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littlefangbanger · 1 year

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True Blood Vampires w/ a Human Mate

Pairing(s): Eric; Pam; Godric; x GN!Reader

CW: Vague mentions of sex, violence, etc... Come on, it's True Blood. Mentions of Luke (suicide bomber). Some fluff. Lots of rambling.

Notes: Only on season 4 right now, so I'm sure I'm missing some good characters. Didn't do Bill but if anybody wants a second version of this just ask. I'm open to requests so feel free to send me asks!

Eric Northman

This man only uses humans for three things: feeding, fucking and as a means to an end. If they didn't offer anything useful, they didn't interest him. That was, until you.

Ngl it took this man a long time to recognize his own feelings. It took Pam calling him out to realize he was starting to feel something almost human. Love?

You heard him say it, don't use words he doesn't understand.

Anyways, at first he thought he was just attracted to you due to your blood. He hadn't actually tasted it yet but it was tempting nonetheless.

You were with them at Godric's nest when the suicide bomber attacked. You were further away from Luke than Sookie and Eric, but you were still human.

Eric was the one who pulled the debris out of you and fed you his blood. That was the moment he started to come to terms with his own feelings. He wasn't going to lose you.

This man will protect you from EVERYTHING, vampire or not. If it's a vampire of all things threatening your safety, in his area, well... bless their cold non-beating hearts.

Remember that episode where Lafayette is in the basement, and Eric lets out that inhuman growl while tearing that other man apart? Yeah, he does that.

He's not affectionate at first, especially not in public. If he does hold you it is because you managed to piss him off by talking to other vampires at Fangtasia. So he keeps you where he knows nobody will come after you: in his lap.

Man is probably touch starved. Please offer him a hug when you're alone. It'll be strange for him at first but he secretly loves it.

I think his primary love languages are mostly acts of service and quality time. He wants you to worship the ground he walks on, much like he does you.

Passionate kisses. Rough sex. It's rare for anything to be slow or gentle with him.

He is down for anything really. Just say the word.

Listen, he's not a gentleman. Not unless you explicitly ask for it. He's gonna be rough with almost everything. But he tries for you.

You can try to take control if you want... but just know you're not actually in control. He's just offering you an opportunity to feel like you are.

The moment you get a little too cocky, he'll remind you that he is the thousand year old vampire. He overpowers you easily.

He wants you to become a vampire, but doesn't say anything at first. He actually starts to value your humanity. It keeps him grounded.

That doesn't change the fact that you can't stay human forever. In your current state you are simply too fragile. It was too easy for you to be ripped away from him.

He won't turn you yet, though. He'll wait until you're ready, or until he has no choice.

Pamela Swynford de Beaufort

Eric is the only being that has managed to capture and keep Pam's attention. So your relationship was a slow burn made in hell.

At first she only saw you as another pathetic human that stuck their nose in vampire business too much. You were one of Sookie's dearest friends, and one that seemed to always be involved in her foolish antics.

Much like Sookie, you sympathize with vampires. You actually started to visit Fangtasia as a casual guest.

That's how you managed to capture Pam's attention. Your regular visits always seemed to spark something that resembled joy in her.

Your personality meshed well with hers. Pam is a smart-ass and even more cunning. Your dark humor and equally witty personality amused her.

Eventually you two developed a sort of... arrangement. You offered her your blood, and sex of course, and she offered you protection from the degenerates at Fangtasia.

She did find your blood quite tasty, so she agreed to this.

She claimed you. So nobody else could touch you. Eric didn't care as long as you didn't distract her from her duties.

After some months of seeing each other, Pam started to realize that she was becoming way too attached to you.

It was almost as if she was... in love? No, absolutely not.

She was harsh with you for some time, but eventually started to warm up.

Her primary love languages are acts of service and gift giving. Shower her with quality makeup, jewelry and other gifts. She loves being spoiled.

She'll do the same for you, so expect some rather pricey gifts.

When it comes to sex she prefers being dominant, but if you ask nicely she may let you take that role instead.

Will praise and degrade you at the same time. Just be a good pet for her, yeah?

I feel like she would want to turn you into a vampire asap. She doesn't like knowing that you could die from almost anything.

You don't mind, though. You quite like the idea of being a vampire.

Godric

Godric is one of the few vampires who holds some level of compassion towards humans. So, I feel like it wouldn't take as much for him to fall in love with one.

This compassion is, however, a result of being two thousand years old. He's had a lot of time to get around, but somehow I'm convinced he's never been in love like that.

Sure, he knows something like love for his progenies. But romantic? I just don't think that's something he thought about until recently. It would probably take him some time to recognize what he's feeling.

You met the night Sookie was held hostage by the Fellowship of the Sun. You had arrived with Eric to save him and Sookie.

Godric was intrigued by your compassion for vampires. You? A human, there to help save him? It was almost too good to be true, but then again some could say the same about his compassion towards humans.

You were with them at his house that night, celebrating his return. He had been watching you; how you mingled with the vampires as if they were human. You didn't give anybody permission to drink from you, much to Godric's pleasure.

When the suicide bomber attacked, he shielded you. The impact still hurt but you were free of any life-threatening injuries.

In return, you talked him out of meeting the true death. You stood with him on the top of that roof and convinced him that although things are hard, and he has a lot to atone for, there is still much to live for (even if he technically isn't alive).

He claimed you to protect you from other vampires after that. He knew how brutal and beast-like many vampire are. Most understood what it means to claim a human though, so if they knew you were Godric's they wouldn't touch you.

Deep talks. I feel like over time he'd open up about some of the things from his past that bothers him, and how his mental health is. You always listened and reassured him that he has changed for the better.

The only other vampire he would trust to be alone with you is Eric. Eric wouldn't dare touch what is Godric's and often finds himself looking after you when Godric is too busy with vampire stuff.

Quality time and words of affirmation would be his love languages. Please please please shower him with compliments and reassurance. He won't admit it in front of others but he loves it.

Honestly he's sweet all around. In all scenarios. He worships the ground you walk on and will treat you like royalty. That means in bed too.

He's constantly afraid of losing you. As much as he loves your humanity, he's painfully aware of how fragile you are in your current state.

In his two thousand years Godric has developed a great deal of patience and self-control, but the moment you are threatened by another vampire or otherwise non-human... he's not afraid to showcase what he's capable of.

He would never turn you unless you want him to. Even then, I feel like you would really need to convince him that you want that. Honestly you may have to wait until he is ready, because he is conflicted with the idea.

#true blood #true blood x reader #true blood fanfic #eric northman #eric northman x reader #eric northman fanfic #vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x human

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spice-honey · 2 months

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I just read the entire wicked games fanfic and I’m not ok. The way I had to take a moment to wipe my eyes (because a certain vampire died (may he rest in peace)) because the screen became to blurred to look at and I just couldn’t stop reading which is not normal for me. Normally with emotional scenes I don’t tend to cry but damn you, you beautiful mastermind that you are.

I stared watching the true blood series (I’m at season 4) like a week ago and I am like many others entranced by a certain tall blonde hunk of a man. Unfortunately I haven’t found a lot of fanfic for Eric and I was wondering if you had any recommendations?

Omg you are SO KIND. And I've cried BUCKETS writing and editing Wicked Games. I don't know why I keep torturing myself, but almost 4 years later - here I still am.

I read mostly Eric x OC but here are my True Blood Fanfic faves:

Into the Mystic by Melusine10 (Eric/Godric/ OC) -> Melusine is a genius and my Godric is modelled after hers Destined to Him by tiibouchina (OC/Eric)

Ancient Feuds and New Ties by MandalorianHybrid (OC/Eric)

Lust for Life by nightflutterheart (OC/Eric) -> this one got me started writing fanfic!

Unicorns and shit by Ahab2631 (OC/Eric + OC/Godric)

Eric by deedeeinfj (Eric/Sookie) -> MANDATORY READING

Such Stuff by Melusine10 (OC/Eric/Godric)

Marriage of Inconvenience by QueenofAreaFive (Sookie/Eric)

Bite and Switch by Pinkhairandroses (Sookie/Eric)

Let's Dance by maymorningdew (Sookie/Eric)

Lavender in Moonlight by OopsFanfiction (OC/Eric)

last but not least, my stuff:

Harder the Fall(OC/Eric and OC/Godric)

Blood Moon (OC/Eric) and its sequel Black Moon Lilith -> these were my first fanfics, so they aren't very good lol

I haven't read any Tumblr fanfics yet because I like long stories, and Tumblr works better for one shot formats, but there's tons out there.

AS ALWAYS reblog with your favourites/recs y'all

#true blood #true blood fanfic #true blood fanfiction #Eric northman fanfic #Eric northman fanfiction #Eric northman

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starstruckunknown-princess · 9 months

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Que Sera, Sera

Pairing: Alcide Herveaux x F!Reader

Warnings: Reader has a bad day, Reader is not a werewolf, eating and drinking, talk of past abusive relationship (not in detail)/abuser, lots of emotions, angst, the hard parts of relationships, pregnancy

Word Count: 1497

Summary: After a stressful day at work, you come home to your loving boyfriend Alcide. Unfortunately, he’s got some news to share with you concerning his ex. Will your relationship be able to survive the challenge?

Notes: Jukebox Challenge Part 2! This one is angsty af, y’all. I just re-watched my way through True Blood and I just want to snuggle Alcide! Among other things. But yeah, this is inspired by Doris Day’s “Que Sera, Sera” but, like, in a dark way. Sorry Doris.

Follows/Likes/Reblogs/Comments are always appreciated! If you have a song or situation in mind you’d like to see, request it!

Enjoy!

XOXO, Meghan

You were exhausted. Work had not gone well, traffic sucked getting there and back, and you’d spilled the coffee you’d been ten minutes late for all over your outfit within minutes of arriving at work. When you pulled the car into your driveway, however, your tensions melted away.

Coming home to Alcide made all the bullshit worth it. You couldn’t suppress the smile that rose as you got out of the car. The smells coming from the backyard clued you in on what he’d gotten up to on his day off, so you dropped your bag and made your way through the house to the patio.

His back was facing you where he stood setting the glass table for dinner. Two plates piled high with steak and potatoes and roasted carrots, silverware, a wine glass next to your plate and an open beer by his. Your mouth watered — not only at the smell of the steaks, but at the sight of the man tending them. Red buffalo check flannel stretched over his incredible shoulders and a pair of jeans hugging his tight ass and thick thighs.

“Hey Darlin’,” he said, not turning around. Stupid werewolf senses alerting him to your presence. He was impossible to sneak up on.

You made your way over and snaked your hands around his waist and pressed your face between his shoulder blades. He smelled of fresh linens and spicy cologne, grounding you in the moment. Everything that had made today suck was gone in an instant, a distant memory because of the man in your arms.

Alcide turned in your grasp, his arms settled around you. “I’m glad you’re home,” His voice rumbled in his chest alongside the steady thump of his heartbeat. You nodded and pulled back to look up into his handsome face.

“Me too,” you said, kissing the tip of his nose. When you pulled back you couldn’t help but notice the far-off look in his eyes, even as they were trained on you. He looked like a kicked puppy, apologetic and sad. You reached up and smoothed your thumb along his furrowed brow. “Something wrong, babe?

He cleared his throat and expertly dodged the question with a forced smile, “Let’s eat ‘fore it gets cold, yeah?”

“Okay.”

He led you by the hand around the table and pulled out your chair like he always did, then filled your wine glass with a delightful red blend he knew you loved before settling into his own chair.

You ate in contented silence for a few minutes before you felt his eyes watching you.

“What?” you asked, mouth full of potatoes.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a sad smirk, and you noticed a flash of guilt in his eyes. He’d been picking at the label on the beer bottle, his food barely touched. Something was wrong.

“What? Did I do something?” you asked, brow rumpling in concern.

“No, nothin’ like that,” he answered quickly, then leaned back in the chair and ran his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. “Debbie called today.”

At the mention of his ex, every muscle in your body tensed. You had known Debbie and Alcide since high school, you knew the seemingly unshakable hold she had over him. When he’d shown up on your doorstep six months ago saying he’d broken up with her for good and needed a place to crash, you’d happily offered him your guest room.

A few months later, after what you thought was a friendship-ruining confession of your long standing crush on him, he moved his stuff into your room and you’d been living in domestic bliss for the last four months.

“What did she want?” you asked, grip tightening on your utensils. You stared at the space just beyond your plate, not trusting yourself to remain impartial if you looked directly at him.

“She’s uh, she’s pregnant,” he said. Your eyes snapped to him, panic flooding your system and the calculation of when he moved in vs. how far along she’d be vs. how much your heart would break now if he went back to her started running in your mind so quickly you almost missed his next sentence.

“It’s…mine.”

The utensils clattered against your plate and you tried to summon any scrap of empathy you had as he continued. Your stomach churned.

“Remember that night I went to Lou Pine’s for Lisa’s birthday party? That’s when it happened, I guess…she’s almost six months along and is having some issues, medically, so she wants me to help her out…”

Alcide kept talking but you stopped listening, downing your glass of wine and quickly pouring yourself another. You downed that one too. Hopefully that would calm the carousel of questions that was buzzing through your brain, picking up speed with every second that passed.

“Stop talking,” you interjected. “I…I need to process.”

You stood up so quickly the deck chair toppled over, but you didn’t care. Instead, you grabbed your wine glass and the bottle and stomped up the stairs to the bathroom. Not until the lock clicked into place and a towel pressed against your face did you finally let out an angry, primal scream. While you knew Alcide probably still heard it and the flimsy knob lock wasn’t enough to keep him out, you also knew that he would respect that you needed space.

He was considerate like that.

You drew yourself a scalding hot bath and threw in some oils and a fancy bath bomb for good measure, then stripped and got in. Hot baths helped you sort out your emotions. Steam wafted off the top of the water, condensing along your skin.

Anger at Debbie, since you knew that the pregnancy was most likely a way for her to manipulate Alcide and get him back. He was a fastidious man when it came to birth control, wearing a condom even when you had an IUD, “just in case.” Either Debbie took advantage of him in an altered state, or she turkey-bastered it, or it wasn’t actually his. Whatever she’d done, the outcome was the same.

Fear that Alcide would leave you. Honorable nearly to a fault, you had no doubt Alcide would do whatever he could possibly do for his child, and he would take care of its mother as well. You’d known each other for years but had only been together for a few months, and you’d seen how easily Debbie pulled Alcide back into her orbit.

Sadness. Self-pity. What you had with Alcide was still new, and couldn’t possibly compete with the years he’d spent with Debbie — especially not in her current situation. You couldn’t argue with that kind of history. He would pack his things and leave you alone in your house that now felt too big for one person but perfect for two.

When the glass and your bottle were empty, you drained the tub and sat there until it was empty. As you pulled a towel around you, a few soft raps on the door caught your attention.

“Go away,” you said, words slurring slightly from the wine.

“Not until you hear what I’ve got to say.” His tone was firm, and you knew it was no use arguing. The exhaustion you’d come home with was back tenfold it seemed. All you wanted was to crawl into bed and disappear under the covers, but you owed it to him to hear him out.

So you opened the door. Alcide had one hand resting on the trim, the rest of him hung limply, like only his bones were propping him up. He wasn’t even looking at you, his hair falling in front of his face.

In all your processing, you had barely considered how this was affecting him. Suddenly saddled with a responsibility he never wanted with a woman he knew he couldn’t trust. You reached out and brushed his hair back. He leaned into your touch, raising his face to you. In the light coming from the bathroom, the redness around his eyes was apparent, some tear tracks disappearing into the scruff along his jaw.

“I didn’t want this to happen. You have to know that,” he half-whispered, “I never wanted to hurt you.” He looked at you, desperation in his eyes that melted your heart.

“I know.”

“I don’t want to lose you, but,” he gulped, fresh tears forming along his lashes, “I understand if you want me to leave.”

“No! I don’t want you to leave. That’s the last thing I want,” you assured him. Relief broke like a wave over his face and he pulled you tight against him, burying his face in your hair. You hugged him back just as tightly, but it wasn’t until you felt the dampness spread in your hair that you fully softened for him.

You stroked his back and muttered words that you weren’t sure you believed. “We’ll figure it out. Together, you and me. It’s gonna be okay.”

#poor alcide #alcide herveaux #alcide x reader #true blood #true blood fanfic #true blood fic #werewolf

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minswriting · 13 days

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୨୧ TRUE BLOOD MASTERLIST ୨୧

♡ = smut

True Blood Character Headcanons

▹ Seeing you in Lingerie ♡

Eric Northman

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Alcide Herveaux

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#true blood #minsmasterlist #eric northman #eric northman x reader #eric northman smut #true blood imagine #true blood fanfic #true blood smut #alcide herveaux #alcide herveaux x reader #jason stackhouse #jason stackhouse x reader #bill compton #jessica hamby #bill compton x reader #jessica hamby x reader #sookie stackhouse #sookie stackhouse x reader

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secondhand-snow · 3 months

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finally started a new account to publish my fics on! multifandom including (but not limited to) succession, obx, good omens, hp golden trio + mauraders era, peaky blinders, twilight, true blood, saltburn, marvel & the boys.

requests are currently open for pairings, prompts, etc.

current wip: (succession) jeryd mencken x fem!reader

remember follow/like/reblog to support writers!

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 writer #fanfic writing #succession fanfic #obx fic #good omens fanfiction #hp fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #twilight fanfiction #true blood fanfic #saltburn fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #the boys fanfic #info #updates

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shesgotthesuninhereyes · 7 months

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I put up a new chapter, FINALLY. The next is half written so you won't be waiting another month for it, I promise. 🥲

Chapters: 6/8

Fandom: True Blood (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Godric/Eric Northman, Willa Burrell/Eric Northman Characters: Eric Northman, Godric (True Blood), Pam Swynford De Beaufort, Willa Burrell Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Kidnapping, Abuse Summary:

Willa has been stolen from home and turned. What life can come from that. What love, what joy.

#true blood #eric northman #godric #true blood fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #vampire #vampire fiction

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paradiecircus · 9 months

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Chapter 5 of My Sister Sookie 😁

#fanfic #fanfiction #eric x sookie #sookie stackhouse #true blood fanfic #trubie #i wanna do bad things with you #faerie #vampire #writing wip #my wips #current wips #my sister Sookie

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vixemi · 1 year

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This is probably gonna sound like gibberish to some of y’all BUT! Do any of y’all remember a true blood fanfic about Eric and a lady who was like half fairy and half angel. It was on fanfic.net.

She was Irish.

Pam called her “Snow White”.

She had like a half brother who she saw as like a son.

And then at the end Eric realized that she was the women he was destined to marry when he was human and a Viking.

If any of y’all remember this fanfic…I AM SO UPSET ITS GONE 😭

(Also tumblr is being dumb and making my writing black instead of white so it’s blue now.)

#true blood #eric northman #vampire #trueblood #fanfic #true blood fanfic #fan fiction #fanfic.net #i’m upsetti spaghetti

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j3st3r-13 · 1 year

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hey

ive started writing a true blood fic on ao3! its eric northman/ oc called blood on my shirt, heart in my hands . so yeah id be grateful if you gave it a look :)

#my fics #blood on my shirt heart in my hands #trueblood #true blood #eric northman #bill compton #sookie stackhouse #jason stackhouose #lafayette reynolds #true blood fanfic #eric northman x oc #i love this show sm

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blackleatherjacketz · 2 months

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All Better

Eric Northman x Female Reader

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

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

Read more Eric!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, that’s not so bad, now is it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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