wickcdmindz

[wickcdmindz]

just so yall know, i'm playing neopets in between all the smut i write. always.

[wickcdmindz]

open to f (mutuals and non-mutuals) plot: your muse is in dylan's home during a thunderstorm. dylan and cain see it as a fantastic opportunity for a sleep over to play with their prey potential themes: nonc/dubc, t*boo, supernatural--just mention your preference in the tags or message me

____

the storm was a gift.

rain painting the windows, thunder rolling like distant percussion. it sealed them in—no exits, no distractions. just warmth and wine and her. across the room, seemed that cain was already circling. not physically—yet. but dylan could feel the way her partner’s attention had narrowed too. they didn’t speak about it. didn’t have to.

they felt these things at the same time.

like wolves catching the same scent.

"should we get you something to sleep in?" dylan’s voice, when it came, was smooth and low. controlled. "something dry?"

cain lounged on one end of the couch, arm draped casually across the back where their guest sat, her head tilted in quiet observation. she didn’t blink often. didn’t smile much. but her gaze was a weight of its own.

"dylan keeps the good stuff upstairs," she said. "why don't we take you up there?"

the offer hung in the air.

and then...cain’s grin was slow. "we won’t bite."

[wickcdmindz]

her hand slid higher along missy’s back, fingers splaying wide and possessive, while her other hand dipped lower, hooking just under the curve of missy’s ass like she owned the right. and she absolutely did. "god, baby," she murmured, voice molten and low against the side of her neck. "you’re lucky i'm not the jealous type, or i’d have you out of this club and on your knees already—just for saying that in my ear."

dylan tilted her head to press a kiss just below missy’s jaw. it was tender. too tender for a place like this. but then she bit, soft and quick, a sharp little contrast that made it very clear: the leash was short tonight.

her body rolled with the music, but it wasn’t just rhythm anymore—it was seduction in motion. everything she did was deliberate now. her thigh pushing just a little firmer. her fingertips digging just a little deeper into skin. her mouth hovering maddeningly close to missy’s.

"i don’t think you realize what you just gave me," she whispered, voice teasing but dark with promise. "you say you’re mine, and now i get to decide how far we take that. how much you squirm. how loud you moan. how many people hear it when you fall apart against me."

she leaned in close again, lips brushing missy’s with nothing more than breath and tension. a kiss withheld, weaponized.

"think you can make it through one more song, pretty girl?" dylan asked, every word rich with challenge and fondness. "or should i drag you to the back and see if we can’t find somewhere… darker?"

she pulled back just enough to see her—really see her, flushed and gorgeous and wrecked on anticipation—and smiled like the devil had just been handed her favorite sin.

dylan's smirk, her little giggle, her smile, it was all infectious and added to the sensual tension that had kept building and building from that first touch. missy had always thought dancing with someone had been easy until she'd danced with someone who didn't know how to lead. it was then she learned, dancing came naturally when the person who led was good at it. and dylan made dancing feel as easy as anything.

missy didn't mind being called out on her neediness, the way she held on to dylan, her blush, the way she was barely holding things together, because it was all very much true. she was already nodding along, a strangled sound from the tease of dylan's fingers just under the edge of her dress. she hoped it's what dylan wanted them all to think.

"yes, dylan," the woman's name came out dangerously close to moan that had nothing to do with being told to moan like it. she was dylan's. it was clear the tint to her cheeks was going to be permanent with dylan. she didn't have a chance to reply more before their was another quick possessive kiss. missy felt like she was being claimed and sent a thrill through her.

she smiled softly, shyly, not one to really be able to match dylan's smirk in the state she was in. "i'll keep up," she agreed, determined to please. and as much as she wanted to hold the eye contact, deep and intense as she spoke the next words, instead she leaned in to be the one to whisper in dylan's ear this time. "i'm all yours tonight. however you'd like." it was already obvious, but the words felt like it sealed it. and with that their hips rocked together with the beat of the dance and missy moaned into dylan's ear just before she pulled back.

[wickcdmindz]

dylan's eyes shimmered with a slow, indulgent kind of pleasure as missy tried to explain the feeling in her stomach. that fluttery, flipped-over thing like nerves dipped in sugar. the way her hands moved to illustrate it only made dylan smile wider—part fond, part dangerous.

"oh, baby," she murmured, her tone thick with affection and bite."i do hope you’re not expecting mercy for being that cute." she tilted her glass in cain’s direction, the movement fluid and amused. "she’s going to ruin you for that hand motion alone."

she stepped in again, circling behind missy now like it was a dance—her fingers ghosting along the dip of her back, featherlight. she leaned in near her ear again, but her tone dropped this time. warm with something darker underneath.

"i like honest girls too," dylan whispered, brushing a kiss just beneath missy’s ear—not quite contact, not quite innocent. "but even more than that? i like watching them try to stay honest when we’re both watching them squirm."

then she stepped back again, leaving that warmth in her place like a mark.

cain watched missy the whole time she spoke—unblinking, steady, like she was watching a spark catch on dry kindling. she didn’t smile, not really. but something in her expression shifted. a quiet, violent sort of awe. like she couldn’t quite believe a girl like this was standing in front of her offering vulnerability like a gift.

the little hand gesture. the lip bite. the honest ramble.

she stepped in the last inch between them, finally breaching the space. her hand lifted, slow and deliberate, and she brushed the back of her knuckles along missy’s jaw.

"yeah,” cain said softly, with a predator’s calm. "that flip in your stomach? that means run, sweetheart. but you’re not going to, are you?"

her thumb tilted missy’s chin gently, and her eyes dragged over her face like she was cataloging every twitch, every blush.

"you’re gonna stay right here. take your shot like a good girl. and maybe if you ask nicely…" her mouth twitched, barely a smirk, "i’ll let you sit in my lap while you recover."

she glanced to dylan with that shared look of mischief—the one they’d worn years ago when they’d cornered something soft and sweet just to see how it would break.

“jackson,” dylan said after pressing a button on a pillar next to the pool, voice light and bright like none of this was happening. "lemon drops, three. and make them strong."

then to missy, cain murmured, "hope you’re good with your tongue, missy. lemon drop’s just a warm-up."

missy liked dylan hanging close, the touch on her in front cain like it was proof that perhaps she wasn't just a passing fancy. she shuddered as dylan's breath ghosted over the shell of her ear and she learned dylan had told cain to behave for missy. as it was well established dylan had that affect on her, she didn't feel any need to try and hide it.

and as soon as dylan stepped away, it was as though cain took her place, shifting into missy's proximity. it almost felt like the two moved in tandem around her. perhaps they were. cain continued to read her for filth, blush creeping across her cheeks as she cast another look to dylan that involuntary smile flashing. so what if she did look at dylan that way. curiosity almost got the better of her to ask if cain had ever gotten to look at someone like that, because in missy's estimation it felt really great.

instead she held her tongue, groaning at her own demise she might have brought on herself with the shots. "you don't strike me as someone who would let me fight you on this. or actually i'm sorry," missy shifted to clarify, "win any fight so i guess shots it is." she barely had the words out before cain was as close as she had been, and missy had to suck in a sharp breath despite looking down at the shorter woman.

"i always try to be honest," missy said, her voice softening, full of it's usual sincerity. "and since i'm being honest," she did shift on her feet a little, nerves betraying her. "it's a little of both." dylan did that to her too, especially that first night. "maybe you don't feel this a lot, but when your stomach does that flipping thing." she motioned with her hand in front of herself as if that explained it better. "and your heart beats fast so it feels like being nerves but part of it is the thrill, the excitement." she bit her bottom lip and reminded herself cain hadn't seemed to mind when she went on rambling.

[wickcdmindz]

Does Malachi have any kinks?

hm, honestly i don't think malachi's been in many situations like that to gauge what his interests are. if he's got any kinks at all, it would likely be something like a worship kink or aftercare!

[wickcdmindz]

what are some of cain kellan and dylan's kinks?

here they are!

for cain (dominant):

bite/marking, choking/breath play, rough sex/physical dominance, jealousy/possessiveness, overstimulation/crying, sadism, primal

for dylan (dominant):

power play, degradation, edging, brat taming, mind games/control kink, petplay, teasing/thigh riding, orgasm denial, sadism, primal

for kellan (soft-sadistic dominant)

praise kink (giving and receiving), service topping/topping from below, sadism, aftercare obsessed, controlled rough sex

[wickcdmindz]

was supposed to go to sleep, then TikT*k decided to hit me with thirst traps and my brain was so overwhelmed that I just started cackling nervously and saying “okay” over and over in disbelief at some of these women cause I’m too gay for this omg

[wickcdmindz]

her hands gripped the wheel hard at first—knuckles pale and breath ragged—but when she looked over and felt grace’s hand on her thigh, her whole posture shifted. melted.

"not your fault,” she muttered, voice low and rough with the kind of tenderness that didn’t come easy to her. "you don’t have to be careful, baby. that’s my job. i keep the wolves out."

the engine purred to life, and cain eased the car down the street, past the blinking reds and blues and people who stared far too long for her liking. she didn’t peel out like she wanted to. she drove slow. controlled. like a storm leashed in leather and teeth, keeping just enough of a grip not cause more havoc around them.

the further they got from the city, the quieter cain got. her hand left the wheel once they hit the dark, winding roads near the edge of town—left hand still steering with the familiarity of habit as her right found grace’s again. laced their fingers together. their property sat like a shadow at the edge of the woods—dark stone and ivy, wrapped in mist. austin’s truck was gone, thank god. slater’s motorcycle was still out front, which meant he was probably passed out in his studio or half-drunk in the lounge.

she reached across and brushed her thumb over grace’s cheek, slower this time. "i’ll run a bath for us. you’re not lifting a damn finger tonight. and after, if you want me to hold you ‘til morning—i will." she leaned forward to press a light kiss to her girlfriend's lips.

grace kept on stroking cain's hair gently, the only way she could comfort her while her mind was still fuzzy, unable to communicate everything she wanted to say. she nodded against the other as her girlfriend agreed to leave, knowing that the sooner they'd leave this place, the better she'd feel, away from this awful night and people.

she was glad for cain's tight grip on her, stumbling a few times on the way to the car. legs still felt weak, heart racing in her chest as if just standing up was using too much of her energy. once sat, she sighed in relief, carefully buckling herself up and finally letting her head relax into the headrest, every limb heavy.

despite it all, a soft chuckle passed her lips as her girlfriend talked about making it up to her. shaking her head, she leaned into the touch, smiling softly as her hand came to lay on top of cain's. "you don't have to do anything." she spoke sincerely. "if anything, it's my fault we got in trouble. i should have been more - careful." she was getting dizzy again, eyes closing gently as she rested her hand on her girlfriend's thigh, a content sigh passing her lips despite the commotion outside. "as long as i'm with you, i'm okay."

[wickcdmindz]

dylan’s grin grew the second missy brought up their past—the you did date after all sliding right under her ribs like a compliment wrapped in sugar. she tilted her head, one brow raised with fond amusement.

"mm, careful, angel," she purred, swirling her glass in a lazy arc. "you start flattering me like that, and cain’s going to get jealous. she doesn’t like to share praise, only prey."

she leaned in just a touch, breath skimming missy’s ear like a secret. "and yes, she knows some of what we’ve done." a wink. "i wouldn’t invite a girl like cain in without giving her reasons to behave."

then she stepped back, letting cain loom larger, watching like a cat watching her pet mouse be handed off to a wolf. "mai tai it is. i’ll have jackson bring it—unless cain would rather mix it herself.” a taunt with teeth.

cain, for her part, was silent as missy spoke. just watching. still. heavy with attention like gravity. the moment she brought up her exes, the sharpness in her eyes softened for just a flicker—so fleeting it barely counted as compassion. but it was there. and then it was gone.

she did, however, chuckle under her breath at is it really that obvious to you too? it was dark and smooth and all throat.

"oh, honey," cain said, stepping just slightly closer, voice hushed but steady. "some girls wear it like perfume. you think you’re subtle, but you’ve got it in your eyes. in your pulse. in the way you look at dylan like she hung the moon and taught you what to do under it."

her head tipped toward dylan with a crooked smirk. "and no. she didn’t give me a play-by-play. i don’t need it."

the mention of lemon drops made her laugh—a low, dangerous sound like the creak before the crack. "oh, we’re definitely doing shots now," she said, half to dylan. "if only to watch you squirm through it."

but then her gaze softened again. not gentler—just… more focused. curious. "you nervous around me, sweetheart? or are you excited?"

she was close now, too close by most people’s standards—but not touching. not quite. just standing there like tension dressed in leather and firelight.

"be honest," she added, voice smooth as silk wrapped around a dagger. "i like honest girls."

there was a steadying aspect to dylan's hand going to the small of her back, a familiarity. she was used to dylan staking her claim but not necessarily to someone other than strangers. or that one weird time missy ran into her brother. she ducked her head and blushed even if the chiding about ideas was teasing at best.

"i'd assume she had good taste. you did date after all," missy said like that explained it and anyone would want to be with dylan.

cain, for her part, while still very much intimidating did compliment her just enough to make her feel like she hadn't completely tanked things from the start. "i do tend to ramble," she admitted. "and it's helpful when people find it endearing instead of annoying. i've had some... not great exes." guys who complained about her talking too much. she made a face at the memory, glad cain wasn't against it.

"oh. is it really that obvious to you too?" missy said voice getting higher. she wasn't inherently distraught or anything with being clocked as someone who wanted to be ruined, but it was a little blow to her the small ego she had. "or did dylan talk to about what we do." she looked over her shoulder at dylan, blushing at the mere thought of cain knowing some of the things they had done together. but she guessed it would make some sense. missy shared with her roommate things.

she blinked and looked from cain to dylan and back to cain. there were some similarities that made sense. dylan also liked to tease her about begging. "oh i like most sweet cocktails. anything fuity. maybe a mai tai? i don't try to be too picky." she couldn't exactly tell what options were available and she didn't want to cause trouble. "oh if it's shots, lemon drop," she said with a pleased grin flashed dylan's way. "but actually i'm not great at shots so we don't need to do that." she waved her hand before cain got any ideas.

[wickcdmindz]

"i don’t bite on the first hello" cain is a fuckin LIAR jsyk

[wickcdmindz]

closed starter for @carefuldosage between dylan, cain, and juniper!

crystal chandeliers glimmered like they knew secrets. old money spun gold into the walls of the ballroom, and dylan stood at its center like she owned it all—head held high, wine glass in hand, black dress hugging her like it had been stitched directly onto skin.

she had already grown bored of the murmured pleasantries and the parade of false politeness. but when she walked in?

everything shifted.

dylan let her tongue click against the roof of her mouth. "well," she murmured, half to herself, half to cain, who leaned against a pillar nearby like she was waiting to be unleashed. "doesn’t she look like a breath of fresh temptation."

didn’t wait for cain’s agreement. she never did. she took a step toward the girl, glass still in hand, smile sharp enough to slice ribbon. "i want to make her blush," she said simply. "and then i want to see what she sounds like when she forgets how to lie."

cain had been people-watching in the most uncharitable way possible—counting every throat she wanted to bite, every suit she’d like to set on fire—until dylan spoke.

then she saw her.

the girl initially came off as soft. pretty. mismatched against the evening’s sharp edges and inherited wealth. but was that truly the case with her? and cain felt it immediately—the twist of interest, dark and slow, like blood blooming in warm water.

she straightened up, watching dylan begin her move.

"i want to make her run," cain said, voice low, eyes locked on the girl like a challenge. "then i want to see if she comes back."

dylan’s smirk turned knowing. they always played this game. the dance of who could make someone tremble first, who could make them stay longer. it had ended in shared victories before—and once, in disaster—but that never stopped them.

cain followed dylan into the crowd, her stride slower, lazier, but her gaze never left the girl. a predator circling her newest curiosity.

[wickcdmindz]

oh, missy.

the way she lit up at the sight of her—like dylan was the moon and the tide obeyed her smile—it did something smug and syrupy to her chest. she sipped her drink, savoring the citrus twist and the sound of missy stumbling over her words.

cain was coiled steel beside her, but Dylan? she was velvet tonight.

she took two slow steps toward missy, circling slightly—not quite predatory like cain, but definitely claiming space. "careful, darling," she said, voice all sing-song sweetness dipped in warning. "you’re giving her ideas."

she placed a guiding hand at the small of missy’s back, steadying, possessive without pressure. "cain isn’t the gentle sort. but she does have exquisite taste."

her eyes flicked to cain’s with a teasing glint. "and a weakness for girls who try too hard not to tremble."

cain’s hand dropped once missy let go, fingers curling like they’d been denied something. her expression didn’t shift much—still calm, still that mild almost-smile—but her gaze? that cut deeper than it had any right to. dylan was doing her whole taunting thing, which cain normally let slide, but this one… this girl with her big eyes and nervous laugh and a mouth that clearly ran faster than her instincts?

cain tilted her head.

"you talk a lot," she said, as if it were a compliment. "that’s cute."

she stepped forward just enough that missy would feel her heat. her presence. like someone had dropped a wolf into a garden party.

then, to dylan, without taking her eyes off missy: "she’s pretty when she’s unsure. you always pick the ones that want to be ruined, don’t you?"

and then to missy, voice dropping slightly, lower and smoother: "don’t worry, sweetheart. i don’t bite on the first hello… unless you beg."

her smile widened, just a bit.

"now, are we drinking, or are we just collecting new pets by the pool like it’s adoption day? what's your drink of choice, missy?"

missy, as was often the case with dylan, had no idea what to fully expect out of her evening. but what she had very much learned in their time together is that she could trust dylan. for as hard as missy seemed to be falling, dylan had been there to catch each and every time. it wasn't a promise to always be there, but the consistency said enough.

she immediately brightened, bouncing a little on her toes and smile blossoming on her face when she caught sight of dylan by the pool. it was an involuntary reaction to seeing her at this point. and then there was who she was there to meet. looking far more serious and deadly than dylan, and dylan could really work that type of look when she wanted to.

"oh, okay, noted," missy said with a soft slightly nervous laugh, reasonably confident the other wasn't joking in the slightest. she took the offered hand and shook it. "missy," she repeated. "i mean dylan could probably tell you i do sometimes like biting. not that i'm asking you to uh... nervermind." she dropped the hand in hers and looked to dylan with a sheepish expression. cain mattered to her and already she was not making the impression she wanted to.

[wickcdmindz]

closed starter for @gollldrush between dylan, cain, and leo!

dylan leaned back in the leather chair like she owned the room—because technically, she did. or at least knew how to act like she did. her fingers wrapped lazily around a glass of something neat and expensive, and her eyes? locked on leo.

she found herself wondering just how resilient leo was. she'd only caught snippets of her story--dale was careful not to reveal too much. he could be clever from time to time. dylan liked breakable things—especially when they were trying so hard not to snap. how well did leo fit into that category.

"i'm surprised he let you out of his sight for the night. i feel lucky." a pause. "my brother seems to have a type. gorgeous and hopefully relatively easy to steal."

cain didn’t play nice. she never had.

her boots thudded into the lounge like warning shots, scuffing against the estate’s pristine floors as she shrugged off her jacket. she didn’t bother hanging it up. she never did. jackson would take care of it—or dylan would bitch about it later, which was half the fun anyway.

and there she was. leo.

her heart kicked in her chest, hard enough to make her jaw clench. her eyes moved to dylan, assessing her posture. she crossed the room slowly, predatory, every movement coiled like tension itself. when she got close enough, she didn’t speak right away—just looked at leo like she could burn the memory of her into the air between them.

"don’t talk about her like she’s a pawn," she said coolly, though her voice cracked at the edge, like rage held on a leash. "if dale has a type, it’s people he doesn’t deserve."

[wickcdmindz]

closed starter for @nghtdsires between dylan, cain, and missy!

the pool shimmered like liquid sapphire beneath the breeze, and dylan looked like she belonged at its edge—glass of something citrusy in one hand, a small, satisfied smile curling her lips. the moonlight reflected perfectly off of the water.

"she’s here," dylan said aloud, not turning her head. she knew cain would hear her just fine. "i want you on your best behavior. i genuinely enjoy having this one around. she's sweet. play with her too hard and she might break." cain moved behind her, slow, all presence and quiet tension. a storm barely held back by skin.

dylan didn’t flinch.

she'd instructed the family's chef to let missy in and point her to the pool area through the back of the home. once she heard the back door finally click open, she turned to their guest. "missy, darling. come meet my favorite pet."

cain had been watching the pool water ripple like she wanted to drown something in it. not someone. just… something.

something restless in her bones, coiling tighter the moment dylan said, she’s here.

she moved like a predator indulging its leash, circling around to where her ex stood. her eyes flicked toward the sound of the backdoor opening. cain's gaze dragged over her slowly, unapologetically. a slow up-and-down that wasn’t quite cruel, but definitely invasive. assessing. measuring.

"doesn’t look like your usual plaything," she said to dylan before she stepped forward. offered her hand, but didn’t move to shake—just let it hover there, palm up, like a dare.

"cain," she said with a slow smile. "i bite."

[wickcdmindz]

dear god, i don't know what combo i love playing more when it comes to threesome threads: cain & kellan or cain & dylan

but i need more of each

[wickcdmindz]

she leaned in just a fraction more, letting the air between them get tight. letting rosalie feel the weight of her stare as it dragged slowly down her face, her lips, her throat. like she was already imagining how she'd taste.

"you heard me," cain murmured, voice like a hand on the back of the neck—low, commanding, almost tender in its danger. "better use alive. talking. breathing. squirming, maybe. definitely answering my questions without the doe-eyed stalling, pretty girl."

then she straightened, just barely, her hand ghosting like she might touch her—cheek, jaw, hair—but didn’t. not yet. just the promise of it.

"and maybe i like knowing what makes a girl like you tick," she added, half a growl, half a taunt. "it’s the curiosity that keeps me from breaking things when i'm bored. ever wonder what happens when the wolf doesn’t just bite—but wants to keep you?"

kellan, still tense, flinched at the turn in cain’s voice. that sharpness softening always meant worse. she’d seen cain flirt before—god, had she seen it—but this was something else. the way she was looking at rosalie… it had the precision of a blade.

still, kellan stepped in again, subtly inserting herself into cain’s blind spot. not to stop her—kellan knew better—but to at least be there if cain’s mood slipped again.

"she’s flirting,” kellan said under her breath—more to herself than anyone else. it came out bitter and scared and so, so tired. "she only flirts when she’s about to hurt someone." maybe that was the wrong thing to say in this moment.

and then there was a moment where cain's fingers actually brushed down rosalie’s arm, not forceful but unmistakable, and kellan felt her breath catch. she didn’t know if it was horror or something darker—the part of her brain that had never quite stopped craving danger, or being around it.

she hated that about herself.

she hated that she could be scared and a little thrilled all at once.

rosalie's attention shifted back to cain, and she kind of wished it hadn't. the look on the woman's face was hardly friendly. she was a little volatile, rose noted, flinching at the too loud sound of her boot hitting the floor and the fact she was moving closer, practically stalking towards her.

listening to cain was the perfect excuse to try and settle her suddenly thudding heartbeat. she really wasn't a fan of confrontation, and looking up at the woman intruding in not just her home but the edges of her personal space wasn't helping.

cain was right though - rose wasn't stupid. she hardly thought the woman's questions were asked with good intentions behind them, was aware of the danger she was in. she just didn't know what to do with it. what she wasn't going to do was offer information, like her dads would be there in the morning to drop off her dogs. she cringed at the threat, not wanting to say too much and risk angering cain further, so settled for two words in the form of a hesitant question. "better use?"

she'd almost forgotten about kellan, until she heard her speak again. her eyes tentatively moved from cain and watched the cautious way she stepped closer to set the box of old photos and trinkets down. she didn't know what to say so she repeated the same assurance as before. "it's okay." it was pretty obvious who the ringleader was between them. "you can take whatever you want and go. no one has to know."

[wickcdmindz]

dylan’s smirk turned razor-sharp, gleaming with wicked amusement as she leaned in close again—still moving effortlessly with the music, like the dance floor was her throne and missy? her favorite little prize, warm and pliant in her arms.

"oh, sweetheart," she giggled. "you say the cutest things when you’re needy."

she spun them just slightly, enough to let the club lights flash across missy’s face—flushed, breathless, utterly undone—and dylan’s eyes drank it in like champagne. her grip stayed firm, one hand slipping down to missy’s lower back, the other trailing up between her shoulder blades, guiding her with an ease that made it clear: she was in control of this dance, of this night, of her.

"look at you," she murmured, pressing her thigh between missy’s legs again. "gripping me like I’m gonna disappear. as if you’re not the one melting in my hands."

then her voice dipped lower, playful and syrup-slick, like she was toying with a secret only she knew. "i should be careful, huh? treating you like this in public. someone might think you belong to me."

her lips brushed missy’s temple—more taunt than kiss—as her hips rolled lazily against her. "actually…" she teased, fingers brushing just under the hem of missy’s dress at her thigh, featherlight and maddening. "maybe that’s exactly what i want them to think."

dylan tilted her head back just enough to meet her eyes, dangerous and gleaming. "do you belong to me tonight, baby?" she asked with a coy smile, like she already knew the answer. "because if you do, i expect you to dance like it. moan like it. blush like it."

her fingers flexed again at missy’s waist, pulling her in even closer until there was no space left at all. "and if anyone so much as thinks about cutting in…" she added, her voice going silken and sharp, "i’ll bite."

then, in a perfectly cruel little twist of sweetness, dylan kissed her—fast, possessive..

"now be a good girl and keep up, hmm?" she said lightly, hips swaying in rhythm as if this whole seduction was just another part of the beat. "i like my toys pretty and obedient."

dylan’s lips curved slow and dangerous, like a secret unfurling beneath the surface—equal parts indulgent and predatory. the word please from missy’s lips was a gift, and dylan wasn’t the kind of girl who took gifts lightly. especially not the kind that begged to be unwrapped with teeth.

her hand, still anchored tight at missy’s waist, slipped lower—just enough to pull her closer, to fuse them together like the world didn’t matter outside the press of hips and the pulse of need.

"hm," she hummed, gaze hooded as her eyes dragged over missy’s face, her parted lips, the blush blooming like surrender across her cheeks. "look at you." her voice had taken a sweeter tone, quiet enough that it only belonged to the space between them. "craving me like that. letting everyone see."

she brushed the tip of her nose along missy’s cheekbone in something almost affectionate—almost. but the twinkle in dylan’s eyes was anything but soft. it was knowing. carnal. the look of a woman who had someone exactly where she wanted them.

"you want them to know who’s making you feel like this?" she whispered, her breath a soft tease against missy’s lips. "i like that. i like that a lot."

then, without another word, dylan kissed her.

not the tender kind, not sweet or careful—but a claim. bold, full, and consuming. her mouth moved with intention, coaxing, commanding. when she finally pulled back, barely, her voice was soaked in smug, sultry satisfaction. "now they know, sweetheart."

then she dragged her teeth lightly across missy's bottom lip. "and if you're very good," dylan mused, "maybe i’ll let you show them what my girl sounds like when she moans."