breath of fresh air compared to Andy Bellefleur).

You raised an eyebrow at him: “I don’t report this to the bureau.” 

“Fair enough.” He smirked, “The favor?” 

You reached down, grabbing Esther by the arm and pulling her to her feet: “Please glamour little miss. Have her tell her parents that she came here of her own accord, realized it was a terrible idea and that she will never, ever sneak out again.” 

“With pleasure, officer.” He took the young girl by the shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes, “Now, Esther, you are going to tell your parents you snuck out because you heard this bar had all the things your dirty little mind was wanting. You then realized that places like this are for grow ups. And you’re never coming back here again. Or else the very beautiful law enforcement officer will be cross with me. And we don’t want that, do we?” You rolled your eyes at his shameless flirting. 

“No.” Esther’s drowsy voice whispered. 

“Now, run along.” Esther blinked after a moment, walking almost robotically to the door and out of the club. 

You gave him an impressed smile, “Very nicely done, Mr. Northman.” 

“What can I say? Anything to support my local law enforcement.” His full attention on you, his eyes trailing his fingers as they ghosted over your bare shoulder. 

“Now, Officer-” 

“You’re literally in my wet dreams, how about we drop the formalities?” 

A smile lit up his face, not a smirk, but a genuine smile, his tongue moving across the bottom of his teeth, “Alright. (Y/N). Then how about we reward a hard day’s work with one of Pam’s famous cocktails. And perhaps, if the night goes well, I can show you a thing of two in my office.” 

“Eric.” You smiled sweetly, “I’m not a one and done kind of girl. So if this happens, I better have a permanent invitation.” 

Taking your hand in his large one, he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, “Happy to oblige.” 

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I Wasn’t Expecting That

Eric Northman x Fem!Reader

A/N; Hello everyone I’m back with another Eric Northman request! This was one of the many requests I’ve gotten and that I’m as slow as a damn turtle getting through. I hope you enjoy this anon I made it super angsty, it is short but I personally love the ending like this. 

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Hi! Could you do eric x reader here they’re together and she saves his life but ends up dying and he turns her to save her? Maybe like at the rally at the end of S4 when bill tries to shoot eric or something??

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He said something dangerous would happen if you were to come with, being the fragile human, you are but... also being the stubborn human you are, you told Eric to shove it and hitched along for the ride.

You never expected that something like this would happen though. Never expected to be the only one to see the sniper as he lined his shot up with Eric’s heart, wooden bullet cocked into the chamber. There was no time to warn Eric you only reacted, jumping in front of bullet and taking it straight in the chest. You let out a cry as you clutched your chest and slamming onto the ground.

Your breathing became ragged and you felt your heart race as it tried to compensate for the lack of blood and oxygen flow throughout your body before it slowly began it decrease. You saw Eric from across the room, still fighting vampires that were under the witch’s spell, fighting like hell to get to you.

“Eric.” You whispered, the edges of your vision blurring and you heart rate slowing to a dangerously low rate, signaling that it could no longer compensate for the lack of adequate blood flow. Your eyes felt heavy as you watched Eric rip through the hypnotized vamps one after another before he slid onto knees in front of you, and grabbing you into his arms letting out a roar.

“Y-y-” you tried speaking.

“Don’t speak Y/N. Just hold on.” He said as he pulled back his sleeve, his fangs popping out.

You swallowed, trying not to choke on the blood in your mouth. “You told me I-I’d get into trouble.” You smiled faintly before your vision turned black.

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“Come on Y/N. Now is not the time to die.” Eric roared. “Drink!”

“Eric!” Pam yelled, making Eric snap his head up to her. “Eric.” Pam said in a gentler tone. “She’s lost so much blood, and I can barely hear her heart anymore. If you give her your blood to heal her, it’ll be enough to make her vampire. Is that something you’re ready for?” She paused. “Is that something she’s ready for? Is that something she wants?” 

“She just took a bullet for me, Pam! I’m not going to give up on her and let her die in this fucking shit hole.” Eric growled at her; Y/N still limp in his arms. He looked down at your pale face, almost lifeless but he could hear the faint sound of your heart. Your strong and brave heart. He knew what he selfishly wanted, he wanted you and he would do anything to keep you. 

“The choice is yours. We need to get her to ground quickly though, sunrise is in an hour.”

Eric looked back down at you. “I’m sorry Y/N.” He said before he ripped open his wrist and brought it to your lips, welcoming you to the eternal world of night. 

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ClusterFluff - Viking Vs Viking

Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader x Eric Northman

So @insertsomethingsillyhereple-blog  requested something super interesting! Basically, a "Ultimate Vampire Media Showdown".

So I'm creating a new series for these types of requests called Clusterfluff (because I love puns and yall are gonna have to deal with it). Little drabbles with how I imagine the situation would go. In this case, they requested volturi Kidnapping, magic, and sibling rivalry vibes. I love it.

Please enjoy!

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- Seeing two vampires in a face down was usually pretty terrifying. But seeing two 1,000+ year old vampires facing each other down? 

-Things were not going to end well. 

- Eric, the 1,070 year old vampire at a whopping 6′4 stared down at the hybrid with an amused smile. Klaus, around 1,034 years old and 5′11 had never met someone truly his match. 

- “This is the one who’s got everyone in that tiny town so scared?” Eric tutted with a patronizing tone that made Klaus want to stick a stake through the heart of another blond vampire who got in his way. 

- “That town fears me, as does every vampire. They fear what I can do, that I could hold their lives in my hands.” Klaus barked back. 

“Right...” Eric looked back to his original errand, saving (Y/N) from a group of Italian pricks who looked like they just came back from the Renaissance festival. 

- For Klaus and Eric, vampires with abilities were unheard of or extremely rare. And unfortunately, they were face to face with several of them. According to intel from the Bennet witch, Aro surrounded himself with vampires who had special talents. Marcus, who could seem links between others and spot out the leader. The wide eyed Jane, who could make someone feel pain with just a glance, and her twin brother, Alec, who had a thick smoke that would numb the senses. Then there was Aro himself, who could know anyone’s thoughts from a touch. 

- It would be tricky, but not impossible. 

“Ahhh,” Aro’s voice carried through the marble halls of the Volturi chambers, “Mr. Northman and Mr. Mikaels-” 

-”Enough out of you.” Eric cut Aro off before he continued, looking at (Y/N) who was held in Felix’s tight grip. “You alright?” The newcomer disrespecting Aro had the entire Volturi whispering. The two vampires who came for this woman were older then them all, even Aro himself, they had over three hundred years on him. The Volturi had made it a point to... nullify any older vampires, these two must have slipped through the cracks. 

- (Y/N), more stressed that Klaus and Eric independently took it upon themselves to save her, rolled her eyes and nodded. Sure, these frozen prices had gotten the drop on her, but her being "inprisoned" was more just her curious about all the new vampires she was seeing.

- When Klaus had first discovered (Y/N), he referred to her as a heretic; a vampire who could control magic. Eric had posited that she had fairy ancestry and would taste delicious were she human. Whatever that meant. 

-“Oh this is getting ridiculous. Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum.” The vampires around her, including her “knights in shining armour” were making their way to the ground, holding their heads in agony. 

-(Y/N) simply grabbed the vikings by the arm and leg, dragging them towards the exit.

- “This will not be the last we see you!” Aro called over the sound of small fractures in his body breaking over and over, “You will never rest!” 

“I’m in the crossfires of two massive vikings, I never rest anyway.”

-Getting back to Mystic Falls was the challenge, and that’s coming from someone who was just kidnapped. 

-“Clearly, your security is lacking and those pompous Italian fucks will be back for all of us, so let’s go." Eric turned his back on Klaus, expecting (Y/N) to follow.

- Klaus scoffed, "My security? I could have the strongest witches this side of the bloody ground and beyond to cast a protection spell to keep anyone and everyone out of my compound." He pointed towards the other, "You have what? A pathetic excuse for a swat team with bullets that did nothing but ricochet off of those walking popsicles."

- Yeah, that was basically what had happened.

- With blinding speed, Eric was back in front of Klaus who held his ground like a mountain in a storm.

- Eric was a man used to combat, he was mortally wounded in the midst of fighting. He was a battle hardened warrior, fighting for justice for his family. He was hunched over. His chest puffed out. Fangs bared. Intimidation was his strong suit.

- Klaus, quite the opposite. While he was taught how to fight by his father, their village had never been under threat by an opposing kingdom. Klaus, at his core, under the years of anger and resentment, guilt, was an artist. He was kind, fell in love too easily and it was usually with the wrong person.

- Regardless of both of those things, they were still acting like the world's tallest children fighting over the shiny new toy.

- So

- Let them have their little skwabble. Rumor told of a sleepy little town in Washington that would a wonderful place to settle for a time.

-It wasn't until Eric broke their staring match that he saw (Y/N) gone.

- "(Y/N)?"

- "Where did she go?"

- "Do I look like I know?"

- "You don't look like you know much of anything."

- "Jesus fuck, do you ever stop?" Eric narrowed his eyes.

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Snow Covered Dream

Eric Northman x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves so I got this request for a soft Eric Northan what feels like eons ago, and I’m finally feeling some inspiration for it. It’s been particularly hard for me for this one since when i originally started writing for it I had a good thing going and while I was an my ipad i rotated it and somehow deleted everything I had. So this is attempt number two for this one. I hope you guys like it and if you could show it some love! And to the sweet person who sent this request in I really hope you think it’s worth the wait. 

Prompt: Hey can I send a request in for Eric Northman x reader please? Could you maybe do one where him and the reader have been seeing each other for some time now and then they have sex for the first time and it’s really sweet and the reader lets eric bite her for the first time and they just realise how much they love each other, if not don’t worry about it! Thank you, love your writing!

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Word Count: 3212  Holy fuck this became it’s own novel. I think this is the most I’ve ever written for something like this. Fuck i hope it’s not shit 

This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 

Warnings: 18+ people. Oral (f recieving), mentions of blowjobs, Tantric sex (if you squint), vaginal sex 

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Best Part - Daniel Caesar, H.E.R

Morning View - Towkio, SZA

Looking Through your Eyes - LeAnn Rimes

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This isn’t the first time that Eric has stolen you away for some kind of romantic adventure. He’s been around for a thousand years and there’s just so many places he wants to show you; places you’ve never even heard of and spots that feel like no other human has laid a foot there before. 

However, this adventure felt different, like when it was over Eric wasn’t planning on letting you go; like he planned to keep you and you couldn’t find anything bad about that. 

“Eric are you ever going to tell me where we are going?” You smiled, seeing the mischievous smirk on his lips. 

“We are already here, sötma.” he stated and you swore his smile got wider, as you quickly whipped your head back towards the window to see if you could finally see your destination. But only found the same endless snowy expanse out your window. 

“Where?” 

“This is all of my property. It’s not huge but just a bit further up this road there’s a little house I keep for when I want to truly get away from everything.”

You waited for a few more minutes keeping your eyes peeled out the window for any sign of the house and then suddenly just out in the distance you saw a spot of bright red. You felt your excitement grow as you watched the house steadily come into view. That spot of bright red growing until you could finally see the whole house; a bright red one that was nestled right in the middle of the property surrounded by what looked like a small farm house and hidden away by the snow covered pine trees that surrounded it.To put it in a word it looked magical.  

“Do you like it sötma?” Eric asked, turning his head just enough to gauge your reaction. 

“Oh Eric! It’s so beautiful! It’s like a snow covered dream.” You said wistfully and then pulled your focus from the car window to Eric and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. 

Eric hummed his satisfaction. “I’m so glad you like it. This is one of my favorite places and I thought I might share it with one of my favorite people. I can’t wait to show you the rest of the house, I think you’ll really enjoy it.” 

“I’m sure I will.” You beamed at him and took his hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel. “I’m never disappointed with anything you show me Eric.” 

Eric said nothing at your praise, but simply took your hand that was holding his and pressed a few kisses to your knuckles, before taking your wrist and kissing the palm of your hand; sending a flush of warmth through you despite the endless cold outside the car. 

When Eric pulled up in front of the house, you immediately got out of the car and stepped out onto the fresh snow just to marvel at the bright red house. The way the snow was settled perfectly on the tops of the roof and on the pine trees that surrounded the house it looked like the perfect christmas card. 

“How come you never told me you lived in a Hallmark movie?” You asked turning back to face Eric who had both your bag and his slung under each arm. 

“I don’t. It’s just Sweden. Everything looks like a Hallmark movie here in winter.” he chuckled as the both of you walked towards the large wooden front door. Eric easily maneuvered the bags in his hands to pull out the small set of keys and quickly unlocked the front door, letting you both into the house and out of the cold of the outside. However, there wasn’t much relief from the cold inside the house either. 

You started to shiver as you made your way to the center of the cold house, clutching your jacket tighter to your body. 

Eric looked over and saw you shivering and immediately took off his jacket and put it on top of your shoulders. “I’ll get a fire going in a second sötma.For right now I want you to sit here.” He said as he pulled your shivering body into a main sitting room where a very large fireplace sat on the far wall. 

Eric sat you down on the plush sofa that laid in front of the fireplace and you clutched his jacket tighter to your body as you watched Eric get the fire going with his quick and efficient hands. 

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Hours later after you and Eric unpacked your things and both of you had your dinner. You found yourself sitting in Eric’s lap on a fur rug in front of that luxurious fire. The feeling of the fire warming your skin and the feel of Eric underneath you as he stroked her hair lovingly, warmed more than just your skin; you felt your heart and soul warm from the contentment that you felt in this moment.

As content as you were though in this moment you knew that you wanted more. You wanted more from Eric than just his soft kisses and loving caresses, you weren’t a fool you knew the reputation that surrounded Eric when you started seeing him. 

Ruthless killer and slayer of hearts but that wasn’t the side he presented you with everyday nor was it something he tried hiding from you. It wasn’t something that you felt like he needed to hide anyway. Everyone has shit in their past and in Eric’s case he’s got a whole mountain range of shit he’s got to deal with from his past but he’s grown and you’ve seen that growth. Hell. You being here wrapped safely in his arms in some remote house in god knows where Sweden should be proof enough of that growth; of the trust you place in him. So much so that you feel confident enough to pull from his soft touches and look at him in those blazing glacier eyes. 

You let out a small breath, and reached out your hand, cupping his face before you pulled him slowly in for a soft lingering kiss. Eric hummed his approval against your lips and then you took him by surprise as you tilted your head slightly and deepened the kiss, your tongue playfully dipping in his mouth and tangling with his.

You smiled against Eric’s lips as you heard him let out a low growl, his strong hands that were at his side, coming up to grab your hips bringing you closer to his body. You let out a low gasp as Eric pressed you closer to his body and you felt just how hard he was for you already. 

You pulled your sweet lips away from Eric’s smirking as you heard him softly whisper “No.” when you pulled away. But you or your lips didn’t go far. You pulled away just enough that you were still most definitely in kissing range. 

Eric watched you as you placed your small hands on his strong chest, letting you control every action and determining just how far this night was going to go. He loved it when you were brave for him, with him, taking control and taking what you want from him. He’s waited for this moment for so long but one word from you and he would go jump in the endless snow outside and quickly cure himself of his raging hard on.

Your hands continued their leisurely journey down Eric’s chest until you got to the hem of his shirt. You looked back up at Eric’s face, as if you were asking permission. He nodded and your fingers brushed the skin underneath his shirt and gasped at how cold he was. But you didn’t let that deter you one bit as you grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted it up and over his head; with Eric’s help of course. And then your hands were all over his bare chest starting back up at his strong shoulders, then trailing down his chest your fingers stop over where his heart is; and feeling a certain sadness that you wouldn’t feel it’s steady beat under your touch. 

Eric seemed to sense what you were feeling and grabbed your chin making you look up at him. “Your heart is big enough that it beats for the both of us, sötma.” he whispered lovingly before placing a kiss on your lips and letting your chin go so you can continue with your exploration. 

You leaned down and placed a kiss to that spot on his chest, biting your lip when you heard Eric’s little gasp. Your hands went down feeling his hard abs and then those delicious hip “v’s” that you so desperately needed to run your tongue over but maybe later tonight. You looked back up at Eric’s face and grabbed one of his massive hands; Eric watched intently as you flipped his hand over and started to lovingly trace the lines there. 

Eric couldn’t help himself any longer the same hand that you so lovingly traced he used to cup your cheek, and traced your lips with his thumb. 

“Do you know how beautiful you are to me?” He asked as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head leaving your chest bare to him. 

You felt your cheeks flush. “No. I don’t think you’ve ever told me before. Why don’t you count the ways.” You giggled and let out a little squeal as Eric flipped the both of you over so your back was to the soft fur rug and he was sprawled out on top of you. 

“You’re such a little shit you know that?” He smirked as he leaned down and kissed a spot at your chest, giving it a little suck. Making whatever little smart comment you were about to say dissolve from your mind as you felt Eric ladden your body with open mouth kisses. First to your neck and then your collarbones and then to the spot right where your heart was. 

“Eric.” his name falling from your mouth in a breathy whisper. 

His hair tickled your face as he kissed lower and you let out a gasp as his tongue swirled around your nipple, making your back arch from the surprise of it. 

“So sensitive.” he chided and you felt a gush of warmth spread between your thighs at his words. Before you watched him bring that nipple into his mouth and give it a light suck before he went to do the same to the other. “I wonder where else you're sensitive.” He purred as you felt his lips brush reverently against the bottom of your breasts before continuing his journey to where you were most sensitive. 

You tangled your hands in his hair as he reached your pants and he held your gaze as he undid each of the buttons, making you smile as he lifted your hips up and pulled your pants completely off, leaving you completely bare to him. 

“Oh, Y/N.” He purred as he admired your naked body sprawled out in front of him on his fur rug looking like a norse goddess. “Every part of you is a gift.” He said as he grabbed one of your legs and placed soft kisses there before doing the same to the other. He loved how sprawled out you were for him like a feast all for him. 

“Eric.” You moaned out his name again as you watched him settle himself between your legs, his strong shoulders keeping you spreaded out for him as you watched as he took his index finger and ran it down your slit making you gasp. You watched eagerly as he placed that finger in his mouth and sucked on it. 

“Just as sweet as I knew you’d be, baby.” He smirked and then you felt his tongue flick up your folds before swirling around your clit making your hips buck up into his face. 

You watched as Eric swiveled his head side to side and elicited more moans from you each one getting louder and louder as he sucked your clit and he fucked you with his tongue. Your fingers alternated between burying themselves in Eric’s soft hair to gripping the fur rug behind you as you watched Eric devour you. 

As you felt your orgasm climb you started to writhe under Eric but he easily placed his strong arm over you stomach keeping you under his delicious torture. “Eric, baby I’m gonna come.” You moaned, feeling like you were going to fall over the edge any second. 

“Go ahead baby, come for me. Let me see how pretty you look when you fall apart.” He purred before he added his fingers and crooked them inside you and you fell apart. Eric ate you out through your orgasm letting you ride that wave of pleasure until you finally went limp under him. 

You watched with shaky breaths as Eric pulled away from you giving your clit a kiss before smiling up at you. “I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough of this sweet pussy, sötma.” he said before climbing up and kissing you deeply letting you taste yourself. 

“Are you ready for me, sötma?” He asked and then you felt his strong fingers rub against your soaked folds before he entered you feeling how wet you were for him. “Oh yeah, I think you’re ready for me.” He smiled, kissing you again before standing up and unbuttoning his pants before quickly discarding them.  

He looked like a god from this angle, all strong and hard muscles as he loomed over you, his hard cock springing to his stomach. You’d never been particularly fond of blowjobs mainly because of how your past lovers would grab your head and try to force you down more. But you didn’t feel that Eric you wanted to be at his knees lavishing him with pleasure while he stroked your head lovingly gifting you with lavish praises about how good you were for him.

Maybe another night. You thought to yourself. 

Eric knelt back down till he was sprawled back over you and proceeded to ladden you with soft open mouth kisses, his hands massaging your breasts until you could feel the need between your legs grow until it was too much; you needed Eric now. 

“Eric, please.” You moaned breathily. 

“Are you sure you want me now? We have all night, baby.” He said, kissing your neck again. “Maybe you let me play with that pussy for another hour and then I’ll fuck you.” 

You felt you center throb at the thought at what kind of pleasure could pull from you in an hour; not still not fuck you. 

“No. I want you Eric. I need you inside me now. Please.” You whispered in his ear earning a low growl from him. 

“Well, there’s no way I can deny such a pretty girl when she’s begging for me.”  He hummed and you felt his hard length press up against your folds. “This what you want from me?” He asked, knowing full well, that’s exactly what you wanted. 

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?” you gasped feeling Eric’s hard length press deeper into you, letting you get used to him as he stretched you out for him. 

“Oh baby you’ve got such a mouth on you. I can’t wait to see it wrapped around my cock. I just know you’d look so pretty on your knees for me.” He purred as he slid home, making you moan in his ear as he pressed close to your body,to your warmth. 

Eric kept his pace slow letting you get used to his invasion but also to leave you breathless and wanting under him. He knows what you want; that you want him to pound into you and he will have no worry about that. He can’t wait to hear the lewd sounds of your wet pussy as he drives into you over and over until you scream his name. But right now he wants to draw this out, really feel each part of you and then he’ll pound into your aching pussy. 

“Eric, please.” you breathed out, your nails gripping his back as he kept his pace slow and sensual, making you writhe beneath him. 

“Please what? Sötma.” 

“Harder.” You begged. 

Eric chuckled against your skin. “I just can’t deny you anything can I?” He asked, looking at your face. 

“Please Eric.” 

“Alright, baby.” He said and before you knew it, Eric pulled out of you and brought his hands under your back and brought you up to his until you were straddling him and just as quickly as he pulled out of you, did he plunge himself back into your wet folds; setting a brutal pace as he fucked up into you. 

You let out a scream of pleasure as your hands wrapped around Eric and held him close as he fucked you. 

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

“Yes.” You whimpered, kissing Eric’s neck and sucked at the spot where his shoulder and neck meet earning a low groan from him. 

“Oh Eric!” You moaned, your nails gripping onto his back. “I-I I’m going to come.” 

“Come for me sötma. Grip me with that tight little pussy of yours.” He growled as he drove into you harder and you felt yourself go supernova as your orgasm racked your body. Eric held you tight, slowing his pace down just enough to let you ride through your orgasm. 

After a few seconds though you felt Eric’s pace quicken again and to your surprise his quickening pace was building you up to another orgasm. 

“Eric. I don’t think I can survive another one.” You moaned, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Eric tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled enough to bring your face to his. 

“You can and you will baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock again, with that beautiful pussy.” He growled and kissed you, his hand leaving your hair to snake between your bodies and rub small circles on your oversensitive clit and you gasped into his kiss as you felt your orgasm crash over you as Eric held you close to him, as he chased his own end. 

“Fuck! I love you so much, Y/N.” He screamed as his own orgasm crashed over him, holding you closer to his body as he fell back down onto the soft fur rug underneath him. 

As you laid on top of Eric trying to calm your breathing and find your equilibrium again. Eric’s fingers found your hair again and stroked it lovingly. 

“I love you too ya know?” You smiled and kissed his chest. “And not just for the sex. Although I could definitely get used to that.” You laughed.

“You are trouble.” He said, scrunching his nose at you before bringing your lips to his in another searing kiss.