hey me and my boyfriends saw you from across the boardwalk and we like your vibe, wanna come back to our cave and drink from our bedazzled bottle of totally normal wine before we pierce your ear and all throw ourselves off a bridge together haha? jk... unless??
Last night I had this dream where the planets realigned and it caused the world to cease to exist as we know it. I’m talking like the oceans became dried, hollowed, carcasses of what once was. Once a bottomless yet enigmatic graveyard for dreams that couldn’t come true. So, they were submerged so that no one could ever find them unless they carried a likeness of that in their own head. In the beginning, I searched for safety with an admirer who I thought understood the burdensome weight that I held inside me. The seismic sea wave came pummeling down on us, almost drowning us both. I laid them on top of a withered old greenhouse untamed on the inside. It had an assortment of things growing unseen by the mortal eye— harsh, uncontrollable, too abundant for the small room it was given, but somehow bound to just that space because it had no other choice. I turned my back to him because I felt like my work wasn’t done and needed to search further. As I looked to where he once was I saw him no more, because then it dawned on me that he was never there in the first place. I wept on the rusted yet opaque glass as I tried to decipher the containments of it, yet realized it was the sheer piece of my heart that still hopes and dreams unfoundedly. I left there and tried to find a sense of safety that didn’t feel like upchucking gallons upon gallons of salty water that would swallow me whole. I visited friends on my journey upon this now desolate place of what we called Earth. I settled and gave them parts of myself that I loved, so they would know some comfort in a world that seemed like it didn’t have any anymore. I rested and made myself a space in upper floors of libraries that held water damaged books, and top carts of ferris wheels that overlooked the sunset. As soon as I felt like I could breathe again, the water would always come back or adjust without reverence forcing me up uproot and continue on. I passed by celebrated structures that once held thousands of memories inside its walls, that were now only just those memories and nothing more. I ventured in all the spots I used to call favorites and now saw them as places of hollowed ground where I could seek sanctuary for a bit. I made my way in the houses I grew up in and reveled at the girl I was before. She didn’t hold onto as much as the Me that is now. I was stricken with sadness knowing that those lost pieces of me were suffocated long ago, and that they could never come back because the sea inside me demanded for more room. I finally reached my loved ones and embraced their tear stained faces. Time had surely worn me and I was not the same girl they had last seen. They could not stay as I had discovered a way to ensure their welfare for good, and that was by distancing them from me. Because seconds before leaping to them, I had realized I controlled the water all along. That the water was merely following itself to where it belonged—that was within me.
stuff that goes on in my noggin’ at 1am. #fyp #poetry #writer #healing #deepmind #freewriting
We all need to realize Dwayne is just as a menace as Paul is
Buddy isn’t just a quiet guy who’s “mature”. Just cause he looks after laddie doesn’t make him responsible and sane. Paul also looks after laddie if you see.
HE SWINGS FROM A CHANDELIER AND IS JUST AS CHAOTIC
It is finally here! I was actually planning on writing Dwayne's chapter last but so many people wanted his chapter that I couldn't see putting it off lol, As I said before every boy will be getting his own part. (Also since I've been asked, this isn't really a poly relationship series, this is a "only (insert boy) likes reader" kinda thing).
So this series was inspired by @auntvamp 's headcannons about the boys in rut, and when I say that I couldn't help but write this after reading those lol. I'd highly suggest reading that first. I'd also like to thank her from the bottom of my heart for the help, I really wasn't sure how to write Dwayne, like all everyone says is that he is the strong silent type, but I was unsure of how he would be with a mate and she took time out of her day to message me and give me ideas for this chapter 😭 Thank you again for that!❤️
Lastly I'd like to thank @santacarlatourism for their headcanons of each boy's scent on my post
Paul, Marko, David (coming soon)
Word count:
Pairing: Dwayne x Female Reader
Warnings: THIS STORY IS PURE SMUT!! THAT IS ALL IT IS!! MINORS DNI!!
That's what David had told you when he informed you to stay away from the cave for the next couple of days. You were confused when David had met you at the entrance the night before, you were fully prepared to spend the night at the boardwalk with the boys and your favorite vampire, but David had quickly shot down those plans.
"Wait…A rut? Like how animals have ru-"
"Yes just like that" he told you as he walked you back to your car.
"You see when we go into these we are very dangerous to you, if you were a vampire you would be ok but since you're a human you're far more…"
"Fragile" you finished, the boys had all told you that before, taking it upon themselves to protect you all the time because you were "like a China doll" in Dwayne's words.
"So you understand why it's best if you just stay away for a couple of days" he explained, to which you could only simply nod as you climbed in your car. Your thoughts suddenly taking a turn as you thought of him…they were all extremely attractive…him especially…and you were sure him taking a partner for a quick time was something he had done before…would that happen again? After all, if he was gonna kill them anyways why not? It didn't matter if they were fragile right? But why did that thought make you wanna cry even more in this situation?
"It's not like that" David's voice broke you out of your thoughts and you were unsure if he had read your thoughts or could just read your emotions.
"Go home y/n, don't overthink, you can come back soon" he told you as he shut your car door, watching as you started the car and rolled down the window when he knocked
"And one more thing" he told you while leaning in.
"Just don't invite him in"
So here you were, sitting in your room, listening to music and drawing, wishing you could just go hang out with the boys, you hadn't really realized just how much of a staple in your life they had become until now. Night's seemed boring without them…without him. Sighing you sat your sketchbook down on your nightstand after you realized that in your zoned out state you had successfully sketched what was probably the twentieth picture of him that resided in the book. Stretching, you got up and changed the music, putting on your newest Jimi Hendrix album, you hadn't really listened to him much until Dwayne got you into him, he would always take you aside and let you just relax in his room when the boys got too rowdy, putting a record on and just letting you both drift off into the music. You felt your body sway as All along the watchtower came on, a favorite for both of you, but your body came to a halt when you heard knocking on your window, slowly turning, your breath and heart picking up as David's words rang in your head again.
"Just don't invite him in"
You knew it would be stupid to pretend to not be here, the music was loud enough to alert anyone, and he could, no doubt, smell you.
"You gonna open up Princess?" He asked, his voice calm but you could hear the darker tone and slight gravel, telling you that he was currently vamped out.
"Um…I'm not exactly supposed to" you told him after a moment, listening as a low growl filled the silence.
"I'm guessing David talked to you?"
"Yeah…He said he would be best if I just-"
"Nevermind what he said" he interrupted you, something you weren't used to from him.
"I can explain it all but you gotta let me in Princess" he spoke again after a moment. You knew you shouldn't, you knew you should listen to David and just tell him to leave, but you also knew that out of all of them you always felt the safest with Dwayne, and you believed that even in this state, he wouldn't put you in danger. You slowly made your way over to the window, pulling back the black out curtains and peering out onto the little balcony that was attached. Golden eyes met (e/c) and you quickly took note of him being completely bare on top, usually his jacket gave him some modesty, but tonight it was gone, something that was very unusual.
"Princess" he spoke in a sort of low sigh, like he was beyond relieved just to see you. You opened the window, leaning out to talk to him.
"Dwayne are you sure this is-" but you were quickly cut off by the feeling of his soft lips on yours, the kiss wasn't rough, but firm, like he couldn't release you even if he wanted to and honestly, you didn't want him to. His hands cupped your face, tongue slowly gliding along your lips before he parted them, fangs grazing the soft skin as he consumed your every sense. Your hands gripped his arms, trying to ground yourself but only losing yourself more, you knew Dwayne was fit but you had never gotten a good look, or feel, because of his jacket, but now his warmer than normal flesh under your palms had your mind reeling..As did the smells that seemed to make your head fuzzy, the scent of leather and motor oil that always clung to him, as well as the smell of the ocean air, and the natural musk that you could only describe as him, but now they seemed to be cranked up to a hundred, clouding your thoughts and filling them with him and only him. As if sensing that air was getting limited, you felt him pull away, your own lips chasing his, before you felt him rest his forehead against yours.
"Let me in Princess" he told you, voice deeper but still soft, though you noted the restraint in his tone.
"Dwayne I-"
"I'll explain everything" he told you and you took a moment to get your brain in order, though you found it incredibly difficult.
"Ok"
"I can come inside?" He asked, and you could feel the smile against your lips.
"You can come inside" you repeated, unknowing just how your words affected him.
"I'll remember that" he whispered against your lips, before you were suddenly in your room again, your feet no longer touching the ground as he carried you to your bed, laying you down on the mattress before quickly climbing over you. Your lips reconnected instantly and your hands began exploring his newly exposed skin. You felt his hand leave your face, running down your sides before coming up under your shirt, his other hand quickly joining it as he began lifting the material, only breaking the kiss to quickly remove the offending article before reconnecting his lips to yours. His hands quickly cupped your breasts, claws dragging over your soft skin while he listened to your heart rate pick up, the smell of your arousal becoming stronger and this time it was his head that was becoming fuzzy. His lips left yours, trailing down your neck to mark it, he would make sure that everyone on the boardwalk knew you were his, his human, his girl…His mate. The thought had him slowly grinding down, hips digging into yours as you felt him rubbing against where you needed him. The friction caused a gasp and moan to leave your lips, which you guessed turned him on more because he began to press down harder. You whimpered as his mouth latched onto your nipple, a sound that had him growling. Your hand tangling in his dark locks before gripping slightly, pulling gently, and causing him to reattach his lips to yours, his hands shooting down to quickly take off your bottoms.
"Dwayne" you whimpered, feeling him take off his own pants, full skin on skin contact making you both sigh. You felt his hand slide down your side, fingers ghosting along your thigh before moving up to press against you, you couldn't stop the moan even if you tried, the sudden contact on your heat had you squirming under him, a fact that had him smiling in the kiss. He gently ran his finger along your core, gathering the wetness before rubbing tight slow circles on your clit, making sure to be careful of his claws.
"Fuck" you panted, hips moving up to seek out more pleasure, and you heard him chuckle against your mouth.
"You like that?" He asked, other hand brushing your hair away from your face so he could look down at you, your flushed cheeks, your blown pupils, your chest rising and falling with your quickened breath and rapid heartbeat, you were like a goddess laid out before him, and the only thought that kept running through his head was simply.
'mine'
"Tell me what you want" he breathed against your neck before he returned to marking you, his hand never stopping its movement as you became wetter against his fingers.
"Shit…Dwayne" you whimpered, hands gripping his arms, nails slightly digging in as you rocked your hips in time with his fingers.
"You like this? Like me taking my time with you? Like me making sure you're soaking?" He asked, and honestly you swore you could have cum right there. You had never even thought of him being into dirty talk with as little as he spoke, but having that deep voice whisper such things right against your skin, you couldn't stop the moan even if you tried.
"Fuck…more…please" you begged, watching as he sat back on his knees, smiling down at you, all the while his hand never stopped.
"More? What do you want baby?" He asked, his other hand running along your stomach before coming up to cup your breast, lightly playing with your nipple, just enough to give you slight twinges of pleasure.
"You" you begged, hand grabbing his as you brought it up to your face, gently bringing his thumb into your mouth.
"You gonna take me?" He asked, his hand picking up speed and pressure, watching as your eyes rolled back, your whimper muffled by his finger.
"Gonna take everything I give you?" He added, his own mind starting to picture everything, and he could feel himself starting to lose control again.
"You're gonna know you're mine by the end of the night" he smiled, and watched as your legs locked up, trembling before a louder muffled moan tumbled from you, his hand becoming even wetter as he watched the pure ecstasy wash over you. He worked you through it, only stopping once you removed his finger from your mouth to whimper a please.
"Think you can give me another one Princess?" He asked, body hovering over yours as he kissed your chest, listening to your heart slow down a bit.
"Yes" you panted, hands coming up to cup his face and pull him in for a kiss, you felt his hands grab your thighs as he parted your lips with his, dominating the kiss while he slotted himself between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and slowly grinding into your heat, a feeling that had the both of you moaning.
"You want it?" He asked, looking down at you, golden gaze almost glowing as he watched you.
"Yes" you begged, hips lifting to meet his.
"Tell me" he moaned.
"Fuck I want all of you, please"
"All of me?"
"Yes"
"You'll take everything I give you?"
"Fuck yes!"
"You'll take every drop?" He asked, eyes never leaving yours, but you noted the yearning look in his gaze as he watched you, waiting for your answer.
"Every drop" you panted, listening as a low growl left him, and watching as he slowly dragged his length through your folds, coating himself. You hadn't given much thought to size, but now, looking down and watching him, you were starting to wonder if he would even fit. And as if reading your mind you heard him chuckle.
"I'll go slow" he told you, leaning back over you to capture your lips once more before warning you.
"I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop once I start though" you could only nod, the thought of Dwayne, cool, calm, and collected Dwayne completely losing control during sex made you wetter than you'd care to admit…Though he seemed to have known.
"You like that idea?" He chuckled, taking a deep breath before another low growl rumbled against your chest.
"You smell so fucking good when you get horny" he spoke against your skin.
"W-wait you can-"
"Everytime, everytime you came into the cave after reading one of your little private books," he started, and you felt the smile against your skin.
"Or when I pulled you away from Paul and sat you on my lap" he added, and you knew exactly what he was talking about. You and Paul had been jamming out, dancing like idiots to whatever rock song Paul had put on, you had started feeling a bit tired, and were just about to go sit down when suddenly Dwayne had pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you back against him. You had been so flustered and turned on by his strength and had hoped the guys would just read your flushed cheeks and rapid heartbeat as just from dancing…it seems you had been wrong.
"Last chance" he spoke again, pulling you out of your memory, your eyes meeting once more.
"Say no now and I'll leave" but that was the last thing you wanted, you wanted him, all of him, and whatever he would give you. So instead you tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him to you, lips crashing against his and that was the only sign he needed. His hand quickly lined himself up and without a second thought he was slowly sinking into you, groaning as your heat swallowed him. The pace he set was slow but firm, shallow thrusts, like he didn't want to leave your body for too long, and also to make sure he didn't hurt you, he knew he was a lot to handle, he would have to build up to that. Each thrust pulled a moan from you though, a sound he found himself drowning in.
"You like this?" He asked with a smirk as he watched you, your head thrown back and eyes closed, legs tight around his waist.
"Come on Princess, I know you can be louder than that" he groaned, watching as you reached down to grip his arm, your other hand going against the headboard to stop yourself from moving up the bed. He could feel himself getting lost in everything, the sound of your pounding heartbeat, a sound that had his inner beast clawing to get out, the feeling of your skin against his, your breasts pressed against his chest as he put more of his weight against you. The feeling of your heat pulling him in, surrounding him as you only continued to become wetter, which created a whole new sound that had him moaning against your neck. Your bed squeaking with every firm thrust and your moans now a constant, along with whimpers of his name. Your smell was making his head even fuzzier at this point, your natural scent cranked up as sweat began to coat your body from the heat.
"Gonna...Fuck...Gonna fill you up" you heard him groan, feeling him begin to push deeper with every thrust, your body welcoming him, especially when he started hitting that spot inside you.
"Gonna give you…Shit...every last drop" he panted against your skin, growling at the moan you released at the idea, he could smell it, how your body was waiting for what only he could give it.
"You want it?" He asked, listening as your moans pitched in tone, your heartbeat picking up even more, he knew you were getting close.
"Please" you begged, you knew you must have looked and sounded almost pathetic, but at that moment you didn't care, you didn't even know what he was asking, you just wanted anything and everything that he was willing to give you.
"Say you want it…Fuck…Say you'll take it" he groaned, fangs grazing your neck as he thrust forward, completely bottoming out, pulling another moan from the both of you.
"Shit…Say you'll be a good mate and take my child" he growled, and the realization of what he had been asking for hit you, a thought that probably should have made you take a moment, but instead had you locking your legs tighter around him, Fuck you really wanted to give him a child if you could, you had seen him with Laddie, you knew he would be a really good fucking dad. He lifted up, just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze still a blazing gold but you could see the almost pleading behind the pure primal instinct. Without a second thought you buried your hand in his hair, pulling it as you brought his lips to yours for the third time that night, in a passionate kiss, only stopping to breathe against his lips.
"Put a baby in me"
You feared for a moment that it sounded too funny, your wording, or that he had changed his mind as you felt him slow down, the two of you just staring at one another.
"Say it again" he spoke slowly, sitting back on his knees to look down at you with a look you hadn't seen before, a look of a predator getting its prey exactly where it wanted it.
"Put a..baby in me?" You asked, your tone more a question as you watched a smile slowly spread across his face.
"Yeah?" He asked
"Yeah" you smiled, too distracted with his gaze to realize he was beginning to move again until he thrust forward, dragging another moan from your throat as your head tilted up, eyes rolling back. He didn't let your body move far though, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip, claws slightly breaking the skin and sending tiny shocks of pleasure through your system. His thrusts became quick but firm once more, though in the beginning they were shallow, not wanting to hurt you by having you take too much, now they were deep, his length never leaving your heat for too long as he worked you both towards your highs. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room, your wetness and moans only adding to the lewd noises that were sending him towards his end. But it was the thought, the promise that had his own eyes rolling back, you were his mate and you were gonna give him something he had wanted for so long. Leaning forward again he kept himself up on one arm, his other still holding your hips.
"Fuck I'm close" he panted, feeling your legs bend higher against his hips, caressing his sides as you opened yourself more for him, drawing him in deeper, allowing him in closer to where he needed to be.
"Me too" you whimpered, nails dragging down his back as you held on.
"Cum for me Princess" he spoke, groaning when you pulled his hair, he could feel the coil in his stomach tightening with every thrust. You felt him bury his face against your neck, tongue dragging along the soft flesh as his hot breaths fanned it, lips caressing it, and fangs lightly dragging along it. You knew what he wanted, and honestly, you did too. Tilting your head to the side you pulled him closer by the hand that was still buried in his dark locks, pressing his face further against your neck and giving him the ok, a sign he only needed to be given once as you felt his fangs pierce the skin. The feeling wasn't uncomfortable, in fact it was the last push you needed to send you over the edge, your legs locking around his waist, one hand digging into his back while the other gripped his hair tighter, eyes closed as a loud moan of his name left you. For him it was much the same, as soon as your blood touched his tongue he was gone, hips speeding up before stuttering as he felt you lock your legs around him, his grip on your hip and sheets tightening while his mouth left your neck, head thrown back as a moan left him, blood covering his lips and chin while he continued to move, continued to to do as he promised and give you every last drop. You felt his hips begin to slow just as your eyes came back into focus, your mind becoming clearer as you came back down from your high. You looked up at him, watching as his eyes were still closed, mouth slightly ajar as quick pants left him, his hips gave small gentle thrusts as he refused to let even a drop leave your body. You watched as he blinked once, twice, before his head lowered, gaze meeting yours and you noted that his golden eyes had lost the red haze they seemed to have had before. You watched as a slow smile graced his face, hand coming down to cup your cheek before bringing your lips to his, the taste of blood on your tongue was a bit odd, but something you could get used to if it meant more kisses from him.
"Thank you" he breathed against your mouth, earning a giggle from you.
"You don't have to thank me Dwayne, I'm your mate after all right?" You smiled, watching as his gaze softened even more before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.
"My mate"
"I honestly didn't expect you to come here" you spoke after a while, hand running through his hair as he now laid his head on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat, but your words caused him to tilt his head up towards you, an unspoken question in his eyes.
"David said you all were going through a rut, and to stay away from you all because it was dangerous…even you have stated before how fragile I am" you told him, watching as he leaned up a bit, and whimpering as he shifted inside you, having never pulled out.
"You are," he teased.
"But I wouldn't go anywhere else" he added, making you give him a confused look.
"It's not all of us going through a rut, just me"
"What? Do you all do it at different times or?"
"No. We've only been told about this, but none of us have ever gone through it. We don't go through it unless we find our mate"
"...Wait…Your mate…so that wasn't just…sexy vampire talk?" You asked, a question that caused him to start laughing.
"You find me calling you my mate sexy?" He asked, grinning as he leaned down to kiss the bite mark he left, his hips moving to give a shallow thrust and you realized that he was hard once again.
"Maybe" you giggled.
"Our mates are like the vampire's version of soulmates" he explained, a warm feeling spreading through your body at the information.
"So…I'm your soulmate?" You couldn't help but ask, a dopey grin on your face as he unburied his and met your gaze.
"Yeah, you're my soulmate Princess" he smiled back.
"And with any luck," he spoke with a smirk after a moment, hips gently thrusting, creating a slow steady rhythm.
"We could definitely make sure that takes," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned up on his arms, hovering over you to reach a better angle, one that had him once again hitting that spot inside you.
"Thank you" he told you again with a smile, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.
"You're gonna be an amazing dad" you told him once he pulled away, watching the pure joy spread across his face.
"You're gonna be an amazing mom Princess" he told you, kissing you again before leaning back to pick up his pace a bit.
"I think we can fit in a few more rounds before the rut is over" he chuckled, golden eyes seemingly glowing again as he looked down at you, and you realized you were in for a long night.
So there it is ladies! I hope you enjoyed this one, like I said before Dwayne has been hard for me to write since I got into The Lost Boys lol
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A/N: In the same universe as Night at the Arcade and Date Night
A night with Dwayne
As the quietest of the four, Dwayne was the softest with her out of all the boys. He wasn’t a push over by any means, but he peacefully existed with her inside her comfort zone and rarely pushed her too hard. He always lent a listening ear whenever she wanted to vent, no matter how trivial she found it, and seemed to have a sixth sense of whether it was a venting session where she wanted advice or just someone to listen.
He was her serenity in the chaos that had become her life. Being on the boardwalk every night meant a lot of rowdy times, especially when Paul and Marko got up to their antics, and she loved it. However, every now and then she did enjoy those moments of peace and quiet that Dwayne always seemed to know whenever she was beginning to feel overwhelmed.
Being the strong silent type, he was a bit hard to get a read on in the beginning of their relationship, but she soon figured him out and was able to read him like an open book. For him, his eyes told her everything she needed to know. His face may have been stoic majority of the time, but his eyes often spoke volumes. She had learnt to notice the minuscule movements he made, the small twitch of his jaw whenever Paul made a wisecrack or the slight narrowing of his eyes and straightening of his back whenever a surf-nazi stepped up to one of the boys.
Hey bestie! Can you do one for me where the reader is like super chaotic. Like to the point where you would have thought that she would have been Marko or Paul's mate, but she's actually Dwayne's. Obviously he doesn't care that she's like that and actually finds it pretty endearing. One night though, she gets into a fight on the boardwalk (for whatever reason you want) and Dwayne has to come and help her. Basically they kick ass together then go get some slushies and food after or something like that.
THANKS!!! <3
Opposites Attract
TW: Fighting, Cursing, Drunk Men
If anyone ever knew the boys other than you, they would assume that you were in a relationship with Marko. You’re both chaotic, love to mess around and pull pranks on the boys and on the people that walk on the creaky floorboards of the boardwalk. Your grins are practically identical with the imaginary horns that sprout from your heads when you both come up with a wickedly good plan. Whenever he’s in trouble in a fight, you’re right there instigating with a smile on your face while you cheer for him to win the violent brawl. However, it would be a shock for them to find out that you two weren’t mates.
You are Dwayne’s.
It’s ironic to think that someone as quiet and standoffish as him would be paired with someone the complete opposite of him. However, opposites attract as they say and the vampiric pull of your bond is living proof of it. You were loud and liked causing trouble whenever you could while Dwayne would stand in the background keeping an eye on you with a smirk on his face. You were different from what he expected. Once upon a time, he thought he would be paired with a mate who was identical to him. Someone quiet with a love for reading and skateboarding. Despite you being the opposite, he loved you just the way you were. Your fiery personality was better than what he had ever imagined.
You both were walking down the boardwalk, his arm lazily wrapped around your shoulder while yours was around his exposed waist. In the other hand, you were holding a styrofoam cup with a straw full of your favorite drink. During the night, you were getting thirsty so Dwayne escorted you to one of the booths that were swelling food and drinks and bought you your favorite refreshment. Currently, you both were walking back towards the parked bikes where the rest of the boys were hanging out.
The boardwalk was packed tonight, more packed due to a lot of teenagers celebrating their spring break by hanging out there and along the beach. You both had to brush against people in order to get through, but there wasn’t much of an issue. However, it was very loud with the multitude of sounds of laughter, screaming, and yelling.
Until now.
Suddenly, you jolted feeling someone’s arm ram into your shoulder as you were walking. Luckily you had a good grip on your drink otherwise you would have dropped it and sour your mood even more. Normally, you would get annoyed until the person apologized and if it was a genuine mistake, you would have accepted it and moved on. However, this clearly was not the case.
A group of men continued walking past you both, laughing and obviously drunk due to them stumbling around and spilling some of their drinks. Clearly, they didn’t notice that they were hustling along and running into people.
You glared and opened your mouth to say something but Dwayne beat you to the punch.
“Watch where you’re going.” He said, pulling you closer while glaring at the guy who ran into you. His deep voice could barely be heard but apparently the guy and his friends weren’t that drunk as they heard him clearly.
The guy returned his glare and stumbled a little closer, “T-The fuck did you say, asshole?” His friends stayed back, too wasted to be his backup during this altercation.
Even more upset that this guy insulted your boyfriend, you glared, “You fucking heard him, dumbass. Watch where you’re going!”
During this commotion, everyone within the vicinity was watching while others were steering clear as they continued down the boardwalk. Some people seemed to roll their eyes since fights on the boardwalk were more than a little common, especially with your group getting in trouble frequently.
His friends laughed while their apparent leader was ticked off from receiving the same attitude that he was manifesting. He tensed and walked a little closer, trying to intimidate you which wasn’t working against you. You were used to going against people bigger than you and you weren't scared when your mate was with you in order to protect you when you needed it.
“Shut up bitch, your boyfriend needs to put you on a tighter leash!” He yelled.
Your eyes widened and without thinking you removed the lid of your drink and in the next millisecond, the cold beverage went flying into his face. Without missing another second, your palm came next, connecting with his wet face. Due to the force behind your throw and the harsh connection of your palm made the guy back up and gasp in shock.
“Fuck you!” You yelled.
Before the guy could recuperate, you were shocked when you felt the arm around your shoulder disappear and Dwayne’s fist making contact with the guy’s face, instantly knocking him to the ground. When you were distracted defending your boyfriend, you didn’t notice Dwayne’s eyes darken and a scowl form on his face when the guy insulted you and basically called you a dog that needed to be trained by him. You didn’t need any kind of training and Dwayne loved you just the way you were. Therefore, all he could see was red. Normally, he doesn’t engage in fighting, however when it involves you that’s when his fists go flying.
Therefore, when he threw the first punch that knocked the guy flat on his ass, he felt prideful that he did that in your honor. The guy’s friends were shocked but in their drunken brains, they needed to find some way to get back at him. When they all decided to try stepping up to him, Dwayne was ready. He matched their stride and only needed to make a few steps with his intimidating stature and hardened eyes that they backed down, knowing that they couldn’t win against him.
You watched with hearts practically in your eyes, seeing for the first time your mate fighting for you because of a drunk’s stupidity. You didn’t think it was possible, but you felt yourself falling deeper in love with him.
While Dwayne smirked at their cowardness, he bent down to roughly grab the guy by the collar, that smirk instantly vanished. He pulled the fear-stricken man close to his face and practically growled out his next words,
“Disrespect her again and I’ll fucking kill you. Painfully.” Without another word, he pushed the guy back down and stood up, instantly wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you away from the scene.
You pressed yourself into his side and smiled, “Baby, that was fucking awesome!”
Without looking down at you, he smirked from your praise, squeezing your waist which helped him ground himself. He didn’t want you to know that when he punched the guy, his eyes were glowing in their monstrous red and gold. That when he pulled the guy close by the collar, he could feel his fangs graze against his own lips, waiting to sink themselves into the guy’s jugular.
“It was nothing…anything for you.” He muttered, giving your waist another squeeze.
You noticed the two of you were going back the way you came, opposite of where the bikes were located and you turned to him in question.
“Where are we going?”
“Getting you another drink.” He said with a low chuckle, “Seems you lost yours.”
once he decides that you can keep up with him, he’ll start giving you little gifts of the paper variety
bookmarked love poems end up everywhere in your room highlighted with pen and pencil scribbles
he’ll recommend you stories of possession and adoration, smirking as he hands you the books one after the other
and he’ll start speaking through love in ways he’s read about, using his favorite sap to woo you
you’ll catch him quoting obscure shakespeare or cummings, even poe!
he’s very intentional about it all though. you have your own little library of personalized love notes by the time you get together
𝘿𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙉𝙀
he typically flirts through touching as opposed to expressing himself with words
especially when it comes to jewelry
you can really tell he’s flirting when all he can do is fondle someone’s necklace or talk of how precious their rings are
and the moment dwayne thinks to give someone a piece of his jewelry, he’s spun
it’s all about the hand, knuckle, fingertip to skin contact for him
he’ll brush your neck as he lingers on your beauty, touch your cheek when your hair obscures your earring, tilt your chin up to admire a nose ring, perhaps
he’ll let you wear his feather earring, or borrow his jacket
i suppose he’s into the materialistic side of love
but, hell, it works!!
𝙋𝘼𝙐𝙇
if you didn’t already think this boy was hilarious, he becomes an absolute comedian when he likes someone
a conversation won’t go by without him attempting to put you in stitches from laughing so hard
and he becomes so sweet
i can tell he’s one of those where he’ll try to nuzzle and wrap his arms around you any chance he got
which would then lead to him volunteering to become your personal bodyguard
cuz you’re just too pretty to be walking along the boards alone…
of course that then welcomes impromptu dates with just the two of you
and you’re wondering how it all happened but he’s just so unexpectedly charming that it all falls into place
𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙊
if catcalling was a humanoid(?) it’d be marko
he is just the most raunchy, disrespectfully crude little vamp you’ll probably ever encounter
but he doesn’t know how to flirt any other way
he’s the first to say something off-color as you walk by
and he loves flustering you to the point where you’re just like putty in his hands
and you can try find your way out of it eventually, attempt to catch him at his own game but it never works
“do you come often?”
“don’t you mean ‘do i come here often?’”
“no”
but at the end of the day, you’ll always end up falling for that devilish smirk of his
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