#true blood reader smut

[vikingstoner69]

Fandom: True Blood

Pairing: Eric Northman/reader

A/N: I may do part two if anyone may want one too.

Summary: you were tired of Eric always choosing sookie so you leave him in the day and that night he comes for you

You were done with Eric always going to Sookie. At one point he had calmed you as his but now you weren't so sure now you all he cared about was Sookie. You had lived with him for some time so you waited for the morning. you packed quickly and quietly as you went. Loading up your car you go to your old family house that was left to you.

Three hours later you are pulling into the drive. You knew Eric would be pissed but another part of you wondered if he would care or even notice. You bite your lip and push thoughts of him out of your mind. Once the car is unloaded you put your things away. This was the only place Eric had not been invited into so you knew if he did come he couldn't get in. You bite your lip harder as tears spring to your eyes and you try so hard to blink them away. Your heart hurt and you felt empty.

Changing into a shirt you grab the whiskey and glass and sit at the table. Looking out the window you see the sun has now set and your phone starts to go off walking over to the table. You see Eric's name on the screen and feel your stomach turn into knots. All you wanted to do was go running back to him but you couldn't, no matter how much you wanted to. Some time had passed before your phone finally went quiet. So you curl up on the couch with your drink and a knock at the door makes you jump. You sit up and freeze when you see Eric's outline through the blinds.

"I'm not going away (y/n)! You might as well open the door" he says loudly through the door. You sigh and stand up and slowly make your way to the door and you slowly open it.

"What do you want Eric? I'm busy" you snap trying to hide how affected you are that he is here. When you decided to leave, never actually thought he would come for you but here he was.

"Care to invite me in?" He asks his light and smooth. You cross your arms over your chest and he gives you a smirk.

"No, I'm sure you have better things to do like running after Sookie" you snap and he chuckles and you growl losing more of your temper.

"Is someone jealous?" He smirks and you stand up straight. At one point you had been but now he was not your anymore to be jealous over. Now he could do whatever he wanted without.

"You're not mine to be jealous over Eric! I'm done being your second thought! I'm done waiting for you to make good on your promise and turn me! I'm done being your problem" you yell tears breaking free with each word. You felt like your heart had been ripped from your chest. You had traveled and been by his and Pam's side for 7 years now. An along the way you and Eric finally stopped fighting your feelings and you became his.

"(Y/n) please don't do this! Invite me in!"he yells his hand slamming on the door frame. You felt a sob break free for a moment but you pushed it away.

"Why shouldn't I? You made it pretty fucking clear who you wanted!" You snap your anger coming back through the heartache, you truly loved him.

"I don't want her, she's useful! But I made you mine, not her!" He says his tone changed a bit as this went on.

"Maybe I should try showing you how it feels! Find me some hot guy and let him have me" you snap, the look on Eric's face was deadly and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"You are mine" he growls through clenched teeth. You roll your eyes and sigh as you cross your arms.

"Not any more Eric, you should go, the sun will be up soon" you say softly, seeing the time on your watch.

"I'm not leaving so either invite me in or watch me burn" he growls, you bite your lip and feel your stomach drop. You didn't really want to find out if he was bluffing.

"Eric please come in" you whisper and Eric walks into the living room. You close the door and look up at him.

"I must go to ground and you are coming with me and then we shall continue this tomorrow night" he says he grabs your arm tightly but not painful. You try to pull your arm free but he won't let go.

"Eric let go! I won't take off, it's pretty clear you will just track me down!" You snap and he chuckles, he slowly lets you go but his hand doesn't leave your arm.

"I want you close to me" he says softly, looking down at you. You bite your lip and nod.

"Fine, follow me" you say, you walk away from Eric and start for the door that leads to the underground seller. Once you both enter the room with the only bed in it. You look back over at Eric and see him standing at the foot of the bed.

"What is this place?" He asks, watching you move around the room. There was a small fridge and drinks in the corner.

"Before I was bron my great grandfather used to run moonshine. Now it's just my little hide away when I was a kid" you tell him looking around the room. Eric comes into the room fully and closes the door behind him.

"How interesting" he chuckles, laying down on the bed. You walk to the other side and climb in bed. Eric watches as you get settled before he rolls over and throws an arm over you.

"Eric! Let me go!" You snap trying to move out of his arms only for him to pull you flush against his chest and you feel his breath on your neck and fight back a shiver.

"Good night" he says softly kissing his healed fang marks in your neck and heat flowed through your body. You bite your lip and wiggle a bit and he groans his hand goes to your hip with a tight hold.

"Trying to get comfortable" you tell him his arm goes back around you and you feel his nose run up your neck and it takes forever not to let out a moan.

"If you're not in this bed when I arise you will be punished" he growls, you bite your and nod your head.

"I won't leave, but don't think that means this changes anything" you say softly and he sighs and lays his head back down. You felt his body go slack and you knew that the sun had risen and you closed your eyes and let sleep take you.

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You groan and roll and stretch as you open your eyes. Eric is still holding you tightly and your legs are tangled with your head on his chest, his fingers lightly sliding up and down your arm.

"Good evening" he says softly and you sit up and look down at him.

"What time is it?" You ask your eyes to lock with him and he leans up on his elbow.

"The sun just set 10 minutes ago" he says, reaching to stroke your face. You bite your lip and sigh.

"You should go Eric" you say softly, and he sighs sitting up.

"I choose you, Sookie came to me for help but I turned her away to come for you" he says sternly making you look up at him. Your stomach was in knots and your heart was racing.

"Why? You love her" you snap a bit more harsher than you meant to. Eric growls and pins you to the bed. You gasp and look up at Eric.

"I have loved you for years! I promised to turn you! Do you really have so little faith in my feelings?" He stats hovering over you, you look up at him, his words sinking in and tears spring to your eyes.

"Then make good on your promise! Turn me!" You say looking up at him. His fang popped out with a 'click' and you felt heat rush through your body.

"Alright then" he grins and leans down to your neck and you feel your clit throb and you bite your lip to stop the moan.

"Tonight?" You ask hopeful and he chuckles.

"Tomorrow night" he says, pulling back to look down at you. Eric lets your arms go and you reach up with your hands resting on his chest and they glide up behind his neck.

"Then fuck me one last time as a human" you say, Eric's lips crash on yours and you moan your fingers tangled in his hair. You moan when he grinds into you his lips travel down your neck to your ear.

"Your mine" he says hotly in your ear and you moan. Eric leans up and pulls his shirt off. You sit up and do the same Eric helps you strip naked and he pushes you on the bed.

"Eric, don't make me wait!" You beg your back arches as his lips travel down your body. When he reached your thighs he kissed them both before nipping them.

"Oh no sweetheart I plan to take my sweet time with you" he smirks from between your legs making you bite your lip. The moan slips free when he grazes your groin and your hands tug his hair and he groans.

"Bite me Eric" you moan your breath coming out in quick pants. You look down at him, your eyes as his fang sinks into your thigh making you cry out in pleasure. Eric drinks deeply from you as you both keep eye contact. When he had his fill he lets your thigh and healed your bite marks.

"Now it's time for dessert" he growls, you cry out when you feel his mouth on you. Your head falls back as you moan for Eric. He groaned as he ate you sloppy.

"Fuck Eric I'm so close!" You cry out, your eyes close for a brief moment and he takes that second to remove his mouth making you whine at the loss.

"It's not gonna be that easy princess? You need to be punished" he growled against your skin and you bit your lip. Eric starts a hot blazing trail up your body stopping to kiss and suck at your neck.

"Punish me after you turn me, just fuck me" you beg moving your hands to undo his pants and you grab his hard cock making him groan.

"Beging so soon? My you must want me bad" he chuckles toing off his pants leaving him naked above you. You bring his mouth back to yours and you moan at the taste of yourself both blood and your juices.

"I do! I want you so bad" you cry out as he grinds into you. Your hold on him tightens. He runs his cock through your drenched folds. Eric slowly pushed slowly into you and you both moaned.

"You're so tight and warm" he groans in your neck. You whine when he starts to pull out but your whine turns into a scream of his name as he thrusts into you hard and deep.

"Eric!" You cry out your nails dig down his back. Eric snarls and picks up his pace making your toes curl. Without warning he pulls out and flips you to your hands and knees. He retenters you from behind using your hair as a lead, pulling you back into him. His hand runs from your hair to your throat he pulls you back till you are flush with him he nips your lobe.

"I'm gonna fuck you like this every night" he says huskily and you moan as thoughts of him turning you enter your mind. Eric's fangs enter your neck and you push back taking him deeper. He groans as he drinks from you, you always feel close to him like this. He lets your neck go and you cry out feeling so close to cumming.

"Please Eric!" You beg your head on his shoulder and your hand in his hair. Eric groans, his hand slips between your legs and he slowly rubs your clit.

"Please what princess? If you want something, you gotta ask" he says hotly in your ear making you moan.

"Please let me cum Eric" you beg, you felt like your body would explode if the bubble didn't pop, you were so close.

"Good girl, cum for me" he groans in your ear and you moan as you cum hard on his cock. Eric groans as you clamp down hard on him.

"Oh fuck! Eric!" You cry out your vision blurd. He groans as he pulls out and flips you back over leaning down to kiss you deeply. Eric fucks you hard and deep. He groans and cums in you deeply and you moan.

"I love you" he breathes and leans down kissing you deeply. His hands roam your body making you bite your lip.

"I love you two my viking king" you lean up and kiss him deeply before you flip him over on his back with you straddling him his hands go to your hips.

"Oh, what's this? Does my queen want more?" He grins his hands, runs up your thighs to your breasts and you moan as you start to rock your hips and he groans.

"I want to ride you" you smirk down at him and he chuckles.

"Go on then"

[leviathanspain]

keep my heart

eric northman x human!reader

synopsis: you were his achilles heel, his heart outside of his body, and he would do anything to protect it

eric hadn’t given you any details after picking you up from work. you had settled into his car after your long shift at merlotte’s, the restaurant air lingered on your skin, the hard work of the day ached in your bones. you felt everything but beautiful, and initially refused the vampire’s offer to drive you home. but after much convincing, and the reminder that you barely had a choice, you had reluctantly gotten into the car with him.

he looked at you coolly, turning on the radio as he began to drive. you stared at his side profile, waiting for him to say something. eric smiled slightly, “what?” he didn’t know what made you so special in his eyes, from your knowledge and the words of many others, eric hated humans, didn’t respect human life enough.

but you, you had been the only exception, and eric found himself fighting to keep you in his life, even if he’s had to subtly change his ways. yet somehow, the past always came to bite him back in the ass, hence the reason he had decided to drop you off at bill’s house instead of your house. he owed him a favor anyway.

you watched as the silhouette of your house passed you by. you sat up with a slight panic and let out a nervous chuckle, “seemed to pass my house by. i’m surprised you forgot, i thought your memory was supposed to be sharp.” you tried to be playful, not knowing the bounds of his anger, and you never wanted to.

eric smiled softly, “i didn’t.” his hand moved over to the radio knob and turned the music all the way up. it blasted as you exhaled deeply. you were trying not to panic, you hadn’t been in danger with eric before, and you had been hanging around him for a while. but you weren’t sure if it was sookie’s words on eric that came back to haunt you, or just the sheer panic of it all, but for the first time, you were afraid of eric northman.

you recognized bill’s house as the car pulled in. you had been there just a handful of times, mostly with sookie who had been the one to introduce you to eric. you looked at eric and he grabbed your hand, “please.” he didn’t have to say much else as you understood what he was trying to say.

behave. the word went unspoken, and you stepped out of the car after a moment of hesitation. you had no reason not to trust the viking, he had been more than kind to you for the while that hes shown interest in you. courting you, buying you expensive gifts and gowns, more than a small town girl would ever need. yet, you hadn’t shared more than a kiss, nothing to warrant his affection. it was a mystery, his interest in you, but you liked his company, and at times, his protection.

eric could feel your fear, he saw it in your shoulders as you walked next to him. he had been silent the entire time, not knowing what else he was supposed to say. he put a hand against the small of your back, gently leading you into the house.

you looked at eric with wide eyes as you saw bill. there was an expression of distress on bill’s features as he saw you. you knew through sookie that bill couldn’t stand eric’s infatuation with you. he thought it was dangerous, yet he had no qualms of his own romance with sookie.

so to be standing here at his doorstep with said dangerous man behind you, you felt small. bill looked at you and smiled politely, “miss y/n, sookie is here. why don’t you join her?” he stepped aside, opening his arm to lead you in. you turned to look at eric and caught a glimpse of the look he shared with bill.

whatever he was doing, he was doing it for you.

you swallowed thickly and nodded, feeling stiff as you walked into the living room, seeing the blonde ponytail of your best friend, feeling a slight relief. she usually had the answers, even if she always had something to say about your friendship with eric.

she turned as you approached the couch she was seated on. “y/n-“ she embraced you tightly, “im so glad you’re alright.” she pulled away and you furrowed your eyebrows, “why wouldn’t i be? do you know why eric brought me here? what’s going on sookie?” you had so many questions that seemed to erupt at her words. clearly she knew something you didn’t, and she shouldn’t have told you.

her face tightened, unsure of how to explain the situation, you ran off back towards eric.

he and bill had moved their conversation to the library and you pushed the partially opened door, wide open, “eric- what the hell is going on?” you wanted to trust him, and you had been, knowing often that what he did, he did with a purpose.

but randomly offering to pick you up after work, and driving past your house on purpose had been one, but sookie knowing before you did of your own fate was ridiculous, especially coming from him.

the vampires’ conversation died down immediately and eric looked at you with a stone expression. bill looked between the two of you and once towards eric before excusing himself politely.

you stared at eric, and he sighed deeply, breaking the stoic expression and silence that he had been giving you all night.

“eric-“ you were scared, you didn’t want to admit it but in a world that became almost unrecognizable to you in the past few years, you had the right to be. he stood up and walked over to you. he inhaled and gently put his hands on your arms, “y/n-“ eric’s head was bowed, unusual for a man who loved eye contact, “bill will protect you while i’m gone. i-“ eric cleared his throat, “i’ve gotten into some shit and,” he shrugged, “they have a tendency to harm the ones i love. and i haven’t had to protect anyone,” he finally looked up at you, “in a very long time.” as he looked into your eyes, it suddenly dawned on you that your friendship with eric had long been something else.

“i see.” you couldn’t help the automatic reply that came out, you were too occupied staring into the viking’s eyes. unable to stop yourself, you leaned in to kiss eric, his lips catching yours into a passionate kiss. his hands fell from your arms down to your waist, squeezing tight at your hips.

eric pulled away suddenly and you called after him, “eric!” but he was already racing out the door, his long legs giving him the advantage. you saw him walking towards the door and you leapt towards him, but felt hands gripping at you, stopping you from reaching eric.

you turned and saw it was bill, who’s vampire strength easily subdued you. eric looked at you painfully and at bill, “keep my heart, bill compton, or else i’ll be really, really fucking pissed.”

as eric left, and you continued to struggle in bill’s arms, you were left with more questions than before, and at the tone of his words, you weren’t sure if and when eric northman would return for you.

[blackleatherjacketz]

All Better

Eric Northman x Female Reader

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

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

Read more Eric!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, that’s not so bad, now is it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pinkydevil16]

Eric Northman x Stackhouse!Reader

18+  Word count: 15k+

Triggers: attempted rape, blood, violence

Y/n grit her teeth as she stood next to Sookie in Fangtasia, the blonde in a white and red dress which looked like she was coated in blood whilst Y/n wore a t shirt and jeans hoping to blend into the background as Bill spoke to the blonde viking on a throne. Y/n wasn't quite sure how she had been roped into all this, her sister had always been different, and Y/n was protective as any sister would be. 

"So why are we playing live bait right now?" Y/n questioned as she looked around, Sookie shushing her as she tried to read their lips until the viking curled him finger towards them, Y/n wanting to face palm as Bill nodded and encouraged them up. 

"Why God why." Y/n mumbled to herself as she followed Sookie, Bill stood stoically next to Sookie as Y/n hung back, her mind trying to think of ways out of the situation but she knew she couldn't do anything against a vampire.

"This is Eric Northman, he's the Sheriff." 

"Sookie Stackhouse and Y/n Stackhouse." Y/n looked at the viking as he looked her up and down with a smirk, Y/n keeping her expression blank as she took him in. He was intimidating, anyone who said he wasn't would be a liar or a much more powerful vampire, being human meant he could snap her in half without so much as blinking. 

"It's nice to meet you." Sookie's voice was sweet as she held onto Bill's hand, her other taking Y/n's as she read her thoughts. 

"Well aren't you sweet." Eric's voice was deep as he looked over Sookie as Y/n interjected.

"Not really, it's just the hospitality in her." Y/n squeezed Sookie's hand as Bill shot her a look, Y/n scowling back at him as Eric stood and looked down at her. 

"Miss Stackhouse i understand you have been asking questions to my customers, if you have something to ask you should ask it of me." Although his demand was directed at Sookie he kept his eyes on Y/n as she tried not to look away, reminding herself it was like dealing with an animal. 

"Alrighty then." Sookie's voice brought Eric's attention from Y/n as she let out a breath, her eyes now finding the beautiful blonde in a black corset as she leant against Eric's chair, her pointed eyes staring straight into Y/n's soul as she looked away. Eric sat down as Sookie showed him the photos of the girls.

"I am not done with you yet." Eric's voice jumped Y/n out of her trance, having been lost in her thoughts, Sookie's hand now squeezing Y/n's tightly as Eric looked over the both of them.

"Please...sit." His tone seemed playful as he gestured to the chair next to him, Bill nodding at Sookie as she took a seat, Y/n standing next to her sister before the blonde vampire brought another chair and placed it the other side of Eric. Y/n stared at the blonde before looking at Eric, his expression daring her to challenge him as she looked at Sookie before sitting.

"So are you quite attached to your friend?" Eric smirked as Bill quickly growled out that Sookie was his, Y/n could now feel her palms begin to sweat as her need to fight or flight was becoming more and more apparent. 

"Yes, i am his." Sookie confirmed, her voice confident before Eric turned his gaze to Y/n, his eyes looking her up and down as he spoke.

"Your judgement has always been clouded Bill, especially when you have such a special human here." Y/n looked back at Sookie in confusion before Eric turned his head back to Bill, the two speaking as Y/n gave Sookie a panicked look and kept darting her eyes to the exit hoping her sister would get the gist. 

"You need to leave, there's going to be a police raid." Sookie suddenly spoke, urgency in her voice as she stood and grabbed Y/n's hand, looking to Bill for help as Eric began questioning her. Seconds later Y/n stood outside, the world had moved quickly around her as she stumbled, her trainers planting firmly on the ground as she adjusted to her surroundings and looked for Sookie. Eric took advantage of Y/n's confusion, pushing her against the wall as he leaned over her with a smirk.

"What is that scent Miss Stackhouse? What are you?" Y/n stuttered before Eric was gone, Sookie and Bill now fussed over her as she tried to explain what happened but in truth even she was unsure.

Y/n bent over the table at merlottes, wiping it down before taking the napkins and cutlery out her pocket and placing it down in the assigned seats at the booth, her head turning to the door as it dinged. More customers, looking at the time she sighed, two hours left and she was done for the weekend, she wanted to get home quickly so she could spend some time with her Gran before she went to bed.

"Orders up." Lafayette called out as Y/n welcomed the three men in, seating them at the table she had just cleaned and took their drinks order. Collecting the food she served it to a nearby table and collected the three beers before placing them down.

"Would ya'll like some food?" Her voice was sweet but she could see the men were anything but worthy of such kindness, they were dressed in camouflage and she imagined some poor deer was in the back of their pick up truck after a hunt. 

"Three burgers hot stuff, and your number." The leader smirked as the other two laughed, Y/n putting on a fake smile as she took the menus and tucked them under her arm.

"Three burgers, do you want normal or curly fries?" The man leant back so he could stare at her ass, his buddies all laughing as they took a swig from their beer.

"Normal and don't forget that number, you got a sweet ass and i could give you a hell of a ride." Y/n gave them a tight lipped smile and walked away, the men laughing as they talked loudly about her body, taking a deep breath she rang in the order.

"You alright sweetness?" Lafayette spoke, placing a plate of fries in front of Y/n with a side of her favourite sauce which she gave him a thankful smile and dipped a fry into it before eating it.

"Yeah just some jackasses who think they own the world." Lafayette looked behind Y/n to see the men moving their hands about sexually as they looked over at Y/n making him scowl as he looked back at his friend.

"You want me to deal with them?" Y/n shook her head as she ate another fry and got back her composure.

"Maybe just spit in their food for me." Y/n gave him a cheeky grin as she walked away, Lafayette laughing as she walked behind the bar and grabbed three more beers. She could see them tipping their current ones up and she didn't want anymore lewd comments so she quickly dropped the next round off and walked away. 

"Y/n." Sam called out as he poked his head out his office, Y/n looking up as he waved her in with a small smile, following him she grabbed her fries and sauce before sitting cross legged on his sofa and continuing to eat her snack.

"You alright kiddo?" Y/n nodded with a smile as she reached over to where Sam had an open beer, drinking it as she enjoyed her fries, Sam smiling softly at her as he looked over the schedule.

"You don't want extra hours do ya? Cos Arlene's had to drop two shifts cos the kids need picking up." Y/n put out her hand and opened and closed her hand, Sam laughing as he handed it to her and she totted up the hours and extra pay before nodding and handing it back.

"You got it boss, but you owe me alright? I expect to be bribed with a bottle of your finest vodka." Sam laughed as he agreed shaking her hand, promising to give it to her next time she was in. Grinning Y/n stood, putting her empty take out box in the bin and wiping her hands on her apron, checking the time as she saw she only had 30 minutes left. 

"Foods up." Y/n grabbed the three burgers as she balanced them on her arms and walked towards the now tipsy men, placing the burgers down with a smile.

"Any sauces?" Y/n should have know what was to come as the men laughed and leaned closer.

"I can give you some sauce sweetcheeks, bend over and i'll cover ya." Y/n's eye twitched before she let out an overly exaggerated laugh making the men move back as she almost doubled over in false laughter.

"Wow! That is just so funny! You should share that with everyone here because wow, comedians." Y/n then deadpanned and placed the bill down, walking towards the bar as she began serving the regular patrons with a normal smile.

"Fuckin bitch." One of them mumbled before they slammed down $40 and left, the money barely covering their tab as Y/n waved with a sickly sweet smile. 

Y/n waved bye to Sam as she left her shift, walking into the carpark towards her car before a pickup truck almost hit her, the truck stopping infront of her as she fell back with a cry. The three men jumped out the truck as with grins, Y/n's eyes full of panic as she got up and tried to run but they were quicker, grabbing her ponytail and yanking her back as she fell to the ground in front of them.

"Gonna teach you a lesson you fuckin bitch." The same man from before spoke in her ear before he slammed his foot into her back, forcing her face down into the dirt as she began trying to fight, hot tears running down her face as she tried to scramble away. 

"Get off me!" Y/n screamed, managing to turn on her back and dig her nails into the leaders face, feeling his skin under her nails as she listened to him curse out before he smacked her in the face. Looking at her hand she saw the blood, a surge of pride going through her before she felt her arms be pinned down, the leader now stood in front of her as he began unbuckling his trousers.

"You fuckin' whore, i'm gonna make you regret that." Y/n kicked out her legs, but the men holding her top half down were strong and three against one was never a fair fight. As she felt his hands touch her shorts she screamed, two small bolts of light coming out her hands and forcing the two men off. The leader's eyes widened as he fell back, his friends now halfway across the carpark and unconscious as the door to Merlotte's opened and Lafayette ran out with a meat cleaver.

"You get away from her!" The leader bolted up, Lafayette swinging at him before he managed to get into his truck, Sam writing down the license as Lafayette helped Y/n up. Her hair covered in dirt as she hugged Lafayette still panicked and afraid. 

"I'm calling Sook." Y/n nodded as Lafayette helped her inside, he left for a moment before coming back with a dark red drink and telling her to down it. Y/n agreed and coughed as she drank the strong concoction but it made her feel better knowing Lafayette and Sam were there. 

"You alright sugar?" Lafayette sat across from her as he leant over and pushed her hair out her face, picking out a few pieces of dirt as Y/n gave him a small smile.

"I'm okay, just shaken up, i'm just thankful you came out when you did." Lafayette nodded, he'd been out the back having a smoke when he'd heard a scream. 

A few minutes later and Sookie was there, she looked shaken up as she ran in, her eyes darting around before she found Y/n and the pair and ran to each other. Sookie hugged Y/n close as she ran through her thoughts and almost cried as she saw the events unfold, Y/n clutched Sookie as she felt her riffling around in her mind. 

"Well isn't this touching." Eric's voice made Sookie and Y/n split as Bill and Eric stood in the doorway, Sookie looked towards Sam as he scowled at the two vampires. Lafayette was quick to disappear into the back hoping to remain unseen.

"Are you alright Miss Y/n?" Bill spoke, Y/n nodding slowly as she kept her eyes on Eric, a confused look on her face as he looked around merlottes in disgust at the back swamp bar compared to Fangtasia. 

"I'm okay just...yeah." Y/n didn't know what else to say as Eric turned his attention to her and looked her all over, he acted as though with one look he could pick her apart and see into her soul like Pam had. 

"We're taking you home." Y/n looked back at Sookie with a smile as her sister grasped her hand and pulled her towards Bill. 

"So why was Eric there?" Y/n asked as she bit into a burger, wiping her mouth as Sookie sighed and sat up on the sun lounger.

"I told you already, he came to ask, well more demand, for me to help him find out who's been stealing money. We were gonna leave when Sam called and i refused to leave. He was surprisingly okay with delaying. He's so creepy." Sookie shivered as she laid back down, Y/n nodding as she finished her burger, wiping her hand together before laying back on her sun lounger. 

"Is Gran excited for tonight?" Sookie sat up with a beaming smile as she began explaining how Gran and the other people in her club were excited to meet Bill and be able to ask him questions.

"She's so cute, does she have her notebook ready?" Y/n grinned as Sookie nodded and went on and on about how Bill was excited aswell to be able to share his experience and have a positive relationship with other humans in Bon Temp.

Y/n yawned and stretched before rubbing her eyes, she'd had a nap during the day to get ready for tonight, her Gran was ecstatic as Y/n came down the stairs. 

"Oh Y/n, it's almost time to go!" Y/n grinned as she took her Gran's arm and the pair began their way to the event. Her Gran talked her ear off the whole walk, showing her the questions on her notebook. 

Y/n waved goodbye to each of the members as they excited the church, her Gran walking back with a few of the members as she encouraged Y/n to stay. 

"That was a good night." Y/n spoke as she walked towards Sookie and Bill, the pair chatting happily as Y/n sat beside them.

"It was indeed Miss Y/n, i'm glad your Grandmother enjoyed it." Y/n smiled as she recalled how happy her Gran had been.

"Anyway i'm going to walk home." Y/n stood, slapping her knees as she looked at the love sick pair, Bill smiling at Sookie as he pushed some of her hair back.

"I'm assuming you'll be home later?" Sookie nodded before hugging Y/n.

"We'll walk you home incase that murderer is out there."

Y/n screamed out as she saw her Gran, Sookie fell next to her as she pushed her Gran onto her back and begged her to wake up. Y/n fell to her knees and her hands shook as she stared at the blood covering her hands, her Gran's blood, Sookie now had her head against her Gran's chest as she cried. Bill stood by the door, his hand over his mouth as he inhaled the blood, his eyes darting around as he tried to find any scent of the murderer, rushing around the property but there was no sign of anyone. 

Y/n stood in the kitchen, her black dress smoothed under hands as she anxiously pushed it down once more, her eyes on the multitude of people who walked in and out of the house. Sookie was upstairs splashing her face after her outburst at the funeral, Y/n's couldn't blame her, if she could hear everyone's thoughts she'd have been locked in a looney bin years ago. 

Everything was finally over and Y/n sat at the table staring at her Gran's pie, she had screamed at Maxine for touching it and now she was sat with a fork in her hand and tears in her eyes as she took a bite. Sobbing as she chewed, Sookie came down the stairs and looked at Y/n for minute before joining her, the pair sobbing as they ate the last remaining memory of their Gran and took solace in each others grief. After they'd finished the pie Y/n took herself upto bed, exhausted from the last few days and honestly done with humans, vampires or whatever else was out there, she wanted her Gran. She heard Sookie leave, but she couldn't seem to care as she curled up into her duvet and cried herself to sleep.

Eric grinned as he watched Y/n and Sookie enter, the latter in a white dress and looking pissed as she looked at Eric whilst Y/n wore black jeans and hoodie, her eyes hidden by dark circles. Y/n sat on the bar as she grabbed a bottle of vodka and a glass, pouring herself large shots and downing them as Sookie interviewed each human and declared them innocent. Y/n felt the air shift beside her as Eric appeared, his body too close for her liking as she sneered at him and shuffled further away.

"Don't be so shy Y/n, not when you're drinking from my bar for free." He flashed her a fang-filled grin as she gave him a fake smile back and downed another shot, she wondered what it was like to have no fear like Eric. Sure Bill was powerful but he still cowered and bent under Eric's will, it was an odd thing to see, since Bill held himself at a higher calliper than Eric yet couldn't beat him. 

"They're innocent." Y/n called out as Sookie nodded to Bill, taking the attention off herself and back to the waitress who sat across from Sookie. Y/n decided she had drank enough for a good buzz, placing the vodka back as she held the glass in her hand and twirled it as she watched Ginger be sat down. The poor woman looked like she'd been dragged through a bush too many times in her life and had ended up here, Sookie began pouring through her mind until she scowled. Y/n hopping off the bar and standing behind Sookie as she tilted her head and stared at Ginger, a lightbulb basically appearing above Y/n's head as she looked at Sookie.

"She's been glamoured." Y/n felt proud of herself as Sookie explained Ginger knew how took it but there was a block, one only a vampire could create. Before anyone could react Longshadow rushed towards Sookie, shoving her backwards and onto a table as Y/n went flying backwards into the chairs. Her head knocking harshly the wood as she tried to stand but a sudden rush of water forced her back down as chunks of vampire and gallons of blood spurted across the room, coating Sookie head to toe as she screamed out. Bill stood over her, a stake in his hand as Eric looked unimpressed nodding to Pam who grabbed Sookie and Y/n taking them to the bathroom. Y/n luckily was able to wash off the blood, removing her hoodie which covered a tank top which had stayed dry. However Sookie was not so lucky and all Pam had to offer was a leather get up which made Y/n giggle at Sookie's expression.

"Sorry." Y/n mumbled as Sookie glared at her, Y/n wiping off the remains of Longshadow out her shoes as she sighed and looked in the mirror. She couldn't deny she looked like shit, she guessed Grief did that to a person and yet Sookie looked radiant in grief, maybe it was to do with her relationship with Bill. Maybe Y/n needed to get back on the horse and try to find something other than work and her fucked up home life to take up her time. Y/n rubbed her face and called out Sookie letting her know she was going to get another drink, Sookie asked for a beer and Y/n laughed and left the bathroom. Entering the bar she cringed as she watched Ginger gag as she cleaned up Longshadow, her little outfit covered in blood aswell as her knees and hands whilst Pam and Eric watched. 

"Ahh Y/n, such a shame you didn't need a new outfit." Y/n gave Eric a mocking smile and walked towards the bar as she looked through the stock, feeling the air change as it had earlier, Eric leaning over her as he inhaled loudly.

"Could you be any creepier?" Y/n asked as she poured herself a rum and coke, grabbing out a beer as she went to walk around Eric but he gripped her arm and brought her towards him.

"You are you bleeding, let me fix that for you." Y/n went to object as she felt the throb in her forehead, Eric running his finger over her cut and collecting the blood, placing it in his mouth with a smirk before biting his finger and placing his blood over the cut. Y/n felt it heal instantly, her eyes widening as she watched his lick her blood off his finger again, her hands shaking slightly as she held the drinks tightly and coughed moving away.

"Thanks." Y/n mumbled out, side stepping Eric as Bill walked out with Sookie, her sister moving close to her as Y/n handed her the beer and the two stood watching the tension between the vampires.

"You have 24 hours to think about my offer Bill." Eric's voice seemed more powerful as he looked at Bill with menace, the latter nodding before the three took their leave, Y/n giving Bill a confused look but he ignored her.

"Want to divulge what that last bit was about William?" Y/n pressed as Bill drove, her hands on Sookie's seat as she pulled herself half into the front to irritate Bill, the vampire looking at her then Sookie before talking.

"I killed a vampire tonight, it is against our laws and Eric has said he will hand me over to the magistrate unless i give him Y/n in exchange for his silence. I refused so he has given me the day to think about what is more important." Y/n's jaw dropped as she looked back at Sookie, her sister wearing the same expression as they both looked at Bill, Y/n dropping back in her seat and crossing her arms with a pout.

"Like hell am i being given to that viking prick, who does he think he is? Demanding you give me over huh!" Y/n seethed in her seat, recalling how Eric had technically drunk her blood and healed her cut but all she wanted was to wring his neck. Bill began explaining how serious it was but that he would never do that to Sookie as he loved her, Sookie smiled as she took Bill's hand and thanked him. Y/n looked out the window with a sigh as she watched Fangtasia get further away. 

Y/n stood behind the bar at Merlottes, popping open a beer as she smiled and handed it to the customer, a crisp $5 placed in her hand with a wink, Y/n smiling back before rolling her eyes at the $2 tip this guy thought was flirting. The doors opened as Y/n moved round the bar and greeted the customers, her hand pushing the money inside to deal with later as she raised her head and stared in confusion at Bill, Pam and Eric walking through the door.

"Oh hi." Y/n didn't quite know what to do, looking around as Sookie came towards Bill, Eric and Pam laughing at the dingy bar whilst Y/n stared at them confused. Bill spoke in a hushed voice to Sookie before walking to the back office as Sookie grabbed drinks and served the customers she had been with before they entered.

"Do you guys want a table?" Eric's eyes snapped to Y/n as he grinned and moved closer until her chest touched his, his body looming over her as Pam began handing out Fangtasia vouchers.

"We're only here so Bill can tell Sookie he'll be gone for a while, but i thought i'd come to see you." Y/n raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked around seeing Rene, Hoyt and some of Jason's other coworkers staring at her as she stepped back and looked at Eric. 

"You should come to Fangtasia and see me again Miss Stackhouse." Y/n gave him an odd look before moving around him and taking orders, Bill now exiting the office as Sam followed behind and watched him speak to Sookie before Eric hurried him along.

"We know when someone has wronged one of our kind, we can smell it. Be warned." Eric looked around the bar before winking at Y/n and leaving with Pam and Bill in tow leaving the majority of customers confused whilst others shared panicked looks. Y/n smiled at the sweet lady she was serving, the older lady handing her a rolled up bill before leaving. Y/n opened the tip but rolled her eyes, the sun church or whatever the God botherers were calling it now on a false dollar bill, that lady must think she's dancing with the devil or something. Y/n turned to see Sookie being hugged by Tara before she asked Amy to cover her shift and removed her apron, Y/n walking towards her as Sookie gave her sister a hug.

"I need some time alone, i'm going to stay at Bill's to be safe." Y/n nodded and checked her phone, an unknown number having sent her a message.

"If you need company call me." Y/n scowled and deleted the number, someone must have sent her number to a scam site as she placed it back in her pocket and stretched her arms feeling her back crack. 

"Alright, i'm gonna pour some more beers lets get back to it." Y/n grabbed a large jug of beer and walked towards Rene and Hoyt, smiling as Rene pulled her into a hug, allowing her to pour beers as he spoke to her.

"You alright little darlin' you not caught up in all that are ya?" Y/n shook her head, her ponytail moving side to side giving Rene a good view of her clear neck as he gave her a kiss on the head.

"Good, good, can't have our best mates lil' sis in trouble." Y/n laughed as he let her go, Hoyt handing her a $10 bill and telling her to get herself a drink even though she got them on the house she thanked him. She was glad Jason had such good friends even if he was a dick sometimes, especially at the moment but even Amy seemed good for him. 

Y/n walked around Rene and Arlene's engagement party, a smile on her face as she watched Jason and his friends hug and drink beers whilst Amy chatted away to Sookie and Arlene. Her phone made a noise as she opened it up, another text from the unknown number.

"Miss me yet?" Y/n scowled and deleted it, this time blocking the number as she shoved her phone into her bag on a nearby chair and walked away, smiling at Hoyt came up to her.

"Hi Y/n, do ya, do ya want a drink or anything?" Jason's best friend blushing as he asked, Y/n grinning.

"You're such a gentleman, I'd love a cocktail thank you." Hoyt nodded and put out his arm, Y/n taking it as she walked beside him to the drinks table, smiling as his hands slightly shook whilst pouring the drink. Y/n took it from him and placed a small kiss on his cheek, his face going red as he laughed it off and rubbed the back of his neck trying not to be obvious but failing. The moment cut short as a scream ripped through the building of Merlottes, Sookie running out and into Sam's arms as she cried out.

"He's here!" Sam's eyes widened as he passed Sookie to Tara who had sobered up enough to hold her as Sam, Andy, Jason and a few others rushed inside and began searching, Hoyt ran over with Y/n towards Sookie. 

"Alright this is fuckin it, lets go buy some guns and be ready for this asshole." Y/n stormed through the house, Sam and Sookie behind her as she grabbed the shotgun and found the rounds nearby, loading it up and hiding it behind the sofa before grabbing her tip jar and emptying all the money out. 

"Y/n we can't shoot someone we can't see! You need to listen to me, i saw everything in his mind, i need to think." Y/n ignored Sookie as she walked off, Sam looking between them before following Sookie to help her figure it out. Y/n shoved the cash into her bag finding her phone ringing, scowling she answered it without thinking.

"What!" Y/n heard silence before a deep laugh, a laugh she remembered too easily as Eric laughed out her name.

"Well Hello to you too." Y/n rolled her eyes and began walking out the house, slamming the door behind her and getting in the car as Eric spoke.

"I just wanted to check in on you as i felt how angry you were, aswell as some fear." Y/n put him on speaker as she drove towards the nearest place she could find with guns.

"How in the hell did you feel that?" Y/n turned the corner, as she tried to think of how that would even work before she slammed on her breaks as a man stood in the road. Screaming she tried to lock the doors as the man approached and opened the door, Y/n trying to exit before the man spoke.

"I tasted your blood so i know exactly what you feel and where you are." Y/n stopped screaming and looked at him in shock as he reached over and took the keys out the ignition, walking round and opening the driver door with a pointed look.

"I'll drive." Y/n nodded, fear coursing through her veins as she sat in the passenger seat whilst Eric began driving.

"I...i'm going to a local gun shop but they don't allow vamps." Y/n's voice was quiet as she picked at her nails, unsure how Eric would react to discrimination of his kind.

"And why do you need a gun?" Eric looked at Y/n as she scoffed and turned in her chair to face him.

"A woman can't just want to protect herself?" Eric grinned as he continued the drive towards the gun shop, turning left into the carpark.

"You can do whatever you want but i just want to know why." Y/n rolled her eyes and opened the car door, Eric moving quickly to pull it fully open and extend his hand which she took with a huff as he pulled her out and against him.

"There's a murderer in Bon Temp, he killed my Gran and tried to kill Sookie. I'm going to shoot him in his goddamn head." Eric grinned widely as Y/n walked past him and into the shop, his tall body leaning against the car as he watched her place down all her money and ask for whatever guns would be easy to hide and easy to use. He laughed as she came out, a pistol in her bag and another in a box with two boxes of ammo under her arms, smiling at Eric as he opened the door and took the gun and bullets from her to place them safely down.

"That was surprisingly easy." Y/n said as she climbed in, Eric beside her as he put the car in reverse, watching her closely as she pulled out the gun and stared at it.

"Have you ever shot one before?" Y/n shook her head, her Gran had always said it was the last form of protection never the first but now she wished she had been taught a few tricks.

"I'll teach you." Y/n grinned as Eric continued driving.

Eric parked outside the Stackhouse residence, Y/n getting out as Eric quickly surveyed the area before letting Y/n know it was safe, Y/n shrugged as she grabbed her new guns and ammo.

"Sook!" Y/n shouted as she entered finding Sookie and Sam sat on the sofa, Y/n almost positive she had interrupted something as Sookie jumped away from Sam. Eric stood by the doorway, Y/n giving him a weird look before telling Sookie to come look at the guns, Sookie following her sister as Sam glared at Eric.

"This is for you, i want you to keep it in your bag Sook, you gotta promise okay? If that fucker tries again you blow his brains out." Y/n was dead serious as she handed the gun to Sookie and pulled her outside, Sookie glaring at Eric as she leant against the wooden pillars with a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" Sookie snarked, Y/n brushing her sister's attitude off as she continued to pull her sister out the safety of the house.

"He's teaching us how to shoot." Sookie raised her eyebrows and looked at Sam who appeared slightly offended a vampire was the first choice over him but Eric was quick to speak.

"I've set up some targets." Y/n listened intently as Eric showed them how to hold the gun, Sam helping Sookie after she shrugged off Eric's help, Y/n instead insisting on knowing exactly how to take apart and put together every aspect for safety. Eric smirked as he stood behind Y/n, her sweet scent filling his nose as he placed a cool hand on her arm, making her aim better before he whispered for her to breathe in, and to shoot. Y/n squealed at the loud noise watching the bullet fly past the tin can as she huffed and watched Sookie try, both of them having similar aim as Y/n cocked the gun and aimed once more.

"Think about someone you want to hurt, pretend the can is them, now breathe in and shoot." Y/n listened closely, closing her eyes and reopening them as she pulled the trigger, the recoil hurting her arm slightly as the watched the bullet hit the tin can. Y/n jumped as she cheered, Eric quickly pushing the gun away from the humans as Y/n awkwardly smiled and put the safety on.

"Good, but you know the best way to be protected?" Y/n looked at Eric intrigued as he bent down, his mouth hovering over her ear as he heard Sookie let out another shot.

"You and I share blood and you invite me in. I'll throw in hot primal sex to sweeten the deal." Y/n sucked in a breath, her eyes dilating as she felt her mouth go dry before she smacked his chest.

"You are in sufferable." Y/n turned back to the target, unclipping the safety and concentrating as she shot another tin can, a smug look on her face as she looked at Eric.

"I just shot you in the face." Eric smirking down at her before he turned his head quickly, grabbing Y/n as he rushed her to the doorway, pushing her inside before doing the same to Sookie, Sam rushing inside as Eric demanded they lock the door. Rushing around the property he stopped as he saw Bill, his face full of anger as he stared at where Sookie and Sam had been standing, his eyes darting to Eric's as the blonde glared at him.

"You are not needed." Bill's voice was deep as he stepped closer to Eric, aware that he was threatening his Sheriff but his jealousy was pushing him closer to the edge whilst Eric grinned menacingly at Bill. 

"Is someone jealous?" Bill glared at Eric before rushing away, Eric looking around once more before returning, knocking on the door before Y/n answered it. Gun in hand and facing Eric's face before she sighed and swung the door fully open, Eric looked at her as she put the safety on and placed the gun on a nearby table before crossing her arms and leaning against the threshold that stopped him from entering.

"All good?" Eric nodded as he leant as close to Y/n as he could, his body overbearing as he took up the whole door frame with a seductive smile. 

"Changed your mind?" Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes, grasping the door frame and speaking once more before slamming it in his face.

"Men." Eric grinned to himself before flying towards Y/n's bedroom, watching from afar as she flopped onto the bed and rolled onto her back. 

"I just want one normal day." Y/n mumbled to herself before closing her curtains and walking towards the shower. 

Y/n slammed her car door as she walked towards Merlotte's, she was beyond pissed at her brother for taking the fall for the murders, even angrier at Sookie for demanding both of them go to work as normal instead of trying to get Jason out. Entering the bar she put on a fake smile and grabbed her apron, serving a few people before Sam pulled her to the side, his eyes on Sookie as they both looked at her, it was obvious she was struggling. Y/n sighed and walked towards her sister, pulling her out the door and towards the car, Sookie not saying anything as Y/n put her in the passenger seat and tried to start the car. Y/n almost let out a scream as the car wouldn't start, her hand slamming against the steering wheel as she popped the hood and got out, ready to check it out when Rene came out of nowhere.

"You girls alright?" Y/n shook her head as she looked back at Sookie, explaining everything to Rene and saying she just wanted to get her sister home and to bed. Rene gave a small smile and offered to look, Y/n tried to help but Rene encouraged her to try the engine again. 

"I'm sorry Y/n but this is gonna need some professional work, i can take you guys home though?" Y/n sighed as she debated going back inside and taking Sam's keys to the trailer but she wanted her own bed, taking Rene up on his offer Y/n took Sookie's hand and the pair got into his truck. 

The three pulled up at the Stackhouse residence, the sun beating down on them as Y/n unlocked the door, offering Rene a beer as she noticed Sookie staring at him oddly. Rene accepted quickly and followed Y/n, his eyes darting around as he spotted the shotgun behind the sofa, excusing himself to the toilet as Sookie took the opportunity to whisper to Y/n.

"Y/n, i don't trust him. His thoughts don't have an accent." Y/n went to question her further when Rene came back, a gentle smile on his face as Y/n handed him the beer and thanked him for bringing them home. 

"Sook, why don't you head up to bed." Sookie listened to Y/n's thoughts, images of the gun on the nightstand flashing in her mind as Y/n asked Rene if he wanted anything to eat. Sookie disappeared upstairs as Y/n moved towards her bag, her hand reaching inside as Rene seemed to change, his accent dropping as he spoke.

"You just couldn't have stayed out of it could ya? Couldn't have been a good girl, had to go around fuckin them vamps." Y/n spun, gun raised as Rene attacked her, his hand gripping her wrist as she cried out, shots hitting the wall as he pushed her hand away from him. Rene getting the upper hand as he slapped her across the face, the power behind his hand twisting her body as the gun fell from her grip and her body slammed into the wall. His hand knotted in her hair as he yanked her back, one hand wrestling with his belt as he tried to get it around her neck, her nails digging deep into his arms as she screamed out. His hand came to grasp her shoulder as he pulled her into him, belt barely in his grasp as he tried to wrap it around her neck.

"Get off her!" Sookie screamed, letting out three shots, shattering the glasses near Rene as he dropped Y/n and ducked, Sookie heaving as she went to reload her gun, not having done so from the shooting practice as Rene ran at her. Y/n scraped her nails against the ground as she held her head feeling scratch marks deep enough to bleed as she turned her head to see Rene yanking Sookie to the ground. Y/n searched for the gun before she heard the door open, Sookie running out as Rene chased after her, Y/n grabbed the gun and stumbled up rushing to follow her sister. 

"Get back here you fucking whore." Rene shouted as he chased Sookie, his foot tripping up as he fell down and cursed, turning to see Y/n running towards him. 

"Fuck." Rene shouted as he hid behind a tree, watching as Y/n ran past trying to find her sister, allowing him to slowly approach. Sookie turned suddenly seeing Y/n, the pair running into each other as Y/n checked her over, Sookie holding Y/n's face before she screamed and pushed Y/n out the way. Rene slammed the wooden handle of the shovel into Sookie's side, knocking her onto her side as she wheezed out, Y/n crawling backwards as Rene kicked Sookie once more and approached Y/n with a murderous smile.

"Now be a good girl and die!" Y/n fumbled her hand until she felt the gun, pointing it at Rene and shooting him in the leg, screaming out in pain as he dropped the shovel and fell to his knees. Y/n stood up, her eyes dark as swung her leg back and kicked him harshly in the face, watching as blood spurt out his mouth.

"You killed my Gran!" Y/n screamed as she continued kicking him, Sookie rushing over and pulling Y/n back as Rene wheezed out, blood covering him face and hands as he rolled into a ball.

"Y/n! Stop!" Y/n heaved as she looked between Rene and Sookie, giving her a tight hug, the pair checking each other over before a hand grasped her leg and Y/n let out another shot this time into Rene's head as both girls jumped back. Rene stopped moving as blood seeped into the grass and Y/n looked at Sookie with wide eyes, the pair both flooding with relief as tears fell down their faces.  

Y/n laid on the sofa, an ice pack on her head as Sookie sat against on the floor with another on her side, the pair barely moving as Jason rushed in. His eyes pooling with tears as he apologised for how he had been acting, giving them both half hugs as he looked them over, guilt eating him up at not being there when it had happened. Y/n and Sookie reassured him it was okay, the three sharing a beer each before Jason was shooed away before sundown.

"I'm going to get in bed." Sookie nodded to Y/n as she watched her walk up the stairs, Sookie had already decided she was going to force Bill to see her but as soon as the sun faded he was there, the pair embracing as Bill questioned Sookie on everything.

Y/n laid in her bed, everything ached and she wished she could shut her brain off but instead she kept seeing Rene's face as she shot him, shaking her head she shakily stood, stripping slowly as she tried to stop her body hurting. As she buttoned up her pyjama top, a thin cotton gingham printed cami and short set covered her as she ran a brush through her hair trying to get all the dirt and blood out of it, she wasn't allowed to wash for 24 hours until the cuts had scabbed. She jumped as something hit her window, her hands shaking as she threw open the curtains finding Eric hovering by her window, her eyes widening as she opened the window and stared at him in confusion.

"I should have been sooner. Are you okay?" Y/n gulped and nodded as Eric got as close as he could.

"Invite me in." Y/n looked back at her bedroom door before chewing on her lip and nodding.

"Please come in Eric." Before she could process it she was sat on the bed, Eric crouched between her legs as he looked her over, taking in the scratches covering her lower legs. His eyes moving up to the bruising covering her thighs and arms and finally resting on where she had a hand mark on her shoulder, he could smell the blood in her hair as she stared at him. 

"Drink." Before Y/n could say anything he had bit his wrist and pressed it against the mouth, Y/n squealed slightly before Eric grasped the back of her head, tilting it back as he watched his blood drip into her mouth. Y/n closed her eyes as she almost moaned at the feeling of his blood entering her system, it was euphoric although horrifying that she was being forced to drink his blood and yet as he pulled his wrist back she chased the wound before he swiped his thumb over her lip and watched as each cut and scrape healed. Y/n stared at her legs before running her hand through her head feeling the scratches heal leaving behind unmarked skin as she stood quickly, Eric standing in front of her as she looked at her body.

"What?" Y/n whispered before Eric grasped her chin, looking over her face before smirking and slightly pushing her back so she fell onto the bed allowing him to rest over her.

"Can't have what's mine walking around like that." Y/n scowled before she went to push Eric off but he was by the window, winking at Y/n as he climbed out and left, Y/n cursing him.

"I'm not yours!" Y/n huffed as she curled up in bed, her mind exhausted from the day as she passed out. 

Y/n tossed and turned in bed, the duvet scrunched up around her middle as she turned onto her back, her hands fisting her hair before she felt cool hands on her ankles. Sitting up she stared at Eric, a smirk on his face as his hands pushed further along her legs, his broad hands pushing against the muscles as he grasped her thighs and pulled her towards him. He spoke in a language Y/n couldn't understand but the way he looked down at her made her weak in the knees, his hand gripped the duvet and threw it across the room. His eyes dropping to her pyjamas as his hand slowly unbuttoned her top, Y/n whining as she closed her eyes, she could feel his body pressing against her as cool fingers unleashed her chest. His lips connecting to her sternum as he pushed open the top, listening to her whines as he dragged his open legs against her chest and grasped a nipple in his mouth. Y/n gasped loudly as her eyes opened to watch him, his other hand grasping at her thigh as he ground into her, her legs wrapping around his middle as she panted out his name and grasped his hair. Eric looked up at Y/n as he ran his tongue over her nipple and crawled down her body, his hands ripping her shorts in half as she whimpered. 

"Beautiful." Eric's voice was deep as he spoke, more words coming out in the same language as before as his eyes dropped to between her legs, his hands grasping her thighs and pulling them apart. His eyes moving back to Y/n's as his fangs popped down, Y/n clutching his hair tighter as she watched him descend on her artery. Pornographic moans escaping her as she felt his fangs break the skin, deep heat spreading through her veins and to her clit as he sucked her blood, her head falling back as she moaned his name. 

Y/n suddenly jolted in bed, her hands coming to grab her face before she looked at the bed, the duvet half covered her sweaty body as she tried to piece together what had happened. Y/n grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before throwing it across the room and heading downstairs for a glass of water. 

Y/n's eyes ached as she entered Fangtasia, the club empty apart from Eric, Bill, Pam and Sookie. 

"I don't owe you anything." Sookie scowled as she fought with Eric, her eyes darting to Y/n as she yawned and rubbed her eyes, she had been woken up by Sookie and Bill to be here. 

"You look exhausted, bad dreams?" Eric teased, his fang filled smile making Y/n's mind recall her previous night's dream as she glared at him. 

"You are a problem." Y/n pointed at Eric before Sookie moved to pull her sister out.

"I'm not doing it." Y/n spun around as Sookie began walking towards the exit only to feel her other arm be held as she looked at Eric pulling her back.

"It wasn't a request, a very powerful vampire has gone missing and I believe it is the fellowship of the sun, they despise vampires and if they did indeed take him then they could take out all of us." Y/n looked back at Sookie as she glared at Eric before Bill spoke.

"If she does this, you pay her, you can't keep using her because she's associated with me." Eric rolled his eyes as Sookie let go of Y/n and crossed her arms, his hand still on Y/n's arm as she looked at him confused.

"What do you want?" Sookie grinned as she demanded $10,000 enough that she could do some well deserved renovation on their house and have a good rainy day fund. 

"I want $5000 for having to deal with you." Y/n quipped as Eric grinned and pulled her closer, pushing her hair off her shoulder to look at her neck.

"Do i get a bite for that price?" Y/n rolled her eyes and put her hair back over her neck before Eric looked up and agreed to Sookie's demands.

"$15,000 but I don't want any complaints." Sookie looked at Bill who nodded, Y/n raised an eyebrow and stepped out of Eric's hold to turn to Sookie.

"When do we leave?" 

Y/n sighed as the driver loaded her suitcase into the limo, because of course Eric would send a limo instead of a normal taxi, throwing her backpack inside as she climbed in. Inside Eric, Pam and Bill sat, Sookie climbing in the other side as the doors closed.

"Really? A limo? You have too much money and not enough hobbies." Eric grinned as he sipped on a glass of blood, Bill nursing true blood whilst Pam applied her lipstick. Sookie cuddled into Bill's arm whilst Y/n grabbed the champagne and grinned as she opened the window and popped the cork, watching it disappear into the woods before pouring herself a glass.

"I thought you didn't like the limo." Eric teased as he leant back in his seat, leg crossed over his thigh as he looked at Y/n. 

"If i'm being put in this position then I am going to abuse it." Y/n drank slowly with a smirk before looking at Sookie as she asked what the plan was.

Y/n walked off the aeroplane, a limo waiting for them as Sookie looked at the time, only 15 minutes until sundown as Y/n approached the driver holding their last name on a big piece of card.

"Good evening Miss Stackhouse, let me take your bag." Y/n smiled at the driver as he grabbed her backpack, all the suitcases already loaded whilst the workers unloaded Bill, Pam and Eric. 

“We should wait until Bill is awake.” Sookie spoke as she watched the driver begin to panic, his thoughts becoming louder as she stared at him, his hand reaching out and gripping Y/n as he tried to drag her towards the limo. Sookie shouted out for help as she grabbed her sister's arms and tried to stop the driver as he cursed out and looked at the sky.

“Get in the damn car you whores.” Y/n yanked her arm back and pushed him away as she and Sookie put distance between themselves and the man as the sun went down. The man panicked trying to get into the limo before he was grabbed, the sound of wood hitting the ground alerting Y/n and Sookie to the sun going down, the man was grabbed harshly by Bill as Eric put himself between Y/n and the limo with fangs out. Bill threw the man against the limo as Eric looked at Y/n, he knew his blood was wearing off in her body and if he wanted to protect her then she would need more. 

“Good timing.” Y/n chirped as she walked towards the driver, his body pressed harshly against the limo as Sookie read his thoughts and Bill glamoured him, the pair working well together whilst Pam walked over.

“Did i miss all the fun?” Eric grinned as his protege as Bill dropped the man leaving Eric and Pam to drain him whilst Bill escorted the Stackhouse sisters into the limo and got in the drivers seat. 

Y/n stood in front of the large hotel room, her jaw dropped as she flung her backpack on the bed and jumped onto the plush mattress, rolling over with a laugh before closing her eyes and sighing. The hotel room was the size of their living room, let alone the fact there was an ensuite and a large sofa with a tv aswell. Y/n wiggled on the bed before getting up and rushing to see the bathroom, giggling like a child as she saw the massive tub, she loved to relax in a bath and hoped she could get some salts and oils to enjoy with it. 

“I see you like our room.” Eric grinned as he leant against the bathroom door, Y/n jumping out her skin as she turned and looked at Eric, her face turning into a scowl.

“What do you mean our?” Eric’s grin turned into a full smirk as he brandished his own key, Y/n crossing her arms with a huff as she pushed past him and grabbed her backpack.

“Fine then, you enjoy this room and i’ll stay with Sook.” Eric appeared before her, his smirk still playing on his face as he shook it.

“I wouldn’t disturb them, Bill could barely wait until they reached the room.” Y/n cringed as she got the mental image of her sister and Bill out her head and turned towards the bed pouting.

“You can sleep on the sofa then, since you’re a vamp you’ll be fine.” Eric used his super speed to press Y/n against the bed, his knee between her legs as she felt dizzy from the sudden movement and her eyes took a second to focus on Eric before she slapped his chest and scowled once more.

“I promise to be a gentleman, but we need to share blood. For your safety of course.” Eric’s face went from serious to predatory as he moved his head to inhale her scent, Y/n hearing his fangs pop as she placed her hands on his shoulders pushing him back although she knew he had allowed it since she couldn’t move him if she was a body builder.

“Hold on Bucko! I’m perfectly safe without being a human pin cushion or drinking from you thank you very much.” Eric ran his hand along her arm and grasped her hand, kissing her knuckles before placing it beside her head, her other one still pressing against his shoulder as he lowered himself gently to not hurt her.

“My blood is wearing off and without it i can’t know where you are or if you are in danger, your blood is to keep the connection strong.” Y/n raised an eyebrow as she thought it over, she knew what they were doing could be dangerous but she also didn’t want to be tied to Eric in such an intimate way, especially after her numerous dreams about him. Eric used his speed to sit with his back against the headboard, Y/n straddling him as he bit his wrist and placed it near her mouth.

“Drink.” Y/n stared at it for a moment before nodding and placing one hand on his wrist to press it against her mouth, his mouth opening as he watched her before grasping her free wrist and kissing the vein. Eric watched her intensely as he sunk his fangs in, her eyes closing as she waited for the pain but it never came. Instead she felt warmth spread through her arm, opening her eyes. She and Eric maintained eye contact as they both drank. Y/n pulling away before Eric as he relished in her sweet, divine taste, it was addictive and he wished to have more and more but he pulled away. His fangs stayed down as he pierced his finger and dotted the blood over the fang marks, his fangs clicking in as her skin magically healed over leaving no visible trace he had touched her.

“Why does drinking the blood not heal that? Why do you have to put it over it?” Y/n held her wrist as she ran a thumb over where he had bit, the skin alight as she felt her core warm and stomach seem to fizzle. 

“It would heal it eventually but it’s like a stake of claim on a human, that you have been bitten by a vampire and although our blood heals you at an exceptional rate it works barely on the bite mark only stopping the blood before it slowly closes.” Y/n nodded as she looked down and blushed as she realised she was still on Eric’s lap, his hands rushing to grip her hips as she tried to move off, a small smile on his face as he pulled her down to lay against his chest.

“Just relax for a while.” Y/n froze as she felt the heat in her core become scorching, her stomach now full of butterflies and every touch of Eric’s skin felt like electricity rushed through her skin and made the hairs stand. She could feel her heart beating quicker as she concentrated on her breathing, very aware of Eric’s powers and that it would be impossible for him to not hear her heartbeat or how the blood rushed through her body at an accelerated rate than usual. 

“Shouldn’t we go to the nest you said about, to meet with the other vampires.” Y/n’s voice was soft as she laid against his cool chest, trying to listen for a heartbeat or breathing she knew would never happen. Eric made a noise before shifting Y/n from him, watching as she rolled off the bed and stood before brushing her clothes and put her hands on her hips.

“So…tell me the plan.” Y/n grinned.

“He is my maker.” Y/n’s eyes widened as Eric explained why the vampire in question was so important, Sookie looking sadly at Eric as Pam glared at Bill for pushing Eric to tell. 

“He is a very powerful vampire and i believe someone in his court has betrayed him, i will find out who.” Eric’s words were filled with venom as he walked past the group and left, Pam following suit as Bill took Sookie’s hand and Y/n followed behind. 

As they entered Godric’s domain, Y/n looked around, she was certain over a hundred people were in the room alone as Eric spoke to another vampire, Pam standing beside Y/n as per Eric’s instructions although Y/n was unaware. 

“You dare to suggest one of us would betray him!” The vampire shouted, the pair getting into a heated argument before Eric’s fangs dropped and the vampire hissed at him. Y/n couldn’t help but realise how alike cats Vampire’s truly were, hissing and scrapping but loving when you fed them. 

“Okay boys lets reel this in or we won’t get anywhere.” Pam drawled, her arms crossed as she rolled her eyes at the buffoonery, the pair listening to her and stepping back but glaring deeply at the other.

“You expect us to put our faith in two humans?” Y/n tried not to be offended as Stan spoke, another lady speaking up as she said her lover would go with them, the man smiling and shaking the Stackhouse’s hands as he introduced himself.

“Hi, I'm Hugo.” Y/n gave him a small smile but Sookie began talking whilst Y/n just crossed her arms and watched Eric growl at Stan again.

Y/n stared in the mirror as she wore one of Sookie’s sundresses, pale blue with light pink flowers, the halterneck pushing her chest up with a silver necklace and pearl charm resting between her breasts. Placing on some light pink heels which were also her sisters, she had to remind herself to call Sookie by the fake name, she was still her sister but Sookie and Hugo were married and wanted to join the church. 

“You look ravishing.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Eric, her hands working through the bouncy curls she had just taken out the rollers, her entire outfit screaming innocent christian kid.

“I look like Sookie.” Eric smirked as he stepped forward, opening his hand to reveal a beautiful ring, silver and thin with intricate detailing around the side, leaf-like shapes wrapping around a crystal as Y/n stared at in awe.

“You are not Sookie and Sookie is not you. You are a beautiful, angelic being with or without the costume. I much prefer you as you normally are but it is fun to see the other sides.” Y/n stared at Eric unsure what to say before he took her hand, gently placing the ring on her right ring finger, reminding himself she was meant to be an innocent girl and not a married woman.

“Thank you.” Y/n was able to mumble out as Eric held her hand, his other hand coming to push the curls out her face as she gulped slightly, the tension thick before the door opened and Sookie walked in.

“You ready?” Eric was across the room in an instance, glaring at Sookie as he walked out and left Y/n with a dry mouth and her eyes lingering on the ring.

“It is so nice to have you all here, you make a lovely couple and Mia you would be a perfect addition to our family along side your Sister and Brother in-law.” Sarah held Y/n’s hand as she spoke, the bubbly blonde seeming overly excited for new members whilst Steve gave a fake smile and looked towards Gabe. 

“Thank you so much Ma’am, i am hoping to make so many friends and maybe even meet a nice God loving man to live here with just like my Sister has.” Sarah grinned widely as she pulled Y/n into a hug, gushing about how much fun it will be to introduce her to all the men and women of the church and that she might have a couple of people in mind. 

“Well this has been lovely folks but Gabe here needs to take you for the rest of the tour, we like to show folks the underbelly before signing everything in.” Steve gave another fake smile whilst Sookie’s faltered, her eyes darting between Steve and Gabe whilst Sarah held Y/n’s hand and looked confused.

“Steve, Honey, i can take them to the office and do all the legal stuff now they don’t need to go down there.” Steve let out a fake laugh and shook his head, pulling Sarah away from Y/n as Sookie finally heard what she needed, her eyes darting to Y/n before Gabe knocked out Hugo and grabbed Sookie. Steve moving to grab Y/n as she screamed and punching him in the chest, his body half bending as he wheezed, Y/n running at Gabe and throwing herself on his back as he tried to drag Sookie towards the basement doors.

“Get off her!” Gabe threw his body about wildly until Y/n was knocked off, her back hitting the ground hard as she felt the wind be knocked out of her, Steve now cursing as he called his soldiers in. Two men who Sarah was sure she hadn’t seen before entered as she had tears flowing down her face, one man slamming Y/n’s head against the ground hard enough to make her dizzy before dragging her down the stairs behind Gabe, another following suit with Hugo. 

“God damn vampire lovers.” Steve cursed as he wiped his mouth, his eyes glaring at the basement doors before smiling at his wife and walking away.

Y/n had a nasty headache when she opened her eyes, Sookie was still out whilst Hugo was sat with tears flowing as Y/n watched Gabe grin at them.

“Two out of three awake isn’t too bad. Now lets get to my questions.” 

Y/n slammed her hands against the metal gating as Gabe interrogated Hugo, Hugo giving up their real names and that Sookie could read minds

“Shut the hell up Hugo!” Y/n shouted as Gabe grinned and looked at Y/n, her hands gripping the metal as she glared at him.

“So Y/n Stackhouse, Sookie Stackhouse…i wonder what your brother thinks about you being fangbangers.” Sookie scowled as she demanded to know how they knew about Jason but Gabe was gone. Y/n glared at Hugo as he held his head in his hands, his body covered in sweat as he took deep practised breaths. 

Sookie kept staring at Hugo until she gasped and stood, her face falling as she spoke.

“You! You told them about us!” Y/n looked confused towards Sookie before Hugo began having word vomit, explaining how he believed vampires only used humans until they were nothing left and that he couldn’t feel this way any longer. Y/n walked towards him and slapped him harshly, grabbing his shirt and pulling him so they were face to face.

“You got us dragged down to a basement, beat up and probably killed because you didn’t have the balls to break up with your girlfriend.” Y/n spat, shoving Hugo back down as she began kicking and hitting the gate trying to force it open. 

They were down there for what felt like hours before the door opened, Hugo standing up as Gabe walked in.

“Gabe! You gotta get me out of here, she knows it was me and I need protection…what happened to your face?” Gabe slammed the door open, grabbing it and locking it behind him before his fist met Hugo’s face.

“Protection huh, you want to protect you, dirty fangbanger!” Y/n’s eyes went wide as Gabe kicked Hugo hard, Sookie running and grabbed Gabe, pulling his arm back as Y/n jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You fucking whores.” Gabe growled out, swinging his arm and throwing Sookie against the units, his hands gripping Y/n’s arms and with a bruising grip he bent over and flipped her onto the back, her head bouncing against the ground as she cried out in pain. Her eyes barely focusing as she watched Sookie smash a box over his head, Gabe angrily grabbed her round the neck and pressed her into the unit as Y/n tried to get up but her body wouldn’t move.

“You and your moron family are done making a fool out of me.” Sookie gasped for air as Gabe squeezed her neck, Y/n’s eyes barely staying open as she called out to her sister.

“Get your filthy hands off me.” Sookie pushed her palm against Gabe’s face trying to get him off as he seethed with rage, Y/n forcing her body up before Gabe threw Sookie down, turning and kicking Y/n harshly in the stomach making her roll onto her back and wheeze out in pain.

“What’s wrong huh! Your own kind not good enough for ya.” Gabe slammed Sookie against the ground, grabbing at her dress as she screamed and tried to get away, his hands ripping open her dress as he spoke.

“Yeah show me how you take that big vampire cock.” Sookie cried out as Gabe grabbed her legs, Y/n trying her hardest to roll onto her side as she spat out blood and her whole body wanted to collapse, she wished for the sun to go down and to watch this man be drained dry by Bill and Eric.

“Scream for me baby.” Gabe forced Sookie onto her front as he straddled her, his hand bruising her skin at his harsh grip. Suddenly she felt the weight be taken off her as she cried and turned over, forcing herself against the wall as she looked at the man holding Gabe. Y/n managed to crawl towards Sookie, the sisters holding each other as Y/n covered Sookie’s lower half and the pair stared at the man whilst Gabe choked and tried to get free.

“Godric?” 

“Please please don’t kill me.” Gabe pleaded as Godric looked between Sookie, Y/n and Hugo, sighing as he snapped Gabe’s neck, Sookie crying as she watched his body hit the floor. Y/n was lucky she had Eric’s blood in her system as she felt her wounds slowly heal, not as quick as before but enough that her body was now only filled with a dull ache instead of a mind blinding one. 

Godric helped Y/n stand, Sookie holding her dress closed as Y/n coughed harshly.

“Fuckin asshole.” Y/n spat at Gabe’s corpse as Godric helped them out of the cell, Hugo breathing but unconscious as Sookie looked out the window seeing the sun was finally down. 

“Y/n.” Y/n felt herself be enveloped in arms as Eric grabbed her, his head in her hair as he inhaled before looking her over, her eyebrow was cut and he could smell fresh blood coming from a wound on her leg and arm but she smiled at him.

“Eric.” Godric spoke, his voice calm yet full of authority as the latter let go of Y/n and bent down on one knee, head dipped.

“You were a fool for sending humans after me.” Y/n watched in awe as Godric spoke to Eric.

“I had no other choice, these savages seek to destroy you.” Eric looked up at Godric as he spoke, his voice full of concern and love as Godric continued to look down at him with no emotion. 

“I know what they have planned. This one betrayed you.” Godric motioned towards Hugo where he laid passed out, Sookie hugging herself.

“They say a trap for us, without Godric…” Sookie couldn’t finish the sentence as her eyes dropped to Gabe’s body, shivering as she tried to not think about how close he got to raping her if not for Godric.

“How long has it been since you fed?” Eric watched Godric as he looked back at him.

“I require very little blood anymore.” 

An alarm began blaring as Godric looked disappointed towards the exit of the basement.

“Take the humans and go.”

“I will not leave you.”

“Take them and go, do not spill any blood on your way out. I will be fine.” Eric nodded standing as he held Y/n’s hand and Sookie followed behind, nodding her head to Godric as Eric guided them out. Y/n looking back at the old vampire as she tried to decipher what he had planned but she didn’t think it would be a happy ending. 

Y/n watched and cringed as Eric spoke in an american and meek voice, his body language that of a meek human whilst he looked like a viking, watching as the men tried to attack him. Sookie held Y/n close as Eric knocked the humans unconscious, Eric signalling them out before a horde of believers entered, Eric’s fangs dropping as he placed Y/n and Sookie behind him. Y/n watched in horror as Eric gave himself up in exchange for his maker and the Stackhouse’s safety, Steve grinning as he bound him in silver, his hand on his shoulder as he demanded the men grab the women.

“It is honourable however, I think we need to show these fangbangers how easily their coveted vampires die.” Eric grunted as the men forced him to watch, Y/n spitting at Steve as he glared at her.

“Pig.” Y/n was shoved along behind Eric as Sookie tried to hold her dress closed and walk, all three entering the altar as the Stackhouse’s were forced to watch Eric lay down and more chains be added, each one making him hiss in pain. The doors slammed open as Bill and Jason entered, a gun in Jason’s hand as Bill hissed and called out to Sookie. Steve grabbed Sookie as the man holding Y/n adjusted his grip to wrap an arm around her neck, her hands coming to dig her nails into his arms but he only tightened them. Jason shot his weapon, hitting the gun out of Steve’s hand before he shot him in the head, Steve being knocked back as Bill grabbed Sookie and Y/n, the men all grabbing their stakes as Jason fought against Luke. 

“Get em!” Stan shouted as he entered, other vampires following as they all began fighting, Y/n rushing over to Eric and removing the silver, grabbing his face as he hissed in pain as she pulled them.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Y/n reassured him as she threw the last silver to the side and placed a hand on his cheek, watching as all his wounds healed.

“Stop! There will be no bloodshed.” Godric spoke, his voice deep and loud as he stood in the stained glass window, an almost godly light behind him as he demanded all vampires let the humans go.

Steve cried out as his people left him alone, Godric holding him by the scruff of his collar as even Luke, a devoted member, left and closed the door leaving him alone with the vampires and Stackhouses. 

“And i slept with your wife.” Jason grinned as Y/n, Sookie, Bill and himself left Steve with Godric.

Y/n stood beside Sookie at the nest, both changed into more comfortable clothes as everyone celebrated the return of Godric although Y/n could feel he wasn’t as excited as everyone else was.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” Y/n mused as Sookie looked at her sister confused.

“What?” 

“That he’s not happy to be back, he wasn’t chained or anything. Just there. I wonder why.” Y/n shrugged as she looked at her drink and swirled the cocktail around before taking a drink. 

“Sookie I presume.” Y/n looked the new person up and down, her bright red floor length gown out of place as Y/n took that as her cue to walk away since Sookie was more than protected in the room. Eric left Godric to talk to Y/n, honing in on her as she leant against a wall, smiling at Eric as he loomed over her.

“How are you feeling?” Eric was confused at the question, not used to being asked such a human thing but shrugged and looked towards Godric.

“He told me what happened, i should have been there sooner i am sorry.” Y/n’s eyes moved to Sookie and nodded before looking back at him.

“They all think vampires are the worst evil in the world but truthfully it’s those without a moral code or conscience that are the scariest and most unnatural ones. I’m just grateful to Godric.” Eric watched her carefully, feeling her every emotion as she looked back at her drink and put on a smile, raising the drink towards Eric.

“To us all.” Y/n finished the drink and pushed off the wall, Eric moving back and watching her as she walked towards the table and poured another cocktail, enjoying how the vampire bartender offered her different versions. Y/n heard a sudden noise, looking over at where Bill now held Sookie whilst Godric had the woman in red by the throat, explaining to everyone that he wanted humans and vampires to live in harmony and that vampires like Lorena had no future in the new world. Y/n was shocked as Bill was commanded to escort her out, being banished from his area for her actions. 

(I’m changing the story to Godric is only fired for giving himself up and doesn’t die because honestly i always hated that and for being such and old and wise vampire he should have been used more)

Y/n laid in her own bed, relishing in the silence throughout the house, Sookie was with Bill and Y/n was finally alone with her thoughts. She imagined that Eric and Pam were sorting out fangtasia, Sookie was probably trying to sort out Jessica and Bill’s relationship and well, she was laid in bed alone. Closing her eyes she sighed as she tried to relax her body but she felt too tense, too pent up from the last few weeks of continuous hell.

“Were you waiting for me?” Y/n let out a scream and jumped, almost falling off the bed as she stared at Eric, a smirk on his face as he watched her, arms crossed and a chuckle coming from him.

“Do you make a habit of breaking and entering?” Y/n demanded as she pulled a blanket up to cover her pyjamas as Eric half crawled on the bed towards her.

“It’s not breaking and entering if you’ve let me in, you didn’t even lock the door Y/n.” Y/n’s eyes widened as she realised she had no recollection of doing it but kept her eyes on Eric as he came closer.

“Well thanks for checking in, you can go now.” Y/n raised an eyebrow as he grinned, laying next to her as he put his hands behind his head and looked at her.

“You’re no fun, don’t i atleast get a reward for saving you?” Y/n stared at him with an incredulous look and shifted to lean on her side and stare at him.

“And what did you save me from exactly?” Y/n turned to his side and propped himself up so he was face to face with her as his fangs dropped but Y/n stayed still.

“Anyone could have come in and ravished you, instead here i am to give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.” Y/n rolled her eyes and huffed as she put her back against the headboard and side eyes Eric as he ran a hand along the blanket covering her legs.

“No one is going to come and ravish me.” Y/n pushed his hand off and got up, walking around the bed and opening her bedroom door as she cocked a hip and looked at Eric.

“You know where the front door is.” Eric laughed and made himself comfy on the bed, grinning deeply at Y/n as she deadpanned.

“I think it would be best if I stay here and look after you. It wouldn’t be safe.” Y/n rolled her eyes and closed the bedroom door, climbing in beside Eric and rolling over so her back faced him.

“Goodnight.” Eric grinned to himself before using his speed to strip down to his underwear and climb in next to Y/n, the latter huffing and turning around as he made the bed move.

“Why are you half naked?” Y/n stared at his face as he winked at her and moved a hand to run along her hip, her mind going back to the dream as she realised she was wearing the same pjs as before. Her eyes clouding slightly as she felt her heart race, Eric smirking as he noticed the flood of arousal through her body and leaned closer.

“Why aren’t you?” Y/n stared at Eric for a moment too long before she surged forward and kissed him, Eric falling onto his back as she straddled him, his hands hungrily clutching at any skin he could touch. Their lips only parted so Y/n could grab his face and make him focus on her.

“This is just sex, nothing more.” Eric’s fangs dropped at her words as she let out a moan at them.

“Tell me that again once i’ve made you cum so hard you can’t remember your own name.” Y/n felt her core burst with need as she ground on him, Eric taking control and flipping them as he grazed his teeth along her pulse point and down until he was crawling between her legs. 

“These will have to go.” Y/n wasn’t able to answer before he ripped her pjs bottoms, her naked bottom half being lapped up by his eyes as his hands reached up and ripped open her shirt, watching her breasts jiggle and nipples peak from the cool.

“You better replace them.” Y/n chided as she watched his hands come in contact with her thighs, spreading them slowly as she watched him groan at the site of her pussy. His eyes moving to look at her as he settled between her thighs and lightly kissed her inner thigh, watching her closely.

“I will buy you anything you wish.” Y/n bit her lip as he ran his fangs along the artery in her thigh, tingles spreading through her legs as goosebumps followed, each small nick of sharp tooth against soft skin setting a fire in her stomach until his lips met her clit. Y/n gasping as her head fell back, his tongue licking a long strip along her pussy as her hands found his hair and tugged making him groan against her pussy.

Eric spoke words in a language Y/n could not understand, too busy feeling how his tongue worked her closer and closer to the edge, fangs nipping against the sensitive bud as she gasped and whined at the feeling. Eric enjoyed how she reacted to each movement, his hands palming at her thighs, goosebumps following each touch and he could hear the blood rushing straight to her pussy. Y/n moaned loudly as he head hit the mattress, hands tugging hard on his hard she he swirled his tongue watching as her body began to shake, teetering on the edge as he moved his head away. His thumb taking place as he sunk his teeth into her artery, the combination making Y/n cum, eyes going blury as she felt like she blacked out, Eric moaning at the taste of her blood when he opened his eyes and jumped back from her. Y/n’s hands glowed as they now fell beside her, chest rising and falling as she came down from her high, eyes opening as the light disappeared and left her dazed and confused as she looked at Eric. 

“You glowed.” Eric managed to say as Y/n raised an eyebrow and sat up slightly, staring at him as he watched her like she was an alien.

“I glowed? What the hell does that mean.” Y/n huffed as she pulled a blanket over her, embarrassed now that she had cum and felt less out of control of her lust. Instead she wished she had kicked him out so she didn’t have to deal with this. 

“Your hands glowed when you came.” Y/n now looked shocked as she looked at her hands, she had always had an odd feeling when she was feeling intense feelings, but since she had never remembered a glow coming from her hands it seemed silly. 

“I glowed.” Y/n repeated this time more certain as Eric came closer and took her hands, thumb moving over her palm before a smirk came over him.

“I guess we’ll have to test it again then. For science.” Y/n squealed as Eric pulled the blanket back and dragged her down the bed, a protest dying in her throat and being replaced with a choked moan as he lapped at her clit again.  

Y/n tried not to look at Eric, after their ‘experiment’ the other week she had almost passed out from how many times he had made her cum and she was too exhausted to have sex afterwards. Not that Eric had minded in the slightest, he’d seen her hands glow three times throughout the night and had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Now she stood awkwardly in fangtasia as Sookie asked for help, Bill had gone missing and Sookie was distraught.

“I will look into it, but it was not me.” Sookie crossed her arms and stared at him for a moment before agreeing, turning around and going to leave as Y/n scampered behind her but was caught by Eric as he moved in front of her.

“I need to speak to you.” Y/n hid her thoughts quickly and awkwardly scratched her neck.

“I’m really busy actually.” Sookie gave her a confused look and Y/n could feel her poking around in her head but Y/n had learnt how to block her out for the most part or atleast project the correct thoughts.

“It wasn’t a question.” Pam moved to escort Sookie out, Y/n giving her a reassuring smile and projecting her thoughts, letting her know she was okay and to go to Merlotte’s. When the door closed and Pam was gone Y/n swung her arms back and forth and looked anywhere but Eric as he stared down at her. 

“You haven’t answered my calls or texts.” Y/n smiled nervously at Eric as she looked at him, her mind going back to him between her legs as she blushed and looked back down.

“It’s been a busy week.” Eric made a noise and grabbed her, speeding them into his office as he pressed her against his desk, her legs wrapped around his body as he smirked down at her.

“Then let me relieve some of the stress.” Y/n didn’t get a chance to answer before he kissed her, feeling her melt into the kiss as she felt him grind against her jeans, hands kneading her thighs. Pulling away she turned her head as she let out a moan, his lips going to her neck as he kissed down to her collarbones and back up, hand grabbing her chin to kiss her again.

“You are addictive.” Eric spoke against her lips, feeling her hands grab his shirt as she dragged it up his body. Hands running back down his chest to rip at his trousers as she moaned against his lips. Eric used his speed to rid him of his clothes, kneeling between Y/n’s legs as he slowly unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them from her legs, kissing along her bare calf and up her thigh maintaining eye contact. Y/n in a trance as she watched Eric’s fingers hook in her underwear and drag them down her body, his hands running along her legs as he stood and leant over her. Kissing her gently, only breaking to tug her shirt over her head as he worshipped her. Hands deftly removed her bra as her nails dug into his arms as he claimed her mouth, pulling small moans and whines from Y/n as his hands explored her body. Pulling away he kissed down her body, watching as she leant back on the desk, legs opening for him. Grinning he sucked gently on the clit, listening to her heart race and the air be sucked into her lungs as her hands gripped the desk. He continued for a minute longer, his hands kneading her inner thighs before he rose, her eyes blown as he kissed her. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt his finger at her entrance, slowly pushing in as she moaned into his mouth. Eric slowly worked her open, gently coaxing her body to fully relax before he removed his finger and lined himself up. His forehead resting against hers as he spoke.

“Is this okay?” Y/n nodded quickly, hand coming to pull him back into a kiss as he growled against her lips and slowly pushed in. Y/n moaned as he filled her, head falling back as Eric kissed her throat, controlling himself from going faster as he slowly pushed in and out until he felt her body fully relax. Y/n whimpered as he pushed in harder, her legs wrapping tightly around his back as he pulled her face back to kiss her, fangs grazing her bottom lip. 

“You feel heavenly.” Eric whispered against her lips, her eyes opening to look at him as he pushed in faster, watching her eyes barely stay open as she moaned, making him groan at the feeling of her flexing around him. 

Y/n felt her stomach begin to tighten as Eric went quicker, one of his hands grasping at her breast as he played with the nipple, the other dropping between her legs to rub on her aching clit. He moaned as he felt her tighten around him, her nails now digging into his back as she held onto him. Her body bounced against his as he thrust, his head dropping to her neck as he grazed his fangs against her pulse point. Y/n whining and nodding as his thumb sped up, his fangs piercing her skin as she came, his name falling from her lips as he sped up. Her body squirming against him as he forced her into a second orgasm, his own moan mixing with hers as he came. His fangs moved from her neck as he slowed, his vampire abilities letting him recover quicker as she felt him harden once more in her. The feeling making her clench and moan, overstimulated and exhausted as he pulled out kissed her bite mark. Y/n’s chest rose and fell with each deep breath as Eric disappeared and reappeared a moment later, a small white cloth in his hand as he cleaned her. Taking his time as he watched her twitch as each swipe of the cloth, her body trying to move away as he cooed at her.

“It’s okay.” Y/n nodded as he moved away, throwing the cloth somewhere she couldn’t see as he picked her up and laid her against his chest on the sofa. Her body curled into his cool one, allowing her body to relax further as she looked at him. 

“That was…wow.” Y/n could barely think as Eric grinned and kissed her, his fangs dropping as he moved back and pierced his finger, rubbing his blood over the maro and watching it heal over. He knew the one on her thigh was still there, claiming her as his. 

They sat together for a while before Y/n forced herself up, grabbing her clothes and entering the bathroom as she got herself ready and walked out. Eric stood dressed as he smirked at her.

“No round two?” Y/n laughed and shook her head.

“I think one was enough for my human body, but this is the only time okay? We both got it out of our system and you can move on to your next obsession.” Y/n’s voice was serious as she spoke, convincing herself it was now done with and he could go on to the next person. Eric scowled as he moved in front of her. 

“Excuse me?” Y/n looked at him confused as she crossed her arms.

“This was just sex remember?” Eric looked down at Y/n before grabbing her hand and pulling her into his chest.

“Did you really think i have done everything i have just to fuck you? That I care so much about your pussy and not you?” Y/n blinked in confusion as she didn’t know what to say.

“I want you to be mine Y/n. I have since the moment we met and i do not take that lightly.” Y/n was perplexed as Eric brought her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on it.

“Be mine.” It was phrased like a question yet didn’t sound like one to Y/n as she stared into his eyes, unsure what to do as she felt her heart tug at his words.

“Why?” Y/n’s mouth was dry as she asked, Eric laughing slightly as he shook his head and held her face as he got so close she felt his lips graze hers.

“Because i love you and you love me.” Y/n felt tears in her eyes as she moved forward and kissed him, the two tangling in each other as Eric picked her up, holding her tightly as he pulled away. He looked at her expectantly as she smiled at him.

“I’m yours.” 

[lucidlivi]

she calls me daddy now

popping in with the supernatural/true blood crossover you didn't know you needed!

Warning: not suited for minors, strong language, sexual innuendos, sex, slight threesome, violence, blood, gore, major character death, blood drinking, blood draining, mentions of death, staking, vampire burning, major angst, heartbroken Dean

I will be working on other prompt requests soon but I had this idea and didn’t want to lose it, I hope you guys love it as much as I do!

A switch in viewpoints will be indicate in bold italics

Reader

"Fangtasia? really?" I snort glancing at the boys beside me.

"Leeches with a sense of humor.. great." Dean grumbles.

"So much for mainstreaming, Louisiana has one of the highest disappearance rates in the country... 346 people in this last month alone. You and I both know what really happened to them." Sam says looking at the news article on his cellphone.

"And you're sure we're going to find help here?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"I mean there has to be some sort of order to things, even for vampires.'" I shrugged.

"And since we're not scoring a date with the vampire queen , one of her pawns should work just fine." Sam said as I watched the eager humans line up to get in to the famous vampire bar.

It's been years now since vampires exposed themselves to the world.

Of course we already knew of their existence.

However, with the invention of synthetic blood the vamps decided they wanted to become part of society, mainstream they call it.

It took the world by storm.

People were lining up to meet and more disgustingly volunteer to get bitten by a vampire.

It was sickening.

As you can imagine this did not go over well with the hunting community.

It was a question on everyone's mind.

Could vamps really change?

Could they be functioning members of a society?

In Louisiana the answer was no.

"I still don't like this." Dean growled as we took our place in line for entrance to the bar.

"No one does, but we have to try to work out some sort of treaty, some sort of peace between us and them, too many people are dying." Sam said.

Oh Sammy.

As if peace between vampires and humans was possible.

We were a meal to them, nothing more.

I could feel Dean's anxiety pushing in to me, making me anxious.

I grabbed his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. He was quick to lace our fingers together pulling me closer to him.

He instantly calmed a bit.

Dean and I had an interesting relationship.

Sam, he was like my annoying little brother.

But not Dean.

Dean and I shared a connection that went deeper.

He and I just got each other.

We weren't what you would call a thing though.

A hunter's life didn't afford us that privilege.

I knew that no matter what we would always look out for each other and if something were to happen to one of us, the other would never be the same.

It was a terrifying feeling in our line of work, since a brush with death was a daily occurrence for us.

As we got closer to the door I slipped my hand from Dean's.

I could see a lady at the door taking ID's, and from her too straight posture and her perfect looks I could tell she was one of them.

I had seen a vampire or two in my lifetime so they were easy for me to spot.

I felt the air shift as we got closer, causing me to pull my leather jacket tighter around my body.

"ID." she ordered extending her perfectly manicured hand towards me, her eyes focused elsewhere.

I sized her up, trying to guess her age. If I had to I'd say definitely over 100 years old.

She looked experienced, which is how you could tell a vampire's true age.

After a moment of stillness she finally glanced up meeting my eyes.

She glared at me, as if I was beneath her.

I simply stared back at her.

She flashed her fangs willing me to fall at her feet in submission.

I could feel Dean tense behind me, ready to pounce if needed.

"ID." She ordered once again with a southern drawl.

I gave her a forced smile, pulling out a fake ID card.

If she knew it was fake, she didn't say anything, just let me pass. Sam and Dean were let in without showing ID much to my annoyance.

As soon as we were past the rope, the woman at the door disappeared.

I could smell the stench of sex, sweat, and booze as the doors to the bar opened.

If I thought the name was ridiculous, the inside was even more ridiculous. It was decorated in reds and blacks, really selling the vampire theme.

I scoffed at the patrons who were clad in leather and lace. It was like they were proud to be flaunting their flesh for the bloodsuckers.

Perhaps though the most ridiculous and tacky thing was the throne in the middle of the stage overlooking the bar.

My eyes traveled up the throne before connecting with a pair of icy blue ones.

Suddenly it was as if I was being pulled into some sort of trance.

His eyes boring into my own.

I quickly broke eye contact taking a moment to take in his other features.

A mess of blonde locks lay on his head.

His jaw perfectly defined along with his other facial features.

His hands that were gripping the arm rests of the throne, large and lethal.

He was frighteningly tall, even taller than Sam, and he was basically Bigfoot.

It was however the smirk that played on his lips that made my blood boil.

He knew what I was, just as I knew what he was.

A vampire.

Just the pawn we were looking for.

I noticed the perfect blonde woman from the door suddenly at his side, leaning over and whispering in his ear.

I could see her glance in our direction.

She was trying to be discreet but I was on to her.

She was warning him.

Warning him about us.

I didn't get to see anything else as Dean pulled me towards a booth in the back.

I took this moment to study the people.

It was sickening seeing so many vampires and humans mingling like they weren't bloodthirsty monsters, and the humans eager to be their next meal.

"So I think the big blonde guy is who we need to talk to." Sam said looking between me and Dean.

I rolled my eyes.

Is he serious right now?

"Really Sam what gave you that idea huh? The throne in the middle of the stage? The way all the other vampires flock to him? Or, or maybe it’s the fact that he's glaring daggers at us right about now." I sassed feeling the blonde's eyes burning me from behind.

"Okay so what's the plan then, I don't think he's going to talk to us willingly." Dean said ignoring my attitude.

"Well maybe not us." Sam said pointing between himself and Dean.

Dean looked around seeing the blonde man's eyes devouring my form.

"No absolutely not." Dean interjected quickly.

"Dean, it may be our only shot I seemed to have peaked his interest." I said turning my body fully towards him.

"We can figure something else out then, this is reckless and you know that." Dean growled.

"I know but I don't think we have that kind of time, people are dying Dean, people we swore to protect." I shot back.

"Yeah well I swore to protect you." Dean gutted.

"So then protect me." I said rising from my seat.

Dean was not happy, that much was evident on his face. I couldn't focus on that right now though. I was doing this.

I took a deep breath straightening out my jacket.

I slowly approached the throne, center stage.I could see people eyeing me with envy. I was only focused on the vamp, whose eyes grew more curious the closer I got.

I was about to take another step but was halted by another man, who I could tell was also a vampire.

"Sorry no one speaks to Mr. Northman without his permission." He growled at me.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at this.

Who the hell did this vamp think he was, god?

"Chow, let her through." A strong voice spoke.

It didn't take me long to figure out it came from the vampire on the throne.

The man grumbled something under his breath before stepping to the side.

I took another deep breath striding in front of the blonde man.

"Mr. Northman I presume?"

"Please, call me Eric, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" He smirked.

I thought for a minute if I should make up some fake name.

"And mind you I can tell if you're lying." He added, somehow reading my thoughts.

"y/n." I offered only my first name.

"What I can I do for you y/n?" He asked interested, as if I was going to offer him my neck.

"I think you know why we're here." I stated crossing my arms in front of myself as if it would put more distant between me and Eric.

"Yes unfortunately , it was only a matter of time before you hunters showed up."

"We wouldn't have to if you leeches kept yourselves in check." I bit back quickly.

"Well aren't you sweet." Eric smirked.

"Yeah not really."

I knew I should probably watch my tongue in a bar full of vampires. However, when my anger got the best of me, I couldn’t control the things that spilled from my lips.

"You have no idea who you're talking to do you?" Eric laughed, standing to his full height.

He towered over my short stature easily.

I wouldn't let him intimidate me though which is exactly what he was trying to do.

"So enlighten me then Mr. Northman."

"I'm a thousand year old viking darling, I'm not threatened by you or anyone for that matter."

"I'm not here to threaten you, I'm here to help you." I retorted quickly, acting unfazed by the declaration of his true age.

My statement resulted in another laugh from the viking vampire.

"Help me? Now what in that pretty little head of yours makes you think I need, or want your help." He whispered menacingly, clearly trying to threaten me.

I would have been a little more afraid had I not noticed the slight crease in his eyebrows as he spoke.

He was worried about something.

My guess, pressure from his boss to solve his little vampire problem.

Order.

Creatures couldn't function without it.

I couldn't fight the smirk that made it's way to my face.

"I think you're worried, 346 bodies is a lot of bodies to hide, I mean we know that they didn’t really disappear did they? Also isn't it your job to keep all these vampires in line? I'm guessing a bunch of rogue vampires going on a killing spree doesn’t exactly fair well with your boss." I taunted.

I knew I pushed it too far when his fangs popped out with a click.

He quickly wrapped a hand around my throat causing Dean to shoot up, pulling out his gun loaded with ultraviolet emitting bullets.

If Eric saw him, he was completely unfazed by his actions.

I gave Dean a look, telling him to wait before he starts blindly shooting in a room full of vampires.

I could handle myself well, Dean knew as much.

“Don’t you tell me how to do my job.” he growled his hand squeezing a little tighter around my throat.

"Do your job then." I spat, pushing him a little further.

Eric then looked deeply in my orbs as his glazed over.

He spoke in an enchanting voice.

"Now you and your little gang of hunters are going to leave my bar, but before you go, you're going to let me taste you while your boyfriend over there watches me."

I knew what he was trying to do.

He was trying to what they call "glamor" me.

Get in my head.

Control me and my thoughts.

No man controls me.

"No offense Mr. Northman but you're not really my type." I managed to squeak out, his hand still squeezing my throat.

Eric quickly released my neck with a confused look.

"Why can't I glamor you?" He growled in frustration.

I quickly turned around, pulling my shirt up slightly so he could see the anti-possession tattoo in the center of my spine.

"Turns out this isn’t just for demons, works for your mind tricks too. Eric this is my final offer, let us help you or we're gonna handle things our way, and then you'll have a lot more bodies to dispose of. We’ll be in town, it’s your choice." I threatened before turning away from the vampire.

I could tell he didn't take kindly to my threats but he didn't retaliate surprisingly, given his nature.

I could see the relief wash over Dean's face as I returned to his side.

"Looks like we aren't getting his help, let's go." I said knowing full well Eric could still hear me.

Dean tucked his gun away roughly grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the bar.

I could tell by his face that he was trying his best not to explode.

He was irate.

As soon as we were in the impala the floodgates opened and all hell let loose.

"Wow you've done a lot of stupid shit in the past but that has to be the most fucked thing you've ever done, what the hell were you thinking?" Dean growled.

I wasn't sure if it was directed at Sam for suggesting I talk to Eric alone or me for actually doing it.

“Dean come on it’s…” Sam started but Dean quickly cut him off.

“Stay out of this Sam.” Dean growled.

I guess now I knew it was directed at me.

“You can’t be serious right now?” I scoffed at his behavior.

“He could have snapped you like a twig, you gave him every opportunity.” Dean snapped.

I knew this was his way of saying he was worried about me but l didn’t like how he was going about it.

“I can handle myself.” I said with an eye roll.

“I mean what was your plan exactly? Badmouth him until he sinks his fangs in to your neck? You had no plan going up there, that was so irresponsible.” Dean continued.

“Yeah well he didn’t hurt me did he?” I scoffed.

“Your lucky he didn’t, you just act without thinking about the consequences.” He retorted.

“Yeah well sometimes you think too much and don’t act.”

“At least you don’t have to continuously save my ass!” He growled.

“Ugh would you stop treating me like a child!” I said my voice rising along with my anger.

“I will when you stop acting like one!” Dean yelled.

I rolled my eyes again, sinking back in to the seat. I was done talking about this. It was no use anyways.

I knew Eric wouldn’t hurt me.

I don’t know how I knew, I just did. He wouldn’t admit it but he needed our help.

I was extremely thankful to be pulling in to the motel parking lot. I jumped out of the car before Dean could bring it to a complete stop, slamming the door in a fit.

I could hear Dean throwing open his door and quickly striding up to catch me.

“We are not done talking about this.” He growled grabbing my wrist.

“I am.” I seethed snatching my wrist from him.

I walked in to my separate motel room, slamming the door in his face.

God!

Dean didn’t usually yell at me, I had no idea where all this was coming from.

"Fuck!" I screamed, before quickly stripping my clothes wanting to wash away this evening and everything it brought.

I turned on the shower, steam instantly filling the bathroom.

I stepped in, the hot water relaxing my tense muscles.

What the hell was up with Dean?

Why was he acting so, so possessive?

He knew I was strong enough to handle my own, yet he was treating me as if I were some stupid kid walking in to the lions den unprepared.

I knew how to kill vampires, this wasn’t my first rodeo.

I was angrily scrubbing my body and hair, too caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear my motel room door opening, or the bathroom door for that matter.

I washed the shampoo from my hair before noticing Dean’s presence. It made me jump but only momentarily. He was standing on the other side of the shower curtain, his shoulders slumped over.

“I said I was done talking about it Dean.” I bit quickly.

I was expecting him to start yelling at me again, tell me how stupid I was being, but Dean didn’t say anything instead just stayed quiet.

"Dean?" I asked softening my tone.

Dean was never quiet.

Only when he was in his head about something.

Like I said we just got each other.

It was a moment before he spoke.

“You have no idea how worried I was for you, fuck y/n why do you care so little about your life when to me it’s everything?” Dean said, his voice being overtaken with emotion.

My breathing stilled at his words. I felt tears gather in the corners of my eyes.

Dean wasn’t the vulnerable type, never admitting how he was truly feeling, but here he was laying it all out.

Before thinking I flung open the shower curtain looking at him. His eyebrows were creased with worry and hurt.

I suddenly felt extremely guilty.

I didn’t want to hurt him.

That was the last thing I wanted to do.

Dean was my person.

I jumped out and flung my arms around him, soaking his t-shirt. He didn't seem to mind much as he wrapped his strong arms around me holding me tightly to his body.

I buried my head in the crook of his neck, allowing a few tears to cascade down my cheeks. His hand found its way to the back of my head stroking my wet hair.

“I’m sorry Dean.” I spoke quietly.

Dean’s hand traveled down to the back of my neck, pulling my head up so he could look in my eyes.

Dean and I didn't need words to convey our feelings.

Our eyes alone did just that.

I could feel the heat spreading to my core as his eyes devoured me hungrily.

Dean and I didn't cross this line often.

In fact only once before.

It was a dangerous line to be flirting with.

But in this moment, I didn't care.

Dean didn't either, for a moment later he was crashing his lips on mine.

His lips had a petal softness to them, but he kissed like a man that had been starved for months.

I balled his t-shirt in my fists pulling him impossibly closer. Dean's hand gripped my neck harder as if I was about to float away and he was the only thing holding me down.

I broke away but only briefly to suck in a harsh breath.

Dean pulled me back in again, devouring my lips.

He kissed me as if I was oxygen and he was dying to breathe.

I couldn't help the breathless moans that fell from my lips as I felt Dean's trapped erection on my already burning center.

I wanted more.

Needed more.

"Dean." I panted, hoping he would catch on.

Dean didn't bother teasing. He picked me up quickly kicking the bathroom door open, before gently placing me on the run down motel bed.

He was quick to dispose of his shirt.

I trailed my eyes down his body.

Dean was the kind of handsome that got into my bones, that spoke to me before he'd even said a word.

I licked my lips as I admired him.

I sat up on the bed, not being able to stop my self from placing my lips on his perfectly chiseled jaw. He let out a guttural sound as my tongue worked down to his neck, kissing and sucking, marking him as mine.

He quickly disposed of his jeans, freeing himself at last. He gently pushed me back down hovering his body over mine.

Dean looked at me as if he applied too much pressure I might break.

He trailed his hand down my body painfully slow, stopping to brush gently over my aching core. I sucked in my bottom lip to try to stop the needy whine that wished to escape but I was too late.

I needed to feel him, all of him.

Dean leaned down once again kissing my lips tenderly.

"I promise." Dean whispered pulling away gently.

I shook my head in confusion.

"Promise?" I breathed out.

"I promise to make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you." Dean rasped.

I felt my eyes prickle with tears.

I grabbed his head bringing his lips back to my own.

I don't think I'll ever get over the feeling I get when kissing Dean, it was warm, it was safe, it was everything I needed, because with Dean, sometimes kissing felt like healing.

Dean grabbed his erection, slowly rubbing his tip up and down my folds, torturing me with pleasure.

He grunted pushing himself through my slickness all without breaking our hungry kiss.

Dean thrusted at a tortuously slow pace, hitting my sweet spot with every movement. Dean buried his head into my neck, heavenly groans fell from his lips.

I moaned a little louder with each slow thrust.

I couldn't take anymore, I rolled my hips up meeting his.

Dean pushed himself even deeper, causing a sensual whine out of me.

"So pretty when you're whining for me."

I could barely think straight from the fire burning in my veins. I closed my eyes digging my nails slightly in to his skin.

“Oh fuck Dean right there.” I moaned feeling my orgasm making itself known.

I could feel myself clenching around him causing him to cry out in pleasure.

“Good girl baby, cum for me.” Dean whispered in a husky voice.

His tone and praise alone was enough to have me soaking his length, my walls contracting all around him.

Dean began to thrust harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm. When his rhythm became sloppy I knew he was close.

Dean gave one last deep thrust before I felt white hot spurts of liquid coating my still sensitive walls.

Just when I thought Dean couldn’t get more attractive, here he was looking like a god as he groaned, riding out his orgasm.

I could cum again just from the sight of it.

Dean slowly removed himself, satisfied when his seed spilled out coating my thighs.

"I think you're gonna need another shower." Dean smirked.

Yep.

Dean was back.

I was about to make my usual snarky comment but a loud knocking on the door got my attention.

I thought it might be Sam coming to check on me, he has been on the receiving end of Dean’s wrath more than once.

I threw on a shirt and some sleep shorts before peeling the door open slowly.

I was not prepared to see Eric Northman behind it.

"You know for hunters you really need to cover your tracks better, wasn't all that hard to track you down, not with that sweet aroma you carry around." Eric smirked pompously.

I could hear Dean shuffling as he rushed putting his clothes back on.

He was suddenly at my side ripping the door open and glaring down the viking vampire in front of me.

It was the first time I saw them toe to toe.

Eric was definitely taller but Dean was unfazed by his size.

Dean was nothing to mess with either. He was lethal in his own right, and had more blood on his hands then he liked to think about.

"Now if you're done fucking your play thing, I'd like to talk." Eric said completely ignoring Dean’s threatening demeanor.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

Oh god he heard that?

Of course he did, fucking super hearing ability.

"I think that opportunity has passed, we're no longer interested." Dean growled slamming the door but Eric’s vampire speed won out and he caught it seamlessly.

"If you could do me a favor sweets and calm your guard dog here, I believe you and I can help each other." Eric said once again ignoring Dean completely.

"I thought you said you didn't need or want my help?" I finally spoke, feeling my anger rising again.

"Oh don't be smug, it's humbling enough having to come to a breather for help." Eric said rolling his eyes.

I could feel Dean stiffen beside me.

He didn't trust Eric that much was obvious.

I didn't trust him either.

I was realistic though, and I knew our odds would be better with him on our side instead of in our way.

"Hypothetically speaking of course, let's say I was still interested in helping you, what then?" I inquired.

Dean growled from beside me.

“Excuse us for a moment." Dean said through clenched teeth, shutting the door, this time Eric allowing him to.

Dean sucked in a sharp breath preparing his lecture but I quickly cut him off before he could deliver it.

"Look before you yell, let's be realistic here, I think we're in way over our heads and having Eric on our side instead of in our way is an asset, even if I don't trust him, keep your enemies closer right?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed knowing he couldn't argue with my logic.

"You were mad before because I didn't have plan, this time I do." I promised.

Dean placed a gentle hand to my cheek pulling my lips to his.

He knew Eric would be listening behind the door.

He wanted to make it known I was his.

I would definitely have to unpack this situation later.

Dean removed his lips resting his forehead on mine.

"Fine we can talk." Dean reluctantly agreed.

I gave him a small smile as I opened the door, seeing Eric standing there looking completely uninterested in Dean's show of affection.

"So then let's talk." I said nodding my head at Eric.

"Just you, no offense but I don’t think your guard dog will fit in with where we’re going, also you might want to shower first, if you’re going to be with me I can’t have you smelling of another man, and one more tip try not to look so much like a hunter, I’ll be back in thirty.” Eric ordered before speeding away.

“Fuck this, no way in hell am I letting you go anywhere alone with him.” Dean said.

“The idea doesn’t thrill me either but I’m just going to need you to trust me.” I said quickly going towards the bathroom.

Dean didn’t say anything instead followed behind me sulking. He shed his clothes stepping in the shower after me.

He huffed pouting as he took his hand washing his seed away from my body. I moaned as his fingers dipped in my folds cleansing me.

“I can trust you if you promise me you won’t do anything reckless, I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt and I wasn’t there to help.” Dean said.

I quickly turned around facing him.

“I promise you Dean, nothing reckless.” I said standing on my toes to place a soft kiss to his mouth.

I finished washing myself quickly, then stepped out and towel dried myself.

I looked in my suitcase trying to find clothes that didn’t scream hunter. I settled for a sundress, this made me look more innocent, more naive.

Exactly thirty minutes later on the dot their was another harsh knock at the door. I took a deep breath opening it. Eric stood smirking behind it, clearly trying to provoke Dean. He let his eyes drift up and down my form very noticeably.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you almost look normal.” Eric joked, that ever present cocky smile still on his face.

Dean wrapped a protective arm around me.

“I swear if you fucking hurt her..” Dean started but Eric cut him off.

“Down boy, she’ll be fine, besides I already ate this evening, though I wouldn’t say no to some dessert.” Eric taunted him.

I rolled my eyes at the pair.

I quickly turned around grabbing Deans shirt bringing him in for a feverish kiss.

Dean smirked in to the kiss hearing Eric sigh in annoyance.

I pulled away letting a hand linger on his cheek.

“I’ll be back.” I assured.

I turned towards Eric ignoring the arm he offered me.

“Well after you.” I gestured.

I saw the the expensive bugatti now parked outside my motel room.

A little over the top I thought, although I guess when you’ve been alive for so long your wealth is vast.

Eric smirked at Dean as he opened the passenger door gesturing for me to get in.

I gave Dean one more soft look before climbing in.

Eric zipped around clambering in the drivers seat. He peeled out of the motel at inhuman speed, making me grip the seat.

“So are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked annoyed.

“A tribunal meeting.” Eric simply answered.

“A what?”

“You people really don’t know anything do you?” He jabbed.

“Look if that’s how this is going to be you can just take me back.” I said rolling my eyes.

“You know your cute when you pout.” Eric laughed.

I rolled my eyes again ignoring his flirtatious comment. He was trying to get under my skin, and he was doing a damn good job at it.

“Listen just stay close to me, and don’t talk to anyone but me.” Eric said glancing at me.

“Eric..”

“No this is serious okay, for me to keep you safe you have to listen to me.” He said.

I glanced at his eyes, and for a moment just a moment I saw some of what I believed to be sincerity. It made him almost seem…. human.

“Fine.” I grumbled.

He pulled in to a field in the middle of nowhere.

I really wasn’t thrilled with this idea now.

I took a deep breath feeling the silver dagger Dean slipped in to the waistband of my underwear. It wasn’t much but it could help me out, give me some leverage.

Eric got out zipping around to open my door.

I got out of the car looking fully at the scene.

There were a few other vampires there, most looked pretty ancient. It wasn’t their looks per say, but their demeanor, the way they carried themselves.

I saw a few humans too, one vampire was openly feeding on a girls neck. If I had eaten I was sure it would come back up at the sight. The worst part is the girl moaned as if she was enjoying it.

Eric smirked as he wrapped an arm around my waist leading me towards the group of vampires.

"Remember what I said, be a good breather and keep quiet." Eric said.

"Fuck you." I cursed under my breath knowing full well Eric would hear me.

Eric's presence instantly got the attention of a man dressed in an expensive suit.

"Eric welcome, and who is this lovely thing you've brought with you, she smells delectable."

"Easy now magister, she's mine." Eric said.

His?

Oh hell no!

"Yours the fu.." I started but Eric quickly clamped his hand on my mouth.

"My apologies sir, quite the mouth she got on her, though it does come in handy." Eric joked.

I nipped at his hand covering my mouth as if telling him he was really pushing it.

"If you'll excuse us sir.." Eric said leading me away from the man.

As soon as he took his hand off my mouth, I raised my hand to strike him but he quickly caught it.

"Yours? What the fuck was that!? I am not now, nor will I ever be yours!" I growled.

"It's my way of protecting you, it's an unspoken rule for vampires that we can't harm or feed from another vampires claimed human, now that I openly claimed you, nobody can touch you or they have to deal with me."

I was still pissed at him but I shook my head in understanding.

"These guys, they're the authority?"

"Well sort of, we work for them, that guy was the magister, the judge of my kind, if you will. The others are area sheriffs like myself, we keep order in our area, and we're all here to talk about our little problem." Eric explained.

"And the humans are privileged to this information?" I questioned.

"No, you’re here to satiate us, but it doesn't matter what they hear they'll just be glamoured to forget, but since you can't be glamoured you better be good at acting." Eric said.

I nodded my head finally understanding.

I would be the only human to remember this meeting.

He was giving me information, leverage.

Eric was about to say something else when the magister cleared his throat getting the attention of all vampires present.

"Now stay close to me, and for fuck's sake act like you can stand to be near me." Eric whispered once again wrapping a cold arm around my waist.

I knew if Dean were here right now he'd be furious at Eric for even daring to touch me in such an intimate matter.

In fact Dean would probably kill him first and ask questions later.

Eric was right, Dean definitely wouldn't have fit in here.

I didn't fit in here.

I grumbled, leaning in to Eric's side, cozying up to him.

I had to pretend.

It might kill me.

But I had to pretend.

I could feel Eric's stupid smirk without seeing it.

"Stop enjoying this." I growled causing a chuckle to fall from his lips.

"Sheriffs, it's great to see you, unfortunately I wish it could be under better circumstances. You all have been gathered here because as you know your state has managed to gain the attention of the authority, and I can tell you they aren't happy. You were put in a position to keep order, lay low, push the movement along, so please someone tell me why it's a goddamn circus out here?" The guy who I now know as the magister yelled.

I could feel Eric tense beside me, his arm getting a little tighter around me.

I could tell the magister was in a significant position of power even without Eric telling me so.

"Sir it's the newborns, they're insatiable, unsupervised." One vamp spoke up.

"And who's fault is that, isn't it your job to handle problem vampires?"

"You wish us to kill our own’s progeny's?" Another quipped.

"Do you dare defy my order?" The magister threatened.

"No sir."

I was taking in all the new information.

It seemed that new vampires were being made, "progeny's" and being left unsupervised after their creation.

It was not only reckless, it was cruel.

"Well maybe the humans have it coming, all they've ever done is hunt us down and lynch us." A vampire beside us spoke.

I glance at him.

He was tall, not as tall as Eric but tall none the less.

He clearly thought he was holier then thou.

I guess he hadn’t come face to face with hunters yet.

"I mean we do kind of deserve it." Eric spoke, surprising me a great deal.

I didn't think he was capable of any compassion towards what he calls “breathers.”

"Wow I can't believe my ears, Eric Northman, the ruthless viking prince suddenly gets himself a human bitch and now he's mr. mainstream?" The vampire spoke turning and taking a step towards us.

Eric let out a warning growl.

"I would watch your next words sheriff, I’m not known for my patience." Eric said baring his fangs.

His hold on me got tighter, if that were possible, I was already trapped against his body as it was.

I could feel the tensions rising as both vampires hissed at each other.

I took my hand squeezing Eric's.

I was surprised when I felt him calm slightly.

It was a simple gesture that always worked for Dean, and seemingly Eric too.

It was a little way of wordlessly saying “I’m here, I got you.”

"ENOUGH both of you! Eric’s right, we all knew coming out of the coffin there would be risks involved, if you can't keep order the authority will come and eradicate your regions."

Eradicate?

As in kill them all?

I was all for killing vampires, but that seems a little excessive.

I worried for Eric.

Wait.

What the fuck am I saying?

I don't worry about vampires.

Vampires are nothing but killing machines.

They don’t have feelings.

Or do they?

I don’t know what I believed anymore in this moment.

"With all due respect magister this is complete bullshit." the previous vampire spoke again.

I could see the magister getting visibly angry.

"We are apex predators, the top of the food chain, and you expect us to just lay down and take it from a bunch of blood bags?" He continued.

I could feel myself getting heated at his words.

He was the epitome of the vampires we killed.

No regard for human life whatsoever.

"We don’t take it, we learn to control ourselves there’s a difference." The magister corrects.

He was all about pushing the mainstreaming movement along, that much was clear, but he could care less about humans as long as all killings and feedings were done in secrecy and done so as not to draw too much attention.

He was just another two faced authoritarian, pushing something he could care less about.

"You and the authority are out of your goddamn minds if you think..." He started.

In an instant the magister zipped over to him, producing a wooden stake before driving it straight through the vampires heart. The vampire exploded sending guts flying everywhere.

Eric quickly turned us around so I wasn’t hit by the debris but he was.

I let out a shaking breath as blood splattered the side of his face.

I didn’t think I would be getting this close to vampire politics tonight.

I was officially over it.

Eric looked in my eyes as if assuring me everything was alright.

The magister wiped some vampire guts from his suit before turning back to everyone.

“I think we’ve all learned our lesson yes?”

No one dared to speak so the magister continued.

“You,” he said pointing at one vampire, “clean up this mess’ and you,” he said now turning to Eric who was cleaning the blood from his face, “glamor your human and then come with me.”

Eric turned to me giving me a look, guess now it was time to put on an act.

How does one even act glamoured? A mindless zombie I guessed.

He stared at me with that glazed look in his eyes, the same one from the bar. He also had something else in there, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was; mischief maybe?

Next came his enchanting voice.

“y/n.”

“Yes.” I spoke quietly as if I was under his spell.

“Nothing happened here tonight, you don’t remember any other vampires being here, you don’t remember anything that was said, do you understand?” Eric ordered.

“Nothing happened here.” I repeated.

“Good…” Eric smirked pompously. “Now kiss me and wait in the car like the good little breather you are.”

I felt my insides boiling.

What the hell was he doing?

He knew I couldn’t say no to him.

It was either that or blow my cover to the magister.

I trusted my skills but not enough to take out an ancient vampire with a simple silver dagger, not while so many others were around.

I realized I was already taking too much time to think. If I didn’t act soon it was over, I was made.

I glared at Eric with furious eyes before leaning in.

He grabbed the back of my neck joining our lips.

I kissed him back with much reserve but he didn’t seem to notice.

He however kissed me gently to my surprise.

In fact he was kind of good at kissing.

What the fuck?

Shut up brain!

This was a vampire for fucks sake!

I willed the moment to be over but Eric was taking his sweet time tasting my mouth.

As we were kissing I tasted something metallic on my tongue.

I knew that taste.

Blood.

I swear if he bit me, I don’t care who’s watching I’ll kill him.

I was confused when Eric pulled away and it wasn’t my lip that was bleeding but his own.

It was his blood?

I quickly turned around walking back to his car as instructed.

I was trying to soak in all the information.

At least now we knew what we were up against.

A bunch of unsupervised baby vamps.

Great.

Eric came back moments later getting in the car. I held my breath until we were far enough away from the field before speaking my thoughts.

“I don’t understand, why are there unsupervised baby vampires allowed to run amok, they need to be taught, isn’t that a little cruel, illegal?”

“It’s unfortunate not every vampire has such a responsible maker.” Eric answered.

“And your maker?” I wondered.

I heard the vampire call Eric a viking prince, I wondered just how he came to be what he was now.

He hesitated a moment before he spoke.

“Godric, he’s gone, he saved me from dying on a battlefield.”

I scoffed a little catching his attention but kept my comment to myself, further annoying Eric.

“Go ahead, say what you want to say.” Eric pushed.

“I don’t know how he saved you, making you crave blood to survive, making you a slave to the night, making you practically immortal, I mean that has to be really lonely, eventually everyone you know will be gone and then it’ll just be you.” I said glancing at him.

“It’s a good thing I don’t care for mortals then.”

“I don’t believe that.” I quipped.

“And I don’t believe you actually hate vampires, I saw how you reacted when the magister spoke of the authority eradicating our regions.” Eric pushed back.

“About that, can they actually do that?” I asked.

If vampires had enough power to eradicate entire regions I think we had bigger problems to worry about then a bunch of baby vamps.

“Yes, they can and they will if the problem isn’t solved.” Eric said slowly pulling back in the motel parking lot.

“So what do we do about it so that doesn’t happen?” I asked turning my body towards him.

“We?”

“Just shut up, and tell me!” I said rolling my eyes at him again.

“I guess the only thing we can do, go on a hunting trip. If we can’t control them we have to eradicate them.” Eric said.

“Alright we’ll be ready then.”

“You and your dog can meet me at fangtasia tomorrow night, sunset, we’ll formulate a plan from there.” Eric nodded.

“Sunset.” I confirmed turning to get out of the car.

“Oh Eric, one more thing.” I said turning back around.

Before he could realize what was happening I balled my fist, sending it flying in to his nose. I heard a satisfying crunch as it connected.

“ If you ever trick me into kissing you again, I’ll kill you myself. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smirked getting out of the car.

“You broke my nose!” Eric yelled out the window.

“Eh your a vampire, you’ll heal.” I shrugged, glancing once more at him.

“I know I’m a vampire but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.” He growled pushing his nose back in to position.

“Goodnight Eric.” I called one final time.

Eric rolled his eyes before peeling out of the parking lot, the sound getting Dean’s attention. He flung open the door pulling me to his chest. He inspected my body for any signs of injury but found none.

“Dean it’s okay, I’m okay.” I said placing a hand on his cheek.

I took him inside telling him everything that happened.

Well almost everything.

I left out the kissing part.

It would just further cause problems between the two, and besides I handled it.

He groaned when I told him we’d be seeing Eric tomorrow night.

He didn’t want to work with him but he agreed with me, that if we didn’t take care of this little problem we’d have a much bigger problem on our hands, i.e. an authority of ancient vampires that could eradicate entire populations.

“It’s nearly dawn, we should get some sleep.” Dean said stroking a hand through my hair.

I looked at Dean’s face, he had a slight crease in his forehead that only showed up when he was worrying about something.

“Dean what is it?” I asked.

“Who’s to say we don’t help him and then he turns right around and tries to kills us? I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.” Dean says sincerely.

“I know your worried but I don’t think he’ll try anything, he needs our help, besides he had every opportunity to kill me tonight, but he didn’t. Instead he gave us some pretty valuable information, which I’m suspecting he could get staked for if someone found out.” I said my mind traveling to the blonde haired vampire.

I had no idea why he was on my mind right now.

“Are you concerned for him?” Dean asked a look of jealousy and disgust on his face.

When I didn’t answer immediately, Dean continued.

“He’s a killer y/n, a leech, you can’t seriously be worrying about him?” Dean growled.

“I’m not.” I told a half lie.

“What is it then?” Dean pushed.

“It’s just everything might not be as black and white as we think that’s all.” I said trying to carefully chose my words.

“I mean they drink human blood to survive how is there any grey area in that?” Dean retorted.

“Some of them didn’t ask for this life, you know they thought they were being saved..” I trailed off thinking of the story Eric told me of his creation.

“It doesn’t change what they are.” Dean said.

I shrugged my shoulders. I guess he was right. At the end of the day they would still be feeding on humans to survive.

We were prey to them.

“I think we should get some sleep.” I said leaning up and pecking his lips quickly.

Dean was not satisfied with how we ended things but he didn’t push further to which I was thankful. Instead he pulled me in closer so my head was laying on his chest.

I felt the exhaustion starting to take a toll on my body, and the darkness starting to envelop me.

I reached my hand up to touch Dean but was surprised to feel the space empty.

Suddenly fingers were hooked in to my sleep shorts pulling them slowly down my legs. I groaned as lips kissed tenderly up my thigh, making my core burn with pleasure. I cast my eyes downward, meeting a pair of green ones.

“Dean.” I moaned as his head dipped down, his breath fanning over my center.

I didn’t know how Dean slipped down there without me noticing but right now I didn’t care.

Instead of devouring me like I wanted, his lips trailed back down to my thigh.

I could feel my blood pumping with need and desire.

“Beg me for it.” Dean commanded.

Didn’t need to tell me twice.

“Oh god please Dean.” I begged running my hands through his hair.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my thigh.

I gasped looking down but instead of Dean, Eric was there with extended fangs, licking blood off his lips

What the fuck is going on?

Am I dreaming?

I’ve got to be dreaming.

A million questions surged through my head.

How?

When?

Why?

“Eric?” I blushed trying to hide my body from him.

“The femoral artery, like the jugular if pierced wrong can cause you to bleed out in mere minutes.” Eric said licking my thigh.

I looked down realizing blood was seeping out from too little pin pricks. I could feel my heart start to race but it wasn’t from fear… rather excitement.

What was wrong with me?

Was I turned on by this?

“It is indeed the best place to draw blood, so pleasurable and not just for me.” Eric said dipping his head back down, sinking his fangs in to my thigh.

I threw my head back with a moan as Eric drank my blood. His long fingers trailed up my thigh, dipping in to my folds that were already slick with arousal.

Oh god this was so wrong.

But it felt so good I didn’t want to stop.

But Dean?

Fuck!

As I was about to push Eric away, I felt lips against my neck, a hand trailing down my shirt to play with my hardened nipples.

I sat up a little seeing Dean now behind me.

Okay now I know I am in fact dreaming. These two can’t even be in the same room together, let alone take turns pleasuring me.

Eric removed his fangs and started to devour my core, his tongue working expertly up and down my folds.

“Oh god.” I moaned, biting my lip.

Dean trailed his fingers down further and started rubbing circles on my bundle of nerves, making my body writhe with pleasure.

“Mmm such a good girl, wouldn’t you agree Eric?” Dean whispered with a husky tone that made my legs shake.

"Mmm, the best girl.” Eric said removing his mouth from my folds momentarily before diving back in.

I felt the coil in my stomach winding tighter and tighter, begging to spring free. The sensation of Eric devouring me with his mouth while Dean worked me with his fingers was too much to bare. I was so close and then….

I sprang up, gasping for air.

The room was still dark, however sunlight started filtering through the curtains.

I guessed it was just after sunrise.

I looked to my left seeing Dean sound asleep. Eric was nowhere to be found.

“Of course not dummy, he’s dead during the day” my brain screamed at me.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead trying to calm my racing heart.

Why in the fuck would I dream of Eric pleasuring me?

Dean makes sense but Eric?

Eric?

A thousand year old vampire?

What the fuck was wrong with me!?

The worst part is he bit me, he bit me and I enjoyed it.

I deduced I was in need of some serious therapy and counseling.

I took a few deep breaths before laying back down next to Dean. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours before finally succumbing to pure exhaustion.

I woke up to a hand running through my hair. I was hesitant to open my eyes, my dream still at the forefront of my mind.

I was relieved when all I saw was Dean.

“It’s almost sunset.” Dean said placing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I groaned in response causing Dean to laugh.

“I’m not looking forward to this either.” Dean said getting out of the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

I sat up stretching my limbs. I was dreading having to face Eric after the impure dream I had about him.

I was still struggling to understand why I was dreaming about him in that way. I mean sure he was attractive, but he was a monster and I was the one who hunted him.

I didn’t realize how long I sat there in my head until Dean was coming out of the bathroom freshly showered.

I quickly collected myself so I didn't look like a mess.

Dean could NOT find out about this.

I rushed in to the bathroom turning on the cold water. I splashed my face a couple times trying to calm my shaking hands.

Fuck.

Get it together.

I stepped out getting dressed for the night. Dean was already ready to go, reloading uv bullets in both guns.

“Sam?” I asked lacing my boots.

“He’s keeping the police off our backs for now, he’ll meet up with us later.” Dean said tossing me my weapon.

I grabbed some colloidal sliver as well as a couple silver daggers.

“Alright, let’s do this.” I sighed.

Dean grabbed my hand pulling me to his chest.

“If shit goes down, you get out, and I’ll come find you.” Dean said placing a gentle hand on my cheek.

“You and I both know that isn’t happening, we’re in this together, until the end.” I said looking deeply in his eyes.

Dean leaned down capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.

I wished desperately we could just stay in this moment but that was a fairytale and our lives were anything but. It was more like a constant nightmare if you asked me.

Dean pulled away giving me a silent nod.

It didn’t take us long until we were sat in the fangtasia parking lot.

“If he tries anything, I will kill him.” Dean said pulling the safety off his gun.

“I know you will, you’ve only been chomping at the bullet to since we’ve met him.” I said mimicking his actions.

Dean shrugged knowing I wasn’t wrong. I saw the blonde lady from before opening the door. I guess that was our invitation to go in. I tucked away my gun, climbing out of the impala.

“Oh great they’re back.” The blonde lady spat sarcastically.

“It’s nice to see you again too.” I bit back.

“Pam, play nice now, these humans are here to help us.”

I gulped as soon as I heard his voice.

My mind flooded with the images of him tucked between my legs, my blood dripping off his fangs.

Dean must’ve noticed my unease. He put a hand on the small of my back giving me a reassuring pat.

I pushed past the blonde lady, Pam I now knew was her name, and I walked in to the empty bar. It sure looked a lot different with the lights on. Eric once again was sitting on his ridiculous throne. He smirked at me as soon as our eyes connected.

Dean was quick to catch up with me.

He stood so his shoulder was slightly blocking me from Eric.

“So what’s the plan?” Dean growled.

“Oh no formal introductions, straight to the point huh.” Eric taunted looking at me.

“Eric please, save the jokes, let’s get this over with.” I sighed.

“I for one had a great time last night.” Eric smirked.

I glared at him, silently telling him to shut up.

Dean didn't know about the kiss, and if he found out now, he'd kill Eric and then maybe me.

“Well except for that little part where you broke my nose.” He said.

As he said this the blonde lady flashed her fangs at me. Dean immediately shifted pulling his gun and aiming it at Pam.

“Pam stand down.” Eric commanded.

Pam was protective of him, that was abundantly clear.

I was starting to put the pieces together.

Pam was his progeny.

He created her just as Godric created him.

Dean slowly lowered his gun once there was no threat to me anymore. He gave me a incredulous look as I hadn’t told him that part of the story.

“It looks to me you healed just fine, now please let’s get on with it.” I sassed him.

“As you wish, follow me.” Eric said standing from the throne.

“Where?” Dean quickly ordered.

“What you don’t trust me?” Eric taunted him.

“I don’t trust bloodsuckers no.” Dean retorted.

“Ha, I could snap you in half in just a matter of seconds” Eric threatened.

“I’d really like to see you try, give me a reason to fry you.” Dean growled cocking his gun.

Ugh these two were incorrigible.

“Ok enough of the dick swinging contest are we doing this or not?” I asked rolling my eyes at the men.

I could see Pam for once in agreement with me.

I gestured for Eric to show us what he wanted to. He walked down a hallway leading us to a stairwell.

“Is this your dungeon or something?” I joked.

“Yes.” Eric answered seriously.

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.

“You first.” Dean growled not trusting Eric to go behind him.

“Guests first, I insist.” Eric said opening the door.

“Seriously?” I groaned, pushing past both men, and starting to walk down the steps.

I heard footsteps following behind me, they weren’t heavy like Dean’s so I knew they were Eric’s. He was close behind me.

I felt a chill run down my spine the closer he got.

“So, tell me y/n have any good dreams lately?” Eric whispered in my ear.

I about lost my footing, as my face went pale.

He knew?

How the fuck did he know that?

I quickly pulled myself together, I wouldn’t let him get under my skin.

“Yes in fact, Dean was in all of them.” I bit back.

“I bet he was.” Eric smirked.

I could hear some low growling sounds as we got to the bottom of the stairs.

He wasn’t kidding it really was a dungeon down here.

I felt Dean once again at my side.

Eric disappeared for a moment pulling a lever.

I heard the growling get louder, a vampire descended from the ceiling suspended by silver chains.

He thrashed around trying to break free, the silver burning his skin as he did so.

“I found this one feeding on a human right outside my bar, he’s new, not yet a month old.” Eric said.

“A newborn, I’m guessing his maker is nowhere to be found.” I said eyeing up the vamp.

He looked weak, I would guess he’d been down here for a few days, starved of blood.”

“Oh on the contraire, his maker is very much around, in fact he’s responsible for the surge of newborns, that’s where we need to go.” Eric said.

“How do you know that?” I asked him.

“We’ve been spending a lot of quality time together lately.” Eric joked.

“Where’s his maker?” Dean asked.

“Only thing I can’t get out of him. What do you think she’s for?” Eric asked nodding at me.

Dean was quick to put an arm out in front of me.

Before Dean could protest Eric spoke.

“Tell me guard dog do you know her blood type?” Eric asked Dean.

“AB Negative.” Dean answered quickly.

I was a little shocked that he knew that, but I guess I had to be given blood a time or two since we started hunting.

“Yes, the rarest of all blood types, a delicious treat for a vampire, a treat that is very very hard to resist.” Eric answered.

Oh great so basically I was crack for vampires.

“I’m not giving any of my blood.” I growled.

“Oh you won’t have to.” Eric said stepping closer to me. “Just your scent alone will drive him mad.” Eric added inhaling.

“Fine.” I said rolling my eyes.

“If it even moves an inch, I’m shooting.” Dean says taking aim at the newborn vampire.

I took a few steps closer to the still thrashing vampire.

Eric was right, as soon as I was within distance, his fangs popped, his neck craned to hiss at me.

“I don’t think you want to do that.” I warned.

He hissed again in response.

“See that gun, it’s loaded with uv administering bullets, it’ll feel like the sun is invading every part of your body, it will be a most unpleasant sensation.” I explained.

Dean aimed the gun a little higher, waiting for the vampire to make a wrong move.

“Don’t make him have to use it, all you have to do is tell us where your maker resides, and all this can go away.”

“Fuck all of you.” The vampire spat.

“Why are you protecting him?” I asked circling him.

“He’s my master.” He answered.

“Well he clearly doesn’t care about you, he left you to fend for yourself.” I pushed.

“He released you?” Eric questioned coming closer to me.

“Yes.” The vampire answered.

“You are no longer his problem then.” Eric said.

“You have no loyalty to him.” I added.

“Shut up all of you please.” The vampire cried out.

Eric and I were trying to break him down, and it was working.

“He wouldn’t care if we killed you right here right now, in fact he wouldn’t even think twice about it.” Eric pushed farther.

“In fact he’ll probably just make another to take your place, it’ll be like you never existed.” I said.

“I think we’ll go ahead and do just that.” Eric said popping out his fangs.

“Alright stop, please I’ll tell you, just don’t kill me”.

Eric gave me a satisfied look before going in the newborn’s face.

“Where is he?” Eric growled.

“He’s got a whole nest next to the old cemetery, he’s stashing humans there to feed us. Please now let me go, I did what you wanted.” He begged.

“You’ve been a great help.” Eric said putting his hand through the newborns chest producing his heart.

I could see betrayal flash on the newborns features as blood seeped from his mouth.

I turned away as Eric crushed his heart in his hand, causing the newborn to explode in to pieces.

“Was that necessary?” I asked kicking a chunk of vampire guts away from me.

“Yes, he broke the law so he must suffer the true death. It was either this or let your boyfriend fry him from the inside, I gave him a quick way out.” Eric said.

I took a deep breath, I needed to get out of here, the smell of vampire guts was starting to make me sick. I ran up the stairs, hearing both men trailing behind me.

“You mortals have such weak stomach’s.” Eric said going behind the bar.

He quickly produced a glass of water for me. I took it gratefully, choosing to ignore his comment.

“I need to go call Sam.” Dean said.

“I’ll be fine, go ahead.” I nodded.

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” Dean said glaring at Eric.

“If I wanted to kill either of you I would’ve done it by now.” Eric shrugs.

“Yeah well I’m still debating about killing you.” Dean said.

“For once we agree on something.” Eric retorted.

“For the love of god both of you stop acting like children!” I said slamming my hand down on the bar top.

I walked to the other side of the bar taking a seat in an empty booth. I was tired of the back and forth. Dean gave me a apologetic look before stepping out to call Sam.

I rolled my eyes as Eric joined me in the booth.

“What do you want now?” I groaned.

“Quite a temper he’s got on him.” Eric said.

“I can see you got your own guard dog.” I said nodding my head towards Pam who looked like she wanted to rip my head off for even daring to breathe the same air as her maker.

“Yes Pam, she’s my..” He started.

“Your progeny.” I cut him off.

“How did you know that?”

“I’m not completely dim Eric, I put the pieces together. I saw how you looked when talking about your maker, it’s the same way Pam looks at you.” I shrugged.

“Jealous?” Eric smirked.

“Did you save her too?” I asked ignoring his comment.

“Yes in fact I did. I didn’t set out to create Pam, but if I didn’t turn her she was going to die, and Pam had a hard life, I thought she deserved a little good.” Eric spoke tenderly.

“I guess you didn’t leave her at least.” I said.

“I never would, I made her this way, it’s my responsibility to look out for her, teach her, just as Godric did me.” Eric said.

“Hmm so you can insightful, good to know.” I said offering him a nod.

“You never answered my question earlier, any good dreams lately?” Eric smirked.

I rolled my eyes at his teasing.

“I guess you’ll never know.” I shrugged.

“I have a feeling your boyfriend doesn’t know either.” Eric pushed.

“Okay I’m debating on killing you now.” I said annoyed.

“It’s okay if you did dream of me, I mean it is a side effect of taking my blood after all.” Eric said nonchalantly leaning back in the seat.

I spit out the water I was drinking as the words left his lips.

“Wait what?”

I don’t remember taking his blood.

I remembered then the kiss, when I pulled away Eric had blood on his lip.

“You see when we kissed, I accidentally cut my lip on my fang and you drank some of my blood. It was what allowed you to break my nose, it gave you a boost of strength. Unfortunately it does come with a few side effects.” Eric explained.

Accidentally?

I somehow didn’t believe that.

“You mean when you forced me to kiss you.” I growled.

“Ah yes forgot about that little detail.”

“Yeah what else did you forget to tell me?” I asked balling my fists.

“You see now that you have my blood inside you, I’ll be able to locate you quickly, and I can feel the things you feel. In return your innately more attracted to me, dreaming of me. You and I are bonded now.” Eric explained.

I suddenly felt very violated.

“I didn’t want that, I didn’t want any of this.” I bit.

Eric chuckled and leaned in close.

“Oh come on you’re not fooling anyone.” He whispered.

I could feel my heartbeat uptick just from his proximity to me. I couldn’t control it, it was as if it completely shut my brain out and was thinking on its own.

“I don’t want anything to do with you, in fact I can’t wait for this whole thing to be over so I never have to see you again.” I growled.

“I think you’re forgetting I feel what you feel, I know that’s a lie.” Eric said sliding a little closer.

“It’s not.” I defended.

“I know you want me.” Eric said placing one of his large hands on my thigh.

I sucked in a sharp breath trying to calm myself.

“You want me just as much as I want you.” Eric added trailing his hand upwards.

I quickly jumped up causing his hand to fall.

“Sorry you’re dead wrong I love Dean.” I growled walking away from him.

I was relieved when Dean came back. I quickly walked over to him wrapping my arms around him. He was surprised for a minute but hugged me back.

I can’t believe I admitted my love for Dean, to Eric of all people.

I seriously needed some therapy now.

“Sam’s going to meet us there.” Dean said.

I nodded my head.

“Let us get a few things and we’ll meet you there.” I nodded to Eric. 

“No chance, I’m coming with you. I don’t trust you mortals either.” Eric said grabbing his jacket.

I guess that was fair.

“Eric, I’m coming with you.” Pam spoke.

“No Pam, I need you to stay here and handle opening. I’ll be fine don’t worry about me.” Eric said walking over to her and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Pam gave me a look, one that said if he gets hurt you’re dead.

I gave her a silent nod that it would be fine. I wouldn’t let Dean kill him.

I might still kill him, but Dean won’t.

Eric followed us back to the impala.

I opened the trunk where we stored all our weapons, or most of them at least. I grabbed a silencer putting it on the end of my pistol, the last thing we needed was to attract more attention.

I grabbed some silver chains as well as some silver bullets in case we ran out of the uv ones. I grabbed a wooden stake, before turning back around.

“Really?” Eric asked rolling his eyes.

“I would stay out of the crossfire if I was you.” I threatened.

Dean smirked as he shut the trunk.

Eric zipped to the old cemetery while Dean and I drove. I could see headlights at the entrance belonging to Sam.

It was eerily quiet.

Eric led the way as Sam, Dean and I aimed our guns, taking in our surroundings.

We walked a few steps seeing and hearing nothing.

“I don’t think anyone’s here.” Sam said.

Of course as he said that, a newborn came out of the dark and lunged towards my neck.

Eric was faster and caught the newborn by the neck while Dean shot a bullet through it’s chest. It immediately sank to the ground in agonizing pain as the uv bullet pulsed in its chest.

As if on queue we were surrounded by insatiable newborns, all looking for one thing, our blood.

I took a deep breath.

“Dog, keep her close, her smell will drive them mad.” Eric said pushing me closer to Dean.

Dean gave Eric an almost silent thank you.

It was as if they were suddenly given a silent command to attack, the newborns rushed towards us fangs bared. I fired multiple rounds finding a different target each time.

I could feel my ears ringing from the gunshots as well as the wailing of newborns who were being fried by the uv bullets.

I stumbled crashing in to Eric.

He caught me quickly standing me up on my feet.

I ran out of bullets shortly after, having to resort to the stake and silver daggers. I was wrestling with a particularly strong vampire, my silver dagger doing little to deter it’s advances. I lost my footing falling to the ground with the vampire. I held an arm to it’s throat keeping it’s fangs away from my face.

It was getting harder and harder to hold it back. I suddenly felt blood splatter on my face as a wooden stake stuck out of the vampires chest.

“Oh fuck.” I heard the vampire groan before exploding.

Dean quickly picked me up brushing me off.

“Dean watch out.” I called.

A vampire was approaching him quickly.

But this one wasn’t a newborn.

It moved far better, it was more experienced.

It was the maker we had been looking for.

And it was coming straight for Dean.

I didn’t know what I was doing until I was already moving.

I quickly shoved Dean out of harm’s way.

 I felt a hand go around my neck and teeth sink in to my flesh.. and then I felt nothing.

Dean

“Dean watch out.” I heard her voice call.

Before I had time to react I was being shoved to the side. I looked up to see a vampire grab her by the neck and sink his teeth in to her throat.

“No!” I screamed, grabbing my gun and firing six or seven silver bullets in to it’s chest.

Eric noticed the commotion and ran up behind the vampire pulling it’s heart out ultimately ending it.

I quickly ran over as y/n slumped to the ground, her hand going up to try and cauterize her wound. I quickly replaced her hand with my own, putting as much pressure as I could to stop the bleeding. I felt the tears already welling up in my eyes as the blood gushed from her neck despite the pressure I applied.

“Dean.” I heard her gasp, her eyes filling with tears.

I was soon joined by Sam.

“Dean, her jugular is severed, what do we do.” Sam panicked.

I didn’t know what to do.

She was losing too much blood too fast.

I let out a sob running my other hand down her cheek.

“It’s okay baby don’t worry, you’re going to be okay.” I sobbed kissing her forehead.

“Dean it’s okay I’m not afraid.”

How could she say it’s okay.

Nothing is okay!

“It’s not okay, please just hang on.” I cried.

“Dean, I’m in the arms of my first love, I’m with the only man I’ve ever loved, I’m okay.” I could hear her choke barely getting it out.

She loved me?

It was the words I had been longing to hear for years, but not now.

“I love you too, I love you so much which is why you can’t leave me.” I begged.

I looked over seeing Sam now crying too.

I looked back to her face, noticing it go paler and paler.

My hand was doing little to stop the massive blood loss.

Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as she lost consciousness.

She was dying.

My love, my world, dying in my arms.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I wouldn’t.

I gently laid her down, grabbing my gun.

I pointed it at Eric who was standing there just watching with furrowed brows.

He acted like he was hurt by the situation, like he cared about her.

“Change her.” I growled.

“Dean, you can’t.” Sam said as he started standing up.

“Sit the fuck down Sam.” I screamed at him.

I turned back around to Eric who still hasn’t moved.

“I said fucking change her, now.” I hissed.

He made no movements.

I fired a single silver bullet right in to his shoulder making him hiss in pain.

“I’m not asking again fucking do it.” I screamed.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.” Eric said.

“I don’t care, I’m not losing her, do it.” I said.

I wasn’t thinking straight, all I could think about was that I didn’t want to live without her.

“I don’t even know if it’ll work.” Eric growled getting closer.

“Try, you fucking owe us that much.” I growled.

Eric gave me one last look before sinking his fangs in her neck wound, completely draining her of blood.

I sank to my knees as he bit his wrist forcing it in her mouth.

“I need you to start digging a hole big enough for the both of us.” He said once her heartbeat stopped.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“It’s either that or she dies from sunlight exposure.” He growled dripping more blood in to her mouth.

“Sam go.” I growled.

“Dean you can’t be serious with this?” Sam protested.

“Goddamnit Sam go.” I yelled.

He gave me one last look before running off to dig a hole. Eric finally yanked his wrist away going to help Sam dig. I crawled over to her now lifeless body.

“I’m so sorry baby, this is all my fault.” I sobbed on her chest, not caring that I was getting covered in her blood.

I didn’t protect her.

I should’ve protected her.

It should’ve been me.

“Alright move.” Eric growled pushing me off of her.

I grabbed my gun pointing it at him. I wanted nothing more than to kill him right then and there, but if this worked, she would need him.

He lifted her carefully in his arms jumping down in the hole that was dug. He gently laid her down, before laying down himself and cuddling her body to his chest.

I couldn’t stand the sight,

“Now cover us up. No sunlight can seep through or we’ll both die.” He growled.

“How will I know if it worked?” I said utterly defeated.

“If she wakes up tomorrow night, you’ll know.” Eric said.

I grabbed a shovel dumping dirt over them.

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as I buried her.

Once I was sure she was far enough underground I collapsed as my body racked with sobs.

“Dean what did you do?” Sam questions sitting down beside me.

“I don’t know Sam, I couldn’t let her go.” I cried.

“It would’ve been better than this, Dean she wouldn’t want this.” Sam said.

I felt rage cloud over my eyes. I turned around shoving Sam.

“It wouldn’t have been better how can you say that?” I seethed.

“Dean I loved her too.” He started.

“No you didn’t, not like I did.” I whispered.

“So what you’re just going to wait here until tomorrow night?” He scoffed.

“If I have too.” I snapped.

I didn’t care what it took.

I was going to see her again.

“I’m sorry Dean but I can’t be part of this, I won’t.” Sam said.

I didn’t answer him.

If he didn’t want to be apart of this then he can go.

“Dean?” Sam pushed again as if he was going to change my mind.

When I didn’t answer him for the second time he finally left.

I brought my knees to my chest laying down beside the pile of dirt that contained her. I felt as if I died right along with her.

Reader

Am I dead?

Is this what death is like?

A permanent darkness?

I felt something cold and heavy on my body.

Where was I?

I can’t remember anything.

I felt something stir beside me alerting all of my senses.

I tried to move my hand and realized I was surrounded by dirt.

Was I buried alive?

What was going on?

I was panicking now.

I quickly started digging trying to free myself.

I was suddenly being ripped from the dirt by a strong hand.

Moonlight flooded my eyes as I took a sharp breath in.

It however provided no relief to my burning throat.

“It’s okay, everything is okay.” I quickly flipped around seeing a tall blonde.

I felt my memories come back like a flash flood.

Eric. Dean. Vampires. Death.

I died.

But I was still here.

That’s impossible.

Unless….

“I’m a..” I started too stunned to speak.

“A vampire.” Eric finished.

I looked at him, suddenly feeling a pull towards him, an unexplainable urge to protect and care for him.

I realized then that he was my maker.

He did this to me.

“I don’t understand.” I said grabbing my throat that was still burning.

“I saved you, you were dying and I saved you.” Eric said taking a step closer.

I found that my vampire self didn’t want him to step away, I wanted him to take me in his arms and tell me everything was going to be okay.

“I’m so..”

“Thirsty, I know, I’m going to take care of you.” Eric said.

Thirsty.

For blood.

I craved blood.

It made me sick, but I needed it.

Eric was about to take me away when a voice caught my attention.

“y/n?”

Dean

I laid by the freshly dug grave until I could see the sun starting to set.

If this worked she’d be up soon.

Please god let it work.

I sat up when I heard something stirring.

Eric arose out of the grave, eyes clouding with fury when he saw me standing there.

“You need to leave now.” He growled.

No fucking way.

“I’m not leaving.” I pushed back.

“Look she will be insatiable, and you’re covered in blood, so unless you want her to have your death on her conscience for eternity you’ll leave.” Eric said this time putting his hands on me and shoving me away from the grave.

“It worked?” I asked ignoring his request.

I couldn’t believe it worked.

“I need to see her.” I said, standing my ground.

“I need to feed her, so unless you want to become her meal you’ll leave. This is the last chance I’m offering you!” Eric growled.

I hesitantly backed up.

I didn’t want to torment her new senses.

I sighed before jogging off in to the tree line so I was out of sight.

I watched as Eric stuck his hand in the dirt pulling her out.

She still looked like herself, but everything was more defined now.

I felt my heart break as her eyes looked around terrified.

Oh god..

What did I do?

“It’s okay, everything is okay.” Eric assured her. 

Her face contorted with realization.

“I’m a..”

“A vampire.” Eric confirmed for her.

I could see her heartbreaking for just her face.

She didn’t want this.

I did this.

Oh god.

What did I do?

I felt the tears start to cloud my vision.

I was completely selfish.

Sam was right, she didn’t want this. But I wouldn’t listen.

“I’m going to take care of you.” I heard Eric say as he went to leave with her.

I couldn’t let him.

I stepped out of the tree line.

“y/n?”

She quickly whipped around in my direction. I saw her eyebrows contort in pain as she looked at me. Eric grabbed her hand bringing her to his side.

“It’s okay y/n, come here, I’ll help you.” I said taking a step closer.

She didn’t budge. Instead just stared at me with longing eyes.

I heard Eric chuckle making me growl.

“Remember that part where I said you had no idea what you were asking for?” Eric taunted.

“y/n come here.” I said again choosing to ignore him.

“Sorry, she only listens to me, she calls me daddy now.” Eric jabbed.

No.

This was all wrong.

This isn’t what I wanted.

I felt my hands shaking.

What did I do?

Part Two: Coming Soon!

[eccentricallygothic]

Pairing: Eric Northman | Hunter's Daughter!You. 

Warning(s): Smut, m!Dom, f!sub, kissing, makeshift bondage, tongue play, feeding, minor blood play, Eric's fat cock, nipple play, unprotected p-in-v, probably fear kink, human x vampire, forbidden lovers trope, dirty talk, age gap (lmfao). MDNI.

Note: Idk if Eric's in anymore but my kid sister wants to watch True Blood so I showed her the trailer and here we are. Unedited because I've class in a few hours and I am exhausted~

It is dangerous, prohibited, condemned by nature herself. 

And yet, that has never been enough to stop you. 

As you stand in the chilly late evening air in the spot reserved for your meetings with your forbidden love, a shiver breaks out through your body but the reassurance that it would soon be compensated for by the electric touch of the main you await is enough to console you. 

You are looking in the opposite direction of that of your pursuer when he does arrive, his tall figure approaching you faster and quieter than you can process. 

Your surprised gasp doesn't make Eric falter as he zooms to one of his favorite spots to spend time with you in, your smaller body safely tucked in his muscular arms and pressed tightly against his chest. 

The moment your body touches the sturdy ground of the mountaintop on which the silver moonlight shines in the most fascinating way, Eric doesn't allow you a moment to stop and marvel at the scenery. Instead, his desperate hands and hungry lips are on you all at once. His inhuman speed only serves his depraved intentions. 

“Hello to you too—” your cheeky giggle is suppressed against his lips the moment you speak and his cold blue eyes flicker up to yours from the diversion of attention your sweet voice causes for him. 

Eric doesn't have to say it. You can hear it in his cross growls as he relieves you of your clothing by pushing your shirt and bra all the way up to your elbows until you're in a makeshift bondage and your damp pants are laying beside you. He is not happy with how long he has had to wait for you this time. 

You whimper out into his mouth in response, moaning at the feeling of his warm tongue dancing with yours as you lift your crotch to grind against his very stiff one. The waver in your breath is your silent apology as it is clear by now that Eric will not allow you any words tonight. He doesn't when he's not pleased with you, as apologies just sound like lousy excuses to him. And you are not one who dares to challenge him when he is already unhappy with you. Because you have made that mistake a handful of times, and each time, tears and snot were made your best companions. 

Eric's hungry kisses now travel down your chin and along your jaw as the hand that is not fondling your chest feels for your neck now, one of his knees having already expertly parted your legs for his body to slot between. Your throat goes dry from excitement as you look up at the stars, craning your head to the side to give him more access to the junction of your shoulder but arching your back from how his hot lips tickle your tender skin.

Eric growls again once he reaches his spot of choice and sticks his balmy tongue out to lick at the mark you hide under hair and turtlenecks. A cry escapes you when he reproaches you by choking your poor nipple out between his fingertips. When his cold blue eyes come up to glare at you once more, you pout and lean your weeping sex into his covered cock. 

You know why he is unhappy. It has been weeks since your last meeting thanks to your family of hunters that you have to keep as far away from your relationship as possible. One wrong move and everything you have built brick by brick in convincing your father that you had broken things off with the golden haired beast that loomed over you would come tumbling down. You furrow your eyebrows in an earnest manner, trying to get him to understand. It is not like you like being away from him. 

Eric finally relents, for now, when his thick cock twitches inside his pants and he leans down to lick his mark on you again, distastefully grunting at how it has healed from when he last had you. 

Your eyes flutter close from the feeling. Need sparks to life in your torso and snakes its way down your spine before spreading over your loins and dying into the mess you've made between your legs. Blood pumps through your ears in anticipation of what is going to come any second now. The faint clink of Eric's belt coming undone sounds somewhere in your lust stricken stupor and you bite your lip at the same time your ancient lover copies your action except into the delicate skin of your neck.

“Ah!” Is all you can let out as you feel his thick fangs slide into the patchiness of the ditched they created into your flesh a while back. The feeling of him tearing into you has you releasing more slick. You feel your cunt ache and your hole blinks from the way the suckling of his lips makes your head spin. 

Eric places his stiff tip against your opening with his free hand while still feeding on you, taking his sweet time and savoring your taste. You whine out again and your gaping pussy tries to retract defensively. Your cruel lover refuses to prepare you today, it seems. And while it doesn't really surprise you because he tends to do that as a way of exercising his ire on your tight little cunt on days like today, it hurts nevertheless. 

Besides, your pussy is way too small to take his cock as is. 

His groan into your skin makes your whole being reverberate as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Eric detaches his lips from your skin at last to let out a grunt when your stubborn opening keeps refusing him access, instead causing his tip to glide off over and over. 

You try your best to will your entrance to take him, but your tiny band is a brat, as Eric likes to call it. 

“I wonder what your proud father would say if he saw his prodigal daughter like this” Eric's broad shoulders shake from his bitter mirth as he enjoys the pained expression on your face when he moves back on his knees and forces you to slide down his hard shaft. “Mouth covered in her own blood and pussy clamped around the cock of his arch nemesis…” Your back arched as your petals hit the skin of his balls and his cock twitched deep inside your velvet cavern. “Mind too stupid for any dignified resolve” his long fingers gently stroked the strands covering your face away. “Do you want any such resolve, little one?”

A whimper escapes you when he snatches one of your hips in one hand and snakes his other arm around your back to lift you up and against him. Your pussy clenches when your eyes meet and you moan when he presses his blood covered lips to yours again, smearing the metallic liquid into your mouth with his tongue. It only makes you slot your trapped arms around his neck before you pull him closer. 

“N- No, Eric! O- Only—” the vehemence with which you shook your head was a humiliating one for a sober person. “Only you!” You screamed out as he lifted you off his cock, your pussy squelching soundly in the process, before slamming you down on his sack again.

[bettyfrommars]

Death Becomes Us

Part 10: The Man Who Made a Monster

vampire!Eddie x supernatural!Fem!Reader

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WC: 7.6k

18+ONLY, MDNI, mention of wounds, car accidents, a bit of body horror, angst, guns, gunshot wounds, reader gets physically hurt (but bounces right back), blood, drinking blood, allusions to smut, evil men, supernatural powers, a demobat fren, fear of the unknown, a fire, werewolf!Steve, Dr. Brenner. References to one of my favorite 80's shows, the Incredible Hulk with Lou Ferrigno, and mid-90's MTV. Tiny references to FOI that you won't even notice if you haven't read the book.

Summary: Eddie, Jareth, and Steve come to your rescue, but do you even need to be rescued? Bad men surface and reader finds strength she never knew she had. Eddie confesses more than one secret to us, and the tension is thick. Reader is called Dove as a nickname.

Author's Note: I covered quite a few bases in this chapter, but there is still a lot to explore in the next and final part. We get to see reader in action and get some much-deserved satisfaction. I 've been staring at it for so long, I really hope you have fun reading this, love you. As always, Jareth's face claim is Jamie Campbell Bower.

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this starts right where Part 9 left off

Eddie snatched his keys and shoved Steve out the door before he quickly put some food down for Dio and locked the dead bolt.  

Steve called shotgun in the air, vaulting over the hood like an extra from the movie Grease, making Jareth roll his eyes.  “Is he part werewolf or labrador?” Whispering under his breath to Eddie, but Eddie just nudged him out of the way.

Jareth paused on the opposite side of the Pontiac GTO.  “We should go on foot, it would be faster,” hinting to the lightning-speed with which vampires moved.

Eddie inclined his head to Steve.  “Not when we’ve got the pup with us.”

“Fuck you,” Steve sneered, brushing back a flop of hair from his forehead.  “I can keep up with you two geezers, trust me.”

“What if I just kill him and rid us of the dead weight,” Jareth grumbled.

“You can try,” Steve bit, growling deep in his chest.

“Enough!” Eddie snapped, swatting the top of the car with his hand.  “Everyone get in and hold the fuck on. We’re goin’ for a ride.”

—----

Heat scorched through your veins like lava, and as your eyes fluttered open, you passively wondered if the car was on fire, and you were about to be cooked alive.

But

You were no longer in the vehicle.  Squeezing your eyelids tight to find the memory, recollection came flooding back as your fingers curled into dirt, cheek pressed into the forest foliage.  There might have even been a pinecone acting as a pillow at your ear.  

The muscles in your arms and shoulders throbbed, not to mention the feeling of your skull being cracked open by a catastrophic neurological event.  A migraine to rival all migraines.

You remembered being taken…the conversation about Brenner…and Bela…

Bela!

You called her name, but it came out as nothing but a puff of air, a whine deep in your chest.  

What if she got hurt in the crash? What if she —

The crash!

Adrenaline flushed through you like a swarm of bees and you sat up, cracking your stiff neck as you went, and your head swam.  

Where the fuck were you?

A car passed a few yards away on the highway and you realized you’d been tossed into a ravine.  In the distance, the SUV you’d been kidnapped in was on its back and smoking as if something inside had caught fire.  Where was that awful witch and the man who was driving?

A memory of ripping the door off by its hinges and climbing out of the vehicle flashed behind your eyes, but that was impossible.  You must’ve been able to jump out and then hit your head or something. You weren’t turning green and ripping out of your clothes; you were no Lou Ferrigno.

You moved your legs to make sure they worked, and soon you were on your feet, using tufts of grass to crawl along as if you were about to fall off the earth.

In the distance, thunder rolled.

—----

“Turn here, take the shortcut!” Steve shot his hairy arm between the two seats, pointing to right after the stop sign.

“I know what I’m doing!” Eddie roared.  “Just sit the fuck back and stay cool.”

Eddie could feel you, and his heart was jackhammering in his chest.

He floored the gas, tires squealing as they ghosted the road, peeling down the old highway through the woods that barely anyone used anymore.  The velocity shot Steve back against his seat, and Jareth’s fingers dug into the console while music from Sisters of Mercy blared from the stereo. 

“We’re close,” Eddie lowered his chin, laser focused on the scene ahead of him.  He could feel that familiar static fill his body whenever he was in your vicinity.  

You were not the first human whose blood he’d tasted, not by a long shot.  In fact, for the first few years after he’d been made vampire, he didn’t care about  himself or anyone else, and it seemed there wasn’t a willing human in a 100 mile radius that he hadn’t tasted.

But with you, it wasn’t even about your blood.

You made him feel a certain type of way that he’d been missing for over a decade, perhaps even his whole life.

The clouds trembled, and a crackle of lightning shot a silent burst of light through the midnight sky. All three of them could smell the wreck before it was ever in view, and Eddie released his foot on the gas to slow down a bit.

—---

You stumbled onto the main highway, and the headlights came at you too fast to understand what was happening.  

Everything was so bright, it hurt your eyes. It made you swipe your hands in the air and groan, fighting the illumination as if it were a tangible enemy. 

The car coming at you screeched on its brakes, twisting to the side so that it wouldn’t hit you, skidding sideways.

In a blink, you recognized the stunned faces on the other side of the windshield.

—---

The other two men in the car didn’t see that it was you at first—but Eddie knew.  He’d witnessed those shock white eyes before, void of color or pupil.

Electricity snapped off you, as if  you were a live wire. It crackled and skipped off of your skin like the lightning that appeared above them in the sky.

One of your arms was twisted unnaturally backwards at the elbow, but you somehow flexed the joint back into place as you stood there, correcting your posture.  You stood on one side of  your foot as if your ankle was broken, but then that righted itself with a sickening twist.  Your limbs jerked like the walking dead trying to move for the first time after reanimation.  All of this, and yet your face appeared unphased, as if you were impervious to the pain.

Your face was set in surprise and fear and confusion, and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest to be able to hold you.

With a curse, he slammed the GTO to a halt, tires burning rubber as they locked and skidded on the asphalt.  

Something told him you were fairly invincible, just like him, but he wasn’t taking any chances.  

Steve slid across the backseat, knocking his head on impact, and Jareth’s fingers dug so deep into the console that they left puncture marks.  

Eddie didn’t have time to think about what the other two were doing or the danger of leaving his car in the middle of the highway, he threw the gear into park and jumped out to check on you.

From above, there came a loud squawking, and Bela soared down from where she’d been circling in the sky to land on your shoulder with a weight that almost made you lose your balance.

—-----

Bela bared her teeth and screeched at whoever was approaching from the vehicle.  The headlights were too bright, and your ear canals were on fire with hot noise.  A loud, shrill ringing filled your skull cavity like sharp a million tiny pinpricks.

But then you recognized his silhouette

You’d know  it anywhere

“Eddie?”

“It’s me,” he assured you.  “Are you hurt?”

Bela settled once she knew it was him, lowering her wings, and his body came to block the light so that you could see the distress in his face.  He reached a hand out to touch your arm, but then he yanked it back with a hiss.  It was like you’d given him an electrical shock, with volts like those from a cattle prod or taser.  

“I didn’t mean to do that,” you hesitated, hoping he’d dare to touch you again. 

And he did, rushing closer without pause, not caring about how bad the last one stung. He cupped one hand at your jaw while the other went to your hip, searching your mouth for temptation's sake.  “Let’s get you home.”

He got zapped a few more times from seemingly stray sparks, in the chest and the side, making him wince, but he did not relent.  It was a good thing the violent stabbing did not force him back, because just then your knees gave out and you slumped into his arms. Bela took to the sky again before landing on the hood of the GTO with another high pitched wail, wings spanning out as if she were about to conduct an orchestra.

Eddie dropped to his knees on the ground next to you, careful to protect your head from the pavement with his hand.  In wolf form, Steve trotted over to nudge your face with his snout and lick your cheek with a whimper.

“She’ll be okay,” Eddie took his jacket off and made it into a pillow for you, before angling to sink his fangs into his own wrist.  “She needs blood.”

“Use mine,” Jareth hovered nearby, and you could vaguely hear them arguing as your adrenaline crashed.  “I’m older, my blood is stronger.”

“No,” Eddie growled, and then the two bared their teeth at each other.  

Eddie knew that, more than anything, Jareth wanted to be in  your head, to be linked to you in the same way he was.  To know where you were at all times and for you to have…those special dreams about him.  No way in hell would Eddie let that happen.

He’d already punctured a vein and had his tattooed wrist over your mouth, leaking his life force into your trembling lips until you were able to latch on and suck.  

Jareth’s stare bore into Eddie.  “Maybe I should tell her you’re the reason Brenner knew about her in the first place.”

Eddie glared at him.  “You don’t know fuck about it.”

Jareth smirked.  “I know more than you think about the little ‘job�� you were hired to do for him.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed and he shushed him. “This isn’t the place for this, Jareth.”

A car had to navigate around the GTO to continue down the old highway, and the person shouted their disapproval, but then the driver slowed once he spotted you on the ground and the SUV that was rolled over on its side in the distance.

Jareth and Eddie turned to him and hissed with their fangs out, glaring at him with obsidian eyes, until he slammed on the gas and sped off in the direction he was headed.  Steve growled and chased after the car, keeping up with it for a while before hanging back to sniff around the wreckage that you’d managed to somehow survive.  

You mumbled, gurgling on a spurt of blood, and Eddie took his wrist away.  Your eyes were closed, but your tongue flicked out to lick more of his essence from your stained lips.  Were you conscious enough to know what they were talking about? He’d planned on telling you everything, but the time was never right.  He never expected things to get so…messy.  Never expected you’d become so…special to him.  

Some rich dude offers you to keep an eye on someone for a couple weeks for an abnormally huge chunk of cash, you do it.  He’d had no skin in the game when he initially accepted the offer.  

Caring about you as much as he did was the last fucking thing he’d expected to happen, but he didn’t know how to make it stop.

Jareth leaned over you to get closer to Eddie.  “If you don’t tell her soon, I will, and your little fairytale will be over.”

All Eddie could do was grind his teeth: Jareth was right, he should’ve explained the whole thing to you that night when he’d waited for you to get back from your date with Steve.  But by then, he was afraid he’d lose you.

Yet, how could you lose someone you never had?

“We need to get out of here,” Eddie eased you into a sitting position, your head flopped, and then held your chin in his hand.  Your eyelids were fluttering and your skin was beginning to cool as the healing properties of his blood took effect.  

God, how badly he wanted to press his lips to yours.

“What about the witch?” Jareth stood to full height to look over and see Steve sniffing around the crash. “What if they survived?”

Eddie had you off your feet and lifted in his arms by then, but Jareth was right.  As much as he wanted to get you far away from there, he’d watched enough horror movies to know that you never turned your back on a killer until you knew they were dead.  Knocking them unconscious with the back of a shovel wasn’t enough; you had to chop their whole head off and throw them in a cement mixer.

Steve morphed back into human form halfway back to the group, butt naked again, to report back on what he’d found.

Eddie waited for him to announce that there was no one in the vehicle and the bodies were gone…

But instead, Steve shook his head.  “Looks like they didn’t survive.  His neck is broken and she’s—-”

“Are you sure?” Jareth blurted with an air of irritation. “Maybe I should check for myself.”

“I think I know what a dead body smells like, asshole,” Steve grunted, pushing back on Jareth’s chest.

The headlights of another car was approaching, and Eddie reiterated that they needed to get as far away as possible from the scene of the crime. He threw the keys to Jareth, and made Steve sit in front so that he could crawl into the back with you while you healed.  Bela billowed into the sky and hovered there, waiting to see where they were taking you so she could follow.  

It wasn’t his blood that healed your broken foot or your fractured arm though—you’d done that all by yourself.  Maybe you didn’t need him after all, maybe you’d be better off without him.

“Put your pants back on,” Eddie tossed the clothing from the back seat over to Steve.  “I don’t need you teabagging the upholstery.”

Next to him, you had your head on Eddie’s shoulder and your hand on his thigh when Jareth sped off just in time to miss being clipped by the oncoming semi truck.  It blared its horn just as you lifted your head to look up at Eddie with groggy eyes.

He licked his lips, feeling his throat close up at how near your face was to his.

“Did you save me?” Your voice was strained, sounding like your esophagus was constricted.

Eddie put his hand over yours and you interlaced fingers.  “I think you saved yourself,” he mumbled.  “You don’t need me.”

“I do,” you said it so fast, and he leaned over even more, thinking maybe he hadn’t heard you correctly.  “I do need you.”

Your hand in his, he brought it up to his chest, searching your eyes as an avalanche of words trembled at the tip of his tongue, right there wanting to roll out like a carpet of devotion to you.  

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves because he was shaking so fucking bad.

Jareth caught his eye in the rearview mirror and the two glared at each other before Eddie broke contact and wrapped another arm around your shoulders to bring you closer.  “We’re almost home,” he hushed, planting his lips to your forehead, blushing at the way you refused to let go of his hand.  “I won’t leave you.”

—----

By the time you got back to the trailer park, your energy and strength had been fortified and you urged everyone to go home to let you get some rest, except for Eddie, who’s hand you were still holding as you got out of the car.

The witch and her companion being dead felt too good to be true, and a measure of palpable dread hung in the air.  It was unspoken knowledge that Brenner was still after you, and he knew exactly where you lived.  

Jareth stepped forward, tipping your chin up with the crook of his finger.  “Are you sure you don’t need anything, love?”

“She has me,” Eddie growled.

Jareth fluttered his eyelids in that bored way he’d mastered.  “If you’re so concerned, we’d be better off at Sacrament.  I can keep her safe there more sufficiently than she’d be in this…” he fanned his hand around a few times, “...this place.”

Bela landed on the railing with a swoosh and squawked.

“I hate to say it, after everything,” you angled toward the steps, exhausted.  “But I don’t think this Brenner person is going to stop until he gets what he wants.” You glanced sideways at Eddie. “I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”

“I’d like to meet this guy myself,” Steve said through gritted teeth.  

Jareth flipped the collar of his coat up and ran a hand through his golden hair.  “Well, my offer stands.  Sacrament is at your service if you should require shelter or protection.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie said dismissively, reaching for the railing to cage you away from the two men. “We’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, Jareth,” you told him, and he winked at you, returning the genuine curve of your smile.

And Eddie hated it so much, he wouldn't have been surprised if steam were coming out of his ears like a cartoon villain.

But he let it slide because Jareth could make things fucking awkward in that moment if he wanted to.  

You turned to Steve.  “Would you like to come in? I don’t have much by way of food, but—”

“He’s fine,” Eddie answered for him.

The two glared at each other for a beat, but then Steve relented.  “Thank you, but I’m not hungry.  Still, I think I’ll stick around for a while, check the perimeter,” he ignored the tick in Eddie’s jaw and waved at you as he backed up to disappear around the backside of the trailer. 

“Hey Harrington, my vest!” Eddie shouted, and it wasn’t long before the denim came sailing through the air to land on the dead lawn near the porch.  Eddie bent to pick it up with a huff, and by then Jareth had disappeared into the night.

Now you were finally alone, and as much as it was what he wanted, it made his stomach drop.

Eddie paced the living room a bit before taking a seat, perching precariously at the end of the sofa to bounce his knee and gnaw at his bottom lip.  

“Listen,” you took a beer and a half-full bottle of NuBlood out of the fridge to put it in the microwave for him.  “I figure there’s no use asking you to leave with people obviously hunting me down, but I really need to take a shower.  So just…make yourself at home I suppose?”

The microwave dinged and you walked the warm glass bottle over, and then waited for him to wrap his hand around it, fingers grazing yours, before you spoke. “I feel like there are some things we should talk about.”

Eddie was already nodding. “I’d like that,” he gulped.

Eddie waited until he heard the shower running before he sank down into the cushion and used the remote to turn the TV on.  He needed to distract himself from letting his mind wander to how you were absolutely undressing in there, about to be naked and wet and…

He squirmed in his seat and turned the volume up.  It was an MTV music video for Metallica’s Until it Sleeps, but he only vaguely cared as he puffed his cheeks for a forceful exhale. In his head, he practiced what he would say, how he would beg your forgiveness, and how he never really understood what this guy Brenner was all about until it was too late…

In the shower, you made the water as hot as you could handle it, leaning into the burn, and stood there for the longest time without moving. Eyes closed, you could feel Eddie step into the shower behind you, sneaking his hands around to pluck at your nipples.  “Room for one more?” He rumbled in your ear, just before he nibbled it.

He wasn’t really there, but you couldn’t help but touch yourself with a soapy hand as if he were, biting your lip around a moan.

The water ran cold by the time you were ready to step out, swooshing the curtain aside with a swift swipe of your arm.  

The thump of something heavy falling to the ground out in the living room had you straining to hear what it might’ve been as you pulled a clean t-shirt and jeans on.  Music videos were on, playing In the Blood by Better Than Ezra, and you called Eddie’s name.

The only response you got was from Bela, and she let out one long screech that felt like it had the power to break glass.

“Eddie?” You shouted this time, flinging the door open to let the steam roll out and fill the hallway. “Bela??”

The door to your trailer was wide open, but Bela was there, scrambling from the back of the couch to perch on your shoulder the second you came into view. 

“What happened?” You asked your demobat companion.  “He just left us here? Without a word?”

The potted terracotta plant that had once been above the TV right by the door was on the carpet, shattered.  

You crossed your arms over your chest, and shivered as you stepped one foot out on the porch to look around, a chill breeze nipping at your flesh.  “Eddie? Are you out here? Steve?”

The whole court was eerily silent, even the crickets and frogs were holding their breath.

You backed up into the house, pulling the door shut.

The TV screen went from MTV to static, and you stepped back to stare at it while Bela swished her tentacles around nervously, leaving red, raised scratches on your arm and neck.  She was heavy, but you’d gotten used to her weight and hitched our shoulder up to accommodate.

The static changed to the image of a man standing before a black backdrop.  He was tall and thin, wearing a business suit with a full head of silver hair. 

“Hello Dove,” the man on your TV said.

He was looking right at you.

You glanced around for a weapon, but as if he could read your mind he said.  “No need for that, I don’t want to hurt you.”  He was handsome in a “trust me”, evil doctor kind of way, but the last thing you felt like giving him was your trust.

“What did you do to Eddie?” It felt stupid, talking to an electronic device as if it were a person, but that was the situation you’d found yourself in.  

Brenner said nothing, but you got a bad feeling and swallowed to wet your dry mouth before taking cautions steps over to the window facing his trailer to peel back the blinds.

But you could already see the flames inside, and just then, you smelled the smoke.

His trailer

It was on fire.

“Nononono no,” You chanted, charging for the door.  

“Come with me quietly,” the man on the TV said, calmly. “Or your vampire boyfriend will meet the final death.”

You halted in your tracks, glaring down at the older man, nostrils flaring with anger.  “Come with you? Where are you hiding?” You chided; hands balled into fist as you cocked your head. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

Brenner looked down before meeting your eyes again.  “Your father underestimated the capacity for your powers.  I don’t plan to make the same mistake.”

“How did you know my father?” You barked.

Outside, one of Eddie’s windows blew out, glass shattering everywhere, and his curtains went up in flames.

You ran outside and flew down the steps before the man's voice could stop you.  Dio, Eddie’s cat, ran by to hide under your trailer.  

Maybe Eddie had gone in like a crazy person to save some photos or something, and somehow, he’d gotten trapped in there.   Bela took to the sky while you rushed to his door.

But then there he was, staggering out on a dark cloud of smoke, holding an electric guitar in his hand.

“My sweetheart,” he held it up.  “I couldn’t let her burn.”

He was smiling at you from the top of his steps, dimples popping, and you could help but mirror it, flooded with relief.  He really didn’t care that his whole place was burning, as long as he had Dio, his guitar, and you.

He’d lost much more in his life to a fire once when he was younger, so this one wouldn't sting half as bad.  

And it suddenly didn’t matter that some creepy old dude could somehow talk to you through your TV: Eddie was okay.  

But then something else happened. 

He took the first step, never taking his eyes off of you, but something knocked his shoulder back, like an invisible punch.  

And then another and another

The smile on his face quivered and his forehead creased, trying to understand what was happening.

He tucked his chin to look at his torso, and your eyes followed.

Dark blooms were appearing on his shirt like liquid spilled from an inkwell.  On his chest, over his heart, from his stomach.  

He stumbled down the last two steps and then fell to his knees, dropping the guitar so that he could brace himself with his hand.

Had Eddie been shot?

You didn’t have time to figure that out.  Some strange voice in your head told you there was a chance the trailer could explode—or maybe you’d watched too many movies—but you had to get him away from there.  He was a vampire, and even if he had been shot, he could heal, but you weren't sure how he would survive his body being blown to bits.  

The next thing you knew, you were carrying him, much like he’d carried you in his arms earlier.  You didn't need to summon the insane strength; it was just there. There was that buzzing in your skull, and you could feel violent sparks crackling through your muscles.

Everyone was coming out of their trailers at that point, and Dolores was screaming frantically into her phone wearing a nightshirt and curlers in her hair.  You didn’t know how long it would take for the fire department to get there, or if there was a possibility that the wreckage would spread to the other trailers.

You put Eddie down on the other side of your hearse and leaned him back against the tire to find there was blood trickling from his mouth, but he still tried to grin at you.

“See,” he sputtered.  “You’re like a superhero.  You don’t need me.”

“But I do,” tears clouded your eyes while another window blew out from the trailer.  You put your forehead to his and your lips brushed together.  “Please, don’t leave me.  Eddie I—”

“The bullets,” he winced.  “They’re silver.  My body can’t reject them.”

There were three or four different holes in him there that were steaming as the silver burned him from the inside.  You cupped your hand on his jaw, and he grabbed your wrist, turning his head to kiss your palm.  

“Here, take my blood—” 

You yanked your shirt down to give him your pulsing jugular, but all of a sudden you were forced back by some unseen force, flying through the air until you landed ass first in the gravel and skidded to a stop, rolling over to find yourself face first at the feet of someone wearing a pair of black, shiny shoes and slacks.

“Dove,” a familiar, deep voice said. “We meet again.”

You pushed back, scuttling away to find that it was the man from your TV; he was standing in your trailer park.  Flanked by two menacing looking men with bald, tattooed heads, wearing sunglasses.  Each of them in suits and ties as if they were the actual Men in Black.  

“I don’t know you,” you grumbled, getting to your feet that were bare and bleeding, but healing rapidly. You checked around each shoulder cautiously to see that there was a handful of other men in suits, all of them holding guns, and then a tall guy with a scalp of strawberry stubble, no more than 20, in a red jumpsuit. The guy had his chin down, eyes pinned on you as if he might shoot lasers from them.

His expression was deceivingly kind.  “My name is Martin Brenner.  I met you before you died the first time,” he said casually.

“You see, your father and I used to be friends,” he walked a circle around you, before coming front and center again.  “He stole valuable information from my laboratory in order to bring you back.  You're my property as well, but he decided to keep you from me.”  

“My father never mentioned you,” was all you could say.  In your peripheral vision, you could tell the others were inching close.

“We could’ve been so great together, Dove.  Imagine your contribution to science.  And you would not be so uncertain about your powers,” he stepped back to gesture at the boy in the red jumpsuit.  “I want to introduce you to Kane.  He was reanimated the same way you were, but under my expertise and supervision.”

Kane had a railroad scar on his forehead, and a hand that was a different skin color than the rest of his body.  It wasn’t just a different skin tone; it was a body part from an entirely different person.

You thought about all of the love you were raised with, and though your dad fumbled the ball on attentiveness quite a bit, you never doubted how much he cared for you.  You were beginning to understand that maybe he didn’t explain what abilities you might have because it would lead you back to Brenner somehow.

The surge of power was growing inside of you, and instead of pushing it down, you let it grow and churn and spill out, creating a type of electrical force field around your body, a vibrating aura of protection.

“Show her what you can do, Kane,” Brenner said.

Not sure what to expect, you watched Kane rubbed his hands together, creating a bright bolt of lightning from the friction, his eyes went milk white, and then he shot an arm out towards the nearest hulking security guard, palm open, and it sent the man in black off his feet, sailing back as if he were hugging an invisible beach ball.  He smacked into the side of the opposite neighbor’s trailer with a bone to metal thwack.  

Your eyes were fixed for too long on the man slumped in the gravel, and when you turned to face Kane again, he was a few steps closer, peering through his lashes at you with an evil twitch of his lips.

Apparently, you were the next example in his bag of tricks.  

Your feet were off the ground before you could process another thought, catching air like a rag doll only to drop down and skid face first into the cold, dry earth.  

Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, eh? Lifting into a push up position, you spat dirt and blood from your mouth with a curse.

Gathering yourself up and into a crouch, you vaguely heard Eddie call your name, but he was still rendered temporarily helpless by the silver, and your head was spinning.  Not so much from confusion and fear this time, but more…anger.

You nailed Kane with a heated look, and then your hand lashed out in his direction, though he was yards away, and actual sparks flew from your palm, spitting like fireworks.

Kane was pummeled in the gut with a force he obviously wasn’t expecting, and you kept going before he could find his footing again, knocking him down before he could raise a hand at you again..

“How does that feel?” You bit, towering over him. 

In a heartbeat, you lifted Kane’s limp body above your head with a roar that you could not believe came from your own mouth.  Arching back, you aimed to drop him over the nearby trailer hitch, which would surely break his back, if not kill him, but then you remembered who you were and faltered.

Blinking, trying to quiet the buzzing in your skull, you knew you did not want to kill this boy.

You understood, even under such duress, that he was only doing what he was told.  

But Brenner was actually applauding you, pupils blown from the intensity, urging you to keep going, to murder this stranger at his bidding.  

You could’ve very easily ended up just like Kane, if not for the love and protection of your father.  

Heaving, trying to calm yourself, you threw Kane’s body in the opposite direction, so that he landed on flat ground that would absolutely hurt, but he’d be able to walk away.  

Brenner beamed at you like a parent watching their child take their first steps.  “You’re stronger than I’d imagined.  Your powers have somehow increased since your inception, and I’d love to know why.”

You squared up with him, making him step back to avoid the sparks actively snapping off of you.  “What do you want from me?”

You didn’t have to look to know that all of the guns were trained on you.  

“I want you to work for me, Dove. We could change the world together, you and I.”

It felt like he was trying to sell you a car, not asking to hook you up to electrodes and make you his own personal soldier.  

“Never,” you were calm now, and you wanted nothing to do with this man or whatever he thought he could do for you.

The flames went higher on the trailer, and in the distance, wails of a fire engine could be heard.  

You caught sight of Eddie, but he was flat on the ground now and no longer sitting up.

You rushed by Brenner, slamming into his shoulder as you went, but two of the guards caught you by the arms.  It felt like they were stronger than normal men, and when they bared their fangs, you realized they were vampires.

Growling, you flung them off of you, and they went stumbling back as if they weighed nothing, as if you were suddenly impervious to their supernatural strength.

“Kill the boyfriend,” you heard Brenner bark at the men.  “Use the wooden bullets this time.”

A gun cocked, and you ran a few steps, but then vaulted over Eddie’s body, arms wide, using yours as a shield.

You felt the bullet impact like a dagger in your back, but it was as if it bounced off somehow instead of penetrating.  Eddie barked in pain as you covered him, but then he clung to you as you rolled him under the hearse, away from the gunfire.  

Caging yourself on top of him, knees on either side of his hips, and stomachs touching, you could feel how weak he was; the silver enabled his body from healing, and you had to find a way to get them out.  

You watched the feet of the one with the wooden bullets approach the vehicle, thinking of your next move when Eddie whispered into the side of your neck: “You’re so fucking beautiful—”

If this was the end for him, this was how he wanted to spend it: with you, being able to see your face one last time.  

Before you could respond, there came a shrill, tortured scream, and the booted feet you had your eye on stumbled back.

More agonizing screams, until the body in question dropped to the ground, limbs writhing, and you could see that Bela had attached herself to his head like an Alien facehugger.  

Only because he was a vampire, he was able to pull her off, but she took most of his flesh and his nose off with her.  

Bela took to the sky again, out of view, and they aimed their guns up at her.

“Not so fast, boys,” a new voice rumbled from the shadows. “I want to play, too.”

Eddie’s shallow breaths moving under you, it was all you could do not to cheer out loud when you realized the voice belonged to Jareth.

And apparently, Jareth brought friends; enough to fill the entire courtyard.

They were crouching on the roofs, on cars, everywhere.

Brenner and his crew were surrounded; Bela had gone to get help.  

In the woods, a pack of wolves howled their attendance as well.  

Jareth pierced the closest vampire in the heart with a wooden stake and he exploded, guts flying everywhere.  

As far as the human bodyguards went, the rest was a bloodbath.  

From what you were told later, Kane ran, and Brenner tried to get behind the wheel of the SUV, but instead he was dragged into the war zone and drained dry before being ripped limb from limb. 

Jareth wanted to keep the doctor in his dungeon to torture him, but a few of the vampires knew of Brenner and the experiments he’d done on their kind over the years.  It was all nothing short of sadistic torture, keeping them barely alive so that he could run experiments on them over time and sell their blood for a profit.

They’d been wanting to get their hands on him for a long time.

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By the time the rescue team and fire truck showed up, all of the vampires had evaporated into the shadows, and you’d snuck Eddie up into your bedroom, carrying most of his weight as he was only able to hobble.  You collected his guitar as well, and brought Dio inside, since those were the only two things from the burning wreckage, he voiced a care about.  With the lights out and the curtains closed, you used a modest bedside reading lamp to assess the damage.  While you were concentrating on him, his eyes never left your face, his heart bursting. 

“You might have to suck them out,” he cleared his throat.  “The bullets I mean.  I’m sorry if that’s weird.”

“You mean, weirder than all of the other shit that happened tonight?” You mumbled, coming back from washing your hands.  There was still dirt caked under your nails, possibly some blood, but whatever.

“Good point.”

Until you got the bullets out, any blood you gave him would be useless, so without another moment of hesitation, you crawled up on the bed, springs bouncing, and knelt next to his torso, bracing a hand at either side of him. He was burning up around the sight of each wound, and the skin sizzled as the alloy continued to roast him alive.  

The first one was at the surface and came out fast, hot metal on your tongue.  The next one, under his right nipple, was deeper and you had to suck harder, making Eddie’s toes curl.  You spit each out onto the floor, and strings of his blood mingled in your saliva.

One hand behind his head, the other rested at his hip with a thumb in his belt loop.  “So, you’re like…the incredible Hulk, but with powers.  That’s pretty badass.”

“I don’t know what I am,” you scoffed, sucking out another, and then pausing to watch the openings seal up and heal.  “I’m a waitress, that’s all.  That’s all I want to be.”

He nodded, musing on how many times he’d wished he could go back and not be a vampire. He wanted to tell you the story of when he was reborn, but that could wait for another time.  Now it was time to put some very messy cards on the table. 

The last bullet was deep, and you had to swirl your tongue around in the hole to loosen it.

“I have something I need to tell you,” he blurted while your lips were near his belly button.

“Mmmhmm?”

Fuck, here it goes…

“First, I just want to say that I had no idea who this Brenner guy was before, like, a few months ago,” his next swallow felt like he was chugging a grapefruit. “If I’d have known what a creep, he was I never would’ve…”

You stopped what you were doing to raise your head, waiting for him to finish, the final bit of silver still lodged in his abdomen. “You knew of Brenner? Before all this?”

He couldn’t look at you, he had to stare at the ceiling.  

“Uh, yeah, that first week you were here, he tracked me down at the chop shop and said he’d pay me a shit ton of money to keep an eye on you. I didn’t ask a lot of questions.  As far as I knew, you were his long-lost daughter, or some shit and he wanted to make sure you were safe.”

You sat back on your knees, trying to let that sink in.

He lifted up to brace himself on an elbow, wincing at the sting of the remaining bullet.  “I didn’t know you then, that was before we were…” he fumbled with what he wanted to call you and what you actually were, “...a friend.”  

“So,” you frowned down at your hands.  “You’re the reason I was kidnapped tonight? The reason all of this happened?”  Your wide eyes snapped to him.  “Did you set me up?”

He sliced his hand in the air a few times, shaking his head vigorously.  “No..nope…I had nothing to do with any of this,” he pleaded.  “I only reported back to him for a couple of weeks, and then I stopped, really.  After that night I first took you to Sacrament, I told him I was too busy to—”

All of the horrific memories were rushing back to you.  “What about the Klemp’s? Did you pay them to hurt me or something? So that I’d have to drink your blood and let you into my head?”

Eddie spoke so fast; he stuttered over his words.  “No, absolutely not, never! I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I would never let anyone hurt you like that.”

“But they did hurt me,” you muttered.

Now it was you who couldn’t look at him, working your jaw muscles as you tried to decide which emotion you should be feeling.

“Why should I even believe you?” Your voice was small.

“Please believe me I—”

“If you knew this guy was stalking me, why didn’t you tell me sooner? If you’re as concerned for my welfare as you claim to be?”

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to cry or scream; maybe both.

Eddie didn’t have a chance to answer.  You were on your feet at the end of the bed with your arms crossed.  

Suddenly, you were shaking, and you couldn’t control it. “After Sacrament, I didn’t see you for a long time, it felt like you were avoiding me.  Was that because you no longer had to fake interest in me for your scam?”

Eddie pushed himself up into a seated position, blinking back the memory of how painfully hard it had been to stay away from you for all that time.  “No, you have to trust me, that had nothing to do with—”

“Trust you?” You barked a sarcastic laugh.  “Tell me why then? Why avoid me for so long, huh? Because you weren’t getting paid to—”

Eddie’s voice wavered and he spoke in a rush.  “Because I started to have feelings for you, that’s why. Happy? Because ever since that first day I saw you, you’re all I can fucking think about.  Because I can’t even look at another woman without seeing your face, and believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve gotten real good at disappointing people and leaving people behind, and all I know is, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Your lips parted to say something, but he figured what the hell, he might as well scare you all the way off while he was at it.

He relaxed his shoulders and wet his lips. “I never told you that I was made vampire against my will.  I died and was brought back, but my heart went cold, and I never thought I’d feel anything for anyone ever again.  I didn’t want to feel anything.  I should’ve stayed dead, I wanted to be with all of the people I’d lost…”

His suede brown eyes sought your face.  “When I’m with you, I don’t feel dead anymore. When I think about you, I feel fragile and human again.  Like maybe I’ve got something worth giving away.”

Silence filled the room like helium in a balloon about to burst.  

He’d gone for broke, and there was nowhere left to hide. He was officially at your feet, where he’d always been.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered when you didn’t respond right away. “I get it.”

You tilted your head all the way back to stare at the ceiling.

“I dream about you every night,” you admitted on an exhale. “Logically I know it has to do with ingesting your blood, but it’s…it’s more than that.”

He bit at the inside of his cheek, picking at a thread on the comforter.  “Every night, huh?”

You gave a few slow nods, and you could almost hear the smile pull across his teeth. 

“Yeah, so, blood induced dreaming should only happen a handful of times after it’s ingested,” he said, shifting in his seat. 

You kept nodding, since that was something you’d already suspected.  “The dreams are always so vivid, I wake up…”

He dared to finish for you after a long pause. “Wanting more?”

“No,” you corrected, turning to face him.  “I wake up wishing they were real.”

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Bite Me - Chris Sturniolo

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Very kinky vampire Chris smut that I had to write the minute I saw this photo. Partly inspired by hbo’s True Blood so if you liked this def give it a try

Contains: vampire!chris, sub!reader, mentions of blood, no use of y/n (you’re welcome), this is kinky so if you’re sensitive don’t read

Summery: you find your best friend Chris sitting alone in the woods, but you soon learn you didn’t know him quite as well as you thought…

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7:23pm

“Chris?? Are you okay? What’re you doing here?”

I went on a usual evening stroll not too far from my house. The moon replaced the setting sun as I walked through the woods, and to my surprise I stumbled across my best friend sitting on a bench. I know Chris better than anyone, he’s not the kind of guy to just hang in a forest all alone. Something was off.

Chris immediately looked up at me with a look on his face that I couldn’t quite read. It was like he was looking through me. He was pale, his eyes were dark blue and the subtle dark circles under them had a red-ish tone.

“Uh… no no i’m good ma. I’m just..” he squeezes his arm and runs a thumb along his wrist deep in thought. “Just a bit weak.” He almost whispered and turned his head away from me.

His head is low and he groans in slight pain closing his eyes, as i hear him curse under his breath “fuck…”

“You look pale, you probably just haven’t eaten in a long time, we can go to my place.” I smile and signal for him to take my hand. He raises his head to look at me, then my hand as he takes it and stands up in front of me. “your hands are cold.”

He stares deep into my eyes as a smile forms on his face and he runs a tongue across his bottom lip. “They are? Didn’t notice.” He comes closer to me with a mischievous smirk, eyes going to my lips.

I always found Chris insanely hot but didn’t act on it because I wanted to protect our friendship. But now we were looking at each other in a way friends aren’t supposed to. Something about him was different, it was enchanting.

“Chris we should go, we’re not safe here.” It was dark and it was just the two of us alone in the woods. He chuckles lightly at my innocence, “trust me baby, you’re more safe than you think.”

He runs his finger along my side sending chills all over my body. I feel completely powerless, as if I can’t move any part of my body unless Chris is touching me. Our faces are now inches apart, he breathes me in and lets out a light moan, closing his eyes. “Gosh you smell so fucking good.” I can feel his erection brushing my leg as my heat gets wetter with every word coming out his mouth. “And I bet you taste even better.”

With that he smashes his lips on mine and starts kissing me passionately, we both groan into each other’s mouths as I feel his tongue against mine. Chris pulled me close, running his fingers through my hair and placing his hand on my lower back. I whined into the kiss and ran my hands all over his chest needing him more than anything in the world, my pussy now wet and throbbing.

“Chris please, I’m so sensitive…” I say shyly as I can’t take it any longer. Chris lifts my head to look at him and caresses my cheek with his thumb. He smiles to himself knowing how worked up he got me so fast. “I know angel, I know.” his hand travels to my waist, then lowers itself till it reaches my inner thigh under my skirt. “I got you.”

My whines turn into a gasp when he suddenly moves my panties to the side, finds my wet folds and runs his long fingers through them. He moans as he feels my body shaking reacting to his touch. “Soaking wet… fuck” he laughs under his breath as he lets out a soft moan.

“Chris… mmmm baby..” I whimper as his fingers move excruciatingly slow. My entire body is hot and sweaty as I let small cries escape my mouth, missing where I’m needing him most. “Please, I-I need you..”

“Need what, beautiful?” He teases and continues to spread my wet juices all over my pussy, avoiding my throbbing clit. “need…. your fingers inside me… please..”

Chris smiles and hums in satisfaction. “atta girl.” with no warning he shoves two fingers inside of me as I let out a loud moan. He starts pumping them in and out as I scream in pleasure. “fuckkk yes daddy.. just like that”

He curled his fingers deep inside me hitting my g spot every time turning me into a moaning mess. “You’re just a perfect whore for me aren’t you? Letting me fuck my fingers into you in the middle of the woods…” he keeps going faster and harder as I can barley form words “mmmm y-yeah…”

He forces me to look up at him so he can see the fucked out look on my face, “not a single thought in that brain. so gorgeous like this, makes my dick hard.” He moans and buries himself in the crook of my neck.

“You would let daddy bite your neck right angel?” I hum in response giving him full access to my neck. I’ve gotten hickies multiple times so I was used to it by now. He keeps fingering me at a brutal pace getting me closer.

“I promise I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he whispered in my ear as I keep moaning from the pleasure. Suddenly I feel a sharp bite, my moan turns into a scream from the unexpected pain. My whole body is getting numb and I hear Chris groaning and moaning into my neck continuing to suck and drink my blood. “Fuckkk you taste incredible…”

The only things I can feel is Chris’ mouth on me and his fingers inside of my pussy. All of a sudden the pain turns into pleasure like I’ve never felt before, as if I wanted him to keep sucking me for the rest of time.

He removed his head from my neck and licked my blood from his lips with a cheeky smile. I’m now more whiny and needy than ever, grasping his chest and biceps needing to feel him. He pulls his fingers out and starts to touch my clit ever so gently as he stares at me intensely with dark pupils. “How did that feel baby girl?”

“Y-you’re….. a v-vampire…..” I say whispering with a mix of moans from the circles he’s drawing on my sensitive bud. “Yeah… but it’s okay, don’t be scared. It won’t hurt you as long as I stop in time.” he said softly while holding my head up and stroking my jaw, “I was turned a while ago but the bite won’t turn you. It usually feels a bit weird at first but once you’re past that it’s like a drug. The blood leaves your body and makes you basically powerless, so the only thing you can feel is my fingers, my mouth, my dick…” he smiles to himself noticing how much it turned me on, my cunt getting more wet by the second.

“Felt… felt really good daddy… please bite me again..” I beg and in response he runs his tongue along his teeth with a giant smirk. “God you really are a slut.” his lets his fangs show and goes back to drinking my blood from my neck.

I let out a pornographic moan as my pussy is a goddamn pool at this point, Chris toying with my clit. Something about giving him my blood somehow sharpened all my other senses. Every small touch, every breath on my skin, every time his finger reached my sensitive spot, it was like electricity going through my body. It was truly euphoric.

I feel him twitching on my leg through the fabric of his pants and boxers, moaning loudly. “Your blood is fucking amazing.” He groans into my neck and quickly unbuttons his jeans to pull out his dick. And holy fuck it was huge. “you ever been fucked by a vampire, princess?” He asks and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his beautiful plump lips now a bit more red.

“N-no… does it hurt?” A tear runs down my face from my pussy being edged for so long. “Yeah it does…” he smiles and wipes away my tear, “but you’ll be daddy’s good girl and take it.” He lines himself up with my entrance under my skirt and slams his dick all the way into me.

We both looked into each other’s eyes and let out loud moans. “Fuck baby you’re so tight..” he lifts up my legs to wrap them around him and keeps fucking me with one hand in my hair and the other on my ass slamming my body against him. His pace is relentless. Being a vampire has its strengths, some of them being inhumanly strong and fast.

“Daddy it’s too much, I-I’m gonna-“ suddenly I scream and feel my orgasm washing over me, my cum spilling out of me all over Chris. “Can’t even last 20 seconds with my cock inside you huh? Useless fucking whore.” He slaps my face and continues pushing himself in and out of my tight walls. A smile spreads across my fucked out face as I feel a mix of overstimulation and pain.

For a second I think he might bruise my cunt from how hard he’s fucking me but I don’t care. “Chris I…” Chris notices me struggling to speak and hides a smile raising an eyebrow, “words. Come on angel need to hear your voice.” He lightly chokes me forcing me to look at him. “I want to be used by you, I-I want you to mark me with your bites, I want to give you my body and my blood, I want you to absolutley ruin me.” I managed to blurt out between thrusts.

Chris’ eyes were now dark with lust, each word sent shivers through his body. He wanted nothing more than to own me. To make me his forever. “You don’t know what you’re asking for gorgeous.” He looks into my soul as he now slowed his pace, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. His best friend, wrapped perfectly around his cock, her nipples hard and showing through her blouse, her hair sticking to her forehead from the sweat, panting and asking him to own her.

“Chris, I would do anything… please.” He stops his thrusts for a moment and stares down at my eyes, then my lips, and my eyes again, thoughts filling his mind.

Suddenly he pulls out his still hard dick and lowers my body to the ground. “Strip.” He orders and I waste no time, first taking off my blouse followed by my skirt and panties. All while never for a second taking my eyes off him. Chris then starts stripping himself of his clothes as well.

“You’re being such a good whore for me, I might go easy on you.” I look up at him innocently, feeling my stomach exploding with butterflies. “Really?” He pulls his long sleeve shirt over his head fluffing out his curls, and comes closer to me, “No. bend over.” His smile now faded and I do as he says, bending over a tree behind me.

His hand strokes my lower back, and I scream as I feel a sharp slap on my ass. Suddenly he pulls me hard by my hair making my eyes tear up and my cunt leak with wetness. “Shut the fuck up. If I hear one more complaint coming out of that pretty little mouth, I’ll be fucking all your holes till the sun rises. s’that clear?” He raised his voice as I feel his massive cock twitching near my heat.

“Mhm” I respond and immediately feel a second harsh slap to my ass, “say yes daddy.” My pussy is now throbbing begging to be filled, “yes daddy.” I say with a slight moan in my voice. “Fucking bitch.” I can hear him smirking as he takes his cock and shoves it deep into me.

“Mmmm fuck I love your cock daddy… i-it’s so big, making me feel so g-good” I moan loudly as my eyes roll to the back of my head. Chris takes both my arms and holds them behind my back with one hand, the other gripping my neck and holding me close to his body as he slams ruthlessly up into me.

“My little personal whore, you were made for me.” He whispers in my ear and covers my mouth to muffle my screams. His dick is now so deep inside of me we’re becoming one.

“This might hurt.” he lifts my arms to his mouth and sticks his fangs into my wrist. I scream into his hand from the sudden pain as he moans drinking every drop of blood coming out of me. “Such a good slut for me. Your pussy feels amazing tightening around my cock.”

I bite my lip as my body goes numb, the pleasure taking over making me high. “Nothing to say? I really fucked you dumb huh? Stupid fucking whore.” He holds me in place now going faster and harder than I’ve ever felt before, our moans mixing together to a beautiful sound.

“Gonna fuck my cum into your pretty cunt, wanna see it filling you while you squirt all over my cock.” I only hum in response unable to speak as he’s holding me close to his chest by my throat. I feel his giant cock slamming inside of me sending me over the edge as I orgasm, my juices spilling out of me onto Chris’ dick, his own orgasm following. “Fuckkk just like that…” he cums deep in my cunt making sure to not waste a drop.

We both catch our breath and he finally pulls out, turning me around to face him. “That was unbelievable.” I say quietly resting my head on his chest, Chris gently stroking my hair. “Really was.” He says and lifts my chin up to kiss me.

The kiss was different this time, my heart felt like it was exploding from the rush, and I could hear his heart beat faster. He moaned into the kiss as he ran his tongue softly along mine, holding my face close. After about a minute we pulled away and I hid my face in the crook of his neck trying to hide my huge smile.

“I love you too.” He says almost whispering, I look at him as we’re both giggling like literal kids. “I didn’t even say anything!” I say smacking his chest as he laughs “you didn’t have to, I can feel it. You’re part of me now angel.” I blush and hide my face in my hands. I’m so in love with this man it’s sickening.

“Come on, let’s get you home baby. It’s not safe here at night.”

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This was one of my first times writing and english isn’t my first language so let me know what u think and if u wanna be on the tag list. love ya :)

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𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗦 (𝗦𝗢 𝗗𝗢 𝗜)

KINKTOBER ACT II, eric northman x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Some guy,” Gina scoffs. 

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

“Sure,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

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

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

“Really?” Rachel asks. 

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

“Whatever,” she sighs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Follow me,” he says.

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

“Follow me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m the owner.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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. 

[grimesgirll]

“nah, baby, i’m not gonna be able to stop when i start.”

“let’s share then!”

“blood?”

you nod eagerly and daryl shakes his head again, muttering a no, baby, it’s not a good idea but your hand is on his bicep, bare neck front and center, and you feel him twitch in his pants beneath you. letting out a naughty giggle, you grind further onto your beloved vampire. “c’mon,” you coo. “you know you wanna.”

“you know i do, girl,” daryl breathes against your shoulder when you lean down to begin kissing his own, trailing up to his neck. he shudders with you on atop him. “baby,” he protests as you place hot, open mouthed kisses all over his pale skin.

"then why don't you let me taste you and i'll let you taste me?"

you propose that as if daryl hadn't seen the fucking face of god last time he'd tasted you.

"drinking from your kind is dangerous." he tells you immediately, even scooching back as if to not be so close to your irresistible smelling neck.

"but i trust you!" you insist and wrap your arms around him to pull the cold blooded man close to your chest. "why don't you trust me on this?"

"because i love you too much for you to let me drain you in the fucking bed."

a huff escapes you. "dare',"

"don't start that."

"but you'll be able to control yourself. i know it," you promise and press a kiss to his cheek, then his lips, reveling in how he softened into you. you only withdraw your lips to assure him, "let's just do it. i wanna taste you, dare'." your lips twinge into a crooked grin once daryl slides off slightly to reach off the side of the bed.

a flash of silver from the nightstand and daryl’s raising a freshly incised wrist to your lips.

for me? you mouth before parting your lips to let the thick liquid fall between them.

you haven’t had much vampire blood before. only once before in a dire emergency had daryl offered you his wrist. it feels special - like he’s yielding something sacred when it coats your tongue and you swallow what john hopkins' leading biologists had deemed the ultimate life blood.

daryl drops his wrist after you down a mouthful and is suddenly transfixed by how rapidly black, vivid dilation consumes your once bright eyes. only a thin ring of color remains on the edge of your iris. wooziness sets in and daryl's rushing to curl you into his side and recline you on the satin pillows of your shared bed. he can't help but swell in his pants at the spectacle he's made of you lolling your tongue out just a little to catch the dribble down your lips.

“now it’s your turn.”

“girl i said-,”

“-i know what you said!” you exclaim. daryl’s darkened eyes widen at your outburst. you sweep a tress of hair behind your head and roll your eyes. “i’m gonna be fine. please, dare’!” you pout. “i know you can just take a little. try it!”

“but what if-,”

“-you won’t.”

now you're nearly on top of your undead lover again - hands planted on his uncut forearm to urge him. "dare', it's only fair."

"it's not fair to drain you, baby," your auburn haired boyfriend counters. "you know how vamps get about fairy blood."

"just try it," and despite his speed, he almost misses the knife you're about to clean off. "hey!" you protest once he tosses it across trhe room.

"fine, just let me," daryl gives in.

you beam with delight. your lips find his again and envelope them, slipping your tongue inside as you bring his strong, calloused hand to your collarbone and slant into the welcoming bed. the hesitation you sense, you try to assuage with a thoughtful hand on his chest, twisting to touch his torso and draw him against you.

the sound of daryl's robust fangs coming forth has you already dripping. you squirm against his weight, already tilting your hips beneath him and his dick isn't even out.

"you ready, baby?"

a gentle hand comes to your chin, and daryl's wondering if it's even fair to ask you this in this rapturous state. to no one's surprise, you're nodding and begging for him to "just fucking bite" you already.

without further ado, daryl dips his fanged bite to the delicate skin of your neck. those sharp, penetrating teeth don't even factor into your experience. you're waiting for pain - daryl told you it sometimes hurt.

devoid of it or delayed, the pain never comes. just pleasure.

"ah, fuck!" you croon lustily. echoing your expletive with another moan. you feel daryl stop, not sucking or puncturing further. you whine and hook your leg under and around his. "don't stop," you demand raggedly.

so he doesn't. daryl drops his incisors fully into your neck, murmuring something through a blood filled mouth into your neck.

"fuck, dare'," you rasp.

the tugging through your neck, through your veins is only a dull, thrilling ache with daryl’s blood in your system. he may as well just be kissing your neck - delivering the ultimate hickey. whatever pain the bite victims on the news went on about when the anti-VRA people clearly did not present while infused with vampire blood.

it's not long before your boy is coming up for air.

blood dripping from his mouth, he's never looked more handsome.

you immediately pull him in for a sloppy kiss, not caring for the irony taste of you on his tongue or wondering why he's not insisting that he wipe off before he kisses you. no, daryl's arching into the kiss and returning your bump and grind with his own hips. you giggle into his mouth. daryl's high on fairy blood. your favorite.

ferocity takes over your formerly - somewhat - tame creature of the night. inhabitations dead and buried, daryl's not hesitating this time to get his lips on your neck - or to hike down your skirt. your legs kick desperately as you wiggle your brown skirt past your ass and suddenly your legs are in the air. held by one hand, your knees crunch above your chest and your panties are thrown to the floor. nose sharply inhaling as if he could siphon every delicious scent, every delectable drop of you from his nose through your clit.

"mhmm," you coo needily. "daryl!"

a tongue laves its way around your clit from side to side, then up and down as if blood drunk daryl couldn't decide. those unwavering hands keep your thighs propped up regardless. you buck and thrash but with daryl's hands on you, you remain still and twitch into his touch. your musk still dancing on his tongue and on the tip of every one of his senses just as he digs his fingers into your thighs. that seemingly supernatural tongue flicks around your clit and teases your core.

a buildup is on the brink of collapse before you even know it. there's no warning sign except for an involuntarily husk and the slick suddenly complimenting and wetting his pretty, pleasure driving lips already coated in your whimsical blood. the same fairy blood that he's going to his head. he can't tell if he's pussy drunk or overdosing on your sweetness.

and you can't tell the difference between time and space. both entities flicker on the edge of your peripherals as a blinding, body curling rush crashes through you. lightning can't compare. no tongue in the world could have you coming undone this way. if you two weren't so wrapped up in each other and the potency of your blood, you may be embarrassed but there's no room to be embarrassed with a vampire between your legs. a creature who loves nothing more than to build you up even past the point of breaking. he can't help but grow louder and even more aggressive in his tongue led campaign against your sensitive, fleshy core. you tighten and untighten, coil and burst until you're convulsing and coming onto daryl.

there's no chance to catch your breath as the wild weapon weaves even more neediness into you with the sweetness he's stealing from between your thighs. the campaign proceeds north, detailing a messy, hot, purple trail from your lower lips along your torso, your tits and to the lips quivering, still trying to trap breath in any way possible.

you're indulging in your own sweet, slick musk from daryl's lips and encircling your arms around him for anchorage once more. your hips on top of each other propels daryl in motion to yank his pants down. between you, his boxers are sliding down and he's knocking them off the bed.

an animalistic growl erupts from him just at the sensation of your slick pussy beneath his girthy cock. dick in hand, daryl is lining up with your slip n' slide of an entrance. suddenly you're pleading. puffing out pleases all while daryl sucks up the divine array in front of him.

head buried into your chest, it's easier to combat the chaos your blood has swirling around in your head. its heat inducing and dastardly just how hot you are like this. punctures on your neck healing, tits bouncing with every bated breath, voice dripping like honey. the vampire presses fangless kisses against your skin when he finally pushes his hips forward.

"fuck!" is your exclamation of choice.

"so fuckin' good," daryl husks into your chest.

an inch or two at a time is how daryl takes you. a tit cupped in one hand and yours in the other, daryl is sure to grate against your clit as he eases in. each labored moan eggs him to go further. the vulgar syllables you're uttering only urge daryl. eventually he's eating up every fuck, shit, and jesus christ with a crushing kiss.

hot and heavy, you two rapture yourselves into the most sinfully delightful rhythm. the drag of his cock against you feels like the finest massage. the edges of your vision are already spotty, so you just coax daryl closer and clench down on his cock.

"fuck," you two rasp in unison.

"c'mon, dare'," you're already croaking. "i'm already close."

daryl doesn't need to look up from licking the fervid skin of your breasts to know your lips are swollen, eyes blinking back tears, and dumbstruck. but when he finally tilts his head up, it makes all the difference. then he's diving to meet your lips.

those thigh muscles work into you without pause. thumping and smacking the wall, the bed feels like a faraway universe compared to the world outside.

your muscles tighten around him to remind that you are so close. so close that a finger against your clit has you squealing. daryl only subjects you to the dual motions long enough to feel the tension in your core crumble and crush his cock. he doesn't need every sense heightened by fairy blood to fill you up faster than he'd like. now though, with no resolve or reason he can summon to stop, he's on the edge of euphoria.

daryl immersed in you has you riding the same high. teary eyes long to capture the sight of him so relaxed. removed from any drama or stress, you wish you two could roll around like this every day. to thrust your face towards his and feel his stubble, to kiss hungrily, and feel his lips on yours as he finishes.

spurting into you like no tomorrow, daryl drives his hot seed into you. the hips that have you pinned to the sheets show no sign of stopping. in and out, in and out. the motion repeats itself as daryl rams every last bit of himself into you and you snap and shriek.

tremors trickle through you until they're turning to thunder crackles around daryl's cock. the sounds spilling from you two soundtrack your thoroughgoing, salacious release. "holy fuck, you feel good inside of me," you're cawing into his ear as you canter closer to coming down.

blissed out on the bed, the two of you don’t know where one of you begins and the other ends. tangled together is the only state you can comprehend. a whimper runs through you once daryl gently tugs his cock from your messy pussy. the cool air coasting up and down your folds startled you, not as much as the finger gathering up your slick - which daryl licks clean.

“fuck, and how many hours to dawn?” you ask, sitting up on lazy elbows.

“long enough for you to get some sleep.”

you huff. even through teary, lusty eyes you’re

“you gotta sleep off the v, girl.”

“it’s not v.” you argue instantly. you curl up to daryl’s side and drop your chin onto his shoulder. “it’s you. i don’t wanna sleep you off.”

“well you’re gonna be bouncin’ off the walls if you don’t,” and when your fingers start sliding down your lover’s torso, he takes the time to wrestle you into the soft mattress. instantly, his mouth is attached to your already healing wound - courtesy of the v, his blood.

pinned beneath daryl, you could go to sleep. fade into the mattress or the feeling of pure joy consuming you. but then you hook a leg around his and when your eyes meet, his are blacked out. or you could go for round two?

[deansapplepie]

In your Dreams

Summary: After an almost fatal incident your friends can’t do anything but request the “person” you mostly despised to save your life. You just didn’t expected ending up in this situation.

Pairing: f!reader x Vampire! Daryl

Warnings: oral (female), bitting, thigh bitting, femoral artery, mentions of accidents, smut, blood drinking, blood, enemies to vampire bonded thang (?), swearing. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: This Vamp! Daryl is in the universe of True Blood, so it means vamp blood cure and all the other rules from this universe applies here. Not saying much more or I’ll give away the plot lol

Also, Daryl got a little half-bro here. Jason Stackhouse-Dixon, cause yes in my mind Jason looks a lot like young Daryl, bye!

The pleasurable sensation irradiated from your heat throughout your whole body, your hand firmly grasping his brown locks while he worked his tongue and fingers in your cunt. The sounds and profanities that left your mouth were sinful and unspeakable. Soon you felt a sharp pain in your thigh, right at your femoral artery and you could feel your blood flowing directly into his mouth.

Anyone would guess it hurt and that the moment was ruined, but it wasn’t. You didn’t know if it could get any more pleasurable, but it did. Out of your mind you pressured your thigh against his mouth, if it depended of only that moment he could suck you dry and you wouldn’t mind. The pace his fingers still worked coming in and out of you, his thumb pressing your clit, oh, so precisely and his mouth sucking and licking you. Your body shaked, you whimpered and screamed while your walls contracted his fingers, and you saw nothing but pleasure.

Until he raised from between your thighs and you could see his handsome bloody face. Daryl Dixon.

You woke up startled. What the freaking fuckering was that? How could you have erotic dreams with HIM? From all the people in the world, him???? You wouldn’t mind having the hottest of the dreams with some of the ‘finest’ gentlemen from the town, but Daryl Dixon was everything but a gentleman. You prayed you hadn’t moaned or anything during sleep, cause you knew he would be able to hear if you did, you were in the same house afterwards.

You looked for your bedside watch and it was already night, you had slept the whole day. Shit. It was expected, you had lost so much blood after being attacked, drinking his blood sent you in a slumber you wasn’t expecting, being cured just made your body relax and take the rest if needed so much.

Half an hour later you went downstairs, some of the humana around and some of the vamps too. Once you entered the kitchen your eyes found Jason Stackhouse-Dixon, Daryl’s lil brother, and something occurred to you… he had drunk vampire blood before, he’d know something about it.

“Good evening, sleepyhead!” He greeted as you approached him. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine… I guess.” You vaguely answered. “I need to ask you something…”

“Yeah?” He opened a beer bottle for him and Abraham.

“What exactly are the side effects of drinking vampire blood?” You practically whispered.

“Well… there are plenty of them. Your senses become heightened, you may have hallucinations, the vampire will be able to feel if you’re in danger and…”he was enumerating the ‘symptons’.

“And waking up with a moist mountain after dreaming of praying with the knees upward.” Abraham completed after sip on his beer.

You stared at him blankly, the gears in your brain trying to understand whatever he tried to tell you. “He means, having wet dreams.” Jason spoke after clearing his throat.

Oh! You have almost forgotten Abraham dated Rosita, who was a vampire, so of course he would know. Before Jason connected the reason of your question with the embarrassment on your face, Daryl entered the kitchen and went to fridge to get a bottle of Tru Blood.

“Good evening sunshine, how did ya sleep?” He leaned on the counter a smirk on his face. He knew. God, he probably even had the same dream. You didn’t know what were the rules of this connection thing you now had with him.

“Awfully.” That was the only answer you could give while images from your dream came to your mind and blush crept through your face.

“Nah, it looks like ya slept too damn well.” He told you, that freaking smirk never leaving his lips.

“Next time I’m almost dead, y’all better let me die.” You advised the others in the room. No way, you wanted his blood in you again. No way, you wanted to experience those wonderful sensations from your dream. No way, you got curious about how would it feel in real life. No way!

“In your dreams, sunshine!” Daryl shout at your back while you left the kitchen bothered, flustered and hot with the recent happenings.

Final Note: It all sounded a lot better when inside my mind. Thank you so much @celtic-crossbow for the help with Abe’s language 🩷

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[vikingstoner69]

Hiii I am here from AO4 😎

Can you do a fic for Eric Northman or Godric cus I have an obsession, just watched the show and went straight to tumblr and ao4…

(Maybe newly turned reader, new to the whole vampire thing 😌)

Fandom: True Blood

Pairing: Godric/Reader

Auther note: OMG i'm so very sorry this took so very long to do this. I really hipe this is what you were wanting I gave it my very best shot.

You rush into the house not paying the other vampires and humans any mind you were here for only one reason, Godric. You pass Eric and he gives you a grin as you pass him. You open the door and find Godric in the middle of the room shirtless, his hair damp from his shower. Without a second thought you rush to him and wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him, his arms holding you tightly.

"I was so worried! I thought I lost you! Please don't ever scare me like that. I love you way too much to lose you!" You sob and you tense when you realize what you just said. Godric pulls back and gives you a soft smile before he strokes your face. You feel your heartbeat pick at his soft touch.

"Even after everything I have done?" He asks softly, you smile and look up at him.

"Godric, I have been with you for 800 years. I was there for quite a bit and lets not forget the things I have done Godric" you say honestly Godric sighs and shakes his head softly. He softly traces the stone around your neck, his hand traces up your throat and into your hair and he pulls your face closer to his.

"Would you walk the night with me? Forever?" He asks softly, you feel your stomach flip and you feel a heat spread throughout your body.

"Yes godric" you whisper, Godric kisses you softly at first. You moan softly as he deepened the kiss. You kiss him back just as deeply, your hands tangle in his hair and he groans, making you shiver. His lips travel to your neck making you moan. Godric pulls away from you and deeply in your eyes.

"I have only turned two people in 2,000 years on this earth but I will turn you if that is what you wish" he says, you look in his eyes deeply his hold on you firm against him. You stroked his face softly, your fingers stroked his body lip before you lean up your lips ghosting his.

"I'm yours Godric and always" you say softly kissing him deeply his fingers going into your hair.

"Eric has everything ready, come the sun will be up soon" he says grabbing your hand and you smile following him out of his room and out back under a weeping willow tree. Eric stood beside the deep grave that had a bit of soft bedding. Godric gets in and then helps you down. You bite your lip as you take a seat on the soft blanket.

"I'm a little nervous" you say softly and godric smile as he takes his spot next to you.

"It will be alright, I promise" he says softly as he moves you to lay down so he is now hovering over you. You look up at him and give him a smile as his fangs come down with a (click) you reach up and stroke his face lightly before you breed your throat to him.

"I'm ready" you Whisper, you gasp and moan softly as his fangs sink into your neck and he drinks from you deeply. The more he drank the weaker you felt and you knew you would pass out soon. Your body goes limp and he pulls back and cuts his neck open then his hand slips behind your head and he pulls you to his neck. You suck deeply at the wound on his neck drinking down his blood with a moan as your body gets heavy.

"Rest little one" he says softly laying down behind you as he wraps his arms around you.

"Sweet dreams" you barely hear as you go unconscious as Eric buries you both before going to ground himself.

You feel panic as you open your eyes and see nothing but blackness and you start digging your way out of the grave and finally your head breaks free and you blink away the dirt. You felt your head throb as all types of smells hit you full force and finally you opened your eyes. You look around and gasp as you look around you, everything was so clear.

“How do you feel?” you hear his smooth voice from behind you and you look over at him. Godric stood a few feet away from you still dirty from the ground.

“I feel amazing!” you smile and rush into him kocking him back a bit and his hands grap your waist to stedy you.

“Careful love” he chuckles, his eyes never leaving your smiling face. You were so happy and felt so free.

“Ops, sorry.” you laugh, your body felt so alive like a live wire. Your fangs drop and you reach up and touch them softly your finger poked the end and you moan at the taste of your blood and your fangs ache.

“Come, let's get cleaned up and then you shall feed '' Godric says and you felt a strong urge to bite him. You shake the feeling away and follow godric and you blink at the brightness of the lights in the house and finally into the bathroom.

“Why do I feel like this?” you ask softly, your body felt like it was on fire and you reach out for Godirc and he stopped gathering the things you would need for your shower. You bring your body closer to his and you moan as his scent fills your nose. Odd he never had a sent before. His hand gose to your hip and the other to your check.

“Your body is adjusting, everything is more heightened now, you will get control of it soon" he smiles softly and you bite your lip. His touch was scorching your skin and you wanted to feel more of it. You run your hand up his arm up to his shoulder and get as close to him as you can. You look into his eyes seeing so many more colors than you could before. You lean up and kiss him and he kisses you back and you moan.

"Please" you moan, you were not sure what you were asking for but you needed something and you just knew Godric would be able to give you what you need. Godric’s hand strokes your face before he kisses you deeply and you moan, clinging to him. You whine as your fangs drop and they ache and you felt the strong urge to bite him.

“Go ahead, bite me” he say’s huskily, you get closer to his neck and kiss his throat softly before you sink your fangs into his neck, his blood filling your mouth and he groans as you drink deeply his hands roam your body. You grind your hips into his feeling a whole different type of ache.

"Fuck me Godric, an this time don't be gentle" you say in his ear before you bite the lob and he snarls and throws you against the wall his body molding to yours as you both rip each other's clothes off lost in this animalistic lust.

Godric picks you up, making you wrap your legs around him, his hold bruising tight and you want more. You kiss him deeply and moan as his bed sheets hit your back and your hips cradled his hips. Godric's lips trail down to your neck and he sucks a mark into your skin, his lips travel down your body. His eyes lock with yours as he sinks his fangs into your groin and you cry out your hands tug at his hair. Your hips thrust up when he rubs your clit roughly fucking you with his fingers.

"You're drenched for me" he says before sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out your body felt like a live wire and he was burning you up with each touch.

"Godric please!" You cry out grinding down on his face as you feel so close to cumming and you whine when he pulls back kissing and biting up your body.

"Patience little one, I will give you what you need soon" he grins down at you, his eyes blown with lust. You lean up and kiss him deeply, nipping his lip drawing blood. He growls and slowly enters you and you both moan.

"Oh fuck Godric!" You cry out at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Godric groans and starts a fast hard pass making the bed slam into the wall, your nails leaving blood masks down his back and he kisses you deeply.

"Mine" he growls pounding into you at inhumane speeds. The sudden drop to the floor does not stop either of you as you both get closer to the edge.

"I'm so close! Oh fuck Godric!" You cry out your fangs ache as you reach your peak and cum hard your fangs sink into his skin and you moan as his blood fills your mouth. You cry out your fangs leaving his neck as he sinks his into your neck as he fills you full of his cum. Godric pants as you both slowly come down from the high.

"Are you alright little one?" He asks, you open your eyes and smile up at him before leaning up and kissing him slowly and deep.

"I'm great Godric" you smile and he grins before he strokes your face and lays on his back. You roll over and lay your head on his chest and enjoy his touch.

"Things will change now" he says softly and you look up at him, his eyes having a far off look.

"Yes, but I think its for the better" you smile and he grins down at you.

"Yes, for the better"

[blackleatherjacketz]

Mine

Eric Northman x Female Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2.6k+

Tags: @differentcatcat @jessicafangirl @spice-honey

Read more Eric!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sweet Jesus, he’s so good at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sweet Jesus, he’s gorgeous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[selfishdoll]

FOUND OUT FT. VAMP! ARMIN ୨୧ ｡ ⟡ ⋆ ࣪. ໒

armin arlert, your good friend of two years and hard crush of one. you decided to become his roommate just three months ago and all has been well. except for the fact, a ludicrous idea has entered your mind. one so silly, you didn’t even want to believe it. what was it exactly? well.. that armin, was a vampire. this wasn’t some fantasy or fairy tale.. you weren’t bella and he wasn’t edward. there was no way, no way in hell armin was a vampire.. right?

❛content warning(s)...❜ ━━ period sex. i repeat, PERIOD SEX. if you don’t like that, leave! | oral sex (f. receiving) | soft & service top! armin | he’s a little condescending, however | pet names (sweetheart, pretty, princess, etc) | praise | blood (ofc) | biting & marking | armin talks reader through it | multiple orgasms | armin loves eye contact | ooc armin | inspired by true blood (also mentioned in the fic) | lowkey gaslighting (maybe? he’s not doing it to harm, he’s just tryna keep his identity hidden) | a bit of manhandling | reader wears pads & has really bad cramps. again if that’s an issue for you, don’t read it. | etc. if i forgot something please let me know.

❛author’s note...❜ ━━ please bare in mind i haven’t touched aot for a long time & only posting this fic for my reawakened obsession with the anime & manga. that said, if you think armin is ooc, i’m sorry— but again, i warned you (plus i’m not the creator). if you enjoy this, please give me more characters to make vamp versions of. of jjk or aot. and as always, please excuse any grammar mistakes or typos <3 (4680 WORDS)

It was common to question reality. To ponder about situations that were outside the norm. What if a zombie apocalypse happened? What if aliens were real? And finally, what if your good friend— turned roommate, was a vampire?

You felt silly as the thought, the pondering consumed you within the first week of living together. You really had no reason to believe Armin Arlert; a sweet young man with a heart of gold was some bloodsucking beast. Or rather, you didn’t want to believe it. Such information would drastically change the trajectory of the relationship you had with him.

The pipeline from friends — secret one sided pining — to prey wasn’t one you wished to follow.

Yet, all signs pointed to the answer; all signs pointed to Armin being a vampire.

For one, you’ve never seen him eat. Ever. Each time you offered some of your food, Armin would give you a gentle smile— while refusing. I already ate. Was the signature line he delivered, no matter the time of day. But, that wasn’t too concrete; he worked at home and you worked in a clinic— there was a possibility he was telling the truth.

The second piece of evidence may have been the key. The man would stock up his side of the fridge with this.. juice. Red liquid within clear bottles, the print labeled in a language you couldn’t understand. No matter how much you searched online, you simply couldn’t find it. So, you did the unthinkable.

You popped open a bottle, taking a swig. You expected a disturbing metallic taste; one that would cause you to spill the contents of your stomach. Instead a sweet fruity flavor tickled your tastebuds, causing your eyes to widen and quickly pull back from the bottle.

In time to see Armin entering the kitchen, flashing you a smile.

“I was wondering when you’d try them. I bought so many.” He spoke sweetly, informing you it was some random juice he bought whilst on a business trip.

With both his words and the concrete evidence, you believed him.

But there were so, so many more instances where you wondering if you were grasping at straws. His refusal to enter a home without access? Well, Armin was always polite. The way he avoided you whenever you got hurt? He did inform you blood makes him queasy. Or how each time you got your period the man just suddenly had a business trip? Armin did state his work schedule was weird.

It frustrated you to no end. You hated yourself for developing the thought in the first place. You already fucked falling for him a year ago, and now you just had to come up with the most ludicrous idea.

Armin Arlert, a vampire? Please..

The breath that escaped you was ragged, eyes pinched close and leaning your head against the steering wheel. The way a cramp could ruin your mood in a matter of seconds was beyond you. Truly, it was.

You were glued to your seat unable to move due to the pain within your stomach. Which could only be described as millions of knives being rammed directly into your uterus. A dramatic metaphor, but a fitting one.

A groan escaped you as you lifted from your curled position, the back of your head pressed against the seat. The pills you consumed just ten minutes ago had obviously not taken effect yet, leaving you unable to fight against the pain. You tried, you really did try to make it to work despite the aches— but you couldn’t. You pulled over into the nearest store parking lot just to make a quick call to your supervisor.

Thankfully, she was very understanding; even gently scolding you for attempting to work in the first place. The interaction caused you to smile, thanking her profusely and promising to make up the hours.

Now, all you had to do was get home. Though, as your eyes opened from its previous pained scrunch, you focused on the store in-front of you. A soft hum escaped you as turned the engine of your car off. A quick run to get some much deserved snacks was fine, right?

You opened the car door and exited, locking it behind you with a hand pressed against your stomach. It was comical attempting to massage the cramps, but the warmth of your hand was elevating the pain— slightly. Not much.

You approached the store doors and entered, flashing a smile to a worker that greeted you. You turned down an aisle whilst looking over the selection of snacks, kneeling to take in the rest of the shelf. While thinking over what you wanted, an idea popped into your mind.

Armin was always so doting and sweet whenever he went out to the store; always asking if you needed something. You wanted to do the same.

So without a second thought you grabbed your phone from your purse, clicking his contact and placing the receiver to your ear. The ringer went off two times before the man picked up, his usual tone entering your ears;

“Hey (Y/N)— are you okay? You don’t usually call me during work.”

You smiled, standing from your kneeled position. “I’m okay!.. well, not really. Cramps are kicking my ass right now,” You hummed, walking down the end of the shelf.

A silence entered the call for a moment before Armin spoke again. “You mean.. menstrual cramps?”

“Yeah!— sorry if that was too much to share.. Anyway, I’m at the store right now do you need anything?”

Armin cleared his throat a bit, the faint sound of something entering the call— but leaving quickly. “N—no. No, I’m fine. Thank you for asking, (Y/N).”

With chaste goodbyes you ended the call, placing your phone back into your purse. You finally decided on some gummies and chocolate, heading over to the register with a little pep in your step.

Pigging out on the couch seemed like the perfect day.

You left the store quickly after paying, entering your car even quicker and reaching your shared home in record time. Opening the door, you sighed as you placed your keys onto a table nearby; purse following. You walked towards the back of the house, glancing over at Armin’s closed bedroom door. With a small smile you walked up, pressing your knuckles against the maroon colored wood.

A minute passed before the door was opened, revealing his form. His eyes bored into your own, flashing the same gentle smile he always did. “(Y/N).. you should be resting.”

You smiled back at him, “Just wanted to check on you before I lay on the couch for the rest of the day.”

The man blinked as your words set in, watching you turn to enter your bedroom. Hesitantly, he followed, standing in the doorway. “On the couch?”

“Yeah! Don’t worry I’ll have a towel under me.”

“I wasn’t worried about that..” Was the faint mumble that escaped the blonde, words you didn’t hear. A soft sigh escaped him, however, blinking to glance at you. “Hope you feel better.” Armin said more clearly, turning to walk into his room after you gave soft gratitude.

You grabbed some pink bebe shorts and a random black tshirt, walking over to the bathroom with a pad in tow. After doing your business and changing, you entered your bedroom again to place your work clothes away— grabbing a clean towel shortly after.

You exited to enter the living room, smiling at the couch waiting for you. Walking over, you stretched the towel out along the cushions, pulling the coffee table closer for convenience. After grabbing your snacks and a water bottle, a stiff sigh escaped you as you laid across the couch. The towel was a bit uncomfortable if you moved, but you rather that then possibly leaking through the pad you wore.

Your hand reached for the remote beside you, turning the channel to a tv show you’ve currently been obsessed with; True Blood. A small chuckle escaped you as your cheek sunk into the pillow under you, placing the remote down. Maybe you were watching it too much, maybe that’s why you thought Armin was some blood sucking beast.

But, there was no way. You were literally on your period and he was.. well— normal. As normal as Armin Arlert was anyway.

You turned to open the pack of gummies, taking a bit in your hand before sinking back into the cushions. Your eyes remained glued to the screen as you popped one into your mouth, oblivious to the hard stare you were receiving.

An hour and a half passed with your continued watching, getting up in between to use the restroom. Your snacks were long gone, water bottle empty, and pill; worn off. You had zero energy to get up and grab some more, especially since you just found the perfect spot to help your cramps.

You hissed softly, moving to press your face deeper into the cushion. You’ve had a period for twenty-two years now, yet it always felt as if you were experiencing it for the first time. It was annoying, truly annoying. With a subtle groan your eyes blinked open, racking your mind for a moment before an idea peaked within you.

“Armin!” You called out from the living room while turning to lay on your back, hand strewn across your lower stomach. Moments passed before his bedroom door opened, footsteps entering the living room and revealing your roommate. Who looked a little tired. Strange, you’ve never seen him in such a way.

But, instead of inquiring you gave a little smile; “Could you grab my pills from my bedroom, and a water bottle?”

Armin’s eyes carried down your form for a moment, mouth opening before closing. Instead, he simply nodded; turning to head to your bedroom.

Maybe periods really did make him uncomfortable. You’ve never seen Armin so fidgety and nervous, as if scared to speak. It would concern you more if another cramp didn’t pierce you, causing a soft groan to slip past your lips. You heard Armin move from your bedroom to the kitchen, opening the fridge and closing it after.

You looked up at the man, watching him stand a few feet away; placing the items you requested down on the table. You sat up with a sweet smile, swinging your legs over the couch. “Thanks Min.” You spoke, watching him nod and turn to walk away. Instead of leaving him be, you spoke up again;

“You wanna watch something together? I’m sure being cooped up in your room is boring..” You don’t know why the suggestion escaped you, feeling embarrassment the moment you noticed Armin’s form stiffen. Your eyes turned to the pill bottle, twisting the cap slow. “It’s uh.. cool if you don’t want t—“

“Is this another test, (Y/N)?”

You blinked slowly as his words permeated the atmosphere, entering your mind and settling there for a split second. You thought over the sentence, tongue nervously swiping across your bottom lip the moment you realized his tone. It’s usual softness was gone, replaced with something you couldn’t pinpoint.

You tried to play off your silence, a soft— forced chuckle escaping you. “Test? What test, Armin?”

You watched as the man’s shoulders lowered, body turning to face you. Your teeth was caught on your bottom lip, feeling tension enter the air.

Armin looked at you, or rather observed you for a silent moment. You didn’t know what to do, trapped under the gaze; unable to look away. Your fingers gripped the towel underneath you, debating whether to apologize or demand to know what was suddenly wrong.

Finally, after what seemed like hours but was truly five minutes; Armin spoke.

“First, you take a bottle of mine and drink it without permission.” His words were slow, as if listing off the directions of a cookbook. What’s more, Armin moved towards you, your chest bumping with each step he took. “Next, you accidentally, cut yourself whenever I’m in the kitchen.” He was close now, standing beside the table.

You sunk into the cushion behind you, gasping the moment he closed the space; hands pressed against the furniture— trapping you. “And lastly, you invite me to sit with you in such an innocent manner.. I don’t know whether to call you a genius or just plain naive, (Y/N).”

“Armin..” You breathed softly, feeling your mouth go dry. His eyes flicked between your body and lips, clearly struggling to focus on a single thing. “Armin, I—.. I’m confused, what are you talking about?”

Finally it seemed he had made a choice, gaze focusing onto your own. Silently, the man smiled, a forced one— a toothy one. Your eyes widened, breath hitching the moment you spotted the fangs placed perfectly in his mouth. A shudder went down your spine, gripping the towel even harsher.

“Oh wow..” Armin spoke lowly, stealing your attention from his canines. “I reveal something.. so, so troubling and yet— you’re excited. More then excited actually.. ecstatic, maybe?” The man pondered, coming even closer to you.

Your hands rose to grip his arms, gasping the moment you felt his face lower to your neck. As his teeth ghosted your neck, you felt your heart threatening to escape your chest. You pinched your eyes closed, twitched, even turned your head to the side.

And yet, Armin did nothing. He simply.. hovered there.

A frustration you didn’t wish to acknowledge build within you, manicured fingers digging into his cool, skin. “Armin..”

“What is it, (Y/N)? You want me to bite you, don’t you?” The words escaped him the moment you uttered his name, a hand lifting from the cushion whilst he pulled back from your neck. Now face to face, his fingers collected your chin to assure you didn’t glance away. “I thought at first you were concerned for your safety, maybe even scared. But no..” His lips quirked, thumb rising to smooth across your wet bottom lip. “You’re clearly far from scared.”

“Armin.. please just—“

“I will. I promise.” He interjected, releasing your face. Your eyes widened the moment he pushed your shoulder, laying you down on the couch. The cushion in-front of you sunk in as he sat down, hands dragging to your waist covered in shorts. “But first.. I think I’ll get my fill another way.”

Your eyes widened at his words, feeling his fingers hook under the thin pink fabric of your bottoms and panties, peeling them from your body in one swift motion. Embarrassment flooded through your body, instinctively closing your thighs.

Armin’s eyes switched from your legs over to your face, head tilting as he took in your nervous expression. To your surprise, a gentle smile stretched across his face, one that you’ve gotten used to, one that caused you to melt easily.

Noticing this, it didn’t take much to gently push your legs apart, featuring your cunt to him. “That’s a good girl..” Armin spoke softly, hand slipping under your shirt, spreading across your stomach. The man lowered until he was face to face with your slit, unfazed by the blood upon it.

You whimpered the moment his thick tongue glided up— hole to clit, hands reaching down to rest upon his hair. A soft groan escaped the man, rising up whilst licking his lips clean of your mess. It was clear all restraints were gone now, the wild look in his eyes causing your stomach to stir.

“Do you know how long I waited for this?” The man questioned you, resting on one hand; the other’s fingers gently gliding up and down cunt, collecting your mixed essence and blood. “You were gonna drive me crazy one day; parading in such small shorts, showcasing your skin to me.” His words escaped him shamelessly, fingers pushing past your folds to gently brush your clit, moving away before you could even moan.

“You wanted this from the beginning.. didn’t you?” Armin suddenly spoke, escaping the trance to look at your face. He watched as you shook your head far too quickly, a small no even escaping you. That alone caused his reddened lips to curl into a smile, “You should leave the lying to me, sweetheart.”

You gasped the moment he dove back down, lips pressed against your wet slit. The man wasted no time in allow his tongue to glide across your slit, pushing to licking at your clit. Your taste, your smell— it was enough to have him groan right into your pussy, drinking every crimson droplet that escaped you.

You thought you would feel uncomfortable, maybe even a little gross; getting ate out in such a state. But those thoughts melted the minute his lips wrapped around your swelling bud, teasing you gently with the points of his fangs. Your back was rising from the cushion now, squirming upon the towel underneath you.

Your hands lowered to his hair, fingers curling in the blonde tresses for a tight hold. With the way his tongue was moving against you, you needed leverage; you needed an anchor. You felt far too pliable, melting into the feeling as wanton moans escaped your slick lips.

Gasps of his name, sweet whispers of how good it felt. Your arousal mixed with blood was trickling freely from your entrance, making such a mess; one that Armin lapped up far too eagerly.

And the moment you felt his thick tongue curl inside your awaiting hole, oh— you were finished.

“Hah.. Fuck, Armin—!” You hissed softly, feeling the wet muscle twist and turn inside you, brushing against your gummy walls and delving on you like a meal.

Which, to Armin, you were.

The man groaned into you in response, hands moving to your thighs and gripping; halting your moving. You were forced to lay there as he ate you, a band forming within your stomach; long replacing the agonizing cramps.

Your moans bounced off the living room walls, face turning into the cushions as hot pants escaped you. Your toes were curling, a sweat presenting itself upon your forehead as the pleasure consumed you full; flooding his mouth with more crimson arousal.

Armin drunk you up eagerly, fingers digging into your skin to keep to right there. He licked you clean, leaving no spot untouched; savoring his plate. After moments of this pleasure it melted into overstimulated torture, hands falling and pushing against his head.

“A—armin.. fuck, I can’t—“ Your eyebrows were pushing close, rising to sit up; gasping the moment he tugged, forcing you to fall back on the cushions. His face was flush against your messy cunt, drinking you up completely. Little tears formed in your eyes, legs moving as your stomach clenched and clenched.

Your worried words fell on deaf ears, literally. With how much your warm thighs were wrapping around his head, he could barely hear a damn thing. Even so, Armin refused to leave— not until you came on his tongue again.

With more fearsome licks and sucks, hands massaging your skin as if coaxing you— Armin felt his dick jump the moment you cried out for him, coming all over his tongue again.

“Taste.. so good, so fucking good princess…” He drawled right into your center, the vibrations of his voice causing you to keen. Unlike before, he let up from licking you dry, raising from between your legs— a complete mess.

You watched as Armin’s tongue licked the rest of your taste off his lips, his eyes closed; relishing it.

His hands slowly dropped your body to the cushion, hand curling under his shirt and pulling it off his body. Once off, the man used it to wipe his face— tossing it to the ground shortly after.

He’d wash it later.

Armin moved to hover above you, hand falling to your chin and turning to looking at your eyes. The man smiled the moment your hand wrapped around his wrist, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Your cramps gone?” He asked in a soft, coy tone. The small huff you released caused the man to chuckle, moving to plant his lips on your own.

You moaned as his tongue intruded your mouth, ignoring the foreign taste of yourself on your tongue. Instead, you focused on him sucking your own wet muscle whilst his hand lowered to your covered chest, a thumb brushing over your hardening nipple. Your soft pants entered his mouth, hips rising against him; caring less if you soiled his pants.

And it seemed he didn’t either, hand gripping your hip and grinding back against you. Your hands traveled up his back, a hiss escaping him from how your short nails dragged across his cool, uncovered skin.

Pulling back, Armin stared down at you, taking in your bruised lips and the clear want swimming within your dark eyes. To add to the pretty picture was your bonnet slipping off your head, exposing the perfect boho braids you’ve recently got; edges sweated off.

“Such a mess.” The man murmured softly, hand rising and treading from your neck to your cheek; cupping it to allow his thumb to drag under your eye. “My pretty mess..” Armin dragged, leaning closer as his hand released your face, falling to his hips to tug down his sweats and boxers.

Your noses brushed together, your soft breaths fanning against his face. “Yours..” You murmured back, staring into his eyes. Such words brought a smile to his face, stealing your lips in another kiss while his tip brushed against your soaked slit.

Pushing you wider, Armin angled to slowly push inside, gripping your thigh the moment you tensed up. He pulled back from the kiss, forehead rested against your own. “Mm, don’t tense up; relax for me.. Just, relax.” He cooed softly, thumb tracing the stretch marks that littered your hips. With less effort he pushed all the way inside, praising you softly;

“Taking me so well, pretty.. such a good girl.” Armin spoke, chuckling at the small whine that escaped you. Pressing a gentle kiss to the space between your eyes, the vampire rose to rest on his hunches. He observed you closely, searching for any sign of restraint or discomfort. The moment he discovered neither, he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside.

Armin then plunged his hips forward, the wet sound echoing in the room; followed by your soft moan. His hands moved to your hips, starting a languid pace. Despite how good you felt around his throbbing length, you didn’t want to hurt him. Despite how sweet your moans were, he controlled himself in fear of harming you.

But, you were far from compliant with the current pace.

Your hips rose to meet a thrust, the action alone causing a moan to escape the both of you.

“N—need more, Min.. please.” Was the soft beg that escaped your slick lips, rocking your hips; watching the way his eyebrows creased and lip was caught under his fangs.

His restraint was dwindling with each roll of your hips, each sickeningly sweet plead that escaped your throat. Finally Armin’s inhibitions melted away, the slow; carful moans switching into fast snaps of his hips.

Your head landed against the plush cushions, crying out as your legs wrapped around his waist. He was drilling you into the mattress at this point, a harsh grip to keep you in place as he fucked you. A string of curses escaped you, gripping the towel underneath you as your feet bounced with each thrust.

Armin lowered, the new angle causing your swollen bud to brush against his pelvic area; the new sensation completely turning your brain into mush. The man enjoyed it all, glancing down at you in complete awe. You looked far too beautiful like this, far too—

“Perfect.. so fucking perfect— fu..fuck—“ The man hissed, pressing an arm above your head whilst the other grabbed your cheeks. “Look at me, princess.. that’s it, keep your eyes on me. Watch how well you take me.” His words were driving you deeper and deeper, your walls clenching as jumbled cries of his name escaped you.

“A—armin—!”

His eyes were rolling back at the call of his name, drilling into you as he leaned down to your neck. Between the harsh bouncing of your body his fangs sunk right through your skin, gripping you even closer the moment a shriek escaped you.

A guttural groan escaped Armin as he delved on your blood, hissing the moment you creamed all over his cock. Yet, his hips never stopped; continuing to ruin you, using his form to keep you laid out and open on the couch.

Your eyes were meeting your skull, lips parted as shameless noises leaped from your raw throat. Soon he let up, licking the wound from his fangs and moving to be face to face with you again.

“Taking me so good, princess— like your.. fu—fucking made for me, shit—“ Armin closed his eyes tight, feeling his orgasm build. Your velvety walls were clenching him so nicely, pulsing around his heavy length with each drag of his hips. His balls were slapping against your center, the wet strikes entering the room of sex and combined moans.

Tears trailed from your eyes, staining your brown, chubby cheeks as your hand carried to his hip. Despite the pleasure, the pain of another orgasm was approaching; your body writhing as you furiously shook your head. “Fuck, I— fuck, I can’t Min!” You whined out, breath bitching as a feverish kiss was placed to your forehead.

His face was close now, nose brushing your own as his lips ghosted your own. “You’ve been so good so far, don’t stop now sweet girl.” Armin hissed between clenched teeth, a hand falling from your hip between your conjoined bodies. The moment his fingers rubbed against your little bud you were arching, the vampire easily chasing your body to continue the harsh circles.

“Fuck, fuck! Armin—!”

“That’s it, baby.. let it out, don’t hold it.” The man coaxed softly, eyebrows creasing as he felt his own orgasm arriving. Armin watched intently as your stiffened, a drawn out cry of his name escaping you while making a complete mess of his lower half. “That’s my girl.. my good fucking girl.” He leaned to plant another kiss to your lips all while his hips never stopped their pace.

Soon enough, a harsh groan entered your mouth as he flooded you with his come; some spilling out from inside.

You pulled back from his lips for air, clinging to him with your eyes pinched closed. Your body was aching, you felt sweaty, and frankly gross— but you didn’t care. Not one bit.

A subtle whine escaped you the moment Armin pulled out from you, his gaze settled on his come escaping you. With a slow rub of his thumb against your skin, the man leaned to stamp a kiss right above your heart. “I’ll start the shower up.”

You watched as he stepped off the couch, moving to walk over to the bathroom— only for your voice to stop him.

“Armin.. those bottles in the fridge, they weren’t blood right?”

He looked at you for a long moment before a little grin pulled his features. “No. Just the ones in back. I knew you would pick from the front.”

With that Armin resumed his walk to the bathroom, leaving you there; feeling just a little stupid.

Well, at least you were right. Your good friend of two years turned roommate turned something more— was definitely a vampire.

REBLOGS & COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Mommah's Birthday Bash - Day 28

"I can't take it anymore." Eric growls. "The smell of you, I can't resist." He sinks to his knees, grabbing you by the hips and drawing you closer. "Take off your trousers, please." He looks up at you. His eyes are practically begging you. You smirk down on him. "Will you beg?" You purr. Eric shakes his head. You tisk softly. "Then I will not undress." You cooe.

"I will get you out of those clothes, one way or another." Eric says.

"I want you to beg." You reply. Eric's jaw sets sternly. "I shall not." He replies firmly. "Then no pussy for you." You cooe. "You won't deny me, you can't resist me." Eric growls. He kisses you fiercely. You moan and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. "Gods." He growls against your lips. "Now who can't resist who?" You tease. He gropes your arse and hips, before tearing your jeans to ribbons. "Eric!" You gasp. He grins wickedly. "Yes, my little love?" He purrs. "Those were nice jeans." You tell him firmly. "No, they were not, they were in my way." He replies.

He grabs you carefully by the throat and pulls you closer. "I want you naked and I have no patience for your games. Now do as I want." He hisses. He closes the distance, kissing you fiercely. You feel your knees grow weak. You moan into his mouth, clinging to his arms. Eric smirks, his tongue finding yours. You moan louder, letting him claim your mouth. Eric smirks into the kiss, his hand tightening a little on your throat.

He pulls away when he notices that you cannot adequately suck in oxygen anymore. You are panting raggedly when he lets go of your throat. "Now, your shirt, too." He growls. You huff, displeased despite how blissful the kissing has made you feel. You refuse to let him be in charge.

"Beg." You whisper. But Eric gathers your shirt in his hands, tearing it to tatters. "Not today." He growls. "I smell you. You need me, you need me as much as I do you." Eric hisses. "Now, those flimsy shreds of lace have to go to. I mean to fuck you, like a beast." He says. "Not like this." You whisper. "Yes, like this." Eric smirks down on you. There is a wicked glint in his pale blue eyes. Tonight is going to go his way, that glint assures you.

He presses his face into the crook of your neck. "Exactly like this." His fangs scrape against your skin. You shudder in his embrace. You do your best not to moan. You don't want him to win this one. Eric chuckles. "I can smell you, you know." He purrs. "You want this, you want me." His fangs puncture your skin, slowly and as gently as he can. You moan softly. He drinks from you, deep and greedy. But he makes sure not to take too much. He moans against your neck and tears up your lingerie. You want to scold him, but you're beyond that. You just want him.

"Fuck me." You mewl.

Eric laughs and throws you onto the bed. "You make this too easy." He quickly undresses and crawls on top of you. "You did not want me to make it hard for you." You retort. "And neither did you." Eric purrs. He kisses you fiercely. You moan into his mouth.

He wastes no time in lining up, shoving into you till the hilt. You moan even loudly. This is exactly what you were needing. Though you would have preferred to maintain charge for a little while. It is not on your mind anymore, though. All you can think of is Eric's cock slamming into you, over and over again. You can only moan unintelligibly.

Eric fucks you until you gently place your hand on his thigh. "Sore?" He asks. You nod silently. "Shall I stop?" Eric purrs. You shake your head. "I want you to finish." You whisper. "No, that is not safe for you." Eric says firmly. "I can handle it. And you will heal me if I get injured." You reply stubbornly.

He grabs you by the chin. "Don't be stupid." His accent deepens a little. "Eric, please." You whine. But he shakes his head. "No." He pulls out. You whine at the loss. "Eric please." You sit upright. "I want to have your baby." You pout. "That's impossible." Eric replies. "Not where I am from!" You holler.

"Well, this is Shreveport, honey, it can't happen." Eric barks, before stomping out of your bedroom.

[warm-love-darkness]

Eric Northman, "How many inches until you're clawing at my back for a break. Begging me tearfully with a cunt full of raw cock ?"

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶- 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓼