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dylan | 29 | club owner

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

monroe just hummed at dylan’s words, looking down at her direction. “oh, she’s got this nice….nice aura, i think she’s bring in the money,” she replies with confidence evident in her tone as she started to play the mix she showed to the dancer previously. she was aware of the line they somehow crossed. and she just couldn’t stop herself from playing along this line, to make a game out of it, to drive dylan crazy. she’s fed off of the reaction she got the other day when she turned her down. monroe knew that her boss wouldn’t be able to avoid her, and that just adds to the amusement she was feeling. as the music continues to play, monroe moves away from her spot and a bit closer with the older woman to watch the dancer. “see? she’s doing great.”

Dylan’s jaw was clenched as she looked out at the club. At this point she wasn’t even paying attention to the stage, she was just staring straight ahead to stop herself from looking over at Monroe. She didn’t quiet understand why she was so affected by the younger girl. She never had this problem with any of her other employees. Everyone was kept at arms length. And yet here she was in this tense situation. She could feel Monroe move closer and finally Dylan looked over at her for just a second, her eyes scanning the girl’s face before going back to the stage. “Yeah, she’s not too bad,” she mused. “The customers seem to like her.” Dylan breathed hard out of her nose before finally relaxing a little, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “This mix helps, it’s good.”

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

monroe was very much aware of her effect on dylan, especially since that moment they both shared in her office a few days ago. it took some time for the older woman to fall into her trick, but the reaction was totally worth it. as much as she wanted to just immediately jump on her bones and give what she wants, what fun would it be without a little game? she doesn’t do this a lot, but dylan just seemed to be one of monroe’s victims now, she was a perfect one, with how she easily fell into her trap. though it was a challenge for her, to not easily give in and ruin the perfect scheme she had in mind. she was conscious about how her boss was avoiding her, knowing she’s her employee, the dj just knew there would be a day when she wouldn’t be able to avoid her. luckily, the day came faster than she expected. she already had talked to the new dancer that was hired and showed her the set list to help her choose the music she wanted to dance along to. now she was in her booth, preparing the mix for the other when she felt the older woman’s presence. “hey, boss,” she greets her with a grin, before turning back to the stage. “she’s got a nice taste in music, i like her already.”

She hated this. She hated that she let herself do something so stupid as to cross the line with Monroe who very clearly was enjoying this game more than Dylan was. She never wanted to do this with someone who worked for her. Not after Evie. Yet here she was, back in this position but with someone who was so very different than the girl who left her a few months back. She didn’t want to cross that line again with her. At least, that was what she was telling herself. That they couldn’t do that again. Not after last time when Monroe just walked out on her. Dylan didn’t get denied what she wanted. Monroe had some nerve to be able to do that to her. Dylan both hated it but was also impressed by her. She stood in Monroe’s booth, avoiding eye contact as she watched the girl on stage like a hawk. “She does but it all matters on how much money she can bring in for me. Hopefully she doesn’t disappoint me.”

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[realdylanadams]

madisonxwarner‌:

She was so wet and tasted so good. Madison’s own panties were soaked through, her nipples stiff against the thin fabric of her “f•r•i•e•n•d•s” t-shirt. Dylan was fucking amazing. The rush she got from this couldn’t be compared to any other hookup or one night stand. What could come close to having a gun held to your head while you’re on your knees going down on the hottest woman you’ve ever met? Madison flattened her tongue against Dylan’s clit, licking in a circular motion. Occasionally she would interrupt her ministrations to suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

With Madison’s mouth against her core, Dylan kept a firm grip on her hair. A hungry moan slipped from her lips, almost a low groan as the younger girl’s tongue worked against her. “That’s a good girl,” she said as she watched Madison’s head bob below her. Sure, they had hooked up before and she knew that Madison was good, but this was different. This was hotter, kinkier, and god damn, Dylan was enjoying it. She couldn’t wait to feel how wet Madison must be. “Keep going, just like that,” her words came out breathlessly. She pressed the tip of the gun against Madison’s forehead. 

[realdylanadams]

Things had felt off since her business had left town. Abel was the closest thing to a best friend that Dylan had and it felt like a hole had formed where he once was in her life. This was part of the reason she didn’t get close to people, they always ended up leaving eventually. But when one door closes, another one opens. She still had Marissa and Ainsley though so at least she had them. The three still held control over most of the town and now they were three badass women in charge. But it was Marissa she wanted to check up on and make sure she was ok. Not that she and Abel were very serious yet, but Dylan was sure she would be feeling that hole without him as well. Walking into Queens was always a trip, she didn’t need a reservation or anything, she was always welcome. It didn’t take long to find the owner but she stopped by the bar to order herself a double of some W&W before going over to her. “Marissa,” she greeted her with a smile as she sat down across the table from her. “This place has really turned out. I’m impressed.”

closed starter for @themarissaharrisxn​

[realdylanadams]

Things have been... tense since Dylan and Monroe’s moment in her office the other day. This was why she had her rules and she kept boundaries with her employees. Because when that line was crossed, there was no taking it back. Now she had to deal with the outcome of her decisions. It’s not like she could fire her, talk about a scandal. Not that she wanted to fire her, Monroe was still an amazing DJ no matter how she felt about what happened. But at the same time, not just anyone could deny Dylan. There was something about Monroe. She was doing a pretty good job of avoiding Monroe since it happened, but today there was a new girl on stage and she needed to keep an eye on her. Which meant she needed to be up in Monroe’s booth to have a good view of the stage. She nodded at Monroe when she came up into the booth, “Knox.” Her face void of emotions as she turned to face the stage, arms crossed over her chest. 

Closed starter for @monroeicals​

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

the kiss lasted for a few more moments, monroe somehow but not fully surrendering to dylan. she was actually enjoying this, as much as hot whatever they were doing, she was having fun having the older woman succumbing to her, to do exactly what she was expecting her to do. she kept moving her hips in a slow pace and eventually stops when she felt her hand beneath her shirt, it was exactly the break monroe was looking for. “mhmm…boss,” she moans against her lips, then quickly pulls away with a teasing smirk in her face. “would love doing this more, but i have a set in five,” she husks against her ear before getting up and gathering her things. “don’t want to delay business, you know?”

Dylan’s hand slowly moved up Monroe’s body, losing herself in the kiss. Until suddenly it stopped. Monroe stopped rocking her hips, the kiss broke and Dylan dropped her hand out of the girl’s shirt. A frustrated groan escaped her lips as the younger girl speaks. She was right and Dylan knew this was something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place but god damn, the way she moans the word boss is almost enough to make her risk it all. “Yeah, yeah, go. Don’t want your boss to get pissed and fire you,” she says rolling her eyes. She wasn’t even mad, just sexually frustrated now as she watched Monroe get up and get ready to leave. No one has ever deny Dylan what she wants and honestly, she was impressed Monroe had the balls to do it. 

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

a muffled moan managed to slip from monroe’s lips when dylan pulls her closer by the back of her neck, letting her explore her mouth. she used her body to shove the other down her couch, the kiss became less and less chaste as monroe couldn’t stop her hands from tangling themselves in dylan’s hair, the movement of her hips getting deeper by the moment. it was like this hasn’t been the first time that they kissed, like it was a natural occurrence between the two of them, that was how monroe felt being close to the other. but she was still cautious, with the voices in her head, reminding her of whatever she’s just started with the older woman.

Monroe pushes her down against the couch and its driving Dylan crazy how bad she wants her. As much as her mind was screaming at her to stop, to not cross this line, she couldn’t help herself. Hands in her hair and the other’s hips moving against her more, Dylan couldn’t help push her own hips against Monroe. She couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for them. Things were going to be complicated now which was exactly why she didn’t want to do this. but she couldn’t help herself. And despite knowing she shouldn’t, Dylan’s hand slips under Monroe’s shirt to explore the soft skin underneath. 

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

monroe’s thoughts were basically louder than that music that filled the room, even louder than the way her heart was beating out of her chest right now. this wasn’t how she expected her game to go, how she wanted things between her and dylan to go. she puts her hand on top of the older woman’s that was on her waist, holding it, and had it exploring from her chest down to her abdomen. she knew both of them were treading dangerous waters, and this was already out of how she usually plays her games, but monroe just knew how to make things fun for her and her boss (it may not be that fun for dylan, but it surely would be fun for her). she parts her lips for the other, humming while she subtly moves her hips against the other’s lap.

As wrong as Dylan was aware this was, she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Monroe taking her hand and moving it over her body, she couldn’t help but want to explore more. As much as she knew this shouldn’t be happening, she was loving it and wanted more. She wanted to cross this line and see if her moans sounded just as good as her mixes. Clearly, Monroe was okay with what was happening because her hips start moving and it’s driving Dylan crazy. Her free hand moves up to grip Monroe’s neck as the kiss deepens, her tongue pushing into the other girl’s mouth. There’s a muffled sound as she takes in the taste of Monroe.

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

“i hope she’s very happy with my performance, don’t want to disappoint her, you know?” there was suddenly this pull that monroe couldn’t escape from, she was trapped around this small bubble that she’s shared with her boss. she finds herself leaning closer before dylan finally closes the distance between the both of them. she didn’t expect them to end up like this, she thought her relationship with the older woman would be just all professional, with just a little bit of teasing to the side. and now…she couldn’t find the strength to pull away from her, instead, the kiss just drew her in, instinctively straddling on the woman’s lap, raking her fingers through her hair as they kissed. snap out of it, monroe. snap out of it! this wasn’t part of your games!

Dylan knew this was wrong. The power balance between boss and employee was never a good idea to mess with. It made everything messy. It was why she had her rules. But god, she couldn’t help herself. Monroe was just so hot and the tension that had been growing between them was too much for her to ignore. And clearly Monroe was into it because the next thing she knew, the younger girl was climbing on her lap. Dylan’s hands moved to rest on her hips, not moving or taking a chance to push this further than it already was. Even if all she wanted to do tear Monroe’s clothes off right here. Instead, she tried her best to keep her self control, focusing on kissing her. Taking a chance to deepen it, her tongue running over Monroe’s bottom lip, begging for entrance. 

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

“saved you from a man’s misery, i did,” a chuckle escapes monroe’s lips. she could just notice how different dylan’s treatment is with her compared to others, and she knew that she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help but….mess with it, with whatever her boss might have in her mind. the way she just stared at her lips just disintegrated the momentary shyness away, there was her confidence again. god, she just likes earning this kind of reaction from people. “nah, i’m just being an honest employee. you knew this is my first actual job and still gave me a chance,” she replies with a playful tone, tilting her head to the side as she kept her eyes on the older woman. “i think i just like getting the approval from the very boss, you know?,” she bites her lower lip for a moment, not even daring to look away from the other. “guess i just like being told i’m doing a good job.”

“My hero,” she replied playfully, a smirk on her lips. Dylan took a chance with Monroe and it ended up better than she expected. The younger girl was pretty impressive and Dylan had an eye for picking out talented people. “It was nothing, really.” Dylan felt herself leaning in as she watched Monroe, their eyes locked on each other’s and Dylan couldn’t look away. “I think your boss is going to be very happy.” In this moment, she hated the fact that she was Monroe’s boss because, shit, she swore watching Monroe bite her lip was enough to turn her on. “Nothing wrong with wanting a little praise. You’re doing a great job,” her words trailed off in the end because without thinking about it, Dylan felt herself leaning forward and closing the small space between them to connect their lips. 

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

“i think i was there when i heard his mix, it was all over the place, if you ask me,” monroe shrugs at the other. during those times she was somehow going to places to explore, research on other people in the same line of profession she was about to enter to when she found herself at plan b that night, recalling how she cringed at the dj’s mix that time, how she cringed at the rough transitions of the songs. she lays back on the couch as she lets dylan go through her list, while listening to the mix. “i haven’t played it to them yet, maybe i could come in early tomorrow for their rehearsals? just so they know how the new set list will be,” she sits up, moving closer to the older woman, taking the notebook from the other. though she wasn’t able to pull away quickly. “thank you, for uhm…giving me the chance to work here. uh, you really like it huh? how about the transitions? nothing rough about it?,” she couldn’t help but ask the other with a shy grin.

“Thank god you walked in and saved me from listening to another set of his.” Hot and talented was Dylan’s favorite combination when it came to her employees. Mostly because it brought more customers in if everyone from the dancers to the bartenders were attractive. Of course to made thing more difficult for situations like this. Maybe it was the fact that Monroe wasn’t a dancer, Dylan hasn’t seen her undress hundreds of time. The mystery was killing her. Remind her to hire a guy next time. “Trying to earn bonus points with boss?” she teased. “Yeah I think that would be cool, I’m sure they’ll appreciate knowing what you have in store.” Her eyes scanned Mo’s face as she spoke, lingering on her lips for a moment before going back up to her eyes. “Don’t be getting soft on me now. I mean it, I like it, it’s all good. You’re good at this.”

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

“love that you fully support the alias, by the way,” monroe smirks at the older woman as she kicks the door close. “looks like those problems are something that i’d rather not hear,” she chuckles, taking her jacket off and tying it around her waist. why is it all of a sudden hot in her boss’s office? she walks over to the couch when she was seated and pulls out the little notebook from her pocket, handing it to the other. without bothering to ask, she takes a seat beside dylan, propping her elbow and resting her cheek against her palm. “oh- yeah, wait, i said i was gonna play it.” she takes her phone out from her pocket and plays the potential setlist she’s prepared. “some of those were my mix, the others i’ve just added to complete the vibe.”

“It’s good. Better than the last DJ I had, I can’t even remember what his name was but I remember he couldn’t make a decent playlist to save his life. And that’s why you shouldn’t hire people when you’re cross faded at a party.” She wasn’t joking at all either. Not that that guy last more than one night. Dylan kicked him so fast that she wasn’t even sure she paid him for his time. Her eyes lingered on Monroe as she took off her jacket and joined her on the couch, her mind drifting off to things she definitely shouldn’t think about her employee. Her took the notebook and glanced at the tracklist as Mo pulled out her phone to play it. She leaned in slightly as she listened. “This is great, I really dig it. I’m sure the girls are going to be able to vibe well with this,” she handed the notebook back to her, her hand lingering for a second too long. “You have a really good ear for this.”

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

monroe couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, knowing that it would be such a mess if anything happened between her and her boss. crossing the line on her first job wasn’t in her plans (when did she ever make plans? maybe this was the first time ever since she promised to herself she’d do something decent in her life), and if she was being honest, she was happy she found this career and actually still learning a lot from it. she was not gonna mess things up just because her boss is hot. she heads to her booth, grabbing the little notebook which had her set list and slips it in her pocket, then check on the controller before going down to the older woman’s office. “knock knock,” she greets as she opens the door and welcomes herself inside. “got my little list right here.”

Dylan looked up when she heard the door open again. “Perfect, let’s see what DJ Knox has in store for us. Will you shut the door, I do not need to deal with the girls thinking they can barge in with every stupid little problem they have.” That was a stupid move, Dylan should be playing safe and not making things look worse than they were. Why add to the temptation by closing the door? Why not doing everything in her power to put a stop to this tension? Because Dylan was stupid and when she wanted something, she couldn’t help it. She knew she shouldn’t do anything. There was a power balance between them. Dylan was her boss, that was a line they shouldn’t cross. She knew that. And yet. She sat up straighter on the couch and put her hand out of the notebook. 

[realdylanadams]

oricnking‌:

“You sure?” An arched brow at the other, an air of confidence in her tone, King only pushes away from the door frame at Dylan’s insistence. Slender fingers curve around the edge of the door, pushing it shut and turning the lock - just in case. One can never be too careful and she’s not sure what Dylan wants to talk with her about regarding this particular operation, but King is game to hear it. She’s been itching to make her mark since she arrived a year ago and while she’s been able to manage at least a couple of fights a month at this point, it’s not enough. She could make a killing with the right resources; getting in with Dylan and her crew? Definitely the right resources. Plus, she sort of had a soft spot for the club owner, though King isn’t apt to ever admit as such any time soon. “What about it? Please don’t tell me you wanna cut me off at my knees just because I–” King bites the tip of her tongue, but there’s a knowing smirk on her lips as she drops into an empty chair in front of Dylan’s desk. If Dylan can’t hear the suggestion in her tone, doesn’t understand what she’s referring to… well, King wouldn’t hate a repeat.

“Mhmm,” Dylan’s eyes are locked on King’s hand as her skilled fingers lock the door. She couldn’t help but let her mind wonder and think about all the things those fingers had done to her and how much she wanted them to work their magic again. God, those fingers. Dylan was lost in thought until King spoke again, the business owner snapped out of her daytime wet dream. Her eyes snapped back to king, her face not giving away what she was just thinking about. “Mm, as fun as that sounds, the thought of you on your knees is far too hot for me to ever think about cutting you off at them.” Dylan smirks and leans back in her chair, reading King’s face. “No, I’ve heard some whispers of a... fight club? I want in.” Dylan may be small but she knew how to fight, there was nothing better than sinking her fists into some asshole she needs to teach a lesson at the club. So why not make a little money off of it while also having an excuse to be around King more? A win-win, truly. 

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

“oh, dang….,” monroe glances at the older woman and pouts for a moment, before looking back out at their surroundings. she was still somehow new at plan b, yet, in a strange way, she quickly grew close with dylan already. no one seemed to question it, maybe it was just….weird, for her, considering this was her first decent job. she subtly shakes the thought out of her head. not a moment longer and they already arrived, unbuckling her seat belt while her boss parked the car. “sure thing, i’ll play the whole thing to you too, if you want?,” she fishes for her phone in her pocket and waves it at the other. “i’ll meet you in your office then, boss?,” she asks with a teasing smirk, then leaves, not even waiting for the other’s response.

Dylan was nodding in response, but Monroe was already getting out of the car. The door shut behind her and Dylan was left alone. Her hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that her scarred knuckles were white. “Get it together Adams, she’s your fucking employee,” she muttered to herself before unbuckling and turning off the car. Getting out of the car and letting the door slam behind her, she walked into the club and went straight back to her office. The club was always felt so different with the lights on when everyone was still getting ready and setting up. A few nods to people and she was in her office, throwing herself down on the couch as she waited for Monroe. 

[realdylanadams]

monroeicals‌:

“is that why you chose me to be up there in the booth, huh?” monroe thought there would be an awkward stage between her and dylan when they first met, since being a dj at plan b is her first ever decent job. but they immediately got along after that, with their frequent banters, basically treating each other as if they’re friends. but with the instant spark in their said friendship, there was this growing tension that she couldn’t deny, so most of the time she just plays along with it. “oh. damn, fired? i’ve never been fired from any job before,” she chuckles, shaking her head, knowing her boss was just messing around with her. “oh, i did prepare my setlist, kept a note of it. i think i left it by the booth to remind myself. i made some new mixes too, i can play them during rehearsals if you like?”

“Maybe so, but can you blame me?” she asked, her eyebrow was raised but Dylan was facing forward, watching the road as she drove. Part of her wondered why she kept walking his line. She never had this problem with her other employees. Evie was different, they were friends first and the tension was always there. But Mo? There was something about her that was making Dylan want to say fuck the rules and give into the tension between them. “Guess there’s a first for everything,” she teased. The drive was quick, which Dylan was grateful for because she was way too aware of how small the car felt with Monroe sitting right next to her. She pulled into her reserved parking spot at the club and put the car into park before looking back at her. “Why don’t you grab your setlist and come back to my office?” Was this about the actual setlist or did Dylan just want to have Monroe in her office alone? Dylan wasn’t even sure at this point.