#dwayne x reader

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You never meant to get tangled up with the Lost Boys, but a wrong turn in the woods led you to them—four vampires with glowing eyes and dangerous smiles. Now, weeks later, you’re theirs. Surrounded by their cold skin and sharp promises, you’re not just safe—you’re wanted, desired, and maybe too far gone to care what they are.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.7k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: suggestive themes. sexual tension. possessiveness.

Pairings: Dwayne x human female reader x Paul

(Pretty sure the gif is by @blood-sucking-freaks)

"We really need to turn her soon," said Dwayne as his hands roamed all over the front of your body as you sat on the bed in the cave. "She's too fragile as a human."

Paul, keeping you with your back pressed against his chest, made a sound of disapproval. "Aww but I love the way she tastes while she's still human."

He caressed your neck from behind.

You took a deep breath, knowing what was about to happen.

Paul sank his fangs into your tender flesh quicker than you thought, your breath getting stuck in your throat.

Dwayne took advantage of your parted lips to slide his tongue in, and his hand palmed at your breast.

You moaned into his mouth as pain and pleasure mixed in your body.

When Paul pulled back, Dwayne licked the blood on your neck. He hummed in bliss.

"See? Told ya!" Paul said. "She's too tasty like this. We can wait, before turning her."

"Stop-Stop talking about me as if I'm not here!" you just about managed to complain, even though they had been playing with you long enough to turn you into a confused and babbling mess. "It should be my decision anyway."

"Shhh, shhh, shhh," Dwayne whispered, pressing his index agains your lips. "We know what's best for you, baby. You don't have to worry about a thing," and then looking at Paul: "We'll take care of her, won't we?"

"Yeah." You felt him smirk against your neck. "And use her."

🍷pairing : Poly! Lost Boys × Vamp! Female! Reader

🍷 fandom: the lost boys × reader

🍷 summary: Reader is a newly turned vampire and mated toThe Lost Boys. She was turned a few months before Micheal arrived. And the day that Frog Brothers come with the Emerson’s the Reader decided to sleep with her mates. And in their haste to rid Santa Carla of the Vampires they make a grave mistake. (No use of Y/n)

🍷 Word Count:2.7k

🍷: Part 2

The cave was quiet, the only sound being the waves hitting the rocks outside. All of the inhabitants of the cave peacefully sleeping, well almost all of them. Something instinctual, deep in your gut and the back of your mind is telling you somethings not right. Slipping through the dark fog in the faint chime of hushed whispers. Voices exchanging softly, all dim and low like they were sharing secrets.

It has you pushing your face deeper into David’s neck in an attempt to muffle out the sounds, desperate to escape fully back into the comfort of a deep sleep.

You usually slept in a bed that wasn’t far from where the boys slept, while Star and Laddie slept in the more open part of the cave. Something in your mind told you to sleep with the boys, so you listened to it.

When you arrived back at the cave after feeding, you were brought to where they slept. There was a little arguing over who you slept with,but something was telling you to sleep with David. So you stopped them from arguing,and they all climbed up to the bar they hang from. Dwanye stayed on the ground with you, so you had help getting to David. Once David is settled he opens his arms for you, and with a kiss to your head Dwanye helps you wrap yourself around David. Once you’re settled David wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck yourself into his hold.

It’s still daytime. Something deep in your gut and the back of your mind assures that the sun is still high up in the sky, scorching and hot. An intuition that you still don't quite understand, but it has your limbs turning heavy and lax, muscles relaxing in David’s hold Your exhaustion has you numb to the world, the delicate rhythm of the waves crashing outside the cave muting down into nothing, the sound of the quiet voices vanishing.It must be two of the boys. Awake already. It would strike you as odd on any other circumstance, and to a degree it does, but your sluggish brain is quick to let go of that train of thought.

The insistence that something is wrong fading into an ignorable afterthought. The scuffle of shoes along dust and stone ignites a tremble down the notches of your spine, as though your body is begging for you to wake up and investigate while it simultaneously sinks further into David’s tight hold.

Something isn't right, something isn't right.

It's like a chant. A primal whisper that coils through your bones and sinew. Leftovers from your ancestors, remnants of the instincts that had kept them alive long ago, but it all seems null and void against the fatigue that seems to press you down like a physical weight. Even while hidden away from the sun it seems to sap you of all your strength.

It's impossible to even try to rouse yourself. Its as though you're held under water. The strength of that debilitating exhaustion sweeps back over you, making the sound of the angry, masculine voice that rises up high within the cave, reverberating from the dust covered stone, dim and distant. As though it's miles away.

“I feel a draft. I think there’s something up here.” You hear from far-away, murky and vague.

“Let’s check it out Sam.” Another voice.

“I’ll be right back Mike.” A third voice. Mike. Mike. That sounds familiar from somewhere - someone. A name mentioned in passing. Mike. Michael. A discussion carried on by the boys while they were all encircled around one of the burn barrels one night. So casual while they considered the fate of a complete stranger as though they were discussing dinner and not the destiny of a man's soul. Some sap that had apparently caught the eye of Star. She hadn't wanted it to go far, but then again, it's never supposed to go that far. But David wanted the guy dead. He was meant to be her first, she hadn't been able to do it. 

A wave of muddled scents breaks past the barrier of the rotting wood. Unfamiliar and thick, coated with cologne and shampoo that you don't recognize. All of it twisting with something even more out of place here. Something alive. Heat and life and blood. Iron, warmth, and salt. It's distinctly human. Living. The alarms go off in your head. Raging and flashing red in a way that's violent. And a bright light flashes behind your eyelids.

“JESUS.” One of the voices yells, another one screams before being cut off. Your eyes blink, lashes fluttering as you try to fight the sleep weighing your lids down. Your vision blurs a little, straining through the exhaustion, but then you notice the three figures standing below. They're children. Looking lost, dressed in camo and gear as though they've prepared to fight a war. One has his hand wrapped around the mouth of the blonde child muffling his scream. Wide blue eyes reflecting a visible panic while he stumbles back away from the other two. Another swears, cursing sharply under his breath while he flinches. But it's the one closest to you that moves. His dog tags glinting and chiming from a movement so sharp that it had to be a reflex, but the determination burning in his eyes is purposeful. 

“I thought they were supposed to be in coffins.”

“That’s what this cave is. One giant coffin.” The one with the bandanna says as he moved with the other one dressed in camo. They begin to climb up the wood beside your group.

“They’re at their most vulnerable. Easy pickings.”

“You just have to kill the leader huh.”

“We don’t know which on he is. We’ll kill them all.”

“We’ll start with her. She’s already seen us.” They say as the climb closer to where you’re hanging with David. An animal kind of panic tears through you, lighting up your nerves like lives wires, electricity and adrenaline burning through your veins with the white heat of fire. You try to move and wake up David, but your limbs struggle, sleep thawing in your tired arms and legs.

"Kill her, kill her!" One shouts all while the blonde in the background yells at them to stop, but it falls on deaf ears. The boy wielding the stake lunges forward with a war cry. You manage to wiggle slightly in David’s hold.

“David wake up!” A panicked shout rips from your throat, but David remains sleeping.

"The bitch is trying to wake them, you gotta get her before they wake up," someone shouts in a panicked rush. You continue to squirm in David’s hold trying to get the two of you away from the teenagers. Poised in the air, high above the boy's head in an arch. There's hardly any time to act and fear sinks in your gut, chilled and frozen as he drives it down with all the strength he has in his body; his lips curled in a hateful snarl. He's going to kill you. This is it. This is how you die. Your mind screams it over and over again on a broken loop, but your body acts all on its own. It twists so David’s unconscious body turns away from the stake,and your heart is away from the point.

There's no time to rejoice when the stake is already piercing your skin. It sinks in deep, parting flesh and muscle beneath its lethal point. The boy collapses and tips over the side of the ledge that they were standing on. You don't initially realize that you're screaming. You feel it first. The strength of your agonized wail shreds up your throat as though you've swallowed nails, but that pain is secondary to the fire and anguish pulsing through your shoulder. The stake is still wedged inside of your back, burrowing past skin and meat, prying at your shoulder blade like it means to rip it free from the sinew keeping it intact with the other bones. You're bleeding. You can smell it, sharp and distinct in the panicked air. The pain is crippling. Ripping and engulfing, eating up your spine.

The boy with the blue bandana wrapped around his head is stepping forward, already clasping a stake in a white-knuckled hold. The resolve in his eyes is haunting. The desire to kill you fervent and glaring in his stare. That's all it takes to have your voice spilling from you, rising up in another terrified shout.

“BOYS WAKE UP!”

"Say your prayers bloodsucker." He practically spits it out, lips twisting in a grimace as he moves forward preparing to stake you again. And then combined hissing and snarling fills the pit as the boys awaken. They finally awoke to your shouts and the smell of your blood. Four sets of yellow eyes focus in on the three humans in front of them as snarls fill the air.

"Guys, guys, we gotta go." It's the blonde that's repeating it over and over as he sees the vampires awaks, stumbling over his words while he jerks on the other's arms. They give in without any resistance. Fear alive and bright in their eyes, even while the kid with the bandana points his stake in your direction and tosses a quick "This isn't over" at you as the three of them take off in a brisk jumble in the direction that they came from.

The growls from within the cavern raise up higher as the boys realize what happened and it has the kids in a full-blown panic. Tripping over their feet in an ungraceful run as they try and reach the opening of the cave. Your body trembles and your head rolls forward onto the snarling David’s chest.

“YOU’RE DEAD MEAT.”

You can feel your lung snag and pinch as though it's being burned from the inside out, catching on the point of the stake when you inhale. It has you crying, a tear managing to trickle free as your ribcage shudders violently as you gasp. 

You don't want to take your eyes off of them, desperate to track their panicked flee, but your eyes cloud over. Stars dot your vision, spotting and flickering in shifting colors as a vignette blurs around the corners of your sight. You feel the world spin as David jumps down from the bar and lands on his feet. You still cradled against his chest. Three more thumps follow as the rest of the boys land behind. Iron coats your tongue. Thick and wet. Bursting up from the back of your throat while you try to breathe, spitting up with each labored inhale. You can feel your life waning. The strength diminishing, shrinking under your skin. Dying out like a flame that's being smothered. Whimpers spill from your lips as your carefully laid on your bed. You can hear the sound of claws ripping across the earth as two of the vampires tear their way out of the chasm like creatures pouring out of hell.

You hear muffled screams and shouts. The dull thud of hysterical footsteps as they rush to escape before death can seize them. You hear David's bellow roll throughout the cave, crashing over the screams from the horrified children. The loud chaos of it all grows dim - distant as they're no doubt running up the mouth of the cave while Paul's laugh rings out from somewhere far away. 

It makes you jump when a pair of hands smooth over your shoulders, light like a caress, but you can still feel a heavy tremble run through the fingers. A voice hums out, cooing softly to hush you when a strangled sob wrangles out from your body. The way they handle you is delicate, softly turning you over onto your hip and lifting you up to cradle you against their chest as though you might shatter into a million pieces otherwise. Breathing past the wet iron to try and notice the traces of spice and earth and musk. 

It was Dwanye. You try to say his name, but your throat tightens, choking on blood. You can feel his fingers grip your bicep, holding you still and you know that he's looking at the stake punctured deep in your flesh. His hold is nowhere close to the to the wound and yet it flares pain across your nerves, making you twist in his arms while a gutted sob wracks from your body. 

"I know, I know, love. I know,but I have to take it out" he says into your hair. It's difficult to hear his voice past the roaring in your ears, but once the words make it past the hum. It's like you can feel the agony already, simmering and slicing across your fried nerves like the edge of razor blades.

“Marko! I’m gonna need your help. ” He calls and you can hear another person coming. And then a gloved hand is cradling your face. The glove was cold against your skin as the hand tilts your head back from where it was tucked against Dwayne’s shoulder. It makes your lashes flutter, and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes open with how heavy they've grown, weighing heavy and threatening to slip closed.

“If we don’t remove it. You’ll die baby.” Marko says. There's a protest lodged somewhere in your mouth, slick from the blood and caught on a broken gasp, but you don't have time try and voice it.

“I’m gonna hold her still you pull it out.” Dwanye says as his grip around you tightens. Marko nods, gripping the stake in his hand and pulls. You want to scream, but there's no air left in your lungs for you to do so, and all that makes it out is a ragged, splintered gasp. 

Scorching hot pain pours in your veins as he rips the wood from your shoulder. It slices ribbons up your spine, feeling bone deep and white-hot, acid lashing up your muscles.You thrash in Dwayne’s lap, the grip around you tightening and pinning you against his chest. Marko continues to pull the stake from your shoulder, and there’s hardly any relief once its out. The damage it's done is still agonizing, coiling through your muscles. It's as though the flesh on your back has been flayed.

You can faintly hear the clatter of the stake hitting the stone walls. As the two fuss over you, David and Paul rush back into the area where your bed is.

“How is she?” There's a rawness to his voice, a breathless edge despite the non-necessity of breathing.

“She needs to feed.” Dwanye says. “She won’t make it to sundown.”

David stalks forward while dragging his nail across his wrist. He kneels beside your bed and presses his wrist against your lips. You clasp your fingers around his arm, digging into the aged leather of his jacket. Your teeth bury themselves into his arm as his blood pours down your throat. You feel a hand stroking your head as you feed on his blood. Life floods back into you with each gulp, syrupy and warm. The hole made in the split meat and torn flesh of your back begins to mend in a sluggish process, stunted. You’re cradled protectively between Dwayne and David as Paul and Marko hover around the two.

Paul leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Did you get them?"  Dwayne asks.

The thick silence that follows gives Marko and Dwayne their answer. And twin snarls rip out of their throats.

“They’re dead.”

“And they will be. They will be.” David says with a snarl.

“Paul when nightfall hits I want you and Dwayne to go hunt. She’ll need an actual feeding and we’ll need our full strength.” David says as he continues to stroke your hair, letting you have your fill of his blood. He wanted to make sure your wound was healed.

“Marko you’ll be staying here with her while we go take care of the little pests.” Paul nods as he sits on the edge of your bed by your head.

>not your bed

𝕾𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘. Reader falls asleep on them

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. The lost boys, star, Micheal xg.n. Reader {seperate}

𝕬.𝕹. Might write a oneshot abt this {was thinking Dwayne}

𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖑 has a little brother so he knows what it’s like to have someone fall asleep one him. He’s very chill about it. Yeah he’ll tease you but it mostly just him cradling you as you sleep.

𝕯𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖉 lets you lay there. He don’t do any grand hugs or kisses like that. All he has is a hand on the small of your back and your head. But if you start drooling because he's pushing you off, he doesn't care if it’s your bed.

𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 is often accompanied by laddie so there fo he’s gotten used to th boy falling asleep on him. The same thing applies on how he works with laddie when the little boy falls asleep. Dwayne normally will wrap you up in his jacket or blanket and carry you off to your bed or tuck you in under your bed covers.

𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑 doesn’t bother you. Paul is a chill guy, he craves attention and physical touch so having you on top of him sleeping is like a dream come true. He’d talk about some nonsense while you're nocked out. He’d definitely caress your face or back gently, it’s an absent minded practice he has with everyone.

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖔 doodles on you. He always has a marker or pen on him though he respects you enough to not do it upon your face. I think he’d try to copy his jacket pattern onto your own arms and such.

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗 watches over laddie a lot and consequently he tends to fall asleep on her. When you do the same she’ll probably wrap a blanket around the two of you as she continues to watch the tv. She’d comment on what’s happening regardless if your awake or not.

Imagine Dwayne plowing into you after getting hard from seeing you be all motherly towards laddie…

He thought of you waddling around the cave, heavily pregnant with his child.

The thought making him harder as he brought you to your nth orgasm if the night.

Folding your legs so your knees touched your chest, hands on your thighs, looking at how your pretty pussy sucked him in deliciously.

Dwayne pounding into you so deep and fast it feels as if he’s trying to become one with you.

(Dwayne x Reader)

Part 2-These Nights

𝙳𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎~𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚜

Summary: You never noticed him till he noticed you, never taking his eyes off you

Working at the small diner inside the boardwalk, you never had much time to remember faces, but his, that was different

Warnings: none? Slightly angsty? Slight stalking(sort of) implied fem!reader, readers work fit is described as a blouse and skirt that’s all🙏🏽

Authors note: IVE BEEN WAAAANNTING to write a Dwayne fic for a HOT minute, this is my first write for someone outside of the HP fandom and I’m kinda excited ngl, this gif is literally my pfp too like UUGHHH🙏🏽

The boardwalk was loud, chaotic, smelling of sweets, fried food, and sweat. Sometimes the saltiness of the ocean breezed through, no matter what day or time it was always filled with screams of laughter and arrogant teenagers.

You never came to the boardwalk on your days off, what’s the need? You’re already there four days out of the week, why spend it at your job? Tonight though, your friends pleaded with you to join them for the free concert, strong willed until finally you gave in, you never stayed or really watched the free bands anyways, most of the time it being a day you didn’t work.

The atmosphere of tonight felt exciting, maybe something in the wind, or the fact you’re actually doing something on your day off, that being the main argument your friends gave.

They had rushed you at your tiny house, crowded into your bedroom, taking a record and playing whilst talking, getting ready for the night.

Before even entering the boardwalk you could already hear the squeals of children and adults wafting out, tonight being particularly busy, just like any other nights when the music played, the beat of music vibrating from the floor, in a way giving adrenaline to your friends, walking faster as they weave through people to the stage.

Tonight was like every night for Dwayne. Him and the rest of the crew lurking at the boardwalk, covering a railing close to their bikes but in view of the stage, you hadn’t noticed it but making your way to the stage, you had walked right past the boys, Dwayne’s eyes finding you in an instant, soon as he did, he didn’t want to take them off you, it was like you walked by in slow motion, you captivated him, your beauty shining with the fluorescent neon lights.

The way you moved, how your hair bounced with you, the slyness of your smile, you left a scent behind that Dwayne would never forget, almost immediately becoming his favorite.

Once you made your way past, he moved from the railing, keeping a good distance but just enough to see you. David hadn’t questioned him, turning to the rest of the boys, a smirk resting on the corners of his mouth, motioning to follow Dwayne. Paul and Marko bounding with excitement, Dwayne never showed much interest, in anything.

A decently sized crowd had already formed, most likely hours before you even left. Impatiently your friends weaved their way close enough to the makeshift stage, Dwayne and the boys stopping just a short distance in from where the crowd ended, he had a good view of you, tentatively watching, making sure no one was disturbing you.

You had made it in the middle of the bands set, blissfully watching and unaware. A new band making their way, quickly playing their first song, it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth song, you finally felt it.

The feeling of someone’s gaze peering into the back of you, first you looked at the people nearest to you, but their eyes fixated at the people above, then you looked a little farther, nothing. As if a kind of instinct in you, turning your body slightly to see almost at the top, a man. Long dark, and well kept hair, heavy leather jacket with leopard print on one sleeve, wearing a chunky necklace.

That piercing stare, felt like he was looking in you, reading you in a way. He had you captivated, the stoic-hardness of his face, the way he watched you almost flattering with a sense of eeriness behind it. You watched each other for a moment, before you slowly turned back around to your friends, unnoticed.

The night carried and the music played. Staying for two more bands before collectively deciding to go back to the boardwalk, indulging in the amusement before you.

Yet the feeling of eyes watching you never left. Not while walking through the fun house, your friends giggling as you navigate through the mirror maze, for a few seconds you swear he was there with you, the brooding, mysterious man. Catching him in a mirror, you see him, but dare you say he’s…lucid. Not quite see-through but not opaque. He wasn’t near but nor was he far. Not giving in, you tell yourself is the fun house, it’s meant to play tricks.

The feeling still didn’t leave, not even in the haunted house. Your friends gripping to each other, as if the decor was real, making it halfway you can’t deny the feeling of someone behind you, trying to convince yourself it’s the house, but curiosity taking over you, slowly turning to see, him. Just down the hallway, if you hadn’t seen him before you would’ve thought he was apart of the attraction, eyes locked to each other, even in the dimly lit hallway, you could make out his eyes, the scream from two of your friends bringing you back, not before taking a quick glance.

He’s gone you thought, deciding to leave it be.

As your group makes their way out, there you see him again, just across from the crowd, he was watching, the group he’s with barely paying any mind, watching the other people go by.

“Who is he?” Rang out one of your friends, another giving a half shrug, their gazes turning to you “do you know him?” they ask, giving a fake smile, not wanting to disrupt the mood “no idea, probably a regular” you say.

“His stare is creepy” said another friend, yet you couldn’t agree, you somehow couldn’t find it creepy, uneasy? Most likely, but beneath it, is something more.

Moving to the carousel, the conversation drifting back to normal adult occurrences. Grocery shopping, laundry, what nail polish to use next, but by now you couldn’t get him out of your mind, the anatomy of his face, the way his eyes made your entire body warm, how you didn’t even know his name but he was already doing things to you.

You feel a jolt to your shoulder, coming back from your daydream to see how far you’ve moved in line.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You’ve been quiet” stated your friend, again you give a small, fake smile “yes, sorry just..thinking about work in a couple days” your quickness covering it up.

“We’re here to have fun, not think about work” your friend says, moving through the ride, finding which animal to sit on, coincidentally you chose the motorcycle.

Your laughter along with your friends fill the air, though the ride just went in circles, you enjoyed the moment and for a minute your mind slipped.

That is until you hear heavy footsteps behind you, who would be walking on a carousel? You think to yourself, turning around, you make eye contact with a tall, platinum haired man, his stare cold. Following behind is him, the dark haired mystery man, his eyes upon you before you could reciprocate, his crew approaching faster than you thought, but time seemed to have slowed.

He was looking you all over, reading you, studying you. An ever so sly smile appearing as he catches the motorcycle beneath you. You could feel your heart thump fast and loud the closer he came. He smelled of smoked hide and dew, a scent you’ll never forget.

You could only think of one thing as he approached.

Shit, he’s so pretty

Your sight never breaking with each other. Soon he was in front of you, impossibly close but still not close enough, he had you in his gaze. His friends ogling at yours, them being rather uninterested.

As soon as he was in front of you, he was already passing you, still steadily holding eye contact for a few steps then turning forward again “what was that all about-“ your friend starts but before anyone could answer, there’s a loud commotion and the ride came to a halt.

Looking back in front of you, you see the security guard had the tall platinum man by his neck, another janky looking man had Dwayne by his collar, shoving him off quickly.

Before you could even realized, you had slipped off your seat, standing still, making no moves, your hand holding onto the pole, you wanted to intervene, watching as the security guard kicked them off the boardwalk, followed by the couple.

“Maybe we should go home” wearily your friend stated. Their altercation being the end to your night.

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Since that fateful night, you hadn’t been able to rid that dark, yet enticing man. He had a hold on you, no words were exchanged, you hadn’t even known his name and he was already doing things to you.

You hoped getting ready for work would distract you, tucking your work blouse into your skirt. You worked the night shifts at the diner, one of the few places that stayed open late on the boardwalk.

Your mind would wander back to his eyes, how beautifully dark brown they are. Wondering if you’d see him, making you anxious and hopeful at the same time.

Your shift was just like any other. You walked to work, living not far away. You’d get there just before the sun would set, punching your card in then immediately seating and serving customers.

Within two hours the sun had been gone and night settled in. Entering into rush hour as more people filled the diner, wiping down a table and clearing the cups, you seat a family of four in a corner booth. Slipping your note pad out, pen at the ready “can I get you started with drinks?” Your sweet, customer service voice, naturally coming to you after working for so long.

Finally, the darker it got the closer it came to the end of your shift. Not knowing how many milkshakes and burgers you served or people you seated.

Steadily holding your server tray as you bring a group their drinks, carefully grabbing one by one, setting them down, scribbling on your notebook their food orders, you feel something again, someone watching.

Looking over your shoulder, out the window on the railing, it’s him. The diner being covered in windows left it easy to see inside but even then, from miles away, he could still spot you.

The light reflecting off him and casting perfect shadows, he looked so good you couldn’t deny, it made your face hot but your body tremble slightly, he had that demeanor to him.

You tried to ignore it, but a few minutes later, there they are. Him and his pose. Standing, waiting to be helped. And it was you who had to seat them. You tried to collect yourself, wiping your hands against your apron, taking a deep breath and you approach the front, grabbing four menus “anybody joining you?” You ask, the platinum-leather clad man from the other night answering “just us” motioning for them to follow you “right this way then”

He never took his eyes off you, not since spotting you outside and not even when they entered, watching you walk around the diner and over to them, your sweet voice filling his head. You could feel his stare in your back.

Sitting them by the exit that splits the diner, they fill into the booth. David and Marko taking the inside while Paul was next to Marko, and Dwayne next to David, still piercing you with his gaze. Setting the menus down you ask “any drinks?” Followed by your customer smile “just soda” David responded, nodding you make your way behind the bar, filling the cups with ice, but your heart was pounding so loud you could barely hear yourself scoop the ice, filling the soda was a blur and your already back in front of them.

You tried to hide your nervousness, but as you set the drinks down, the ice sloshing around, giving you away, they tentatively watched as you set them down, feeling your anxiousness pulse from your body. Starting with Marko then ending with Dwayne, holding the eye contact for a few seconds before switching to the whole group, tray under your arm, notepad out “would you like any food?” Asking softly, again David being the first to answer “I’ll be alright” followed by Marko piping “I want a burger” giving a sultry smile, quickly jotting down you ask “would you like fries with that?” To a quick response “absolutely, darling” nothing near the gawk you get from young to old men most days, but to Dwayne, he gave Marko a chilling side eye, Marko trying to refrain his giggle.

Paul giving his order before you could even ask “I’ll have a burger too, actually” his smile almost replicating Marko’s “fries with that as well?” You ask again, with Paul giving a quick “of course”

Now shifting your gaze to Dwayne, his stare felt more intense, the brownness of his eyes almost black. He just stared, taking all of you in again, not uttering a single word, feeling like minutes though it’s only been seconds “he’ll be alright too” David answers, nodding you mumbling a quick “perfect” you rip the ticket off and make your way behind the bar once again, handing the ticket to the kitchen through the window.

Before you could even turn around, you could hear the ding ding of the bell at the front, impatiently and repeatedly. A short sigh and hustle over you see the dreaded group, surf nazis, as a few liked to call them by, unfortunately tonight they’re paying customers, maybe. Luckily for you they never came in often, but when they did, it was never an easy night.

Hurriedly walking over and bringing them to a booth. The diner had been packed, leaving the only booth open three tables down from the boys, separated by the exit door, they could be separated by a whole continent and it would still be too close.

You could feel the tension in the diner grow thick, suddenly feeling how hot the air had been. The two groups made eye contact as they were seated, almost like a warning to each other, don’t get out of line and we won’t do anything.

Praying to yourself all you had to do was take their order and hopefully leave. “What can I get started?” You begin, instantly who you could assume as the “leader” chimes in “get us all milkshakes would you, babe? And uh..put something little extra in mine could you” almost demanding, you didn’t want to know what he meant by that, with his sickly grin.

Giving a half smile and nodding quick, writing down their flavors “any whip cream on top?” You didn’t want to be there but avoiding any conflict “absolutely” the guy began before leaning closer “maybe you could put whip cream on my top” again, you didn’t want to know what he meant with his gross advances, only going tight lipped then walking away.

The one night you wish they hadn’t also put you to milkshakes, having to walk past Dwayne and them to the station, yet this time his eyes weren’t on you, it was on the other group, his gaze looked like it could kill, the diner was loud but he heard everything, and his grip could break the table.

You made a pit stop at the kitchen window, Marko and Paul’s food sitting on top, gently sliding them off then away “here we are, sorry about the wait” you said, David plucking a fry from Marko’s plate, the two not wasting a second with their food.

Having not even stepped a foot away, Dwayne’s voice, tough yet soft, directed to you “if they’re messing with you, tell me” his eyes demanding but voice protective.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, this was your first time hearing his voice, you almost wished he said more. Stunned for a second, you reply “oh, thank you, it’ll be alright, I’ll be getting off soon” giving him a quick smile then going to the milkshake station.

How he wished you smiled at him again

Never in a shift do you think you’ve made milkshakes that fast before, even holding the tray with two hands because godforbid you dropped any.

They eyed you almost hungrily as you slid the tray onto the table “anything else?” Asking quickly, thinking you’re off the hook, but the leader having other plans, replying “yeah actually” audacity dripping in his tone, swiftly he grabbed your wrist. Not going unnoticed by Dwayne.

“Maybe, you could respond when someone gives you a compliment” he said, referring to earlier “I’m sorry sir, it’s a very busy night-“ he interrupts you “how about not taking so long for damn milkshakes” his voice raised laced with unnecessary anger, trying to slip your wrist away, people began to turn and stare.

“I’m sorry sir” you say again “their food was ready I had too-” he interrupts again, this time letting go of you in favor for grabbing his shake, slipping out the booth to face you, feeling his hot, putrid breath on your face, slightly turning away from him “this isn’t even the milkshake I ordered” now you know he’s trying to cause problems, you know that is specifically the one he did order “my apologies, I can remake-“ but of course, he doesn’t let you finish, as he’s poured half of the cold, sticky treat on your blouse.

Embarrassment ran throughout your entire body, you’ve had your fair share of rude customers, but not like this.

Your blouse wasn’t see through, that is unless liquid touches it. Most of the treat slipping and falling off, leaving a wet trail down your blouse. The surf nazi chuckling, his gaze steady on your chest “you can make it up by showing me what’s under that skirt” too much confidence in his voice, his comment almost taking your breath away, in a bad kind of way.

Dwayne could have murdered him in front of everyone for what he did to you, alas he settled for less. As soon as it happened, he leapt from his seat, grabbing a napkin, gently handing it to you before harshly grabbing the man by his shirt, face mere inches from his “you don’t touch her” he began in a low, threatening grow “leave her alone” he wasn’t asking, he demanded.

The surf nazi taking it as a challenge because nothing can be de-escalated with them “oh yeah?” He raised his eye brow to Dwayne, like it was scary. Holding out the barely empty glass, letting go of it, expecting to meet with a crash but Dwayne’s reflex was faster than the man would ever think.

Gripping his shirt harder, pulling him closer. By now the rest of the boys had followed suit, standing behind Dwayne while almost shielding you.

“Get out” he growled once more. The man glanced over to the rest of the boys, finally backing down, barely shoving Dwayne off before muttering a “let’s go” giving them an ugly look as they each passed by to leave.

Of course by now, almost the whole diner was looking at you. Never feeling so small before, holding the napkins to your chest, wanting to just run out and go home. Setting down the glass, Dwayne turned to you, gaze steady and fixated on you, your mind fried and upset.

Without saying anything, he took his jacket off while leading you outside. Careful to place his heavy jacket on you, the weight of it on your shoulders, you stared off a few feet in front of you, processing. Dwayne by your side, his presence almost comforting.

“Let me take you home” he says, breaking the silence, your eyes cut to his, how sincere they look at you. Your quiet for a few seconds “it’s okay, I-“ he doesn’t let you finish “I’m taking you home” again not asking, stating. You hold his jacket tighter to you, his smell surrounding you, lightly nodding you give a quiet “okay”

He leads you to his bike, it’s quiet but loud, nothing said except the screams of people and the sounds of the arcade. He gets on first, gesturing to you behind him, doing exactly that.

You don’t even get to tell him where to go before the roar of his bike echoes, grabbing your arms to put around him, flustered once again but in a good way. Still you don’t know his name and now you’re touching his body. His deliciously sculpted body.

The bike jolts then off you are. Riding fast, its mere seconds before the front of the boardwalk disappears, you grip him tighter. Too soon enough, you’re at the front of your house.

“Here we are” Dwayne states, slowly you make your way off his bike. Standing in front of him, you both share a moment, the moonlight hitting him just perfectly “I don’t even know your name” you say, to which you receive a low chuckle.

“It’s Dwayne” he tells you. Dwayne, you try to memorize “and yours?” He asks, that’s right, you almost forgot you had a name “Y/N” you say softly, slipping off his jacket, giving it back to him, watching how his muscles and shoulders contort. Again you stare at each other, content, you could almost see a certain gentleness in his eyes.

You can’t help but think again

Shit, he’s so pretty, another chuckle, almost as if he heard you.

“I never told you where I live” you suddenly bring up. A sly smile upon his lips. But he says nothing, watching as you turn, walking the short path to your door. Your hand rests on the handle as you turn back to look at him once more, the silence being filled by his motor, he doesn’t move, waiting for you make it inside.

The soft click of your door then sigh of relief, resting your back against the hardwood. Slowly you hear his engine get quieter and quieter.

Only one thought on your mind.