#eric northman imagine

[moonlitdesertdreams]

By the Sea (part 1/?)

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

Word count: 1.6k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“What’d Compton do to him?”

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

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

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”

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

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

“Älskling” Darling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell had Bill Compton done to him?

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

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

“Yes, my queen?” 

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

“Pam it’s me.”

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

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

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

“Elaborate.”

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

“What do you mean, anything?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck my life.”

-------

True Blood Masterlist | Send me an ask!

#Eric Northman x F!reader #true blood #vampire #imagine #female reader #reader x Eric Northman #true blood imagine #Eric Northman imagine #reader is some sort of mythical being #idk what #use your imagination #sookie stackhouse #bill compton #pamela swynford de beaufort

[masterjasper223]

Throne - Part 2

(Warnings: blood play, choking, sex, etc.)

"You are mine."

It's not a question, but you see no point in correcting him. After all... he's right, isn't he? This has been brewing between the two of you for a while now.

You just never expected it to come out like this.

"Okay, Eric."

You nod, once, and lean into the hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes flutter closed- only to immediately snap open again as you ask, "But are you mine?"

His eyes flick between yours, as if he's gauging your sincerity- and a split-second later, you're straddling his lap on the throne.

"Yours," he confirms, holding your gaze as he tugs back the sleeve covering his wrist and tears into the skin.

You swallow thickly, knowing all too well what this means.

He offers his wrist to you without hesitation, and you respond in kind, tilting your head and sweeping your hair back from your neck, offering yourself to him.

Eric leans forward, and so do you, holding his gaze as your lips close around the wound. At the same time, his free hand comes up to grip the nape of your neck, and a moment later you feel his fangs sink into your skin.

Eric's eyes roll back into his head as he tastes you, drinks from you... But you barely notice this, or the twinge of pain that precedes it; your tastebuds are dancing, your heartbeat singing in your ears, as you drink from him.

You're now acutely aware of every inch of Eric pressed against you, and you rock your hips, grinding against the hardness you can feel between your legs. Eric's answering growl rumbles through you, his fingers squeezing your neck...

Then he shifts you yet again.

Now you're sitting on the throne, with Eric kneeling between your legs, your neck miraculously healed- but you barely have time to process any of this before he buries his fangs into the flesh of your thigh.

You arch your back, threading your fingers through his hair, as dizzying pleasure races through your veins, making you throb with need.

He pulls back too soon, but you get the feeling he drank more than he should have as he glances up at you, a flicker of concern in his eyes- which gradually dissolves into that look again: the tenderness you caught a glimpse of during your impromptu roleplay.

"Delicious," Eric murmurs, making a show of licking his lips. He uses the last trickle of blood from his wrist to close the puncture wounds left in your thigh, swirling two fingers against your skin; but they don't stop there, trailing down to rub your wet slit through your panties. You expect him to tease you, or to rip them off of you, but he merely tugs them down your legs and tosses them into a distant corner of the room.

"I feel like I'm at a buffet," he muses, hooking your calves over his shoulders and holding your gaze as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. "But is it all-you-can-eat?"

Without giving you a chance to think of something witty in response, his mouth is upon you, first licking, laving, spreading your folds, then parting them with his tongue, then delving inside, alternating between dipping quickly in and out, swirling and sucking. His fingers knead your thighs as you buck against his mouth, until, all too soon, you come undone on his tongue.

But even then Eric doesn't stop lapping at your wetness until you tug desperately at his hair, needing him to stop, your body shuddering with every minute brush of his lips against your oversensitive folds.

"Delicious," he murmurs again, drawing back and nipping playfully at the hand tangled in his hair.

Maybe it's his blood, redoubling your libido, but even as you shudder with overstimulation, you need more- you need him.

You tug plaintively at his shirt, and he strips it off, smirking as your eyes rove over the newly exposed skin. Of course, he can feel your need through the blood bond, fanning the flames of his own arousal, but he waits for you to articulate what you want, leaning back on his haunches to admire how debauched you look, imagining the various ways he might have you, here, on his throne...

"Eric..."

Your fingers trace his chest, following the sculpted lines of his stomach down to his belt buckle, and lower still, until you're gripping his hard length through the fabric of his trousers.

You can feel his gaze burning into you, but you're not sure what to say- you're not sure what you want, except...

"Eric..." you repeat, glancing up at him through your eyelashes, and he whispers your name back at you, inquiringly, teasingly, cocking his head to the side.

Oh, so that's how it's going to be?

You squeeze harder, and watch as Eric bites his lip in response- but he still doesn't budge, so you lean forward and crash your lips against his.

Eric is only too happy to oblige, cupping your face, pressing forward between your thighs, parting his lips so that you can taste yourself on his tongue, mingled with the taste of him... until you pull back, breathless with need.

"I want to ride you."

The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them. It's not a request you'd normally make, but suddenly it's all you can think about.

Eric's hard length parting your oversensitive folds... His fingers digging into your hips, helping you to keep a steady rhythm, while you rake your nails down his chest, tracing the curve of his lower lip with your thumb as his mouth falls open in pleasure...

The images that race through your mind race through Eric's by extension, transmitted through the blood bond as pure sensation; ghosts of the imaginings to which your body is responding.

And Eric doesn't hesitate to make them reality.

Once again, your positions are abruptly reversed. Now Eric is naked on the throne, and you are kneeling before him.

He leans back, settling languidly into the throne, and watches you strip off your dress and bra, before taking his cock into your mouth, as deep as you can manage, making up for what you can't handle with your closed fist.

The fingers of his left hand come to rest on the back of your head, threading through your hair, while his right traces your exposed skin, following the line of your neck and shoulders, admiring the faint bluish mark that his fangs left behind.

But Eric's composure quickly slips as you continue to suck and lick at his cock, one hand falling to rest on his own muscled thigh, clenching and unclenching, while his other occasionally tugs at your hair. You adjust your movements to match these gestures and the hitches in his breath, and don't stop until every inch of him is dripping with your saliva.

Then you straddle him, pressing the tip of his cock against your dripping folds, still sensitive from his tongue, and hold yourself there, steadying your breathing, feeling the tip of his cock throb against your entrance...

Eric's fingers grip your hips like a vice, and at your nod he starts guiding you down, inch by inch- but he stops every time your eyes flutter closed, only letting you take in more of him when you're holding his gaze.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Such is the sum of both your thoughts- sinful expletives, sprinkled with each other's names- as Eric fills you and you start to move, up and down, up and down...

The friction is too delicious, and you're already close- it's not long before Eric has to take over, keeping your pace steady as you writhe for him in pleasure, your insides spasming around his cock.

It's too much, but Eric doesn't stop, lifting you up and sliding you down his length, and kissing your breasts, shoulders, cheeks- every inch of you he can reach- while you ride out your orgasm.

But the moment you come down from your high, Eric spins you around and starts bottoming out at his pace, one hand threading through your hair, tipping your head to the side and pulling you flush against his chest. His other hand starts by squeezing your neck- not too tight, but just long enough to leave you gasping for air- then moves on to cupping your breasts, toying with each nipple in turn, before finally sliding down to rub your clit in tight, fast circles, ruthlessly bringing you toward the brink of another orgasm.

That's when you hear the tell-tale click of Eric's fangs dropping- but this time, when he buries them in your neck, you feel only pleasure, and the sudden spike is enough to push the both of you over the edge.

You feel a flood of warmth in your lower belly, a trickle of warmth down your neck, Eric's cock pulsing inside of you...

You slump forward, but Eric catches you, and lifts you slowly, deliciously off of his cock, which rebounds against his abs with a wet slap, still hard and slick with your combined fluids.

He sets you down on his thigh, draping your legs over the armrest, and noses at your cheek until you look at him.

When you do, Eric murmurs your name before kissing you, tenderly, softly, his fingers gently tracing the curves of your body, as if to ingrain them in his memory.

Then he presses his lips to your forehead, tucks your head under his chin, and simply holds you against his chest in a gentle embrace, listening to your heartbeat.

*******************************************

You're not sure how long you lie there, half-asleep and utterly spent, before you feel Eric turn to glance at the wall behind the bar.

A moment later, he asks, "Can you walk?"

You mumble incoherently and shift against his chest, gripping his wrist as if to hold him in place. With any luck, you'll never have to move again.

Of course, there's no hope of that. Eric chuckles and removes your fingers with ease, threading them through his own and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

"I'll take that as a 'no'."

There is a pause, just long enough to lull you back to the brink of sleep, so that Eric's amused voice seems to reach you from miles away.

"The thing is... we open in five minutes."

That wakes you up. You jolt upright- only to find yourself sitting on the throne alone, still fully naked, with Eric now kneeling on the floor before you, smartly dressed and casually slicking back his hair.

"Is this how you intend to greet your subjects, my lady?" he asks, in that same subservient tone from before, but with a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. "Or do you need help getting dressed?"

There's no time for a witty retort, or to search for your panties, as you hear the door to Fangtasia rattle. You stumble to your feet with an undignified yelp and run for Eric's office, scooping up your dress and bra as you go and slamming the door behind you.

A moment later, you hear Pam's muffled voice call out, "Eric? Are you done in there yet? People are lining up!"

Mortified, you duck down and frantically pull on your clothes, mentally cursing the blond vampire- make that your blond vampire- as he chuckles to himself and unlocks the door, before taking his seat on the throne.

#Reader insert #Eric Northman x reader #Eric Northman smut #eric northman imagine

[imagine-you]

Waiting For the Sun To Go Down chp. 11 [Eric Northman/Reader]

Summary: You thought vampires coming out of the coffin was the most excitement you would ever experience after you moved to Dallas, but it turned out to only be the start. Between your friendship with Godric, your reluctant move back to Bon Temps after your grandma's passing, and a serial killer on the loose, you were beginning to wonder if your life would ever be anything approaching normal ever again. Of course, you also never expected that once you met Godric's progeny, Eric Northman, you would also find yourself falling in love.

Chapter Word Count: 5.7k

Chapter Eleven

taglist: @mysticalfuncollectorus @nightsbite @virginalsacrifice @maliceex59 @stilestotherescue @princesssterek

#eric northman #true blood #eric northman imagine #eric northman x reader #eric northman x you #true blood imagine #true blood x reader #reader insert #imagine #reader #waiting for the sun to go down fic #my fic

[leftingbadly]

both. | godric of gaul, eric northman

A spin-off piece from Between Blood and Barren Homes where you, Eric, and Godric explore your new, developing relationship.

Pairing: Godric/Eric Northman x OFC/You

Rating: 18+

-;

There are so many ways this could have started. 

With a kiss?

With a push?

Maybe with anger, yes. Definitely with anger. But it was the sort of anger frustration was made out of, the sort desperation reeks of. You know?

Maybe Eric started it first. Oh, Eric started it first

One day when you’re in your room, and you’d come back from swimming, or you’d gotten out of the shower and the entire room reeked of you– your body wash, your hair oils and shampoo, your body lotion. God, Eric steps one foot into the hallway outside of your bedroom door and he can smell how sweet you are. He can hear you on your bed, taking care of your hair, he’s so attuned to you in that moment that he can hear the very strands of it moving

And he comes to you, because God, how could he not?

It hadn’t been like this at first.

He had hated you at first, as he did all things. But now…

He had told himself over the past weeks that you were just a means to an end, whatever it took to keep his Maker alive, whatever it took to see that Godric didn’t meet the sun– he paid your price, he kept you safe, he did it all

And in doing so, he fell in love with the woman that you are

And oh, the woman that you are

So he comes into your room under false pretences, and he tells you it’s dangerous tonight, because there had been a meeting held, and foreign vampires were in the area. And he looks at you as he says this, in his black tank top, and his cheeks are flushed and you can tell, you can tell, that he’d just fed. Because there was that look in his eye that he always got, a man satisfied, a man sated, a man ready to suck the blood out of the world– and he was staring at you 

“What?” The woman asked. Her legs crossed, a bathrobe wrapped tightly around her body. She had become accustomed to this, being so vulnerable around the place now. In a home full of vampires it wasn’t hard to be reminded that you were at the mercy of their wills. 

“What?” Eric’s voice taut, snapping, despite the kindness he had been predicting all these weeks. He was on the verge of something he couldn’t name. A foreign wind blowing him off an unknown cliff. Towards you, towards you, towards you

“Despite me giving most of my attention to your Maker, as per your request, Eric, I can still tell when things are off with other vampires too. You know?”

His feet bring him forward towards you, as though your words are a lasso around his neck. Step, step, step– and there he was standing before you. Your neck craned up, up, up– fuck, how tall was this man?

“What do you see?”

There were those words again, 

Often, often, often would you have heard it from Godric’s mouth

“Tell me what you see.”

It meant: tell me there is more to me than the monster I had made

It meant: tell me that you do see more man in me than that

It meant: Tell me you know that I will not hurt you 

“What do you want me to see?” The woman asked. She was careful. She knew the dance. Unlike with Godric, one could not so easily tell Eric Northman he too wore his emotions in his eyes. That same glint, that same wound. 

Eric remained quiet as he stared at you. His eyes fixed on the small bump of skin on your neck. You were right there, your throat was right there, but he couldn’t. 

He swallowed hard and he stepped back.

“You’re taking care of Godric.”

But it meant: I see the way my Maker looks at you 

It meant: I see the way you look at him 

Because despite the man he was, oh, the man he was, Eric Northman would not feed or kiss or fuck the woman his Maker held so closely to him

But why…

Why was she staring up at him like that?

Why was she standing up?

Please, please don’t stand up

Fuck, she was walking towards him.

And why did her hand have to feel so soft? And why did the ghost of a heart thrum in his chest where she touched it? Fuck, fuck, fuck–

“You look like you could use some care too, in your long life.”

-

“I want to taste her.” Eric’s request was simple, and you damn near died when Godric pulled himself away. And the woman’s eyes followed his, as it looked away from her to his progeny behind her head, and she could do nothing but grind and whimper as Eric stuck his tongue into his Maker’s mouth, stealing the blood Godric had taken from you.

#Godric #True blood #Godric imagine #godric x ofc #godric x reader #godric true blood #southern vampire mysteries #true blood imagines #vampire #vampires #fanfiction #writing #angst #eric northamn #eric northman x reader #eric northman x ofc #eric northman imagine #eric northman smut #godric smut

[chloe-skywalker]

I started watching "True Blood" on Hulu

The first season I was like WTF is going on? WTF am I watching?

Then I was like oh now it's getting really good and I looked back to see where I felt it went good and I was like oh season 2 lol.

I have fallen in love with the Eric Northman character.

I wasn't sure I was gonna like this show or have a character I really liked but Eric grew on me and I really like him.

I've been reading all the fanfiction I can find on him! I read over 600 things in day this past week tumblr gave me a badge for it lol.

I just don't know if I can wrote for him he's just so new and I love him to much at the moment.

But would anyone be interested if I wrote for him?

#imagines #imagine #x reader #y/n #tru blood #true blood #eric northman x reader #eric northman #true blood imagine #true blood imagines #tru blood imagine #tru blood imagines #eric northman imagine #eric northman imagines #vampires #tru #true #blood #viking #bom temp #shreveport #x y/n #lousiana #fangtasia #pam #sookie stackhouse #jason stackhouse #bill compton #godric

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: Eric’s hot.

Sookie: He’s dangerous.

Y/N: That just makes him hotter.

#true blood #true blood imagine #true blood drabble #true blood prompt #true blood headcanon #true blood incorrect quotes #true blood funny #eric northman imagine #eric northman #eric northman drabble #sookie stackhouse #eric northman headcanon #eric northman one shot #eric northman fluff #eric northman x reader

[kahuunknown]

Prized Beast - True Blood Eric Northman fanfic

!NOTE!: (18+), inspiration from TRUE BLOOD TV Show, Eric Northman x male reader, Male-reader/(Y/N) is replaced with alternative terms.

~~~

Eric couldn’t help it, usually he wasn’t so sentimental or wondrous about sex, but the little beast beneath him was nothing short of beautiful. He couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing the expanse of the muscled back rippling and arching before him, each push and pull earning a new shape and curve to that untouched skin. Colour a gorgeous olive tan, a shade blessed and kissed by the sun, it was warm and familiar- the same kind of skin tone of viking women during the long-summer. It was soft, velvet and youthfully delicate. Stretchy and forgiving to his rougher nature.

Eric groaned lowly, eyes flickering briefly to the back of his head, as he realised his nails had dug through and pierced the boy’s smaller body and drawn a flavour unlike any other. It smelt warm, satly like the sea of his origin, earthy like the sandelwood of forests- but sweet, if only naturally. Like vanilla bean and fruit. Juicy. His Tiger smelt like home. Natural and untampered. Pure and his alone.

Eric moaned obscenely as a hand left the boy’s hip to gift his tongue with the pleasure of tasting the treat he’d stained his own fingers with, cutting his own flesh in the hurry of consuming such an addiction. Fangs in the way, but all of Eric’s self control had left him hours ago, instincts ruled him and his horny bloodlust wouldn’t let him calm.

His beast usually waited until near dawn to arrive, but tonight had been different. Eric had smelt him, heard that rapid animal heart-beat, well before the young man had even neared the establishment. But he waited, patiently so.

For that grumpy expression to become expossed to his ocean eyes, for that pout to rile his excitement, for those yellow feline-eyes to seduce him. Eric waited, for he was no new fledgling, he was old and experienced in the art and reward of waiting. Godric had instilled the importance of such a lesson and Eric would never forget something so valuable.

Then, there he was. Tucked into a hoody much to large- it was his, and Eric relished in the fact that his scent was prominant and consuming the boy properly. Eric felt a wave of pride fill him, as not only was the little beast uncaring of other vampire- He was loyal, Eric preened. But he was also respecting the rule Eric had fussed over, others needed to know who the shifter belonged to. Who owned him.

The beginnings of a purr was igniting within Eric’s throat, especially as his beast neared him. He could now see black combat pants, with pockets that Eric could sense was filled with something silver- always the cautious little boy. Good.

The red glimmer of an earring, and Eric couldn’t stop himself from smiling smugly- his clever beast had thought of the idea. To have some of his blood on hand, safely and inconspicously hidden within the small vile of an innocent earring. Never used. But it made Eric feel better during his day-absence.

But this night, right... yes, Eric recalls, it was unusual.

He was practically vibrating with the hum leaving his lips as arms curled around his boy’s waist and hugged him close. That made his Tiger’s expression now available to him, the shifter looked conflicted- but with eyes blown so wide, Eric knew things were progressing smoothly. Sexuality didn’t mean much to a vampire... But his beast was a hesitant soul, stuck in the mindset of human tradition which had been imprinted. Eric was quick to fight such thoughts, battle it with force and persuasion. While his work wasn’t yet complete, Eric knew he had won something when the boy chose him. This night, his Tiger had confided reluctantly to him. And this was a change.

Eric rumbles at the brilliant hotness of his creature, so warm, so comforting. Like access to a sun away from suns. His own personal source of the long forgotten but well-missed heat of the day. The new position granted Eric the expanse of throbbing skin to his mouth, neck expossed and vulnerable to an attack which was undoubtly going to occur.

“My pet, this is unusual of you.” Eric chimes, eyeing his property stood before him. The eyes of some still lingered, but most were too caught up in lust, alcohol or simply the desire to move with the music. His pet looked uncomfortable, but in actuality, Eric was already well aware of this fact. He could sense the emotion from the blood bond. But he could not decipher why...

His Tiger’s expression remained bored, but Eric knew better, his grumpy kitten couldn’t fool him. But others were not so privy to understanding the subtleties of his prized possession.

“I need your help.”

It was but a whisper, soft and sweet. Embarrassment know flooded the bond and Eric was eager to understand why. Why, why, why? This was so highly unexpected. His shifter was a strong supernatural- humans were mostly no threat to him... And Eric had already honored his side of the bargin. So no other supernatural’s should bother the young boy further, unless, they had? But even then... He was confident his boy was powerful enough.

Of course, Pam was by their side in an instant, just as surprised and delighted to hear such words fall from lips as tightly sealed as their resident Tiger’s maw.

“Did I hear correctly?” She teased, silently urging him to repeat himself.

But Eric waved her back to her duties quickly at the massive spike of anxiety that clouded his bond, now even he was worried. She huffed with a frown, but rolled her eyes dramatically and did as she was told.

Standing, Eric allowed himself to briefly marvel the difference in height, shiver as those feline gold eyes followed him. Fuck, those damn eyes- they had such power over him, but he’d never let their owner know that.

“Come.” Eric ordered, “Let’s speak in the office.”

Relief came... Eric wondered what this was all about. Easily dividing the crowd, and while some humans watched with envy and jealousy, many of the vampires present understood that the Tiger was his. And that was to be respected, and reason enough, to earn priority from his duties on display as Sheriff and business-owner. They bowed their heads, and averted their eyes.

The door closed swiftly behind the shifter, and Eric found himself holding the boy still as his nose dotted about the mortal’s form. Hands patting down the smaller for injuries he perhaps wasn’t capable of detecting. The beast waited patiently, not stopping Eric until the vampire was satisfied. Head pressing against a warm chest, Eric concentrated on the heart beat once more, double checking that it was healthy and normal. It was a little fast, but otherwise fine. He frowned, stepping back.

“I-...”

“You’re temperature has risen, and your heart beats quickly. But nothing is wrong...” Eric mumbles.

“I’m fine.” His pet assured before pausing, “Mostly.”

“What is it?”

“It’s me.” The shifter admitted through clenched teeth. He looked and felt unhappy to be sharing anything with Eric, and yet the boy continued. “I’m a shifter.”

“Yes. I’m aware.” Eric mused, perhaps he was over thinking things?

“I’m omega.” It was added, swiftly and beyond quietly. Eric was sure that without his enhanced hearing, no creature would be able to detect something so silent and muffled. But he heard it. And he didn’t dare ask his Tiger to repeat such a declaration. The implication was enough. A spark of greed clouded Eric’s mind as he knew how incredably rare such a beast was- but he restrained himself.

No wonder the Tiger had trouble with other shifters (Were’s included). The boy was a walking, talking magnet. Valuable to every supernatural creature. Of course... Eric pondered. His boy was an excellent tracker, had given abilities that exceeded regular shifters and... those damn eyes. Eric nearly hit himself, those golden orbs were a dead give away.

“You-“ Eric paused, “You said you needed my help.”

The shifter nodded his head, “Normally, I’d figure this out on my own... But-“ He cut himself off, the little beast was unable to finish that sentence and Eric knew exactly why. His night has gone from boring to electric in mere minutes.

“I understand.” Eric assured, picking his words carefully. His chest puff up upon hearing the further loyalty in his tiger’s words (or lack of/implication). “I’ll help you.”

His Tiger’s shoulders slumped, and while there’s still a lingering nervousness and anxiousness, there is undoubtedly a type of relief paired with disgust. Eric ignored that last feeling, for he’d overcome it eventually.

“Is it tonight?”

He nods, and Eric is glad for the excuse to abandon Fangtasia.

Eric raises a palm to press against his big cat’s cheek, the boy doesn’t have the curouge to meet his eyes, but Eric can feel how despite the still rather grumpy expression, the Tiger presses into the touch. It wasn’t going to be their first time together, but it would be memerable and would change their dynamic.

So here he was. Fucking his dear omega prize.

Eric knew it was said to be special sleeping with an omega during heat, but the occassion was so rare that even Godric had not experienced such a thing. Still, he would disagree. It was so much more than special. It was otherworldly.

It felt like the perfect balance between man and women. And finally (aside from fellow vampires), Eric found a partner able to compete with his sexual stamina. Fuck, the little tiger just felt so very good. Unlike anything. He tasted brighter. He sounded pretty. He moved animalistically.

“You know, I’m offended I wasn’t invited.” Pam drawls.

Eric hadn’t even heard her. Hadn’t noticed her at all. Too focused on feeling everything, hearing everything, tasting everything. It scared him that Pam was able to do such a thing. So much so, that he initially snapped and hissed at her. Bearing down upon his dazed shufter and crushing the poor boy beneath him in an instinctually protective stance.

Pam seemed shocked as well, but then the scent hit her. And she forgot about Eric’s posessiveness, and moaned at the taste in the air, fangs shooting out uncontrolled.

“Is he?”

“Yes.” Eric croaked, “My tiger appears to have been keeping a rather serious secret from us.”

“I can’t believe he smells so damn good.” Pam hums.

“He feels even better.” Eric rasps, pushing himself up to better allow Pam to see the blissed and sex-drunk state of Eric’s dear beasty. And removing the protective stance he’d been displaying. There was no need if it were just his child, his progeny.

“Fuck.” She swears, biting a lip. Rounding the bed, she drags her done-up nails upon the shifter’s scalp. Tugging his locks of midnight hair in order to further expose the pretty face behind. Feline eyes dilate before expanding once more. He looked wild, Pam noted. Untamed despite the circumstance. Those hands were gripping at the sheets with white knuckles, in fact, she might’ve seen those precious talons of his extended and digging into the material. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to be in this position... be with a man. Be wanted by men.

Pam nearly laughed at the irony. Oh how she wished she’d found the pussy cat herself, claimed him for herself. He’d have been happier then, but Eric would win this war, she had no doubt about that. The Tifer would succum to the Viking, submit to him fully in due time.

Unable to remain still any longer, Eric resumes his rythum of thrusting once more. And his shifter wheezes at the quick pace, but Pam silences him with her mouth. Bring the omega into a sloppy kiss. Her tongue traced those cute little pointed canines of his, while her own fangs threatened to draw blood. But she knew Eric wouldn’t be happy about that, she knew that tasting the omega was only a matter of time. Still it was hard to resist such a temptation before her.

Pulling away, Pam gives the special shifter’s cheek a quick peck. She briefly gazes at her Maker, whom looks to have returned to a daze of lust. Perhaps, she’d join in next time. Trotting away, Pam wanders in the direction of her coffin. The day would join them soon.

Eric and and his newly discovered Omega had been at it for hours, but dawn quickly began presenting itself. Pam’s interupting them was evidence of that fact, she didn’t like to be in the basement without appropriate need. Eric near roared as he climaxed, fangs extended and showing off their might. Lengthier and more prominant due to his age and power.

Calming himself, and steadying a non-beating heart, Eric examines his little beast carefully. The Tiger was near passed out, but his body responded appropriately regardless, still wanting more. Bruises and bites littered the boy black and blue. And while there was pride in such ownership, Eric knew it was only fair to heal the omega.

Biting his wrist, mortal lips numbly suckle at the blood. Not much is needed, and his feline doesn’t drink more than is nessessary, he takes what he is given. He’s a good pet, Eric nearly coos.

He’d never let the boy stay with him during day-rest before. Of course, the Tiger had guarded the room from time-to-time, but Eric knew at this stage that the boy was little threat to him. Nor did he ever suspect his shifter had the intentions to harm himself or Pam.

Simply rolling to his side, Eric curled around his dear tiger and allowed sleep to take him into a temporary death. Together in deeper manner than ever before. This new revelation made Eric ponder the changes he could make to his future endeavours. But it also made him debate his level of possessiveness, as of course, should anyone discover such information, it would be remarkably dangerous for not just his pet- but to him and Pam, as well.

Love was not an emotion Eric would ever be capable of understand, nor any vampire really, but he liked his little beast. He really liked his dear Shifter, and for now, that was all that mattered to a mind as old as his own.

#eric northman #eric northman smut #true blood #pam ravenscroft #true blood smut #eric northman x oc #eric northman x reader #eric northman gay #eric northman x male #eric northman imagine #eric northman oneshot #true blood oneshot #Eric northman x male reader #male reader #male-insert #omega #ABO #supernatural

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Nasty • Eric Northman

Plot: I read this eric smut of them fucking on a throne. (made by @masterjasper223 ) this is going to be an inspiration from that

Pairing: Eric Northman x Male!OC (Name: Hex)

Warnings: Explicit Content, Vampire x Human, NSFW, Blood Kink, Dom & Sub Dynamic, Pre Bottom Surgery, FtM, Self Masturbation, Praise, Worship, Slight Public Sex, Slight Possession.

Word Count: 2,173

Extras: Hex’s outfit: - Eric has long hair

Song: Nasty (Extended Version) - Russ

“Listen, there’s nothing like that

moan when the tip’s in.”

————————————————

hex was new to the whole vampire scene as his parents always made sure to scare him with lies about the blood suckers.

his family have always been on conservative side when it comes to vampires which is why they moved down to Bon Tomp back when hex was small. that was of course before vampires started appearing in the small town.

of course, hex ended up befriending sookie stakehouse about two weeks of living in the small town and the two have been inseparable since. his parents didn’t mind at all, to them sookie had always been a good role model to hex.

if only they knew where hex was now because of sookie.

bill and sookie had been summoned by their sheriff and hex simply wanted to go along for the ride… and to see eric of course. sookie knew that but didn’t say anything about it and eventually convinced bill to take him with them.

hex wasn’t exactly good at hiding about his little crush on eric. everyone could see how the boy looked at him or how hex would freeze up anytime eric spoke to him. eric even noticed but for the most part brushed it off. he didn’t have time to waste on a human, even if that said human intrigued him more than he care to admit.

the boy was currently sitting in the main room of fangtasia alone while eric and the others were off somewhere else discussing plans. hex had no interest in learning said plans since he always ends up being thrown head first in situations as it was.

his mind started to wander a bit as he looked around the bar, his eyes stopping on eric’s throne. quickly he made his way to sit in it and smiled triumphantly while pretending to be the king of the bar.

hex thought how eric spent most his nights in this chair and he sort of got excited at the thought. how eric would sit so comfortably in his chair.

thoughts of hex straddling eric while he sat on the chair filled his mind. grinding lightly while eric’s hands moved to rub his sides and eventually moving to grab his ass. hex let out a small groan at the thought of eric’s hands.

“fuck, eric.” hex breathed while his hand moved to take off pants before moving to rub on his clit that was still covered by his panties.

he didn’t think anyone would be coming back into the main room anytime soon, nevertheless he should make this quick.

hex continued tease himself all while imagining eric’s fingers doing magic on his body. his mind was filled with different fantasies of the tall, blonde vampire. eventually hex got tired of the teasing and needed more. he moved his fingers past the panties and moved fast circles directly on his clit.

rapids, quiet moans left his lips as his back arched against the back rest of the throne. hex’s entire lower half was basically out on display for anyone to see but that added to the excitement.

his head was leaned back against the back rest, his eyes closed right as he felt himself nearing the edge of his orgasm.

“well this is an interesting sight. i knew i heard something, but this wasn’t what i expected to see.” a calm yet amused voice filled the room which caused hex to sit straight up and cross his legs tightly close. a deep blush filling his entire face while his entire body shook with nerves. hex couldn’t bring himself to look at eric.

hex quickly got up from the throne and proceeded to say sorry endlessly. “i’m so sorry eric! i don’t know what came over me! let me clean it up for you! or i could just leave if you want me too! i’m so sorr-“ hex rambled but was cut off by the tall vampire moving directly in front of him and moving to grasp hex’s chin to make hex look up at him.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop, did you hear me say stop?” eric looked into hex’s eyes while licking his lips slightly. hex’s mouth grew dry at his words. there was no way this was happening right now.

“b-but i- you? why?” was all hex could muster up. eric let out a quick chuckle at this.

“i do not need to share my reasons with a human. besides, i don’t think you would mind too much. now, back to what you were doing.” eric commanded which hex obeyed quickly.

he made his way back to the throne and removed his pants again before continuing doing circles on his clit. previous actions quickly left his mind as he fell close to the edge once more.

once eric sensed that hex was close, he quickly moved to put himself between his legs, head level with hex’s entrance. he wasted no time moving hex’s fingers and replaced them with his tongue and his own fingers.

hex’s eyes flew open at the sensation and looked down at eric between his legs. eric’s tongue was like magic as he knew exactly all the right spots that would drive hex over the edge. the sight was godly to hex, he never thought that he would have the eric northman between his legs.

“eric i’m gonna-“ hex moaned out.

“cum for me, my prince.” eric looked up quickly to admire hex’s face that looked like was on the verge of tears from the pleasure. hex looked handsomely delicious. the thought of hex being in so much pleasure filled eric with such pleasure and excitement he hasn’t felt before. all he knew was that he wanted to always make hex feel this good.

eric’s words caused hex to spill over the edge with a rather loud, breathy moan. eric enthusiastically drank up all the juices before moving to look up at hex.

“you taste absolutely mesmerizing.” hex blushed at eric’s words and looked away. he was mainly flustered but the lingering question of why is eric taking such an interest him now?

“are you okay, prince? your face looks confused.” eric asked which pulled hex from his thought.

“it’s just- you’ve had no interest in me before now. why now?” eric looked away quickly before turning back towards hex.

“truth is, i’ve always found you interesting. i just never wanted to explore that. humans have little meaning to me anymore, and i didn’t want to waste my time on you. then seeing you on my throne, i just have to make you mine.” their eye contact was tense for a moment before hex leaned in and kissed eric.

eric quickly depended the kiss so their tongues could be together. eric vamped the two so hex was now straddling his lap and his hands were on hex’s butt. hex’s hands moved to feel eric’s chest while moving his head down to kiss alone his neck and collar bones.

eric’s fangs sprung free from his arousal which caused him to turn his head away out of respect for hex. hex felt his head move away which caused him to pull away from eric’s neck and turn to look at eric.

hex took eric’s chin in his hand and turned him to look at him before moving his fingers to trace the fangs lightly. “they’re so pretty. you can bite me if you want.” hex consented.

eric took hex’s hand that was tracing his fangs into his own hand and kissed it softly. he kissed it down to his wrist before puncturing the soft skin and sucking softly. hex let out a low moan at the pain before lightly grinding down on eric.

eric moved his free hand down hex’s exposed entrance and rubbed his clit once more which earned more whimpers from the boy on his lap.

hex started to feel light headed from both pleasure and the loss of blood. eric noticed and quickly removed his fangs from his wrist. blood dripped down his chin as he leaned in to kiss hex again.

hex pulled eric’s hand away from his clit once he felt close, “eric- mm- i want to feel you in me when i-i cum.” he said between whimpers as eric’s lips did magic along his neck.

“fuck me eric! right on your throne!” hex begged. eric obliged his request, he moved to remove hex’s shirt, leaving him completely naked, before vamping to move them again. hex’s back was now against eric’s throne while eric was above him, pinning him against the chair.

eric lower his pants and boxers which allowed hex to see eric’s cock. it was around seven inches long and had to be around four inches in width. hex was going to struggle to walk later but he didn’t mind, all he cared about right now was how he wanted to feel eric in him.

eric slowly moved to put his tip in and watched as hex’s face contorted from pain to pleasure. the sight could make eric cum right then and there. hex was the closest thing he could ever get to seeing heaven.

“more, please, fuck!” hex moaned to which eric granted. he pushed himself in all the way and let hex breathe a moment before slowly thrusting.

eric groaned at the feeling of hex’s walls clenching around him, the warmth of hex’s pussy traveled through his body, leaving him breathless.

“jesus fuck, you feel like heaven itself. i haven’t felt this good in centuries, my prince.” eric moaned while quickening his pace. his head dipping down into hex’s neck where he bite into the flesh to draw blood and to mark hex as his.

eric continued to do this three more times, one on the other side of his neck, then two more on each side of his collarbones. hex moaned louder each time eric’s fangs punctured his skin. hex’s blood began to flow down his chest which eric licked up somewhat. he wanted most of the blood to mix in with hex’s other fluids.

hex began to feel close to his climax for the umpteenth time. he couldn’t use his words as his brain was jumbled from all the pleasure and pain. instead he moved his hands up to grasp onto eric’s shoulders, nails digging into the cold skin.

his whimpers became more sporadic and frantic which made eric chuckle with satisfaction. “good god, look at you. you’re doing such a good job. taking me like this, i bet this is the best you’ve gotten. come on prince, cum for me. cum all over my throne so people know i pleasured you this good.”

the two made eye contact which made hex blush. eric’s thrusts became sloppy as he too was reaching his climax. hex decided he wanted to wait to cum with eric. he wanted to feel eric’s warmth fill him up as he let his own fluids go.

he didn’t have to wait long, eric reached his end. one hand gripping the back of his throne while the other moved to grip hex’s hips closer to him as he released all of himself inside of hex.

hex released his juices with a loud moan and his hands digging even deeper into eric’s shoulder, drawing blood.

the two stayed in their positions for a few minutes until they heard footsteps. eric quickly vamped to put his shirt on hex which was large enough to cover his body. eric moved them so hex was now sitting back on his lap, back facing him, as the two looked at pam, bill, and sookie that returned from where ever they were.

hex was a blushing mess as he tried to make himself look smaller in eric’s lap, he knew he’d be hearing about this later from both bill and sookie.

“well, looks and smells like the two of you had fun. i’m not cleaning that up.” pam said in regular monotone voice. bill was looking away out of respect for hex while sookie was holding back a laugh.

“well i’ll be damned hex, you actually got eric’s attention.” she laughed. “anyways, bill and i are heading back, it’ll be dawn soon. you coming with us or… going back for round two?” she joked.

“sookie!” hex groaned and hit his face in his hands. eric chuckled at this and lightly pecked hex’s forehead.

“round two sounds like it could be fun, what do you say sweetheart? want to stay for round two?” eric half joked. hex only groaned in a response.

————————————————

“Good god, look at you,

you’re doing such a good job.”

#eric northman #eric northman smut #true blood #sookie stackhouse #pam ravenscroft #bill compton #true blood smut #eric northman x oc #eric northman x reader #eric northman gay #eric northman x male #eric northman imagine #eric northman oneshot #true blood oneshot #true blood imagine #Spotify

[stevesharrlngtons]

true blood

eric northman

drabbles.

untitled drabble #1 

you need the credit card

untitled drabble #2 

hot tub sweetness 

untitled drabble #3

eric takes matters into his own hands

#eric northman imagine #eric northman x reader #eric northman fanfiction #stevesharrlngtons writes

[holylulusworld]

Blood Rush (1) - First Meeting

Summary: You are no one to mess with. And you hate vampires.

Pairing: Eric Northman x FBIAgent!Reader

Warnings: language, the reader hate vampires, talk about crimes/criminals, cocky Eric, a hint of breaking and entering, a hint of fluff, tension, enemies to lovers trope, Eric tries to get what he wants

A/N: Here we go with a mini-series about my fav vampire.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Part 1/?

“Why do you want me to spend the first night in town at a vampire bar? I’m not some fangbanger, Sookie. You asked me to fly here only for you to drag me into a bar,” you roll your eyes at the name of the bar. “Fangtasia, seriously? That’s the worst name for a bar ever.”

“Y/N, please. I need to talk to the owner. Don’t mess with him. If he wants to, he can ban Bill. I don’t want to lose him,” Sookie pleads.

“I can’t believe you wasted your virginity on some sucker,” you’re still shocked about Sookie’s recent revelations. Not only did she let Bill Compton fuck her, but she’s also his girlfriend and it makes you want to puke all over her sundress.

“I love him,” you shrug as she ushers you inside the bar. “Please, help me here. Bill is gone for almost a week. He left town by Eric’s order. I need to know if he’s safe.”

“His order? What is he? Some fucking major among the vampires?”

“He’s a vampire sheriff, okay. He has the saying when it comes to vampires, and anything involving them in this place,” your friend tries to explain. “I’m worried about Bill.”

“Fine, whatever,” you reluctantly walk into the bar, hating there are girls all over some suckers. You turn your head as one of the girls starts to grind into one of the bastard’s crotches. “I hate it here already. You better hurry up.”

“Y/N, I need you to stay at the bar, have a drink, and watch my back. Call for help if something goes awry.”

“Seriously? You walk into a bar owned by a fucking vampire sheriff wearing nothing but a sundress. You don’t even have a stake and want me to what? Come to your aid?”

“You’re a cop,” Sookie interjects. “You help people, right?”

“Not even close,” sighing deeply you look at the bartender who grits her teeth, “I’m an FBI agent, Sookie. My job description doesn’t include killing vampires. Even though, I’d like to get rid of these…monsters.”

“They are not all monsters,” biting your tongue you hold back all the things you want to tell your friend about vampires. “Bill is a good man. He didn’t ask to be turned.”

“I just...” you rub your forehead. “Okay, let’s get this over with. I got my gun with me, but this will only slow him down. I got like 30 shots. It won’t stop them all but cause a lot of chaos.”

“You want to shoot them?” Sookie whispers. “Y/N, you can’t just shoot them. They are vampires…”

“If they attack you or me, I got the right to shoot them,” you shrug. “You dragged me into this shit, Sookie. I’m not going to let one of those fuckers bite me, babe. I’m not against kinky sex but this doesn’t include getting bitten or sucked dry.”

“It can be very…arousing and intimate,” this time you scrunch up your nose. You don’t want to hear any details about Sookie’s sex life with her vampire lover.

“Sook, that is enough. I don’t need to hear any details about your sex life, or things involving your boyfriend’s teeth,” you warn. “Go to that douche and ask him about your Bill. I’ll be waiting for you at the bar and have some water.”

“Water?” she asks, quirking a brow. “This is a bar.”

“A bar owned by, and filled with vampires. I won’t drink alcohol while some suckers want to have a taste of more than my pussy,” your friend makes a face as you lazily lean against the bar counter to check the bar out.

A habit since you got to know about vampires and the things lurking in the dark. As if serial killers, rapists, and all the other scum you hunt down are not enough.

“Just wait here,” she makes her way through the masses, to meet up with Eric. You watch him turn his head to eye Sookie up and down. He smirks, as she says something you can’t hear. The vampire dips his head, eyes drifting toward you at the bar counter.

“Do you want something…stronger?” the bartender tries to get your attention. “You know, if you are interested in getting to know one of us better—”

“Not interested,” you grit out. It takes anything in you to not break one of the chairs and ram a stake in as many chests as possible. What you would give to just give in to the urge to lose control.

“All of the girls coming here want the full vampire experience,” she places a drink next to your water, snickering as you shove it aside. It will remain untouched, just like the water you ordered.

“Well, I’m not. If you would just take care of the other guests. My friend will be back in a minute, and I’ll be gone.”

“Your loss,” she shrugs. “I would’ve shown you a good time, darling.”

“Right,” you sarcastically say. “Sorry, I’m not into getting sucked dry in a dingy bar. Find some fangbanger.”

Your eyes are trained on the blonde vampire talking to your friend. He nods, now and then, all the while his face remains stoic. It seems he’s rather bored as his eyes drift toward you.

Sookie suddenly turns on her heels to storm toward you. She chokes on her tears as she calls your name. “We should go. He can’t help us.”

“He can’t or doesn’t want to help you?” you ask, wiping her tears off her cheeks. “Sookie?”

“Eric acted as if he doesn’t know anything,” she sniffles. “He laughed as I told him that I’m worried about Bill. We should head back and try—”

“Sookie, take the keys. Go to my car, lock the doors, and wait for me,” you hand Sookie your keys and phone. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, you’ll call my partner.” You show her your partner’s number. “Tell him vampires got me.”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” she panics a little as you waltz toward Eric. Sookie swallows thickly. She glances at the phone and keys in her hands. “I’ll be waiting outside then.”

“You will tell me everything you know about Bill Compton’s whereabouts or else I’ll,” it looks like everyone turns their heads toward you as you yell at the blonde vampire.

“Or else you will what,” you don’t even flinch when Eric Northman, jumps off his chair. He wraps his hand around your throat, huffing as your heart doesn’t beat as fast as expected. “Tell me, little blood bag.”

“Sir, I must ask you to take your hand off me, or else I’ll arrest you. I’m a special agent Y/N Y/L/N,” his features darken, and he dips his head as you purse your lips. “Ms. Sookie Steakhouse told me her boyfriend Mr. Bill Compton disappeared a week ago. Do you know anything about his disappearance?”

“A cop, huh?”

“FBI agent,” you hold his gaze as he slowly retreats his hand. “You are on this world for long enough to know the difference, aren’t you?”

“That I am,” he seems to be amused when you get your badge out. “I lived a thousand years. So far, no one ever disrespected me the way you did.”

“Oh, I feel special out of a sudden,” the vampire furrows his brows at your reply. “What? Did you believe I’ll cower in front of some vampire? I faced worse than you.”

“Worse than me. That so,” he questions as his hand moves over your right arm. “Who made you so fearless, little human. You know, I can smell fear on people. You are different.” Eric sniffs at your neck. “No trace of fear...”

“Interesting,” you yawn. “Can we go back to Bill Compton? Do you know what happened to him? Yes or no, Sir.”

“Eric, princess,” Eric steps closer to look you up and down. “Bill is out of town for business. He will return in two or three days. He’s fine. I’ll tell him his girlfriend is worried. Bill will call her tonight, promised.”

“Business,” you don’t believe a single word leaving his lips but will not infuriate the tall vampire even more. You’re cocky and self-confident, not suicidal. ”Sir, thank you for the information. I’m sure Sookie will be pleased to hear the man she loves is safe and sound.”

“The man she loves, huh?” damn him. The bastard dares to lean close enough to brush his nose over your cheek. “Young love. So sweet, yet so doomed to fade away.”

“I’ll leave you to your,” you look around the bar, huffing, “establishment now. Have a nice night.”

You squeak as he grabs your left wrist to kiss the back of your hand. Lips lingering a little too long for your liking. “I hope to see you again soon, princess.”

“Yeah, no. I’ll be gone by the end of the week,” turning to leave, you glance at the vampire. “I hope Bill comes home safely. I would hate to see my best friend sad.”

“He’ll be back in a few days, Y/N,” he watches you leave, smiling darkly. “And we will see each other soon, princess. I’d like to taste more than your blood…”

“Bill,” you’d like to retch when Sookie jumps at Bill. She squeaks and cries and kisses the vampire all over. “Oh, my friend is here. That’s Y/N, she’s an FBI agent.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I heard so much about you,” his features darken for a moment, and you assume his sudden return has something to do with your conversation with Eric Northman. “How about you come to my place tonight, Sookie?"

“I’ll take my leave for tonight. Have fun,” you squeeze Sookie’s shoulder. “Just be careful. Sometimes the ones you love are not the person you believe they are.”

“Sheriff,” you check on the information you gathered over the last few days. “Bar owner. Blonde bastard. What are you up to? Why sending Bill back right after I talked to you?”

“I wanted to do you a favor,” whipping your head toward the open balcony door you huff. “It made you happy, didn’t it?” Eric waltzes into your hotel room.

“I thought you cannot enter a place without an invitation,” aware of the danger you are in, you take a step back. “How did you get in here?”

“A hotel room is a public place,” Eric shrugs. “No invitation needed, princess. If this place was your apartment or house...”

“I get it. What about my car? Can you enter it without an invitation?”

“We cannot enter any place you call your home. A place you own. If you don’t own it, well,” he chuckles darkly, “I can easily come inside and do whatever I want to do.”

“Like what?” you try to remember where you put the stake you made last night. There are too many vampires in this town to not take precautions, though. “Kill me? Suck me dry?”

“Kiss you,” he moves in a split-second. You find yourself in his arms, his lips on yours. “Yeah, definitely kiss you, princess.”

“What the fuck?” you push against his shoulders. “This is my home for now. Get out! You’re not invited.”

“Hmm…as long as you do not own the room, I can do whatever I want to do,” Eric concludes. “Why not be a little nicer to me? I know you like me.”

“I don’t even know you,” he kisses your temple, humming as you weakly shove against his chest. “Get out!”

“I’ll be back soon, Y/N. Have a good night, princess…” Eric is gone before you can react. “What the fuck! I-I need to buy or rent something…ownership, huh? Wait for it, Northman. I’ll bring you down…”

>> Part 2

Tags in reblog.

#Blood Rush #eric northman #eric northman x reader #eric northman imagine #Eric Northman x F!Reader #eric northman x y/n #true blood fanfiction #true blood

[masterjasper223]

Pussycat

{Note: Y/C/N = Your Cat's Name}

Eric stares at the creature in your arms as though he has never seen one before.

"Eric? Are you even listening?" you demand, waving your hand in front of his face.

"Yes," he says, rattling off the list of instructions you gave him, word for word. "I was just... surprised."

"Surprised?" you repeat, furrowing your brow. "What's there to be surprised about? I asked if you could watch my cat for a couple of nights, you said yes. What were you expecting?"

Eric clears his throat, avoiding your eyes and your cat's judgemental stare. After a moment, it dawns on you what he must have been thinking, and you give him a pitying look. "Really? Who uses the word 'cat' for--"

"Anyway, why the no-touching rule?" Eric says, backtracking, as he now actually considers the words he recited for you. Food, water, litter tray... The unexpected responsibility weighs heavily on him, but even he can see that it would send a pretty bad message if he were to back out now.

"I don't want you to hurt (Y/C/N)," you say, nuzzling the cat's head affectionately, before setting it down on the couch.

Now it's Eric's turn to look confused. "I touch you."

"Yeah, well, I'm expendable. My cat is much more important." Eric begged to differ, but you plough on before he can argue with you. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't have much experience with cats."

Eric does not correct you.

"So? Will you do it?" you press, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. "Remember, you can't just delegate this to someone, or glamour anyone into doing it for you. It has to be you. I'm trusting you with this."

You wouldn't be asking Eric if you had any other choice. You moved to Shreveport to be closer to him, so you have no friends nearby, and you don't know anyone else you can trust with a precious animal life. While even you have to admit that it's a job well beneath an ancient vampire, you suppose you'll just have to find some way of making it up to him.

To his credit, Eric hesitates for only a fraction of a second before nodding. "Of course," he says, holding your gaze. "You have my word."

Your shoulders sag with relief.

**********************************************

The next few days are full of surprises for Eric Northman. There's a moment when he thinks your cat is dying, because it makes a noise like a jug of milk being shaken back and forth and seems to be choking. He whisks the poor creature off to the vet at super speed, only to learn what a furball looks like for the first time as it immediately spits one out onto the waiting room floor.

There's a moment when the cat stares at a distant corner of the room for so long and so intensely that Eric becomes convinced your place is haunted, until he casually mentions it to Pam on his way back to Fangtasia and she tells him that that's just something cats do.

There's a moment when he sets down his TruBlood to go take a call, only to return to find the cat standing right beside the bottle, paw tapping idly at the glass, wobbling it closer and closer to the table's edge, all while holding the vampire's gaze, as if it's daring him to stop it in time. He manages to, thanks to his vampire speed, but afterwards he can't help but wonder: can vampires glamour cats?

So, the following night, when the cat jumps up in front of the television, blocking his view, Eric decides to give it a try. Intensifying his stare, he starts to speak in that gravelly, hypnotising voice that tends to make humans weak at the knees.

"I want you to get down from there."

The cat stares back at him for a few moments, its eyes wide, as if it's entranced... and then it yawns and starts washing its face.

Eric turns off the TV with a huff.

Finally, the night before you are due to come home, there's a moment when the cat jumps onto Eric's lap while he's lounging in your living room and butts its head against his hand until he pets it.

His guilt at breaking one of your simple rules soon turns to amusement as he finds all of your cat's favourite petting spots in about half a minute, taking care to be twice as gentle with it as he is with you, because surely that's good enough. Something about the way the feline lifts its butt when he scratches the base of its tail reminds him of you, and he chuckles to himself at the discovery. Not that he's ever done that to you, exactly, but you're very responsive to his touch, be it fleeting finger contact as he passes you a drink, or the brushing of your legs when you sit down next to one another on your cosy two-seater.

The cat kneads his thigh for a few minutes before curling up into a ball. Its purrs and rapid heartbeat are strange to him, but very soothing, and he almost falls asleep on your couch, before he remembers that he has a business to run.

**********************************************

"Any problems?" you ask, as you try to pet your cat, who ducks under Eric's chair, out of your reach. It's been stubbornly avoiding you ever since you got back, likely annoyed at your absence.

Eric thinks of the furball, and the TruBlood, and the fact that he broke one of your rules... But all's well that ends well, so he just shrugs and says, "None at all."

"I really appreciate the help. Is there anything I can do to..." You trail off, stunned into silence, because your cat- your cat- has just jumped on Eric Northman's lap as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

The vampire doesn't bother to hide his smirk as your cat headbutts his hand and starts purring loud enough that you can hear it across the room.

"You were saying?"

**********************************************

After Eric goes home, you decide to get an early night. You're still worn out from your trip, and a little extra sleep will probably do you some good.

It's too hot to sleep with clothes, so you get naked, throw a sheet over your midriff and bury your face in your pillow.

Sleep is almost upon you when you feel the bed dip beside your thigh. It seems your cat has finally forgiven you. You smile sleepily as you feel it curl up in front of your belly.

Then the bed dips again, this time at your back, and your blood turns to ice.

Someone's in your house.

But before you can scream, a familiar voice whispers, "It's just me," and you whip around to see Eric's blue eyes glinting mischievously in the semidarkness. He's lying on his side close behind you, elbow crooked and head propped on his fist, as if his presence in your bed is the most natural thing in the world.

"What are you doing here?" you hiss, trying not to startle your cat, who is now rhythmically kneading your stomach.

"You wanted to find a way to thank me," Eric whispers back, reaching over you to scratch your cat's chin. (The purring and kneading intensifies.) "I've come to collect."

"I didn't think... Not like this..." you mumble, watching Eric's dexterous fingers at work and trying to ignore the sudden spike in your heartbeat.

He smells so good, you think- then shiver as you wonder whether he's thinking the same thing about you.

"I'm not here to keep you awake," Eric murmurs, shifting closer, the better to stroke your cat's flank. "I thought we could have a little nap together. You, me, and the cat."

"That's all you want?" you ask, hoping you don't sound nearly as disappointed as you feel.

Eric chuckles, and his hand strays from your cat's flank to your stomach, then to your hip, sliding higher and higher, toward the bare skin of your chest.

"Oh, no. I want many things from you."

You gasp as his cold fingers reach the edge of the sheet- only for him to tug it up over your naked breasts.

"But for tonight..."

Eric presses himself against you, burying his face in the hair at the nape of your neck and throwing an arm over your waist to continue stroking your cat.

"This is best."

You can't argue with that.

It takes you a while to settle down, what with your heart racing a mile a minute, and skipping a beat every time you remember that Eric can hear it; but eventually you do fall asleep, lulled into dreams by your cat's sleepy purr, the heady smell of Eric, and the rhythmic movements of his fingers.

It almost feels like he's petting you.

#reader insert #eric northman x reader #Fluff #Eric northman imagine

[imagine-you]

Waiting For the Sun To Go Down chp. 9 [Eric Northman/Reader]

Summary: You thought vampires coming out of the coffin was the most excitement you would ever experience after you moved to Dallas, but it turned out to only be the start. Between your friendship with Godric, your reluctant move back to Bon Temps after your grandma's passing, and a serial killer on the loose, you were beginning to wonder if your life would ever be anything approaching normal ever again. Of course, you also never expected that once you met Godric's progeny, Eric Northman, you would also find yourself falling in love.

Chapter Word Count: 4.3k

CHAPTER NINE

taglist: @mysticalfuncollectorus @nightsbite @virginalsacrifice

#eric northman #true blood #eric northman x reader #eric northman x you #true blood x reader #eric northman imagine #true blood imagine #reader insert #reader #reader is a stackhouse #waiting for the sun to go down fic #my fic

[oncasette]

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

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

please, thank you, love youuu!!! 🩵🩵

𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞

eric northman x fem!reader

summary: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

masterlist | taglist

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you,” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eric,” you sigh. 

“Drink,” he says. 

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” you say. “Eric.”

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

#eric northman #eric northman x reader #true blood #true blood imagine #alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgard x reader #r's 3k

[leftingbadly]

both. NSFW | godric of gaul, eric northman

A spin-off piece from Between Blood and Barren Homes where you, Eric, and Godric explore your new, developing relationship.

Pairing: Godric/Eric Northman x OFC/You

Rating: 18+

-;

There are so many ways this could have started. 

With a kiss?

With a push?

Maybe with anger, yes. Definitely with anger. But it was the sort of anger frustration was made out of, the sort desperation reeks of. You know?

Maybe Eric started it first. Oh, Eric started it first

One day when you’re in your room, and you’d come back from swimming, or you’d gotten out of the shower and the entire room reeked of you– your body wash, your hair oils and shampoo, your body lotion. God, Eric steps one foot into the hallway outside of your bedroom door and he can smell how sweet you are. He can hear you on your bed, taking care of your hair, he’s so attuned to you in that moment that he can hear the very strands of it moving

And he comes to you, because God, how could he not?

It hadn’t been like this at first.

He had hated you at first, as he did all things. But now…

He had told himself over the past weeks that you were just a means to an end, whatever it took to keep his Maker alive, whatever it took to see that Godric didn’t meet the sun– he paid your price, he kept you safe, he did it all

And in doing so, he fell in love with the woman that you are

And oh, the woman that you are

So he comes into your room under false pretences, and he tells you it’s dangerous tonight, because there had been a meeting held, and foreign vampires were in the area. And he looks at you as he says this, in his black tank top, and his cheeks are flushed and you can tell, you can tell, that he’d just fed. Because there was that look in his eye that he always got, a man satisfied, a man sated, a man ready to suck the blood out of the world– and he was staring at you 

“What?” The woman asked. Her legs crossed, a bathroom wrapped tightly around her body. She had become accustomed to this, being so vulnerable around the place now. In a home full of vampires it wasn’t hard to be reminded that you were at the mercy of their wills. 

“What?” Eric’s voice taut, snapping, despite the kindness he had been predicting all these weeks. He was on the verge of something he couldn’t name. A foreign wind blowing him off an unknown cliff. Towards you, towards you, towards you

“Despite me giving most of my attention to your Maker, as per your request, Eric, I can still tell when things are off with other vampires too. You know?”

His feet bring him forward towards you, as though your words are a lasso around his neck. Step, step, step– and there he was standing before you. Your neck craned up, up, up– fuck, how tall was this man?

“What do you see?”

There were those words again, 

Often, often, often would you have heard it from Godric’s mouth

“Tell me what you see.”

It meant: tell me there is more to me than the monster I had made

It meant: tell me that you do see more man in me than that

It meant: Tell me you know that I will not hurt you 

“What do you want me to see?” The woman asked. She was careful. She knew the dance. Unlike with Godric, one could not so easily tell Eric Northman he too wore his emotions in his eyes. That same glint, that same wound. 

Eric remained quiet as he stared at you. His eyes fixed on the small bump of skin on your neck. You were right there, your throat was right there, but he couldn’t. 

He swallowed hard and he stepped back.

“You’re taking care of Godric.”

But it meant: I see the way my Maker looks at you 

It meant: I see the way you look at him 

Because despite the man he was, oh, the man he was, Eric Northman would not feed or kiss or fuck the woman his Maker held so closely to him

But why…

Why was she staring up at him like that?

Why was she standing up?

Please, please don’t stand up

Fuck, she was walking towards him.

And why did her hand have to feel so soft? And why did the ghost of a heart thrum in his chest where she touched it? Fuck, fuck, fuck–

“You look like you could use some care too, in your long life.”

And what could he do?

What else, truly, could he have done but kiss you in that moment?

Gentle intention and hard lips. Your legs were wrapped around him before either of you knew it. And then changed, turned, Eric found himself on the bed in the next moment and you on his lap, facing away from him

He took pleasure in the way he had to crane your neck, exposing it for all its glorious divinity, his entire palm stretched over it as his hand held your chin and his mouth devoured yours

Saliva mixing, gooey tongue over tongue, he traced your teeth and everything else you would give him 

There was a heat building up in the room as your body struggled against his, struggled for more, struggled for deeper, harder– fuck, Eric, your voice called out 

“Do something before I lose my mind.” The whimper in your voice unravelled him. The sound of the hinges to your bedroom creaking, unravelled him even more. 

He stopped kissing you, a string of saliva pulling between the two of you, as your heads turned to see Godric standing in the doorway. How had he been so lost in you that he couldn’t hear another vampire approaching?

How had he been so lost in you that he couldn’t feel Godric approaching? But there he stood, in all his glory, white linen pants and a grey sweater that dipped so, so deliciously down his chest. Collarbones peaked and tattoos displayed lifetimes of story and chaos. Godric stood as he stared, unmoved, unblinking. And the woman’s breath was bated, but there was a heat in her body and between her legs that wouldn’t stay sated for long. And Eric, oh, sweet Eric, Sweet boy, Eric. 

He held in a breath, then exhaled three times before he plucked up the courage. 

There was nothing left to do but this.

He had gone too far, he had been too brave. Now, he was going to have to be more bold. More daring. Makers had killed their offspring for far, far less. But here he was now and this was the chance he was going to take.

For a moment he could feel Godric’s wrath, Godric’s pain. For a moment all those months of doubt and discourse within his Maker on whether or not he should or could do anything to you came to a front.

Eric could sense it all now, Godric hid nothing from him

And a bright red monster reared its head, jealousy the colour of blood now

And he wondered for a moment if this was his end

And he wondered for a moment if Godric would spurn those centuries of love and faith between them

And Eric moved his hand on your jaw, and he turned her wide, open, wet mouth to Godric, and he ripped open her blouse with his other hand

A gasp left the woman, of course it did, as Godric stepped closer. The door closed behind him, and he stepped closer, closer, closer

Moments passed as he stared at her, and the cold air made her nipples hard, and the feel of Eric pressing into her back, and the look of Godric’s gaze pressing into her front– it was too much for a woman, she was just a woman, and fuck, she needed someone to do something–

Her back arched as Eric’s hand trailed ever so slightly, cautiously, waiting for Godric to accept the invitation

And he did.

Mouth dipped, fangs bared, Godric stared at the woman as though centuries of restraint were put to shame

He wanted to touch you 

But first, he had to ask 

Silence rang in the room.

But he couldn’t ask. 

The woman’s wide eyes looked up to him, pleading 

“Godric, please.”

Please. 

Of course he would. Anything. Anything you could do or say or want from him, if you said that word, the entire world was yours. But you weren’t asking for the world. You were asking for a kiss.

“What is it you want?” Godric’s confidence grew. The trepidation in him sizzled out, and where he had initially mistaken your lust for concern, he leaned closer to recognise yours eyes’ true intent. “It seems you have your fill of man in my progeny.”

Your head shook, vehemently. Because for all that had happened between you and Eric, if Godric in this moment didn’t kiss you, you knew you’d go insane. Your hands lifted up and reached around that stupid, simple fucking sweater and you pulled him so hard he crashed into you. And his fangs slices at your lips, and your tongue, and your blood floated into his mouth and you didn’t care.

Because Eric was kissing your neck now

And Godric’s tongue was sliding over yours

And Eric’s hands rested where your gown once was and fuck, it was cold, and fuck, it was hot at the same time

Hands slid over your body as it danced with the sound of ripping fabric. You were naked before you knew it, Eric’s fingers inside of you before you knew it, your hips grinding into them as Godric held you still in his progeny’s lap, before you knew it. 

He didn’t break the kiss, not even as Eric moved you further up the bed and Godric followed, lapping at the bloodstream from your mouth where his fangs had cut 

“I want to taste her.” Eric’s request was simple, and you damn near died when Godric pulled himself away. And the woman’s eyes followed his, as it looked away from him to his progeny behind her head, and she could do nothing but grind and whimper as Eric stuck his tongue into his Maker’s mouth, stealing the blood Godric had taken from you. 

They kissed until the blood was depleted, and then Eric turned your head for more. And Godric bent his face lower, lower than you had expected him to go, to place his mouth over the other set of lips that craved their attention. A gasp left you as his tongue slithered along your folds, cold hands holding them apart, and Eric swallowed those gasps whole. His hands never ceased their attack on your breasts, or your nipples, and the sensation of having two mouths on you, of having Godric and Eric surround you, of having the sheer power and the knowledge that if they wanted to, they could snap you in half with less than a thought. 

The woman’s hand gripped into the hair of the smaller man, Godric groaned, the feel of having his hair pulled an unfamiliar and all but welcoming sensation. It had been so long since a woman had tempted him this much, and so long even still since he had felt so connected to Eric through the bond. The thing that linked them together as maker and progeny thrumming with life and blood and lust. And the woman’s body hummed with it, too, as Eric bit his tongue and gave her his blood as well. It was more than what she could handle, more than anything she could handle, and she found her body shaking and her legs wrapping around Godric’s head as she came down from her first orgasm. The first of many, that night. 

But Godric was quick. Quicker than she had time to recover, he flipped her over onto his son’s chest and pressed his own into her back. His hand moved her head, turning her neck as his lips sought out hers. He wouldn’t let her go that night without a thousand kisses to her lips. But her head moved, her hand lifted up to grasp his hair again and she dragged it away from her mouth and placed it, to his shock, against her neck. 

She felt his dick throb against her ass, and her eyes looked up to Eric as she looked up at him, a silent plea. A distressed beg. She wanted them–

“You want us both to…?”

Godric’s words died on his lips as her gasp overtook the sound of the room. Eric’s teeth plunged into her, not needing further invitation, and Godric’s eyes blared angry and violent and lust-filled before she pushed his head down as well and his teeth sunk into her, too. Her second orgasm overtook her then, and her body shook as the two of them drank from her in tandem.

“Please,” her words were barely a whisper when they finished. “Please. I need it.” 

“Who, sweetheart?” Eric asked. His nose rubbing against hers, his tongue still licking his lips. “Whose cock do you want first?”

“Both,” her words were breathless as her head slumped. The desperation was making her tired, and she needed them to relieve her of the pain between her legs.

“Both?” Eric was amused. His eyebrows shot up at the gall of the human woman between them. He was about to interject on behalf of his maker, knowing that the smaller man wouldn’t want to put the woman through that much for her first time with them.

But Godric had been unravelling since he smelled her and his progeny together in the hallway

If he was being honest with himself he was unravelling since the first night he had met her

And fuck, she asked so nicely 

How could he deny her anything?

And fuck, she felt so good and soft, and alive between the two of them

Godric’s voice beat out into the open air before Eric’s could. 

“Hold onto his shoulders.” 

#godric #true blood #godric imagine #godric x ofc #godric x reader #godric true blood #southern vampire mysteries #true blood imagines #vampire #vampires #fanfiction #writing #angst #eric northman #Eric northman x reader #Eric northman x ofc #eric northman iamgine #eric northman smut #godric smut #godric x eric smut #godric x eric

[bed-condition]

#avatar: the last airbender #poems and quotes #wlw community #brianna francisco #edits #blue diamond #black friday #avengers imagine #cintia dicker #eric northman #dark acadamia aesthetic #pierre gasly

[risk-congress-let]

#naomi soraya #soup #brianna francisco #avengers imagine #eric northman #pierre gasly #male pits #tf2 medic #entrepreneur #SPNFamily #mlp fim #my face #twitter layouts #fob #yoshitaka amano