Cuddling with Paul and Marko after a bad day at work would include~
(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)
- I know the request is mentioning a poly relationship between the three of you but let me just preface this by saying that Paul and Marko are exactly the types of “people” to just randomly ambush someone with affection for zero reason at all; Paul especially. So don’t be surprised if this sort of scenario occurs; multiple times, long before the three of you actually get together.
- But regardless, let’s get on with the headcanons~
- The caves always been a sort of escape for you so it’s no surprise that you’d wind up visiting there after a long and tireless day at work. When you’re tucked away in a place that no one from the outside world dares to enter, surrounded by things that shouldn’t yet do exist, it’s hard to fret over meaningless daily inconveniences. And yet, today you just can’t help it.
- You’re still feeling cruddy by the time you arrive and though you try your best to put on a smile and just pretend that everything's alright, there’s more than a few cracks in your façade; cracks that both your boyfriends are quick to notice.
- You take a seat next to Marko on one of the many couches that the boys have managed to shove down there and you almost immediately feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head; regardless of how seamlessly you pecked him on the lips when you first sat down. Marko’s always been the more observant and focused of the two so it’s no surprise that he’d be the first to notice your change in demeanor.
- He watches you for a while and just as you feel him tap your shoulder with the backs of his fingers; undoubtedly gearing up to ask you what’s wrong, Paul slams himself down in the seat beside you and starts an assault on the side of your face and neck; loving on you in a fashion more akin to an excited puppy than a scary vampire.
- He greets you between kisses, whining about how long it’s been since he’s last seen you, and just as you’re about to get into a makeout session; one you’re looking forward to since it’ll mean no talking about your problems, he hums out the dreaded question and forces you to face the music.
“Did you have a good day?”
- Now, you could lie to his face, and he’d probably easily and willingly believe you, …but all your chances of doing that are dashed when you take just a few moments too long to answer; long enough for him to pull away a bit and notice that you’re a little lost in thought.
- With Marko, you can more or less give him a bullshit response and nine times out of ten, he’ll; at least momentarily, choose to ignore the fact that you’re lying to him; mainly because he doesn’t want to upset you even more by making you talk to him when you don’t want to. But Paul is someone who likes to harp on a subject until you give him a real answer: both because he doesn’t have the patience to wait for your gossip and because he wants to try and make you feel better as soon as he can.
- So I recommend cutting your losses and telling them from the get go; or at least just saying “work sucks” and alluding to the fact that it’s just everyday stupidity. Though if you do want to talk about it, your boyfriends are gossip hounds who will eat that shit up; all while plotting to murder the coworkers who annoy you.
- I definitely think that Marko is less touchy than Paul so he’ll probably just throw an arm around your shoulders and let you lean against him while Paul goes all out and drapes himself across you like a blanket; purposefully ignoring your laughs and attempts to ask him what he’s doing.
- Don’t be surprised if Paul’s face winds up on your boobs: he does it on purpose while also acting completely unfazed; because he decides at random when he’s doing something sexually or just because it’s comfortable. If you’re wearing a crop top or thin shirt, he’ll absentmindedly kiss between your ribs and play with the hem of your shirt/trace patterns on your sides while you; more often than not, play with his hair.
- Marko messes with your shirt collar and shoulders while his arms around you, trailing a finger down whatever skin he can reach while he listens to you and Paul talk. He’ll also occasionally give you a mini scalp massage/head scritches.
- Paul’s either gonna gossip with you; if you’re in the mood to talk, or he’s going to keep on telling you jokes and stories; probably with the occasional added in chuckle or comment from Marko, in an attempt to make you laugh and forget about your troubles.
- They’ll both make the occasional “you know, there’s something else I can think to do that’ll cheer you up ;)” but they’re only partially serious so it’s easy to just groan and shove at them. They stop; at least for a little while, and grab your hands so you can’t disengage from the cuddle pile.
- They’re both sort of at a loss when it comes to human emotions and they aren’t very good with tears but Paul is definitely a bit better with them; mainly because he’s occasionally tried to comfort Laddie in the past when the little boy got upset over something. He’s more of a “don’t cry, I’ll distract you” kind of person but he’ll occasionally pump out a genuinely reassuring sentence that’ll make you feel better; or a random comment that’ll take you by surprise and make you laugh.
“Don’t cry! ...Though you do look super badass and hot with all that smudged makeup.” Like sir??
- Paul will spend like ten minutes listing off different things that him and Marko can do for you in an attempt to make you feel better. Do you want a back massage? Do you want me to do your hair? Do you want some dope? Do you want us to go kill that guy? Do you want me to go down-
- Occasionally; especially if you’re cuddling for long, Marko will get up and get all of you something to eat or drink or to entertain yourselves with. If you need anything at all, he’s the one that goes and gets it; mainly because he can leave your position easier than you and Paul can.
- But speaking of switching positions: Paul’s a menace and you shouldn’t be surprised if he decides he wants to snuggle with you a different way after seemingly just starting to settle down; especially when you yourself have just gotten comfortable.
- They might not be the most sensitive vampires in the gang but they do manage to make you feel better and you’re glad to have them on your side; regardless of how often they try to make a move on you.
Hey bestie could you do the boyfriend hc's for Marko and David PLEEEASSEEEEEEE!!!!!!????!!!!!
Ask and you shall receive, I wanted to make a singular post just for Marko and David will have his own which will be coming up soon! I hope you like this, bestie!
Marko As Your Boyfriend HCs
Congratulations, you’re basically dating a vampiric gremlin!
Being in a relationship with Marko is always chaotic with a wicked sense of humor. Your days with him are never dull and you always run into trouble when you’re together.
In a nutshell, your relationship is like those couple youtubers that live on pranking each other but show deep amounts of love for one another. You both can never get even and the pranks get more and more creative.
His love language is gift giving and quality time. Marko is basically a bird in the body of a vampire. Whenever he finds something relatively shiny or pretty, he will take it and present it to you. It sends the message that he thinks about you when he collects them and wants you to have a physical representation of his love for you. For quality time, he just loves spending time with you. Spending time with the boys for all those years rubbed off on him so he’ll want to be around you a lot!
Speaking of finding things to give to you, they are a million percent stolen.
You: “How did you even get this?”
Marko: "What do you mean, dove?"
You: “This is very expensive and I know you don’t have money, so how did you get it?”
Marko: “Five finger discount, babe! :D”
He can be very clingy, it’s essentially part of his vampire nature and you being his mate but he would be the clingiest out of the four boys. If you wanted to go somewhere on the boardwalk, he would go with you.
He’s an adrenaline junkie, therefore you are going on every roller coaster on the boardwalk with him. He’s the type that would be laughing during the entire ride.
He would make up corny nicknames for you when he wants to mess with you. The type of corny petnames that make you cringe. Ex: Honeybun, cupcake, sugarplum. Your reaction would make him do it more.
However, his genuine petnames for you include; dove, baby, and babe. Dove being his favorite because he thinks you’re the only pure thing that has ever happened in his whole life, alive and undead.
The type of boyfriend who wouldn’t tolerate someone disrespecting you. He’s not the type of boyfriend that would just stand there and not do anything while his S/O is getting bothered by someone.
He may be smaller than the boys, but he can be fucking mean when he wants to be. It’s like poking a pissed off raccoon and getting your shit rocked by it. He’s not afraid to fight someone bigger than him or outnumber him. He’s a vampire, not like he can get seriously hurt!
He is an artist. He loves all types of art including; painting, drawing, sculpting. He doesn’t sculpt often but he loves to draw and paint.
He has an artbook that has hundreds of drawings dedicated to you on the pages. You’re his muse and he is literally obsessed with capturing your image on paper. Whenever you feel insecure, he would show his drawings to you to show how beautiful you actually are.
He made his jacket and he isn’t opposed to making one similar for you to wear. He would help you make it and add your own little patches, buttons, and accessories. He would even make you a matching one if you asked. Matching couple.
Similar to Paul, he is very affectionate, especially when it comes to kisses. He can’t help but want to kiss you all the time. Careful, he nips.
Speaking of Paul, he is also your automatic best friend. Like in Paul’s headcanons, Marko and him are best friends and spend a lot of time together. Trust me, being best friends with Paul is hilarious.
Marko would spend more time with you though after dating you, he just can’t help wanting to spend time with his mate.
Dates with him consist of going on safe rides on his motorcycle and racing down the beach. He loves when you tighten your grip around his waist and scream from how fast he’s going.
heey y’all! (‘: i don’t usually write smut, but this was a request from my old blog. it’s taken my ass like deadass three years to write it. ik it’s super long and i got carried away, but i’m proud bc i haven’t written smut in a very long time. originally it was meant to be semi nsfw but i went the whole nine yards instead!
also i’d like to give credit to @brideofcthulhu10 for helping me with this one. she helped co-write the beginning, whilst also giving me amazing pointers and keeping me on track when it came to marko’s character. so deffo give her blog a look through bc she’s such an amazing writer! <3333 - mae
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(GIF credit: @bonniebirddoesgifs)
Title: The Dilemma
Pairings: Marko x Fem!Reader
Summary: As any high-school senior, end of year exams encroach upon you, which results in your disappearance from the infamous Boardwalk. Marko, your vampiric boyfriend, feels awfully neglected and sees the strain that boring old studying is causing you. After being a gigantic nuisance in your time of need, Marko decides to aid you with your dilemma by getting you to to unwind. An innocent massage turns to much more. (READER IS 18/19 YEARS OLD IN THIS PIECE!!!)
Word count: 9,916
Warnings: SMUT AHEAD SO 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!! READER IS 18/19 IN THIS PIECE!!! Anxiety, angst, mentions of tension with parents, mentions of reader throwing things at Marko (mainly bc he scared her and also a plushie), established relationship, argument, make out session, massage, oral (female receiving), sexual content, unprotected sex, hair pulling, marking, depictions of blood, blood drinking/feeding and Marko being a sex God v.v Lemme know if I missed anything.
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Finals had encroached upon you and the rest of your senior class like a throttling bitter conclusion. An immense pressure had settled upon your slumped shoulders in a complex manner. It all gave you an uproarious migraine. Perched upon those shoulders of yours was a Devil and an Angel, reciting an exhausting, unanimous monologue you had encountered fervently with frustration and exhaustion for the past few weeks. The Devil enumerated vividly about how the stress of hunching over your books would only cause your spine to permanently warp, whilst grey hairs would prematurely appear on your head. It whispered of the sincere notion that you would be able to seek vehement pleasure by kicking back and relaxing with your boyfriend Marko; who currently laid sprawled out against your cushiony pink covers in an absurdly bored fashion behind you. He was the poster child of, “Are you finished yet?”
His only purpose was to grate on your nerves that much more viciously.
The Angel held up its own assertive chant with the utmost conviction. A soothing lullaby that frankly lulled you into boring hibernation, as if you were a grizzly bear entering its cave for the tundric winter months to come. You were well aware that it spoke of knowledge, reason and logic. The qualities that were dwindling — yet with its vibrant torch, it led the way to the future you so desperately had dreamed of since you were in middle school: A good job meant a good home, and so the domino effect would hopefully follow you in a cascading positive effect. Yet passing wasn’t everything, right? Well, the Angels’ lustrous song seemed to disrupt the already choppy sea wrecking the ships in your mind, pointing the way to salvation. However, you felt as though the Devil latched on, shoving you under the bartering force that the School District whipped into your back. You were merely a slave to the formidable system.
And thus the Angel and Devil fought their daunting battle amongst who could lead you quicker to each destination they desired for you to propel towards. The truth of the matter was that there was no balance within the chaos. You either went all in or did nothing at all. You were only battling with the Yin and Yang within you, but you didn't quite realise that. You needed someone else to obtain that truth and light it up in a firework festival. That someone was unfortunately your bouncing boyfriend Marko.
The sudden weight upon your tired shoulders felt like an angsty teen drama — unbearable. They slumped down with a force as you looked at the Math equations before you with contempt. Your mind was playing tricks on you because now the algebra seemed to be written in some bizarre language you swore was only known by extraterrestrials. Never had you experienced such affliction quite so potent in all of your young years of living until this very moment in time. High school, fortunately, had come and gone like the spring’s floral breeze, allowing for the stuffy summer heat to bound through the atmosphere like a blundering bull in a China shop. Great, now you were sweating too.
Despite your immortal boyfriend, Marko, having intermittently insisted that you hadn’t needed the extra education, you had graciously swung your bat in a conflicting vicious fashion. Your battered old baseball had leapt its last journey, landing into the lap of a comfortable Community College here in Santa Carla. Your original aim and hope had been to apply for greener pastures, such as the university in the nearest plush city. Yet you knew it was too far away from the Boardwalk. Your painfully vampiric boyfriend would kick up a putrid stink at the mere notion of you being so far away. Especially since daytime already kept you both apart, creating such a colourful apprehension to course through your very mortal veins.
You’d miss Marko too much as well, and slumming it under your bed in the dorm room all day and night just wouldn’t cut it. It wasn’t going to be the ideal move for any party involved. Familiar sunny Santa Carla would just have to do before you surfed your last wave, ticketing you straight to The Immortality Club.
“College?!” Marko sputtered out like a dying steam engine.
His hazel eyes blinked several times in absolute bewilderment as his body froze. The brown fuzzy teddy bear he had been carelessly chucking up and down in the air in a mindless fashion missed his right hand entirely. Its furry, soft backside flopped with a tender bounce atop his chest.
“Why would you go back to school baby?” He inquired desperately, “You’re already done.” His words hung in the air, thick like an uncomfortable smog riddled with consternation.
His nimble fingers swatted the bear off of him and he sat up straighter than a plank. The tender plush bounced off of your floorboards, tumbling into your open closet.
The same fingers suddenly danced restlessly to your dusty, cluttered nightstand where he aimed for that prized purple pen with the fluffy pom-pom dotted on the end of it: His digits fiddled with it fruitlessly, eyebrows creased together. Boy was he all sorts of twitchy tonight since boredom had taken hold of him by the balls. He felt as though he was going crazy. Especially with the apprehension at your announcement to further your needless education. Who needed books and crammed study sessions when you could be a youthful undead being for the rest of eternity? You’d never grow old, never die — this was a total blessing sitting right in your lap! Yet you shoved it off to the side without another thought. All of the previous discussions you’d had with him about turning meant nothing to you now, or so it seemed. Poofing into thin air, therefore to Marko, it meant you’d been replaced by some other worldly ghost that reeked of crippled anxiety; which, by the way, was akin to the rotting scent of death itself.
He had lazily propped himself against the headboard of your bed now, eyes not meetings yours — almost as if he were too meek to look up at you. He already knew the answer to his question from interpreting the blurry, chaotic dance of your thoughts rattling in your brittle skull. One more thought and your head would come blowing off! After all, he’d also noticed that physically you were in a frenzied stupor of stress and inner turmoil. You reeked of palpable insecurity and rotting angst, just like a teenage drama on screen. Blegh! It caused the blond boy to crinkle his hooked nose wryly, warping his angelic gestures.
Part of the reason why Marko alluded to the opportunity of peering up at you was due to the simple fact that his visit had come to be a frightening ordeal on your behalf. One that led to an abundant earful of curses and a book to have been launched at him — almost knocking his head clean off his shoulders. Right, you had the reflexes of a rabid raccoon startled by a rat when you were snuck up on. He knew better than to do such a thing. Luckily he had ducked just in time, smartly remarking that you should have gone for sports instead. He regretted the witty quip instantly by the displeased look on your face. So he was cast upon your frilly bed to pass the time like a woeful jester sentenced to imprisonment for not having entertained his Queen accordingly. The tragedy of it all!
And although you were aggravated at his unexpected visit — more salty over the fact he’d frightened you —, you did not have the slightest of hearts to kick him out. It felt too heart wrenching for you to do so. In fact, it was like kicking a stray kitten out into the rain. His damn bulbous eyes whenever you’d get close to the notion would appear like round, quivering rain drops — the pupils heavily swallowing the earthy iris. So you sighed instead, turning back to your work whilst Marko made himself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as his bored self would permit.
“I don’t want just a job, Marko.” You muttered irately under your breath from over your complex Math equations that were scrawled in their dreadful chicken scratch language upon gridded paper.
“I want a career! I wanna hone a craft.” You explained further with a nonchalant wave of your wrist. Your tone was curt, attempting to balance out his boredom that apparently began to increase the longer he remained there.
You paid no heed to his insistence, scribbling your notes with a vengeance for the paper you carved it into.
“That’s what I mean though,” Marko huffed out a hefty sigh, sitting up straight suddenly with his legs criss-crossed in a half lotus position. “Why do you need to work, anyway? Just one bite and BAM! All your problems would be gone, baby doll. I keep tellin’ ya!” He exclaimed animatedly, hands thrown up in the air in his own heated and wondrous stupor.
He’d even get David to teach you how to use compulsion so you could get whatever you wanted. It was so pathetically simple! He wondered now if you’d hit your head recently to have forgotten the simplicities of becoming a vampire. No stress would ensue, so long as you abided but the rules. Why couldn’t you just see that?
“Hush! I’ve already made up my mind about this. You’re not going to change it!” You quipped back sharply, grabbing a rusty coloured stuffed cat from your messy desk and hurled it half heartedly in his direction for the second time that night.
Damn, you really did mean business tonight.
The plushie cat managed (miraculously may I add) to bounce tenderly off of the side of his perky blond curls. A low laugh escaped from his sharp mouth. He was well aware by now that you were only attempting to push him away due to the draining stress of academics. The prospect of taking things too personally had been going really swell up until this point. He wasn’t going to afford himself to buckle now like he would from anyone else. Afterall, any other person who launched two objects at him would be decapitated and dead at his musty booted feet. You were getting off easy by a mile in comparison. You didn’t even know how much Divine Intervention had spared you at this point.
So instead he untangled his thin legs from their half lotus position, swinging them off the edge of the bed as he observed you nervously wind your fingers through your hair — tugging slightly at the roots in vexation. The sight made him feel sympathy for you, a feeling that was nearly completely foreign to someone like him. It caused his dead stomach to knot and twist uncomfortably because he just wanted to lend you a helping hand. He just wasn’t sure how he could. School work wasn’t exactly his forte and all, being as he never acquired much of an education when he was a kid at the end of the last century. Nevertheless, he was your boyfriend and boyfriends had to take care of their girlfriends, right?
With a defeated sigh, Marko pressed his strong palms on his knees and found the sudden energy to get to his feet. His chunky boots clunked noisily on the ground, an incessant irritance to you. It made your body visibly cringe in your chair with each step he took. It was as though he was dropping bricks of led onto the ground. Your boyfriend, lost in his own deep thoughts, remained oblivious, wandering aimlessly to your bookshelf in search of something to cure his doldrum. The shelves were coated in a peculiar thin layer of dust, a dead giveaway that you had not kept this space to its usual tidiness. His inquisitive fingers collected the fluffy debris similar to dust bunnies on the tips before swiftly rubbing them together, which disintegrated his fuzzy pals into mere nothingness.
‘Damn, when was the last time you cleaned this place?’ He thought. It wasn’t like you to just allow things to collect dust. At this rate, you’d end up having your own personal Cave that Marko didn’t want a hand in helping you clean.
His pesky touch ventured along, dancing across the spines of old tattered novels aged well with love. Reading wasn’t really his style, but he supposed he didn’t mind it when he’d lounge in your lap like a cat, bathing in the stark silver moonlight whilst you read ‘The Outsiders’ to him late into the night. The accents you pulled off were enjoyable, a husky hushed twang so your parents wouldn’t hear. You always did a spanking job at Matt Dillons’ Dallas Winston. He couldn’t help but snort at the times you’d tear up during said character’s devastating death. It had alarmed Marko the first time it had happened. Now he only ever teased you about it, equipped with the ability to wipe your tears away and give you a moment to settle before continuing. He enjoyed those memories a lot.
Marko’s marvellously silver tongue clicked in his mouth liberally to an unordinary beat he’d plucked out of thin air from many moons ago. It did nothing but sourly distract you from your work. Your body tense once more, knee jerking in a wild bouncing fashion, knocking the underside of your desk in time with his clacking tune. You chewed your pencil menacingly, the brittle wood splintering slightly in your mouth. It made astounding practice for future inevitable victims. Perhaps the School Board would be your first ones.
Still, the more you travelled down the mental highway, you felt nothing but guilt at the thought of kicking Marko out. Recalled his disheartened countenance that struck his handsome features at the mere inkling of casting him out into the bewitched humid night.
Just when you thought you’d lost your mind enough, Marko flicked the power switch of your radio as if on purpose. The speakers screamed to life, blaring out the belting introduction of You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. The precipitous noisy intrusion throttled into the air, shocking your eardrums. It scared the living daylights out of you for the second time that night! Marko’s mouth spread into a harmless grin, mouthing the lyrics with the utmost enthusiasm; his hands scrambling to his abdomen to begin shredding on the gnarliest air guitar he could muster. His head and body hopped comfortably along to the hypnotic drum beat and flourishing bass, floating up on a mouthwatering guitar riff and husky vocals to die for. Edgy.
As if possessed by a formidable spirit, you whipped around in your seat, eyes wild with offence. All of the equations behind you were now abandoned. You were giving Marko the look that could surely kill even an immortal. He seemed to be on another planet, too deep in the rock n’ roll blaring boisterously from your speakers to take note of your inconvenience.
Prompted by a supernatural sixth sense, the curly blond turned to look at you — an honest inquiry over whether his air guitar appeared better than Paul’s ready on the tongue. It’s life, a premature one, slid back down his throat and into his voice box. Realisation hit him when the usual mischief in his facial expression fled his countenance entirely. He mimicked that of a child being told off by its raging mother.
“Oops!” His lips mouthed, turning off the radio instantly.
The stark silence built thickly in the air, only allowing the remaining orchestra of cicada’s outside to be heard. Your heart was pounding in your chest, that vein in your forehead bulging with every beat of your galloping heart.
“Sorry babe.” He stated sheepishly, hands held up in surrender by his head.
“It’s fine. It’s fine.” You gritted out twice, more for your benefit the second time around.
As if to solidify a semblance of being non-combative, you held your hands up on either side of your head. A silent plea for Marko to cooperate with your simple boundaries.
Perhaps he wasn’t entirely sorry about it, but that didn’t matter if you didn’t know it. Though with the way you tried not to glower at him, he understood, without a doubt, that you were more than aware he was only half apologetic. After all, he was fuelled by a thick smog of boredom, which only forced unease to burst from him like the flames of Hell. Nevertheless, he watched you with his widened gaze before settling on your bed once more. A couple more hours wouldn’t kill him, right?
“Just don’t touch anything, okay? As soon as I get through the rest of this chapter, maybe we can watch a movie together.” You suggested through gritted teeth.
An inkling of hope dawned across Marko’s features like The Gates of Heaven had opened for him. It felt like the sun was warming his ice cold flesh, the fuzzy memory from his mortal life in 1901 came to fruition in his mind. Refreshing to say the least. His back inched higher, attempting to obtain a good look at your bulky textbook.
“How much ya got left?”
You hummed, pondering whilst your stiff aching fingers thumbed the pages. It was an entire wad. Marko’s heart rocketed into the old floorboards under his feet, and he hung his head in existential dread. You wouldn’t even be finished by sun up.
“About half a chapter,” you commented with hope, but to him it was all a charlatan’s sham.
“Yeah, yeah okay…” he mumbled, cast to the cushiony abode of your bed.
The ambience of the room settled back to the mind numbing pace of planned study sessions. His only two forms of escape were to either cast himself into a premature sleep or leave without you noticing. Both were tempting. Nevertheless, he remained there, paralysed with indecision.
Soon misery encased him, your plush bed and messy surroundings incapable of quenching his need for attention. A sour trance gathered deep within his undead soul. Blasé eyes analysed the way that you seemed to slightly settle in your seat. The scratching of pencil on paper overcame the atmosphere like a thick infestation of utter disinterest. Though he wasn’t alluded by the fact your muscles were still taut underneath your baggy black shirt and baby blue pyjama shorts. The sight made him pity you once more, because you were slaving away.
Suddenly a nagging urge told him to just burn all of your textbooks so he could have his damn girlfriend back!
From his stance on the bed, he noted that complex algebra was what you were studying: The sight made his stomach twist sickly and his head throb, because with Paul rotting his brain ninety percent of the time, Marko couldn’t even recall what 2+2 equaled.
Eventually his patience wore thin.
“Babe, how long have you been studying?” He finally broke the long silence. A casual air to his tone.
Marko rested his elbows upon his knees with a hunched back once he sat up; unconsciously mirroring you. Fixated on your entire being. It was almost humorous the way you seemed to sink further into your stressful work with every equation you tortured yourself to complete. The inclination both distressed and astonished him. This wasn’t like you at all. In fact, he was willing to bet that you’d been switched out by a government clone provided by the CIA with the way you were acting. You despised math!
When was the last time you had taken a damn break? When was this ever going to end? Were you ever not going to throw ginger stuffed cats at him? God forbid if he had to endure you worrying when your exams were all said and done. If you so much as breathed a damn fear towards the notion of not passing, he was going to lose his damn mind.
It was almost nearing the mark of an entire month since you’d made your typical appearance at the Boardwalk. An unusual occurrence in itself. It had worried him to begin with, especially since it had occurred out of the blue. No notion communicated whatsoever of your educational predicament. Marko was usually rather patient with you, however, since he hadn’t ever exactly attended school himself (or graduated for that matter), he was honestly struggling to relate to the importance of it all. Good grades and whimsical desires to attend college didn’t hold the same meaning to him as it did to you. It frankly just sounded like a damn fairytale.
In fact, the whole ordeal just was a major waste of time to him. Afterall, he held the potent magic of immortality in the palms of his hands; brandished like the forbidden fruit that Adam himself consumed. There were sneaky tricks and enchanting gifts that he — along with every vampire — possessed. All that temptation didn’t seem to tickle your fancy in the current moment. Marko couldn’t deny the truth that if it (college) made you happy in the long run, he didn’t have the heart to cut in and stop you. He wanted you to be content at the end of the day. So long as you also cared about his happiness too. It didn’t really feel like you did — not with you pushing him away like he was some diseased fleabag.
“Uuuuhhmmmm shit,” you began with a flourishing fluster encapsulating your countenance. You used the end of your chewed up pencil to scratch the side of your head vigorously, “I dunno, three days?” You shrugged.
It sounded as if you were asking him for clarification, but Marko sat there just as clueless and waiting for your answer.
To be completely transparent, that was only a guesstimate thrown to the stuffy air with no refreshing breeze to carry it away from you. You were utterly fried; all for very different reasons. Meals consisted of take-out or quick instant snacks so the remnants could be discarded easily. You went from a daily shower to one every three days; dishes had been piled up so high in your sink, because you didn’t possess the luxury known as time: All until your mother lost her mind and dove in infuriatingly to maintain downstairs her spotless domain. Completing these simple tasks designed to keep your living quarters in order were overwhelming now.
Marko wasn’t the only one feeling the absence of your chipper presence. As just mentioned, your dutiful mother took up your chores to accomplish with disgruntled agitation, because she had limited time too. Yet no matter how much she may have resented you currently, she found some compassion for you in your final weeks as a senior highschool student. She took it with a badge of silence, but you felt that heavy churning of guilt in your gut whenever she would impulsively huff and puff through the thin walls, as well as slam cupboards shut. Nothing went unnoticed by you, but it drove you further into the disorganised abode of unrelenting chaos. You were just glad your parents were out on a weekend trip. Sweet silence was yours.
Escaping was all you wanted to do. Yet you were bound to your desk by a hefty chain around your ankle with the belief that if you failed, you’d have let everyone around you down. There was so much pressure riding on your back that it felt unbearably hot. Scalding tears burnt the corners of your eyes and you fought to wipe them away with two quick slaps to your cheeks.
Oh how you missed the Boardwalk desperately! Longing for the nights out with Marko where the oceanic droplets dotted your skin when you paraded down it on his metallic steed. They seemed so far away now, so out of touch that you could barely recall what it felt like to be nestled in the musty, dusty caverns where the boy’s home sat within. Those nights were always fun, riddled with a peculiar perception of time that made them feel as though they went on forever. Frankly, you missed him and his brothers. However, even though you did, you couldn’t afford to burn out. If you could just squeeze out a little more, then maybe you could manage to get through with a hair length left of energy and patience.
Like a precariously challenging puzzle, the pieces finally clicked into place in Marko’s nifty skull. A lightbulb dinged over his head, illuminating everything around him and he saw things with virgin eyes. Once that had occurred, the relief he experienced was knocked viciously out of the way and replaced by a worry that he never had felt before. You’d always been splendid at managing yourself in a healthy manner. Balancing and pacing yourself was a natural instinct you possessed, crafted into an art during the academic year. Marko had sat back comfortably up until this point, just taking it all for granted, because you’d always been so self-reliant.
Yet as he stared at you from across your bedroom intently, he began to take note of the little differences surrounding you both. The space was riddled with disorganisation as its main theme, messiness spread out in all of its glory. A large pile of dirty clothes lay in the left corner of your room, making him silently plead with the universe that your socks wouldn’t start crawling out towards him with a mind of their own. Your pink bed covers he was perched upon weren’t made in their usual neat style; that stupid desk you had yourself rooted in front of was clumped together in a marinade of dirty food containers, pens, pencils and papers. A giant teetering tower of jagged books to the right looked ominous and shaky to him. The trash can beside it was overflowing with a cornucopia of crumpled bits of paper that looked as if Jason himself had hacked at them with his own chainsaw! What in the hell was going on with you?
“You shouldn’t sweat the exams, babe.” Marko stated without much of a rational thought.
The gratuitous comment seemed to startle you to austere stillness. Similar to a cat who’d grown enraged, frightened as its fur and tail zapped with pulsing electricity. Your aura resembled the frizzy taut hairs of said feline friend; and your head whipped to the side so viciously that it struck a literal nerve, causing your vision to blur. Paying little mind to the agony of the nauseating feeling, you pressed on.
“What!?” You seethed through tightly gritted teeth. You were a festering beast. All the chipped pieces of fragile pottery you’d held together shattered. Patience was no longer your virtue.
Acting on impulse, Marko’s fingerless gloved hands sprang to the sides of his head once more, eyebrows raised. You really needed to chill out.
“Damn, hear me out!” He started, a little heat behind his words.
He was frankly pretty tired of the onslaught you shoved onto him. You were beginning to yank him into the depths of your own anguish. He never swung that way initially, but you were spoiling his night that had started off perfectly fine, thank you very much.
“All that I meant by that was you’re the smartest person I know, babe. You’ve passed everything so far. There’s no way you’re failin’ anything!” His words had intended to diffuse the bomb he’d set up from his previous comment.
Reassurance was what you needed right? Wrong. It only seemed to spread the shrapnel and vibrant inferno swirling violently within you. A snort dispelled,, forcing you to drop your pencil on your notebook. Disbelief rattled your expression, the fuse to a TNT’s detonator had been slammed down staunchly and rage encompassed you over the smallest of things.
“Yeah, like you know what it’s like to have all this pressure on your shoulders. You just bum around the Cave like you’re a damn king without a care in the world! The most you have to worry about is whether you get David the right kind of take-out when Michael’s lazing on the bed next to Star!”
The words were haughty, sturdy ammunition pelting Marko to a mushy pulp. The worst part was that you’d turned your back on him when you’d said it. Honing in on your unreasonable point. The world didn’t just revolve around you, you know.
There was a flicker of irritation that blossomed like a breathtakingly fiery rose in his chest. Hot electricity pulsed his eyes alight, though as soon as the burning rage had appeared, Marko settled it with a deep breath. Right, you were his girlfriend, he couldn’t kill you like some blundering drunk Surf Nazi. No matter how much of a raging bitch you were being right now.
A few minutes sauntered by, a tense silence stretching with its thick tendrils that imbedded themselves in your throat. Realisation hit you square in the chest and you dug the heels of your hands into your sore, closed eyes harshly at the thought of how stupid you were being.
“Shit! I’m so sorry.” There was a denseness to your tone, shame blanketing it like a sugar coated donut. If only it felt as sweet.
“Nah, don’t sweat it, babes!” Marko released with a heavy sigh, a passive manner taking over him. It wasn’t hard to do.
Afterall, the anger had been shaken out of every dead cell in his body. He lifted a cool hand, his fingers burying in his blond licks and pushing them out of his eyes, a simple motion that soothed him slightly.
“No, it’s not not!” You sighed out, tipping your head back in your wooden chair till it teetered a bit. You stared dreadfully up at the ceiling with bitter contempt. “I hate this! I hate all of this studying. If I look at one more number I’m gonna commit arson on the school so I don’t have to take my exam on Monday morning!”
“You know that can be arranged for you with the help of Paul and I? ” Marko grinned at you, the prospect of putting all this incessant studying to a grand halt really tickled his fancy; whether you were being serious or not.
“Not funny!”
“What? You wouldn’t be connected. Scouts honour, babes.”
Though from the expression you were giving him, Marko was certain that attempting to pull jokes with you so soon wasn’t in anyone’s best interests just yet. Not when you were wound up so tight. However there was the beginning of a smile working on the edges of your beautiful lips. It settled the tension a little.
“There’s my girl!” He replied proudly, patting his gloved hands on the thighs of his jeans habitually.
Suddenly another lightbulb moment zinged its fluorescent rays above his head. Jackpot! He knew exactly what you needed to relax. He did, afterall, have magical hands that were perfect for massaging. A little TLC and you’d be well oiled enough to snuggle with him as you both watched a movie. Just a little loving was all he wanted — he missed you.
Like a golden sleek mountain lion with prey locked in its predatory gaze, Marko crept stealthily towards you on surprisingly light feet with his paws out. Ready for the kill. Those icy digits were immediately welcomed by your clammy hot skin, and your affliction seemed to melt away in the heat of the humid air. This was precisely the reaction Marko had imagined in his wondrously gruesome noggin.
To begin with, you seemed tense at the idea of his touch gone foreign from the lack of his familiar presence. Frustration mixed with guilt at your own pitiful past actions as a girlfriend. The stress was making you crack on so many levels. His touch was comforting despite the fact your shoulders made a subtle attempt at shaking him off. Yet he had a firm hold on you — certainly not enough to cause harm. What didn’t he understand about this entire ordeal? This was extremely important to you. His candid words rung in your ears, a gong gone off to begin the journey of relaxation and release of pent up frustrations.
“You gotta take a break. Even just for five minutes.” He echoed your already persuaded thoughts. A wispy coo, hypnotic in nature.
You were incapable of resistance to his powerful abilities he reserved specifically for times such as these. Sure he wasn’t David, but Marko knew how to pull someone as stubborn as you into his lane, wrestling them into a relaxed submission of chill time. Damn him and his undead powers!
His fingers were possessed by black magic — working at the sore, aching muscles that had become strained by impeccably poor posture and a lack of necessary exercise. You lacked both the hefty bark and bite to fight him, it had disappeared with the energy and motivation to engage in anyone or anything other than what was currently going on in the present moment. Temptation wanted you to reap the rewards of Marko’s skilful ministrations. You swiftly ushered into the realm of utter selfishness, leaning into his touch wantonly the moment his pesky long appendages massaged down your shoulders in a taut yet tender fashion. A wince escaped your lips once he worked on a specific knot. You stirred and twitched in the seat like it had become unbearably hot.
With your face bunched up, a moan entailing slight anguish fluttered past your lips, Marko eased up on said spot, focusing on another area.
“Atta girl,” He grinned, “Relax…” an angelic whisper crept into your ear.
He sounded hypnotic, binding you under his blissful spell of ease. Though it was that specific spot in your sore muscles that caused you irritation. Marko left it happily because he’d worked the majority of it out. Now his long, thin fingers padded at the balls of your shoulders, solace in nature before returning up the valley of your neck for the second time. He simpered subconsciously to himself in a victorious fashion the moment you went completely lax under his touch. A pleasurable surrender to his beck and call. Your arms went limp, resembling the feeling and look of overcooked spaghetti. The rear of the chair and Marko’s light, yet secure grip on you were the only two things that kept you upright. There was an immature smugness to his motions that you could practically feel engraved into you.
“You like that?” There was audacity for him to whisper it against the soft shell of your ear. Such a seductive note.
Your response came to him through another throaty groan of approval and a swift, gentle nod of your head. So subtle that for a moment, he wondered if he’d dreamt up the consensual physical action entirely.
Mischief purchased him, a long lost friend. Sharp teeth nicked the delicate flesh of your earlobe, mouth finding a mind of their own to trail down the side of your neck. The feverish pulsepoint he’d grown to know well was peppered in an onslaught — each kiss and nip purposeful. Melting like the ice caps into his touch, the Devil suddenly pulled away after taking a step back. Your back was held up by the chair entirely. A pout formed your precious mouth, head tilted towards him. Your half hooded eyes unveiled a cheeky sight indeed: He was smirking with that Cheshire grin he was so renowned for. Not to mention that he’d propped himself like royalty on the edge of the bed, his head cocked to the side in amusement.
“What? You want more?” An arrogance wafted from him, sent on the hot summer breeze.
He knew you were hooked by the way you turned in your chair to finally acknowledge him fully. “Then c’mere.” He said simply, patting his lap.
Rising from your chair was methodical. Lots of attention had to be put into moving your stiff limbs almost gone numb from being in the same position for god knows how long. Yet you padded over to your awaiting throne, straddling his waist boldly. Hands floated to your hips, squeezing them longingly, and as if bound under his hypnotic spell from earlier, you found his lips in a mixture of rushed passion and want. Marko was cool, hanging back and letting you explore the excitement you’d been starving for for weeks. He was just happy to go along for the ride, seeing where it took you both. This wasn’t so much about him as it was about you.
Your tongue intruded his mouth, a sudden willingness to become as close to him as physically possible. He beckoned beneath you, chest tightening with the giddiness that felt oh so good to experience. Teeth nipped at your lower lip, a yearning to eventually get at the crimson liquid buried beneath your thin, delicate skin was intricate but controlled. Taunting and malicious hands wandered, pushing beneath fabric to clutch at the supple flesh of your breasts. You pulled apart for a breath, a gasp of alluring surprise fluttering from your mouth. Marko chuckled against the flesh of your delicate throat — not missing the sultry glow having engulfed you. It now permeated towards him. Frustration could be played out in more than one way, which he was happy to do.
The black tee you’d been sporting came over your head in a single tug, cast to the floor with his mix-matched jacket and crop top. He admired the rise and fall of your bare breasts, highlighted in the moonlight — embarrassing you in the way he deemed was the cutest. Yet he made no move towards influencing your next moves. Instead the icy tips of his fingers tickled up your sides, ghosted along your spine to entice goosebumps. Your gaze settled on his beautiful flesh , fair and adorned with muscles beneath his strong skin. He made your mouth water, the washboard abs and the strength that came from him in more than just the physical aspect set you on fire. Your staring amused him. Were you still too shy to touch despite this having happened in times gone by? He was all yours. There was no need for meaningless delays. The inevitable was bound to occur. You might as well just meet him in the middle.
Your warm fingertips settled upon his sturdy chest whilst you mounted him. A delicious expression of your needs being met flashed across your angelic features, but your lips twisted into such a devilish smirk. Some would title you as a promiscuous nymph, tantalisingly rocking your hips back and forth — creating much needed friction. Marko’s fingers smoothed up your sides, his own breath flustered out of his lungs. Yet he just watched you, hazel eyes deepening from the dilation of his pupils. A hunter was being fed under your seductive spell. Such a horny, pretty thing you were, rutting against him like a desperate bitch in heat. It caused amusement to tickle his senses, because he knew this wouldn’t suffice enough of your needs. Witnessed it dawn frustratingly upon your countenance. You needed more. You wanted more.
“Atta girl.” He winked, grinning impishly up at you. A seductive golden halo flowed from his head as he laid there admiring you.
Before long, his patience wore thin. His back arched upwards then, lips trailing along the swell of your sensitive breasts. They glistened deliciously with sweat in the moonlight, inviting his tongue to taste the salty liquid. You sighed, hips faltering, thwarting your efforts to get off. A pathetic whimper of dissatisfaction escaped you, rumbling in your chest. He felt it against his sinful tongue, sucking sweet little marks into your skin. And silently, his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging down gently. You manuevred yourself over him, eager to get any remaining clothes off and have him take control. You never knew what to expect with him, which was all the more exciting. Yet all he did was clasp his lips around your right nipple, suckling on it firmly, though not enough to hurt. His teeth nipped at it, tugging ever so slightly in the way you always approved — all whilst he stared up at you. Man was he a tease.
As soon as it had started, the pleasure ceased. Gone in the blink of an eye. You stared down at your boyfriend, your hips twirling in rebellion. Already you were quivering, at his mercy whilst your fingers tangled in his beautifully curly locks.
“What?” He inquired with an innocent tilt to his head.
Distinct symptoms of embarrassment clouded your features — your skin felt hot. The only thing you could do was nip your swollen bottom lip and draw your eyebrows together in the centre. So cute. Why was he doing this? It was simple, he wanted to.
“Hmmm? Use your big girl words, baby.” He added with a breathy laugh meant to mock you. His large palms smoothed against the softest parts of your body reassuringly.
You gulped, throat dry and hoarse. Your hips rutted on his hardened cock concealed beneath the rough denim. It’s roughness dampened by your sopping cunt. You whimpered as he guided your hips, looking hungrier than ever. Silently pleading for him to touch you the way you loved it the most. However, he did not play into these silent games. You knew that, but it was always worth a try. Sometimes he was forgiving and lenient. Tonight he seemed to be holding back, admiring your handiwork until you begged him with delirium to give you what you wanted.
“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me. Hmm?” He cooed up at you.
“I want more,” you began pitifully, eyes unable to meet his heavy gaze.
“More of what?” He was milking this, enjoying the way you twitched.
“More of you.” As if that could answer his blatantly insistent inquiry. Yet before he could open his mouth to prod further, you’d beaten him to the punch, “I want your mouth.”
A diabolical sexy grin spread across his face. Sharp pearly whites glinted in the argent glow menacingly, but only for show. To intimidate you into the correct position. The air in your lungs caught in your throat at the sight, forcing you to shiver. He was going to force you into helplessness with your limbs unable to hold you up afterwards, all accompanied with a mushy mind with him at the centre of it. Duties and resilient responsibilities were a thing of the past. Well, at least for tonight. What you were asking him for was something he was more than qualified to provide. A god-like tongue that made your head spin in a volatile tornado and your thighs squeeze deliciously around his head. The thought began thawing out the embarrassment coiled in your gut and latched into your flesh like barbed coils. Marko managed to pull them out effortlessly and painlessly. Thus, fueled by a fire in his own belly, he flipped you over at the flick of a finger. The cool sheets beneath you were welcomed because of the clammy air. The wind momentarily knocked out of you due to a lustre of giddiness. You laid there, breathless and bothered, watching him slither down your body like a ravenous serpent. Attentive nips and open mouthed kisses pressed along the way. You sighed with contentment, legs parting to fit him between them.
Gazes locked, he pressed your legs up towards your chest, spreading you open for him. There was little you could do to hide from him. His strong palms prevented such a shameful sin, the tips of his blunt nails digging into the supple backs of your thighs. The sting welcomed by you. Vulnerability was nowhere to be found — not even in your fuzzy brain. He liked it better that way. You were entirely enthralled by impulses and senses. The events of earlier ancient history he didn’t want to revisit any time soon. Wanton desire encompassed you. He’d incinerated all feelings of abashment from your being. You were tainted with a bold desperation. A one track mind that only Marko could read and satisfy.
“Just relax…” He breathed against the tender skin of your inner thigh. You could entrust him with this.
When he dove in, he had the enthusiasm of a starved man. The tip of his wet flickering appendage swiped your folds. Once, twice and a third time. On and on it went. The taste of you was salty yet sweet, the perfect addictive combination. You were perfect underneath him, letting his pretty gratified tongue serve blessings upon your clit. Faster and faster he adored you, suckling and nipping upon your sensitive bundle of nerves at the right intervals. It was all so perfect. Driving you further and further up the edge. You squealed under his onslaught, chest rising and falling as if possessed. Your limbs shook, eyes rolling into the rear of your frazzled skull. Yeah, you’d finally escaped. All of your inconsequential concerns fled from your body whilst you pushed Marko further into your sex. It was pathetic as you wantonly moaned his name, a repetitive mantra. So pitiful in fact that your hips rocked against his tongue, the tip of his nose catching your clit. Marko was just happy to drown in you. Your sticky essence dripping down his chin. All he could do was lap up what you offered, and none of it went to waste.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!” You heaved into the clammy air, your eyes bleary by now.
Just one more stripe and he was going to ruin you.
You tumbled from heaven, rocketing down to Earth. Your descent imploring delirium. The ability to quit shaking was nowhere to be found. There was Marko, parting from your folds in a sticky and panting mess. His predator instincts lit aflame like a match in the dark, all because of your erratic heartbeat that had been palpitating under his skillful onslaught. You smelled so superbly delicious it made him delirious, rough hands settled on either side of your head to trap you in the cage he put you in. His glowing yellow eyes and slightly warbled features should have terrified you, yet they did not. You felt a love for the monster that mirrored your feelings in his own, demonic entirety. Your fingers were lazy, ghosting the tips upon his protruded brow bone. Despite his monstrosity, his features morphed back to that of a human’s with your enduring patience. A glow remaining in his perky eyes — an ardent aura surrounded the beast. Calloused fingers smoothed away the stray hairs to your face uncomfortably with sweat. Couldn’t stop the grin that came about from you looking so lost in your thoughts. You were fucked out already and he’d barely even begun. He decided then that he could’ve stared at you like this forever, because not a thought outside of him remained in your head. That’s what he appreciated the most. No competitions, just you and him. That’s all that was yearned for.
Lips crashed together, though your fight for dominance was easily overthrown by Marko, his pesky fingers pinching and pulling on your nipples. He rolled them between his fingers. A surge of gratitude took over you, hummed right into his mouth. Teeth gnashed together, it was heated, fueled by an endless amount of passion. Oh you were driving him crazy. Your hands fiercely clutched onto his strong shoulders, nails digging into the soft cool flesh of them. You were lost fully in the reality of ecstasy. Disoriented from the notion that once you started, you didn’t want it to stop. He was the incubus that tainted you, and he too could not stop himself from damning you once again. He’d yank you straight into hell with him. You were all his.
So his palms were strong, scrunching up the bedsheets beside your head, catching the strands of your hair within its hold. It stung, leading a pleasant hiss from you and into his mouth. Your own fingers pinging the button of his jeans before dipping into the waistband of his boxers. His lips broke apart, teeth nipping your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. Yes, you were a promiscuous nymph, working him further and further until precum leaked languidly from the tip, trickling and spilling onto your knuckles. The impish smirk you gave him sealed the deal.
“Not yet,” he whispered against your ear, a breathy chuckle expelled when you continued. “This is about you, baby. I can’t do that if I’ve busted all over you.” He grinned.
He did have a fair point. Off the remainder of his clothes went. Now no barriers remain between the pair of you. Naked and vulnerable in an iridescent glow from the moon.
In typical fashion of your boyfriend, he possessed an impatient roughness to him. A single hand manoeuvred your legs apart, one hiked upon his awaiting forearm and the other snug around his hip. In one swell tug down, you were spread open for him, the tip of his glistening cock pressed into your soaked folds. The minimal friction had invited your hips to buck up rebelliously. Yet the beast watched you with heavy eyes, watching the mouthwatering way he sunk barely into your cute little hole. It was enough for his senses to snap entirely. The second he pushed in fully, a grunt tumbled out and against the shell of your ear. The size of him filled you up in a way that you never thought was imaginable. The intrusion was sudden but smooth, forcing you to whimper and tuck your face into his shoulder. Your legs twitched, tensed whilst your palms instinctively reached out to press themselves against his lower abdomen. You protested, softly pushing back and he obliged, but only to sink back in slowly.
Yet a sweetness prevailed, his mouth whispering encouragingly into your ear, “That’s it, babygirl. You take me so good.”
The praise led to your hands smoothing up his rippled abdomen, appreciating the body that belonged to a Greek God. Closer he leaned into you, your body relaxing from the sudden intrusion he’d worked in and out of you with a gentle rocking of his hips. All of it pulled that wolfish simper from your breathless boyfriend. Your hips had a mind of their own, twitching to meet his abundantly stuttering hips in the middle. A dull ache blossomed and pulsed in your hot cunt. You wanted him so badly that it hurt. He pined for you just as violently, enough to pull back swiftly and snap his hips roughly into you. Any semblance of patience eradicated at the weathering fray in the string, crashing over into a dominant nature he was renowned for. You were all too obedient and joyous to follow. The intrusion into your cervix was unexpected, drawing out a wanton cry from your parched throat. His movements were deliberate, gaze darkening substantially in the shade of luscious ecstasy. Every cell in both of your bodies bursting to life whilst Marko did all of the work.
“M-Marko!” You stammered and gasped. Nothing but a pathetic whimper against the edge of his mouth.
Your foreheads were pressed together lovingly, hazel eyes finding your watery gaze easily. Tears pricked the corners. The pleasure curling you into his body.
At this rate, if he kept up his onslaught of devotion, you’d be a mess all over again; shuddering and sighing underneath him in a pitiful fashion. It was his favourite. Watching you crumble under everything he offered you, and by god would he offer you absolutely everything. The mere thought tempting him into overdrive with his impeccable stamina and strength. You could hardly keep up.
Yet with all of his rough ministrations and hungry motivations, there was a loving twitch to his lips — an extra devotion in the roll and smack each thrust brought. The tip of him hammering home on the delicate spot inside of you. Witnessing what each pull and push built up inside of you. It was perfect, feeling you cream all over him thickly. Your perfect moans and hazy eyes only made him love you more.
The only response you’d acquired was a grunt gritted between clenched teeth and panting breaths. His calloused digits feathered into your hair, gathering it into his fist. Nothing about him relented. He could tell by your half lidded eyes that you were nearly there. Expression consumed by an ample amount of bliss. It seeped into the air, boasting an array of vibrant hormones and scents. You were bewitching him with your morality, your head toppling back when he tugged on your hair firmly. The notion only forced him to grow more sporadic. Your content mewls of mercy morphing into the sweaty, salty air. His cool skin warmed by yours alone. Yet deep inside, even you knew that you didn’t possess a desire for him to stop. You wanted this. Wanted it more than you had any other time, because you’d stupidly starved yourself of most of your needs.
Toppling over the edge didn’t seem too far away. You could feel every inch of yourself under the mercy of your painfully vampiric boyfriend. He nurtured you into a quaking mess with his ragged edges, but it was all so utterly perfect. Your throbbing heart thrummed against your rib cage painfully, warping Marko’s features for a second time that night. Though it remained hidden within the cosy crook of your beautiful neck. Each pounding beat synching with his sinful thrusts until everything felt like a hot and heavy blur. Higher and higher you went, rising into cloud nine. He followed behind you, your scent driving him to weakness. He was dizzy, fingers grappling upon your flesh; grasping what he could to both pleasure you and steady himself. Your hands held onto his shoulders, fingers slithering up into his damp curly mullet. Over and over he went, but you held on.
“Let go, babygirl…” he whispered in a strained husky fashion against your sweaty skin.
His elongated teeth grazed the palpitating vein of your sweet spot. They glinted threateningly unbeknownst to you.
A temptation too reckless overcame him. The ruby rushing rivers beneath the surface of fragile skin spoke to him. Sung seductively into his soulless chest. It’s sweet nectar coaxed him in until said sharp teeth grazed a little too harshly. One drop was enough for his tongue to burst to life. Inducing him to suck on the wound. A harsher one warranted more blood to ooze out, and thus you yelped in protest. Though now too delirious to feel much else than the driving force that brought you literally on the edge of your second orgasm of the night. He could barely stop himself, the edge pulling his hips more violently into that back and forth motion — just as harsh but clouded with sloppiness. All until you both spilled over the edge of the cup.
It was a viral shock, numbing your body into intense bliss. A chorus of heightened groans poured from your mouth. Quaking limbs wrapped around his rocking body, pushing his spilled seed further into your womb. A long, husky groan buried itself into your neck — forcing his brief blood drinking to come to a halt. A heavy ’o’ shape formed your lips, throat hoarse from your incessant whimpers. The crash back down to hell was something in itself. Just as intense whilst you both hurtled, twitched and panted down in the fiery centre of the earth. Both of you left joined together from sensitivity. Gazes locked together with a dopey satisfaction. You watched his mischievous grin on his features, gone slightly pink from your blood. Your boyfriend was high on your blood — no doubt because it felt akin to taking a hit of crack. Yet you remained jelly legged, arms unable to move and your mind fuzzy. You were relaxed as he pulled out, admiring his seed trickling from you before he prized his clean crop top from your floor to clean you up.
“You… bit me,” you pouted up at him.
Your own pair of heavy fingertips inspected the small, messy series of puncture wounds engraved into your neck. A form of marking Marko was infamous for implementing. It stung so you winced.
“My bad.” Was all he grinned out in a lopsided fashion.
But it wasn’t an apology. He’d never apologised for such an act — not even in his controlled feeding on you. You were his and he was yours. Maybe he was a little too possessive. Nevermind, because the post orgasm glow only invited him in on shaky forearms. The tip of his nose skimmed your collarbone, inhaling your luxurious scent. His tongue poked out, lapping up the rich droplets you offered him of no fault of your own. It tasted sweet, yet decadent, almost like spiced mulled wine. The coolness of his appendage felt relieving against the hotness of your skin.
“Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily, fingernails softly dragging against his scalp to hone in on the appreciation that swarmed you.
Your gratitude was humorous. It made him chuckle as he pulled back, towering over your fully relaxed body. He tilted his head, “For fucking your brains out?”
“Mhmmmm!” You nodded, adamant.
More laughter propelled from his mouth, because Marko was not quite sure how else to respond. You’d never thanked him for such a thing before, and it was a warrant for teasing that’s for sure. Still, it made his still heart swell a thousand times in size, mimicking the distant feeling of a pulse of his heart. His silent lips pressed ardent kisses to the wound on your neck, running his tongue over the wound only to watch it magically heal somewhat. Then his mouth travelled to your ear, just to hear your soft giggle in time, sleepily stirring beneath him.
“I love you, baby.” A smile evident against the shell of your ear.
“Love you too…” you sighed with your own mirrored grin, all dopey from exhaustion.
The tug of sleep won and you plummeted into the blackness your closed eyelids entailed. It was a warm welcome after weeks of choppy and restless sleep from rampant anxiety. Marko laid there beside you, his fingers hovering over your tired muscles to clean you up and smooth ardent circles into sore patches of skin from his rough handling. An arm of his draped underneath your head as you silently curled into him. Your relaxed breaths tickled the nape of his dewy neck. The dilemma was averted and now he had you back. A few hours was all he could spare before he’d be forced to bid you farewell. The need for the dank darkness of the cave would call to him before sunrise. Yet for now he admired your tranquility with a laboured inhale and exhale. He pulled the covers over you both, hoping that your relaxation would remain until the following night. He’d sweep you away from your work and into the exhilarating arms of a good time. Thundering down the Boardwalk and harbour, perched on the back of his metallic steed. The pair of you damned, left to unleash your sly delightful terror upon Santa Carla. Yes, your absence had been so missed by your boyfriend as he stared up at your ceiling with satisfaction.
What if Marko and his Mate's son wanted to try drag
Ok so this was inspired by @misslavenderlady 's reply to my ask of Marko being a dad, and how she said Marko would be the pride parent. So while watching some Trixie Mattel my brain said "what if Marko and his mate had a son who came to them and said they wanted to try doing drag". Because Drag is such an artform and I could totally see their kid being into any creative outlet. Now I pictured their son being very androgynous, and not really caring about pronouns (like "call me whatever you want, I don't really care") but they tend to get called They/them a lot cause most people can't figure out if they are a girl or a boy (this is the 80s after all lol)
I also pictured their son to be about 18.
Drag Queens and Drag shows are not a new thing in Santa Carla. In fact you were friends with quite a few of them, having been to shows before because of loving the art of drag.
So when your son came to you and Marko saying that they wanted to enter a drag competition that was happening at one of the local clubs you two were more than happy to help.
Marko and you both helped plan out their outfits as you all shopped for fabric.
Marko being completely at home in the store, asking your son what kind of look they were going for.
Walking out of the store with bundles of fabric.
You, Marko, and your son all sitting down and sketching out exactly what they wanted (something you probably should have done before shopping but Marko had been too excited to wait).
You three all creating the outfits to make sure they would be done on time.
When it came to practicing the makeup Marko left it to you.
You had watched enough of the drag queens get ready that you knew the basics, but still asked your son what their vision was.
Going through a few different looks before settling on a style.
Speaking of style, you also surprised your son with a wig from one of your drag queen friends who was more than happy to help out a young drag queen.
Long, blonde, and curly.
You helped your son learn how to walk and dance in heels, which was a challenge in itself.
Uncle Paul helped pick out the best tunes.
The whole pack helping come up with names.
Settling on Fiore Lunare (Lunar Flower) as a nod to their father's side, and what they were.
Come the night of the competition, everyone was there cheering them on.
Including the more experienced drag queens.
Your son having the time of their life up on stage, even if they didn't win.
Saying that they wouldn't mind doing it again in the future.
You and Marko being proud parents.
Your son being happy that they can express themselves in anyway.
This was random I know but I needed to get this thought down cause I just thought it was so cute!
I wrote these as just headcanons about him in general. If you want something more Marko x Reader centric, feel free to let me know :)
- Not only does Marko love those damn pigeons, but he has named them and built them places to nest around the cave.
- Those are his children now. No he will not be taking any criticism on the matter.
- Dwayne tried to warn David this would happen, and David hates himself that he didn't believe it would go this far.
- Paul has been laughing his ass off about for the last month.
- Marko used to be the main pretty face for luring their company for the evening in until Paul came along.
- He still plays the honeypot on occasion, but he's much happier being able to embrace his inner agent of chaos.
- He likes to play with his food, so sue him...
- On occasion he and Paul have been known to smoke a bit too much before they head out for an evening. These nights he tends to be much more flirty and far less subtle.
- "You are absolutely fucking gorgeous... I could just eat you alive."
- Poor girl was so confused about why that made his friend start cackling... until she wasn't...
- Marko has never been picky about his marks. He'll flirt with anybody and nine time out of ten it works too.
- What's even betrer than picking and winning a fight with one of the dumbass surf nazis?
- Leaving him questioning his sexuality before you circle back to pick him off later.
Anonymous said: Hello! May I request an x reader with Marko and a female reader? Something where he helps her dye her hair a bright color.
(a/n: heya hun, thanks so much for your request! i’m so sorry that it took me a thousand years to get round to writing it and then posting it. i hope that you enjoyed what i came up with and it’s what you were looking for. - admin kat 🌙❣)
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Marko Helping his S/o Dye Their Hair a Bright Color Headcanons:
° When you first told him, this boy was so s t o k e d!! He was practically bouncing on the spot with utter excitement over the entire ordeal.
° “What color?!” He inquired with an immense beam stretched from ear to ear across his entire countenance. His eyes had lit up like bright torches whilst he imagined the endless possibilities.
° Yet no matter what color you decided to go for, he thinks it’ll suit you. He’s honestly your biggest hype man at this point! He’s a supportive significant other, he doesn’t want to dictate the way that you look or act because he believes in allowing you to have total freedom on how you express yourself, in whatever way that you see fit.
° In all honesty, you already had bought the pack of bleach and dye for yourself because you’re a prepared badass bitch! You want this to work and Marko, your ever loving boyfriend, is not going to settle for anything less than perfect. After all, it’s your hair and he wants you to be happy with it!
° Originally, your friend was meant to help you out with the bleaching and dying process, however, they bailed out the night before which left you with a predicament. This led to you asking Marko for help, which he gladly accepted. You had wanted it to be a surprise, however that idea was promptly scrapped when your friend decided to change their plans.
° During the entire process he’s hyped asf!!! Marko is bouncing like an excitable child. He can’t wait to get this done because he knows you’re going to look fire!
° The night of this colorful ordeal, he showed up with snacks and soda, because you guys are definitely going to pig out whilst you dye your hair. He also calls a pizza joint somewhere in the area so y’all can eat something solid too, because pizza is the best! Obviously there’s no garlic for him because that would go down terribly.
° You’re filled with nervous anticipation so Marko has your favorite bands/musicians playing in the background to soothe your nerves. He constantly reassures you that it’ll turn out great because he’s not going to fuck up your hair. He swears on his eternal life that he won’t! He’s not Paul after all...
° This boy genuinely gets everything that you both need, including one pair of gloves; which are for you because he’s undead and refuses to wear them. Besides who needs that shit anyway? Not him!
° I believe it would be a team effort when it comes to the bleaching and dying of your hair. Marko doesn’t want to take away from the experience, so you get to do the front of your hair while he gets to do the back and the hard to reach areas. And again, he’s so excited that he’s having such a challenging time keeping still.
° Marko is incredibly professional about the entire ordeal and ensures that the bleach is covering your hair completely and has been worked in super well. He is really gentle with your hair the entire time so he doesn’t hurt you.
° Then the pizza arrives just as you’ve finished putting the bleach on and Marko is a little punk and hypnotizes the pizza guy so y’all don’t have to pay lmaoo. You aren’t complaining though because he did order enough pizza for all the boys, even though they’re not there? And you weren’t going to pay $50+ in pizza.
° Marko is such a sweetheart that he keeps track of the time so your hair doesn’t fry, your scalp doesn’t get burnt and that you don’t lose your hair. My man cares about your well-being! That is incredibly evident.
° So y’all are pigging out on pizza with your stereo blaring in the background whilst you talk about your days or anything really. This also happens in between you both belting out proper tunes like the pair of cool kids that you are!
° And of course he washes his hands before he goes to wash your hair out!
° He’s very meticulous when it comes to washing out all of the bleach, but he’s a bit unsure of when that is because he’s never had to really bleach anyone's hair before? But nevertheless, he does a fantastic job and when he’s working in the conditioner, he’s giving you a scalp massage that almost makes you fall asleep over the edge of the tub.
° Cue this little shit spraying water down your top so now you’ve got soaking white hair and you’re shirtless! He’s living his best life then! He definitely also dodges all the attempts you make at trying to get him wet as well. He’s not having any of it and shuts the water off before anything wild can occur.
° He then helps you put in the dye. You use gloves but he doesn’t because in his eyes, gloves are for fucking pussies!
° Marko does an astounding job as always and works the color in really well, being very gentle about it! This boy is genuinely the sweetest ever!
° Then the pair of you just chill out and watch something funny as hell on the TV when you wait for the dye to settle in. He’s still keeping time for you though!
° You look down at his hands and they’re just fucking v i b r a n t as hell, even though he washed his hands immediately afterwards.
° “I told you to wear gloves!”
° “Gloves are for pussies!”
° Marko washes out the dye super well and wraps your head in a towel. He wipes away any colored water that’s dripping down your face because he’s the sweetest chicken!
° Not gonna lie though, he first threw the towel in your face because he’s kinda an ass like that. He also didn’t regret that life choice either.
° Now it’s all on you to take the ropes in regards to drying and styling your hair. It’s your individual choice and Marko isn’t mad however you style it. He thinks you could rock any hairstyle. So instead, he would lay back on your bed and just observe you. He showers you in compliments the entire time!
° “Babe! You look so pretty.”
° “It so suits you!”
° “Man, the boys are gonna freak when they see you!”
° “You look so bad ass!”
° “You’re gonna look even better when you wear my jacket now.”
° “I’m so glad we did this!”
° It’s practically impossible for the boy not to run his fingers through your hair, whether it’s long or short. He’s so incredibly mesmerized and the conditioner made it sooo soft!
° He also has a habit of smelling your hair a lot afterwards, telling you that the conditioner is nice but the bleach burns his nostrils a lot.
° And honestly, he can’t stop playing with your hair after because it amuses him so much. Even if you complain that your hair will get oily from his constant touch, he doesn’t relent. How can he when it’s so bright and soft?!
° Marko will be down to redye your hair, bleach and dye the roots once they’ve grown out or will straight up just dye it another color, if you wanted him to. He’s so excited for the next time because this was an incredibly fun experience for him.
° Whatever you want he’s down for.
° He will probably give you crazy ideas for next time, which you either accept as potential ideas, claiming he’s a genius or you disregard because there’s no way you’re that crazy to pull off his suggestions. But he makes a mental note of what are potential options.
° Marko was right about something though, the other boys did flip out when they saw you. But in the best way of course! They teased you for how bright it was, stating that none of them would be able to lose you on the BoardWalk now.
° P.s. you made him clean up the water on the floor.
- The lost boys like to have fun and flirting with attractive women is definitely what they’d consider fun. It isn’t rare for them to come across a certain girl and single her out, showing their interest all at the same time and seeing how she responds. It’s more of a hobby than anything; a way to pass the time, so while them being attracted to the same girl is not a new occurrence, finding themselves hung up on one most certainly is.
- How they meet you isn’t much different from how they meet most of the girls they have momentary flings with. The main difference being that they remember you and find themselves gravitating towards you when they come across you on the boardwalk.
- All of this uncharacteristic behavior culminates in Paul laying down on one of the couches in the cave and cartoonishly saying how he’s “in love”, realizing that Marko feels the same as he ceases his laughter and typical teasing once he finds out who the taller boy is talking about. After that, it’s game on.
- I tend to think that Paul and Marko are the closest out of the gang which makes this whole situation even more complicated. They’re best friends but now they’re forced to be competitive, all while still teaming up to draw you into their world and make you want to spend more time with them.
- Everything would start out really casual; the two of them still playing into their whole terror twins dynamic, but the more they’d find themselves falling for you, the less accepting they’d be of the other blondes mutual attraction. They’d want the other to back off and when they show no signs of letting up, tension would arise.
- Paul is the more flirtatious of the two; at least in a verbal sense. He’s more likely to compliment you and make different little comments; teasing you and joking around in an attempt to make you laugh and show you his attraction.
- Marko is a bit quieter; more likely to show his interest through his actions rather than his words. The vampires aren’t known for their manners so when he’s giving you the time of day, it isn’t just to be polite. He’s lingering around, smiling at, and paying attention to you because he’s interested in you and that’s not something you should take for granted.
- Marko performs a lot of acts of service: buying you things, helping you around, generally just being sweet, etc. He’ll buy you food and subsequently have to hold himself back from killing Paul as the taller boy grabs it from you and starts eating the fried rice he got specifically for You.
- Paul is always making you laugh; it’s one of his many talents and he uses it to his advantage. When Marko does something, he’ll swoop in with a joke to get your attention back on him.
- He calls you babe and other pet names constantly and gets a little miffed when Marko’s occasional pet name flusters you more than his constant ones. He’s called you kitten before, what makes Marko’s kitten more special??
- Marko’s an aggressive little shit who’s always about two seconds away from fighting literally everyone so he may or may not occasionally lunge at Paul when he gets too bold or attention seeking. Paul will usually just hold his hands up and try to placate him with a “hey man, it was just a joke” before you get between them and nervously insist that everything’s fine. He usually only stops for your sake.
- Speaking of: Marko will be on the verge of killing someone who’s messing with you and Paul will be holding him back; probably using the boys short temper to make him seem like a better match for you. Like, look at him, he’s such a good conflict diffuser, he can always remain calm, Marko’s so crazy sometimes…..
- Good luck with the whole fake boyfriend thing. You’ll try to ward off some creep on the beach and suddenly you’ll have two blonde boys arguing over who’s your “real boyfriend”. It’s the thought that counts right?
- Both of them ride alone so they’re constantly trying to convince you to ride with them and not the other vamp. They’ll both pull up at the same time and look at you expectantly while you laugh awkwardly and pick whoever makes the most sense that day. They’re always so smug when they get chosen.
- You’re constantly getting flanked by the two of them whenever you’re hanging out with the gang; sandwiched between them so often and shown so much attention that it sometimes makes you want to go and get some air. Sometimes Dwayne will pull you away just to amuse himself with their reactions; that and he can secretly tell that you’re getting overwhelmed by their dick measuring contest.
- Paul is very openly affectionate and thinks little of touching you: he likes you so of course he’s gonna love on you, what else would he do? Playing with your hair, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, laying his head in your lap, kissing your cheek: he does it all with a flirtatious grin; usually while Marko fixes him with a glare.
- Paul typically goes to you for conversation: he’s talkative and energetic and talks so excitedly that it’s almost like a workout. Once he goes to do something else, you’ll have the time to unwind and speak with Marko who usually lets you do most of the talking; helping you mellow out after speaking with the amusingly hyper boy.
- Marko runs a lot of errands for the gang and that allows him to see you out on the boardwalk and have some alone time with you. He’ll stall a bit while taking you back to the cave, knowing that Paul will interrupt the two of you once he sees you; cheering upon your arrival and beckoning you over with a slap to the seat beside him.
- Paul gets jealous when you fawn over Marko’s jacket. Marko let’s you wear it both because he likes seeing you in it and because he knows it bothers Paul.
- Both of them get pretty jealous whenever you pay particular attention to the other boy instead of them; mainly because they know they’re also into you and because the two of you aren’t a sure thing yet. They’ll sit and watch you smile at, touch, and talk to the other boy with a clenched jaw: doing whatever they can to interrupt but knowing that they can only intervene so much without making themselves look completely desperate.
- You’re treated like their girlfriend even before you make a choice and begin dating one of them.
- Speaking of: they both try to ask you out quite a few times; usually by sneaking away in an attempt to talk to you in private. Unfortunately for them, it doesn’t take long for the other to notice their absence and they’ll typically come and interrupt the two of you; and once they interrupt David and Dwayne are sure to follow the longer they’re both away.
- Both of them constantly trying to impress you and peacock for your attention. Motorcycle rides, fashion, their looks, their pet pigeons, etc. They try and use it all to their advantage and admittedly, it does kind of work sometimes.
- David would undoubtedly have you turn as soon as possible after he notices the extent of their interest in you and since the boys see nothing wrong with their predicament, I’m sure they’d both be on board. After that, you spend even more time with them and they get even more competitive than they already were before: helping you with your transformation and showing you all of the tricks they couldn’t show you when you still thought they were human.
- Having fun and not caring is a big part of the vampire life so you probably don’t think twice about kissing and/or sleeping with both of them; thinking that it’s just a bit of casual pleasure. Either that, or you use it to try and help you make your decision: failing to realize that they’re both so different in their own endearing way that it’ll only serve to confuse you even further.
- They aren’t happy when they find out the others been with you the same way they have. They both probably assume it means that you’ve made your decision so they go to brag or act as if you’re really a couple, only to realize the other boy is under the same assumption for very obvious reasons; forcing them to confront you about making your final decision.
- A poly relationship is probably on the table; though it might take some getting used to, but if you do wind up just choosing one of them, don’t expect them to just accept it and not still try to win you over every now and again.
ayy!! could you do headcanons for the lost boys dating a bilingual reader? -particularly french+english, though any languages will do fine! <33333-
hey ofc i can! i decided to leave the languages blank so it can apply to any. so sorry this took me forever to write and post. i suck at posting regularly and had a bad case of writers block for awhile. nevertheless hope this is something you will enjoy reading! tysm for requesting this, it was fun to write. <33 - mae
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TLB's Dating a Bilingual S/o Hc's:
David:
° I believe David to be the type of creature of the night that appreciates you being bilingual. Where it isn’t uncommon, it shows that you hold a certain level of intelligence that he’s all for! You’ll probably be surprised to find that he knows a little bit of your mother tongue. Not a whole lot, but basic phrases, and he picks it up quickly if you teach him a little bit every once in a while.
° “What? Cat got your tongue all of a second, prince/princess? I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve than you realise.”
° He discovers a pleasant feeling when he listens to you speak in your native language: Whether that’s from helping a random stranger on the street with directions or hearing you speak to family on the phone. It doesn’t matter. An invocation of being soothed overtakes him. He could honestly listen to you for hours, but he may not exactly admit it as willingly as others.
° So perhaps he’ll spend a languid evening with you sprawled out on a blanket on top of one of the beach front stores. There’s a bottle of wine by your feet as you read from a book under the convenient nearby streetlight. A moth darts into its bright halo whilst David religiously smokes his tenth cigarette of the hour. It’s not due to stress, but aids him in focusing on the more intricate details of how you pronounce things: Albeit quietly, David doesn’t mind, because his sensitive hearing can pick up the tiniest thing from afar – even in a raging crowd. He’s enamoured, and decides to himself in that moment that he’s more than content.
° Your voice has turned a little hoarse as you close on the last word of the chapter. The hubbub down below is somehow peaceful. David doesn’t even look at you when he casts his words out on powdery smoke, “That was good, kitten.”
° If you’re lucky, you may even catch him reading something to you. Although it will most likely be in English, David is feeling charitable. So pull up to one of the dusty worn out couches in the cave, pop your head on a cushion in his lap and be prepared to be lulled into the most lusciously deep slumber you’ve ever been sent off into. David puts your parents to shame.
° He appreciates this part of you: The ability to share knowledge and language is important. Whether your mother tongue is English or not, it does not matter. David will enjoy this aspect of you.
Dwayne:
° Out of all of his brothers, Dwayne is probably the most respectable besides David. Where he’s cheeky and does want to know all of the swear words, they're not first on his list. He's not outwardly vocal about you speaking in another tongue. So you probably won't notice the way that the corner of his mouth lifts up whenever he catches you walking on the Boardwalk with your sibling tag along, the two of you bickering with words he's not certain of.
° Frankly Dwayne is convinced that more of your personality comes out when you speak in your first language. He gets lost in the way that you talk when you're standing there ordering hotdogs to the vendor of the stand who speaks the other language you do. Cannot help but grin when you turn around to confirm with him what you said was okay.
° "Whatever you said is probably right." Short and to the point, but he savours that little moment with a grin.
° Sometimes you speak a mixture of both languages at once. A translation error in your head or it's because that's what your friends do. It's habitual. It's adorable – unless you're having an argument with Dwayne, which is usually one sided since he's so chill. "Wanna try that again? I only caught the first word." Better to admit the truth than not, am I right?
° Dwayne does pick up phrases here and there. He listens more than anything and tries it out once or twice. He gets good at it too and blows you away with filling in a couple of sentences when you're translating a friend's words for him. You just stare at him dumbfounded and all he can do is breathily laugh.
° He also loves to immerse himself in your culture. He's willing to give almost anything a try. He isn't picky. Especially when it comes to food. He's not going to judge as harshly as someone like Paul may do by accident from cracking jokes. Dwayne wants to learn more about the cultures that you grew up with or went to explore throughout your life. It gives him the chance to understand you better.
° So you best believe that if there's a local shop or market that's still open during the late evening, he's going in there to pick up a few things, especially your favourite snack. Food bridges people together right? He likes some things, and others he doesn't. But he makes sure your favs always magically appear when you need them the most.
Marko:
° Marko is the second most likely to want to learn all of the swear words and rude remarks in your language. He finds it rather cute if you start to get embarrassed about sharing such statements. "Why? It's not like anything you'll say is something I haven't heard before. I've got Paul as my right hand man, remember?" He grins.
"Marko, it will be because it's in another language…" You remind him.
"Fair point!"
° Marko's the type that desires learning the language fully to impress you. That is until he quickly comes to the conclusion that he's out of his depth entirely. None of it makes sense to him, which is an obvious no brainer. Instead he settles for small words and phrases like; "I love you". Just whatever you do, don't let the boys know of this. They'll never let him live it down. Marko can be quite loving when it's just you two.
° Best believe that he's cussing people out who make him mad with the swear words he managed to get out of you. It provokes a humorous note when the lucky individual spits back something in the same language that Marko doesn't know. Cue him turning to you, "What did he say? Is he making fun of me?!"
"Yes Marko, he is."
"Listen here toe rag-,"
° Marko's also another of the boy's to bond over food, especially if it is something that comforts you. Where he's not prepared to try everything twice, he's not going to be an ass about it. Probably starts somewhere simple like a restaurant that he's taken you to. He's lost staring at the menu, adamant he can do this on his own. You sit there looking at him with amusement. "I don't need help!" He snaps, burying his nose into the menu further.
° He needed help.
° Whenever Marko comes to your window just after sundown uninvited, he settles himself into your room. You're already expecting him, his predators prowl unphasing now. He flops onto the bed beside you, belly first, softly nipping your shoulder whilst you flick through magazines. You roll your eyes, knowing he's in search of a snack; thankfully not a human one. When you go, he remains, listening to you softly chattering away to your parents in your mother tongue. The chorus of laughter from you is perfect. He will never admit this to you though.
° Where Marko isn't adverse to you reading to him, he quickly falls asleep before he can appreciate much of your accent and storytelling skills. It's not that it's boring or anything. It does make him dream though! It's so weird being a vampire and having a nap during the night. The things you do to him.
Paul:
° It is no surprise that Paul is the first person who wants to know all of the swear words and rude remarks. I think we all saw this one coming. He gets them out of you one way or another. The sneaky little bat! They become his new obsession for the next two weeks and even the other boys are done with it all. Poor David, Dwayne and Marko.
° On a serious note, Paul may not have the brain capacity to really learn a whole lot of your language, but he has so much enthusiasm for it. That's not to say he's stupid, it's just that he gets so excited. "How do you say this?"
"How do you say that?"
So many questions tumble from his perfect mouth that you're prepared to kiss him to shut him up. Your throat has never been so hoarse from talking so much!
° It's heartwarming when he fumbles over syllables and how to say things in a statement. Adorable when you catch him whispering it to himself when he thinks you're not listening. Even when you catch him out in the act, Paul is shameless. A wide toothy grin spreads across his face and he cracks a joke.
° He is the number one guy out of the group who thinks you sound so hot speaking in your mother tongue. Forget about sounding intelligent and mature! Paul's found another way to fall in love with you deeper and he's swooning. Practically sighs and short circuits, especially when you're angry. You could be in a full blown argument with him, screaming on both ends and you yell out something in your mother tongue because you're just so infuriated. He stops, his face clouded with a look you know all too well and a part of you wants to sock him right now.
° "I have no idea what you just said, but hubba hubba! Lay it on me again, baby! I gotta hear it a second time." I mean, he's practically drooling!
° You've never walked away from him so goddamn fast. You can't get rid of him. He's attached. A full on package you both love and hate right now.
° Paul is good natured and likes to brag about how amazing you are. It can be a bit embarrassing, but he truly means the best. "Yo man! Did I mention yn totally schooled this guy the other day-,"
"Yeah, four hundred times, Paul. Now can I go back to my meal?" David asks, his face dripping with rivers of blood, his victim still in his arms.
"Man, she totally told him where to go! It was sooo cool-," Paul gushes as if he hasn't heard a single thing, his victim trying to crawl away.
"Dude, so not cool! We're tryna hunt here-," Marko groans.
