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deansapplepie · 1 year ago

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In your Dreams

Summary: After an almost fatal incident your friends can’t do anything but request the “person” you mostly despised to save your life. You just didn’t expected ending up in this situation.

Pairing: f!reader x Vampire! Daryl

Warnings: oral (female), bitting, thigh bitting, femoral artery, mentions of accidents, smut, blood drinking, blood, enemies to vampire bonded thang (?), swearing. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: This Vamp! Daryl is in the universe of True Blood, so it means vamp blood cure and all the other rules from this universe applies here. Not saying much more or I’ll give away the plot lol

Also, Daryl got a little half-bro here. Jason Stackhouse-Dixon, cause yes in my mind Jason looks a lot like young Daryl, bye!

The pleasurable sensation irradiated from your heat throughout your whole body, your hand firmly grasping his brown locks while he worked his tongue and fingers in your cunt. The sounds and profanities that left your mouth were sinful and unspeakable. Soon you felt a sharp pain in your thigh, right at your femoral artery and you could feel your blood flowing directly into his mouth.

Anyone would guess it hurt and that the moment was ruined, but it wasn’t. You didn’t know if it could get any more pleasurable, but it did. Out of your mind you pressured your thigh against his mouth, if it depended of only that moment he could suck you dry and you wouldn’t mind. The pace his fingers still worked coming in and out of you, his thumb pressing your clit, oh, so precisely and his mouth sucking and licking you. Your body shaked, you whimpered and screamed while your walls contracted his fingers, and you saw nothing but pleasure.

Until he raised from between your thighs and you could see his handsome bloody face. Daryl Dixon.

You woke up startled. What the freaking fuckering was that? How could you have erotic dreams with HIM? From all the people in the world, him???? You wouldn’t mind having the hottest of the dreams with some of the ‘finest’ gentlemen from the town, but Daryl Dixon was everything but a gentleman. You prayed you hadn’t moaned or anything during sleep, cause you knew he would be able to hear if you did, you were in the same house afterwards.

You looked for your bedside watch and it was already night, you had slept the whole day. Shit. It was expected, you had lost so much blood after being attacked, drinking his blood sent you in a slumber you wasn’t expecting, being cured just made your body relax and take the rest if needed so much.

Half an hour later you went downstairs, some of the humana around and some of the vamps too. Once you entered the kitchen your eyes found Jason Stackhouse-Dixon, Daryl’s lil brother, and something occurred to you… he had drunk vampire blood before, he’d know something about it.

“Good evening, sleepyhead!” He greeted as you approached him. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine… I guess.” You vaguely answered. “I need to ask you something…”

“Yeah?” He opened a beer bottle for him and Abraham.

“What exactly are the side effects of drinking vampire blood?” You practically whispered.

“Well… there are plenty of them. Your senses become heightened, you may have hallucinations, the vampire will be able to feel if you’re in danger and…”he was enumerating the ‘symptons’.

“And waking up with a moist mountain after dreaming of praying with the knees upward.” Abraham completed after sip on his beer.

You stared at him blankly, the gears in your brain trying to understand whatever he tried to tell you. “He means, having wet dreams.” Jason spoke after clearing his throat.

Oh! You have almost forgotten Abraham dated Rosita, who was a vampire, so of course he would know. Before Jason connected the reason of your question with the embarrassment on your face, Daryl entered the kitchen and went to fridge to get a bottle of Tru Blood.

“Good evening sunshine, how did ya sleep?” He leaned on the counter a smirk on his face. He knew. God, he probably even had the same dream. You didn’t know what were the rules of this connection thing you now had with him.

“Awfully.” That was the only answer you could give while images from your dream came to your mind and blush crept through your face.

“Nah, it looks like ya slept too damn well.” He told you, that freaking smirk never leaving his lips.

“Next time I’m almost dead, y’all better let me die.” You advised the others in the room. No way, you wanted his blood in you again. No way, you wanted to experience those wonderful sensations from your dream. No way, you got curious about how would it feel in real life. No way!

“In your dreams, sunshine!” Daryl shout at your back while you left the kitchen bothered, flustered and hot with the recent happenings.

Final Note: It all sounded a lot better when inside my mind. Thank you so much @celtic-crossbow for the help with Abe’s language 🩷

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blank-potato · 3 months ago

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Close To You

Gif credit: @bonniebirddoesgifs

Pairing: Jason Stackhouse x Reader

Summary:

“I’m back,” You say weakly, thankful that you’re able to hold back the tears. Blood streaming across your face would definitely ruin the moment. “You… Where on earth have you been? I– we all thought something happened to you.” He reaches out to pull you into a hug, but he doesn’t get the chance as an invisible barrier stops you, slamming into your chest like a wall you can’t break through. Or After disappearing from his life you come back as a vampire and Jason doesn't know how to deal with it.

A/N: I'm watching True Blood for the first time (on season 7 now), and I'm obsessed with Jason Stackhouse, he's one of my favourite himbos, so I had to write something

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You never would’ve imagined that you and a vampire would ever be in the same sentence. Unless, of course, it was some tragic tale of how you took a wrong turn down a dark alley and got drained dry by one.

You were no fool, but you preferred to stay clear of them for obvious reasons. But one fateful night changed everything. You woke up underground, alone, clawing your way out like something out of a horror movie. Your maker had left you in the dirt, forcing you to fend for yourself.

When you tried to go home, you couldn’t even step past the front porch because your body refused, like some invisible force had slammed into your chest, keeping you out. You were locked out of your own house, your own life. So now, you were staying in a house you glamoured your way into, feeding off strangers, trying to figure out what the hell to do next.

You opted to disappear off the face of the earth to everyone, including your best friend, Jason Stackhouse. You and Jason were thick as thieves, partners in crime even; you were the brains, and he was the brawn. Your reckless idiot with a heart of gold, always diving headfirst into trouble without a second thought. It was a pattern, him dragging you into dumb situations only he would find himself in, like bar fights over girls he barely knew.

He was Jason Stackhouse—quarterback turned town hunk, charming to a fault, and capable of sleeping with anyone he wanted. It’s not like you ever expected him to want you. You were his friend, his sidekick, the one who took care of him when he was hungover and listened to his wild stories, not an object of affection.

When vampires first came out of the coffin, the world shifted overnight—news reports, debates, protests, and fascination consumed every conversation. Some embraced it, others feared it, but no one could ignore it.

“I’d rather be dead than one of them… well, you know what I mean.”

“I just don’t want it to change our lives. I like how things are,” you remember Jason said, and he pulled you in to kiss your forehead like he always did. You know that he meant nothing by it, but your heart still fluttered all the same.

Of course, you thought about going to Jason after you were turned, but the fact that you had no idea how he’d react scared you. He was everything, the last link to your human life. If you lost him, what would you have left? It was better if he thought you were gone or dead than to hate you. And technically, you were dead.

Especially with how things left off. Especially since the last thing you told him was that you loved him.

It was a typical night, Jason dragging you to some party at a house you didn’t recognise, filled with people you barely knew. Same as usual, just Jason being Jason. Flirting with every cute girl his eyes landed on, flashing that easy grin that always got him what he wanted.

But that night was different. After so many years of pining for him, it was like the dam finally broke. It felt like you were just an afterthought, a shadow trailing behind him.

He had invited you there, but he spent the whole night with someone else. You had learned not to take it to heart, to understand that friends were all you guys could ever be. No matter how much you wished otherwise.

You stormed out of the party, your chest tight, frustration bubbling over before you could stop it. The cool night air did little to soothe the heat rising under your skin.

A few moments later, Jason followed, his footsteps quick, but unhurried like he knew you'd run, but he also knew you'd stop.

Without a word, he draped his jacket over your shoulders as if it were second nature, the lingering warmth of his body seeping into your skin.

"You okay? You sick? I can hold your hair back if you need," Jason offered, his voice softer than usual, laced with something close to concern.

You were quiet, too quiet for his liking. He didn’t like not knowing what was going on in your head, especially when you looked like that.

“I’m fine.”

“Then what happened?”

“It’s just… I got jealous.”

“Of what?" he replied then claps his hands over his mouth as if he's got it, "Oh damn, I didn’t mean to hog the drinks." But alas, he was as dense as ever to what was actually going on.

“Not that, Jason… I was jealous of her.”

“Her?” He blinked, confusion flickering across his face as he tried to piece it together.

“The girl you were talking to, she was all over you, and…”

“Why would that be a problem?” Jason asked, brows furrowed in genuine confusion.

“Because I like you!”

He let out a short laugh. “Of course you do, we’re best friends.”

His simple way of thinking had always been equal parts endearing and infuriating. Even now, when you were practically screaming how much you liked him to his face, he still didn’t get it.

“No, Jason. I like you. I love you. I’m in love with you,” you say, making sure there’s no possible way he could misunderstand this time.

He’s silent, his gaze distant as he processes everything you've just laid out, but the quiet stretches too long. You feel your heart tighten with uncertainty, the weight of your confession pressing down on you.

As you turned away, your steps slow, your mind racing with the fear of rejection. You heard him call your name, soft and uncertain, but you don’t turn back.

You kept walking, each step harder than the last. If you knew that you’d die that night, maybe you would’ve stuck around to hear what he had to say.

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The weight of your thoughts was unbearable; you couldn’t keep running anymore. So, you finally decide to go see Jason. How could you live your eternal life without confronting the one you left behind?

You knock on his door, your heart pounding in your chest, the anxiety rising as each second stretches longer and longer. Hearing him approach from behind the door makes your breath hitch, the sound of his footsteps all too familiar, your heart racing in anticipation.

When the door opens, you come face to face with Jason. You thought of him every night, replaying every moment, every smile, every word you’d shared. His messy blonde hair, his strong yet gentle presence, and those kind, brown eyes that always seemed to see straight through you.

The moment he sees you, alive and well, his face lights up, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features before a wide grin spreads across his face. It’s as if the weight of the world lifts off his shoulders, and in that one look, you can see the relief, the joy, the longing that he’s been holding back.

“You’re… you’re really here?” he asks softly, his voice tinged with awe and something deeper, something you can’t quite place.

“I’m back,” You say weakly, thankful that you’re able to hold back the tears. Blood streaming across your face would definitely ruin the moment.

“You… Where on earth have you been? I– we all thought something happened to you.”

He reaches out to pull you into a hug, but he doesn’t get the chance as an invisible barrier stops you, slamming into your chest like a wall you can’t break through.

Jason’s face twists in confusion before realisation dawns, his expression shifting from shock to something heavier.

“You’re a… fanger.”

“Jason…” his name barely leaves your lips, a plea wrapped in regret. You see the look on his face, the look you had been dreading ever since vampirism became your new reality. He was looking at you like you were a stranger, like you weren’t the girl he ran wild with, the girl that comforted him after his parents died, like you weren’t his best friend.

“I didn’t ask for any of this!”

“I… I don’t know what to say, okay?” His eyes flicker with a mix of confusion and pain. “You’re still you, but you're not the same. I never thought I’d see you like this.”

“But you said it yourself, I’m still the same me.”

“With razor sharp fangs and a need for human blood! I just… I don’t know how to be around you when you're like this.”

“Jason–”

“You should go. I don’t… I can’t see you anymore,” he replies quickly, his voice cracking, and before you can respond, he slams the door in your face. As you walk away, you hear him try to stifle his tears, cracking open a beer to numb the pain. You wonder if you’ll ever be the person he could love again.

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You wander around the streets of Bon Temps all night thinking about him, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts, each one more painful than the last. You always find yourself outside his house at one point or another, out of sight, listening to him, watching him. Never in your life did you think you’d lose your best friend and end up becoming his stalker.

But little did you know he was thinking about you too. How much he missed you, how long he had wanted to see you again after you disappeared from his world. But things were different now, you were different, and the vampire you are now and the girl you once were were clashing with one another.

You needed a second opinion, you needed Sookie.

When you got to her place, she was a calming presence, inviting you in with a warm smile and hugging you tightly, like you hadn’t felt in such a long time. Her arms felt like home, which is something you gravely missed. After everything you’d been through, a moment of comfort was like a breath of fresh air.

Over a cup of tea and a bottle of Tru Blood, you let the silence hang between you for a moment, the quiet only broken by the occasional clink of your mug. You had so many questions, so many things you needed to understand.

“With you and Bill, how does that work? How can you love someone that’s dead?” you ask, your voice filled with uncertainty.

Sookie looks at you thoughtfully before answering. "It’s the same as loving the living, just... different. There’s a depth to it, something you can’t explain unless you feel it. It’s not about life and death, it’s about connection."

You nod, absorbing her words. You wanted to believe it. But then, the frustration bubbles up. “Can you tell your boneheaded brother that? No offense, but–”

“No offense taken,” Sookie interrupts with a small smile, before her expression softens. "But trust me, he’ll come around. He loves you, truly. Sometimes, the hardest part is just letting people see that part of you. Especially when they’re scared of what’s changed."

Her words hit you harder than you expected. The weight of her understanding, the way she accepted both her reality and Bill’s, made it feel like maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for you and Jason even if it didn’t look the way you imagined.

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You show up at his door, your heart pounding in your chest, anxiety and fear mixing in a tight knot. You’ve been waiting for this moment, gathering the courage to face him after everything that’s happened. You need him to understand, to hear you out, and maybe, just maybe, let you explain.

“Please talk to me, Jay,” you say, your voice fragile, trembling just slightly as you stand in front of him, your eyes searching his, hoping for some sign of recognition, some flicker of the connection you once had. He opens the door slowly, his eyes meeting yours. “Hey.”

“I’m happy you opened the door,” you say, your voice soft, accompanied by a small smile. He returns it, though it’s a bit uncomfortable, like he's unsure of where this conversation is heading.

“Sook said you came by. She talked a little sense into me and I…” He trails off, unsure how to continue, but before he can finish, the sound of footsteps behind you breaks the moment.

You both turn in shock as the door bursts open violently. A vampire, eyes glowing red, snarls, lunging toward Jason with lightning speed. The man sniffs the air, his sharp gaze locking onto Jason, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

“What do we have here?” the vampire sneers, his voice dripping with malice.

Instinct kicks in. You rush forward, knocking the vampire away before it can try and glamour him with all the force you can muster. The vampire recovers immediately, his eyes narrowing as he takes a step closer, the sinister smile never leaving his face. He inhales deeply, his sharp nostrils flaring. “Why won’t you share? He smells delicious.”

“He’s mine. Back off.”

The other vampire snarls at you, his eyes flashing with fury. With a swift motion, he pulls out a silver chain from beneath his jacket; no wonder he was wearing gloves. You don’t have time to react before he wraps the chain around your neck, yanking you toward him, cutting off your breath and burning your skin.

You gasp for air, struggling to break free, but it’s useless. Your hands claw at the chain as it tightens, but then, you feel another sharp, burning pain. Looking down, you notice a silver dagger plunged into your abdomen, the cold steel slicing through your flesh with brutal precision. Pain rips through your body, and your vision begins to blur.

Jason’s shout rings out, breaking through the chaos. You hear footsteps rushing towards you, but you can barely register anything through the overwhelming fog. You can only feel the hot rush of blood spilling from your wound, the cold metal searing into your flesh, and the pressure of the chain around your throat.

“Get your damn hands off her!”

Jason steps out onto his porch with a fury in his eyes, and in an act of anger, he breaks the wooden chair on his porch and rushes over to you. Too focused on killing you, he barely notices Jason sneak up behind him.

“I’m hers, dead fuck.”

Before the vampire can react, Jason drives the makeshift wooden stake deep into his back, piercing straight through his heart. The creature crumbles to the ground with a tortured screech, exploding into a bloody pile of mush, but you barely have the strength to register it.

Jason drops to his knees beside you, pulling the silver off of you. “You need to stay with me,” he urges, his voice desperate, but the words are slipping through your consciousness like water. Whatever the silver dagger was laced with is taking its toll. Every inch of your body feels cold, heavy, like you’re being pulled under.

He lifts you into his arms with a cry of urgency, holding you close. "I... I invite you in." His words are shaky, but clear, and for the first time, there’s something in his voice you can’t ignore, the fear of losing you.

With trembling hands, he crosses the threshold of the door, pulling you inside. You feel the strange sensation of crossing the boundary, and you allow yourself to pass through the doorway as your vision grows dim.

He gently lays you on the couch, and the room tilts. "My blood," he mutters, his voice full of hope and fear. "That’ll heal you right up, right?"

“I…I shouldn’t…”

“You’re weak and hungry and I don’t want you dying on me...again.”

Cute. If you had more energy, you would’ve laughed.

“I can’t…I won’t lose you, I’ve lost too many people. I need you to feed on me.” The raw desperation in his voice, the vulnerability, the way he's looking at you, how could you resist? It’s like he’s offering himself, willingly, to you, and it shatters the last of your restraint.

You run your fingers down his skin, feeling the warmth, the pulse of his blood rushing just beneath. Every beat of his heart is like a whisper calling to you, urging you closer. Your fangs come out, and he flinches involuntarily, his neck exposed to you, and you could smell it, that beautiful nectar, flowing through his body.

You graze his neck, delighting in seeing him shiver before you bite down. The moment your fangs sink in, you hear a loud moan escape his lips, but you’re too consumed by the hunger, by the craving that’s been gnawing at you for so long. His fingers grip your waist, like he didn’t want you to go anywhere.

But, as the rush of blood fills you, something inside pulls you back, and you reluctantly pull away, your breath shaky, eyes filled with guilt. He’s panting, his hand still resting on your waist, but there’s confusion and a hint of desire in his gaze.

“Why did you pull away?” he asks, his voice low, a hint of pleading beneath it.

“I don’t want you dying on me either, what if I took too much?” you say, your voice cracking slightly. The last thing you want is to hurt him because you couldn’t control yourself. Jason smiles, his goofy little grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he offers you his neck again.

“I trust you.”

You hesitate but go back in for more, suckling at the bite marks you had left, and as more blood fills your mouth, you feel your energy and strength return to you.

“So…I’m yours now? Same as Bill and Sookie?”

You pull back from him and look deeply into his eyes, “If you want to be.”

“I wanna be.”

Without hesitation, you bite your wrist and hold it up to his mouth, “Hold on now, if this is some freaky vampire sex shit…I’m in.”

You roll your eyes because, of course, that’s where his mind went.

“It’s just so that if you’re in danger, I’ll be able to find you. You’re a hot commodity, Jason Stackhouse.”

He puffs up with his usual “Jason Stackhouse” confidence and trademark smirk, “Why yes, I am.”

Taking your wrist gently, he drinks deeply, and you shiver at the sensation. Sharing your blood with each other was unlike anything you had ever done. It felt raw and intimate, like the two of you were now connected in a way that went beyond words.

“You taste good,” Jason murmurs, simply a little dazed from the intensity of the moment.

“So do you,” chuckling at his breathless smile.

He leans his head against the top of yours, and you almost cry at how familiar it all feels, how domestic.

“Holy shit, I guess that means I love a vampire now.”

“You love me?” You say softly, your heart leaping in your chest. This was all you had wanted him to say after all your years of fawning over him. You feel like everything could finally fall into place.

“Of course I do, and I mean I’m in love with you. I think it took you telling me to finally realise it. Then you disappeared, and it was like I was empty.”

“I was empty without you, too. I wanted to see you so badly, but I was scared.”

He pets your head and pulls you closer, making you feel safe and secure. The gentle rhythm of his hand in your hair calms you, and you feel the tension in your body melt away.

“We’re on the right track now, at least.”

You wipe a trace of your blood off his cheek and smile, “Yeah, yeah we are.”

“We should probably clean up the body outside, though,” You comment, glancing nervously towards the door.

“And we will, but first, how about a little celebration?” Jason says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and you would never turn down a celebration with him.

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