got a secret, can you keep it

“Oh, alright well if you change your mind just let me know. I am out here to calm my nerves is all. I don’t like very crowded places…too many people.” He tells her. “Is that why you needed air too?” He mused.

Leyla smiled politely at the offer, even if she knew she wouldn’t be changing her mind. She wasn’t a smoker, of anything, and she was barely a drinker. The few times Aysun had taken her out drinking proved pretty definitively that she was a light weight and that wasn’t something she liked experiencing very often. “Yea, I’m- not really a people person,” she said with a sheepish laugh, rubbing her bare arms. “I also wasn’t expecting the whole...handcuff situation. Just needed a second to be alone, you know? I um...hope you’re having a good night though?” she asked, figuring she could try her hand at interacting with a stranger. As her sister said, no time like the present.

Hearing the other talk about the necklace, it made Liv happy that she gave it back, it seemed very important to the other, and she was right, it wasn’t something that you could easily replace or get in a store, it was special, it was her treasure and Liv wouldn’t want to steal someone else treasure, even being shiny. “I’m glad I was able to return it to you. I would hate to lose a gift from my father.”

Leyla was wary of most people in Hollywood. Even after ten years of living there, that little whisper of uncertainty and caution never really went away. It was partly due to the way she was raised, partly because of the way she inherently was. She kept to herself most often, and when she wasn’t at home she was in the office, working on her next novel. Outside of that and the few times her sister managed to drag her out of the house, she was content with her tiny circle. But then there were times she’d come across someone who challenged that idea that everyone was after something in the city. Perhaps it was her own naivety, since she really didn’t know this woman at all, but Leyla thought she might be one of them. “Well, I’m very glad you returned it to me as well,” she said, dimples creasing her cheeks as she offered a little smile. “Would you...at least let me buy you a coffee?” she asked after a moment, the offer awkward but sincere. “I was heading to the cafe myself, it wouldn’t be any trouble.” 

Leyla was obviously nervous, and Ares wasn’t surprised to see that. She was a meek little thing, who only opened up once she knew someone. And the vampire wasn’t even sure he counted as someone she was familiar enough with to be entirely herself. He could never quite tell if she was as shy around her closest friends and family too. They were as different as night and day, him and Leyla, but maybe there was some truth in the whole opposites attract theory, because Ares actually enjoyed the witch. She was talented, a hard worker and beautiful, all qualities he appreciated. And it was always fun to make her blush and squirm. Like now, as her trademark blush spread over her cheeks, making his grin widen. 

“Considering the amount of people at this party, you’re really quite fortunate to land with someone you know and like,” he said, his ego never failing him. He chuckled at her comment on the dress code. “It’s not, but let’s just say, I’m not used to seeing girls in handcuffs with that much clothing,” he winked at her. “Half naked - or preferably fully naked - girls and handcuffs go together, like gin and tonic, eggs and bacon, alcohol and bad decisions… You get the drift.” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing - not that he wanted to - when she tried to compliment him. “Well, thank you. You look lovely as well, even if you’re overdressed. And as for being caught off guard, you should always expect surprises with my sister. She’s hardly known for being conventional.”

Ares had been her boss for years now, but it was only in more recently that they’d started to work more closely together. Before that she had her meetings with her agents and editors with the occasional check in with the man. And now she found herself in his office a couple times a month at least. Leyla wasn’t a very outgoing person, Ares was, and that was only the beginning of their very obvious differences. Whenever they came together it was often like this, with him and his easy grins and casual charm, and her rosy cheeked and fighting the urge to run and hide. She’d been getting better at it though, thanks to her sister, and though she still couldn’t help the blushing, she was starting to stand her ground a little more. As unthreatening as it might’ve been, it was the thought that counted. 

“I don’t recall saying I liked you, just that I know you,” she said, pressing her lips together to hide a tiny smile at his words. In all honesty, it could’ve been worse, at least she knew Ares was harmless. Well. Mostly. Leyla cleared her throat, dark gaze skittering away when the man mentioned his usual experience with handcuffs, and she wasn’t sure why she was surprised. He seemed like the kind of guy who’d have a lot of personal experience on the subject- and that thought had the tips of her ears reddening. “Mmhm. Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?” she said, her gaze slowly returning to his, noting the way his face lit up as he grinned at her. Annoying. And the mention of his sister only reminded her that it obviously ran in the family. Leyla had encountered a couple of the others over the years; Linus, regrettably, then there was the redhead who owned Voyeur and had a reputation that even she’d heard of, the familiar who looked like he was on the verge of murdering someone any time she’d seen him in passing. They sure were an...interesting bunch. “Maybe next time you could talk her into a less...restrictive party game next time?” she said with a little laugh, looking down at their joined hands, “I think I’ve had enough surprises after the last ball.” 

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Chase had been outside smoking against the side of the building when he heard someone walking over to him. He didn’t stop smoking however and just looked at who it was. “Yes? Can I help you?” He asks before taking another drag. “You want in or something?” 

Finding herself handcuffed to her boss of all people for two hours had been...interesting, to say the least. But now that they were unshackled, she had to take a breather, stepping out into the crisp night breeze. It took a second for her eyes to adjust from the pitch black againast bright neon, but when they did she blinked in surprise at the realization that she wasn’t alone. “Want in? Oh. No, I’m- no thank you,” she replied with a quick shake of her head, “I just needed some air, didn’t mean to bother you.” 

Ares was used to Theo’s crazy ideas. How up for them he was depended on their nature, but if there was one thing he trusted her to do right, it was throw a party. She didn’t own the most succesful club in hollywood for nothing. He was in his element throughout the entire evening - even if he found the whole neon vibe a bit tacky - drinking, dancing, mingling. So when the handcuffs were pulled out, he trusted Theo to know what she was doing as well. Surely his sister would ensure he didn’t get tethered to someone where he’d sooner break his own arm to get out of the cuff than spend two hours with them? Although, that might be overestimating how much Theo cared. If anything, he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d be amused to see him paired to someone he’d end up in a one-handed fight with.

Well, maybe she did care or maybe he was just lucky, because a pair of hands pulled him over to a familiar face and cuffed him together with someone he knew - Leyla Yildiz. Two hours with her would definitely be no hassle. He let out a wolfish grin as they were cuffed together, looking her over. “You’re stuck with me for the next two hours, Yildiz. Must be your lucky day. Though I’d argue you’re entirely overdressed.”

@leyla-the-witch​

After spending the last ten years in Hollywood, it was really about time she stopped being surprised when each seemingly innocent party or event came with a surprise twist. And yet there she was, eyes widening as she listened to a woman explain the terms of the latest twist. For someone who preferred solitude or familiar company, it was a nightmare, the thought of getting tossed together with a random stranger. Especially with the sorts of people the city attracted, there was a high chance she’d be paired with someone who was very much unlike her. Nibbling on her lower lip Leyla absently tugged at a long curl as she waited for the woman to bring over her match, shifting awkwardly on her feet. A quick look to her side showed her sister flashing her a grin and a wave as she walked off arm in arm with her partner, and not for the first time Leyla wished she had Aysun’s ability to befriend anyone. 

The sound of a familiar voice drew back her attention, and the witch paused as she watched her boss amble towards her, wrist outstretched. The grin he wore was one she’d seen before, and like those other times instantly it brought a flush to her cheeks, her gaze skittering off to the side. “Oh, hello,” she said, her eyes shifting to the cuffs as they were locked together. “Well...at least you’re not a stranger, right?” she said with a little laugh, her free hand tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. The comment that followed had her wrinkling her nose at him, the blush spreading to the tips of her ears. “I didn’t realize being half naked was part of the dress code,” she said, even as her lips twitched slightly, “you look...um, very nice- it’s a nice suit. And you also look nice in it too of course. You and the suit. Together. Good.” Biting her tongue to stop herself from embarrassing herself further, Leyla took a deep breath, pressing her hand against her warm cheek. “Sorry. I was just...caught off guard by all this.”

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Linus didn’t take his eyes off the other, watching to see how desperately she needed to come undone for him. He couldn’t help but enjoy in the wicked feeling of finally getting what he wanted. The vampire was only satisfied when she so easily did as he said, giving a little huff of amusement at it all. When the witch began to pleasure him he only grabbed a harsh fistful of her hair so that he could keep her in place. The man gave  hiss at her when she teased with her tongue and he shook his head slowly at her in warning. 

The necklace was pretty and shiny, it was very hard for Liv to give it back, however as much as she liked to look at the stone, it didn’t belong to her, it wasn’t her treasure to keep it, she wouldn’t want to start her collection with something that she found on the floor, she wanted to have stories like her parents, treasures from all around the world, found a deep dark cave. Besides, when she saw how happy the woman was to take her necklace back, it was obvious she made the right call, hopefully, one day if she lost something that was important to her, someone would give it back. Liv shook her head negatively. “No, is your necklace, I’m just glad to return it. Although…” And there it was, Livhylla  curiosity taking the best of her. “ I would love to know where you got it, it is beautiful, I don’t think I saw anything like it.”

Her hand curled tighter around the necklace as she realized how close she’d come to losing it, internally chastising herself for having been so careless, too lost in her own thoughts to pay attention. She wasn’t sure what she’d have done if her necklace was lost to her. It was so much more to her than a talisman of protection, it tied her to her coven, to her family, to the traditions of her people. Whenever she was missing home, she’d hold her necklace tight and she could almost feel the presence of her coven around her. All things considering, the question shouldn’t have surprised her, it really was a peculiar piece of jewellery. “Oh...well it’s actually part of a...family tradition of sorts,” she started slowly, clearing her throat. She could sense the other wasn’t human, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was a Society member, and so Leyla opted to remain cautious until she could be sure. “Kind of like a...coming of age gift, you could say. An elder in my family made it by hand, with a stone native to my home. It’s...very special to me.” 

Walking around the park Livhylla couldn’t help but wonder if she wanted to so something else, being a model was fun, however there were other jobs around that seemed just as interesting, acting, being someone different in each role, bartender, meeting different people every night, however she doubted her parents would be on board with that job.

While walking around, Liv saw something fall on the floor, her eyes grew wide on the object as she moved fast to grab it, it was clear the person didn’t realized they drop it, it would be easy for her to place it in her pocket and walk away, however that wasn’t the person she was. “Excuse me, I think you dropped this.”

@hollywoodundeadstarters​

When she first heard the voice, Leyla assumed it was directed at someone else. But one quick pat of a now empty pocket had her whirling around, her eyes finding the other woman. “Goddess, thank you,” she said, instantly moving forward to take the necklace back, wrapping her fingers around the amulet and holding it to her chest. It was an enchanted amulet, spells of protection and strength woven into the delicate copper wire-work. It was part of an ancient tradition in her coven back home, where their Supreme would hand make an amulet for a witch once they first come into their powers. Leyla kept hers on her person at all times, the swirling blues of the stone bringing her calm in the same way the water did. She tended to keep it hidden from sight since there was just something....otherworldly about it. Someone looking at it for too long would surely have questions about the way the colours of the amulet seemed to shift and change like the sea. And yet she’d gone and nearly lost it. “Really, thank you for returning this, it’s- very special to me. Is there...anything I can do for you in return?” she offered without thinking, that grateful that the woman hadn’t just run off with it. 

The vampire was satisfied with the way that Leyla only moaned out for him, knowing full well that she couldn’t resist him “Now I knew that you had a moan in there for me, little witch…” He teased, pressing more firmly between her legs “Of course I’m good at it, I’m just better with being selfish….Because this can easily serve as a punishment for you trying to deny me previously, not that you were really successful in doing so.” He mused “You can get down on your knees and please me that way, I don’t need to explain it further.” He grunted, giving a low hiss at her.

Linus gave a low snarl at the witch, intrigued by her scent and wanting to taste her. He was going to take every opportunity with the woman whilst he had her in her his clutches. “Touch you? That almost makes it sound like you think I’m in this for your pleasure?” He wondered, roughly pushing a hand between her legs just to see just what he was working with wetness wise. “Have you mistaken me for someone else, witchy? I’m not really that much of a giver, more of a taker…” He hissed against her ear.

Beyond reason / Leyla & Echo​

While he knew that she was a witch and he was not only supposed to hate them but also supposed to stay clear of them, Echo couldn’t help himself. Even when he was not under the influence of this moon he had found it hard to stay cold with her. There was something about her creative mind combined with her outer beauty and soft, borderline shy personality that drew him in. He had always had a soft spot for the shy but vulnerable girls, the ones who were soft but lonely. Perhaps because he knew what it was like to be lonely himself. How you found yourself searching for meaning and connection. Right now, he needed to touch her, worship every strip of skin, feel parts of her that he hadn’t allowed himself to imagine in his wildest dreams. The carnal need was so strong his mind felt foggy and the second she kissed him back, he didn’t need to wonder if she felt the same or not. She wanted him to. Her hazel hues consumed him, though he could tell that she had done something with her dress as his hands felt it loosen, the fabric sliding down. Her soft whisper had him pressing his lips together, his own frame trembling as he held himself back. He wanted her to say it. To ask. Despite being able to see the desire in her beautiful orbs, he needed some kind of verbal consent before loosing himself in her entirely. It was the mere ‘please’ that was his cue. His hands tugging, perhaps a bit harshly at the fabric of her dress to make it release her curves and slide to the floor. “I’ll make it better.” he murmured, before his lips were crashing back against hers, hands making quick work of his shirt and his pants, needing to be as naked as she was. Once he was free of the fabric constraints, the dragon tried his best to be gentle. His erect member preparing her by sliding against her folds, coating himself in her wetness before finding her entrance. With one swift thrust he was inside her, groaning at the feel of her. Slipping his thumb down to circle and flick her clit while he thrusted, finding a good rhythm. 

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Dilara was utterly captured. She was almost hypnotized by the sight of them together, rubbing and slowly moving towards undressing the beautiful witch. The witch’s scent was enough to completely capture her attention, but pairing her with someone she had already bonded with earlier that evening in the haze of lust and desire made the scene even more delicious. The moniker that slipped past his lips and was soon becoming frequent with them made her moan and Dilara pulled one of her breasts out, pinching at her nipple and groaning in sheer pleasure. Baby girl. “Yes, daddy.” She purred, but her gaze was on the witch. She stumbled towards them in a haze of desire and need and mewed softly when the witch took her by the wrist and guided her towards her. Dilara melted her body against the beautiful witch’s, inhaling her scent and wanting to worship every inch of her. Her familiar nature with the effects of the full moon was making her so drawn to the woman. “Beautiful.” She whispered, but her lips were soon captured by the witch’s. Dilara gently lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, a shock of pleasure just from touching the witch. She deepened the kiss, still being gentle and moaned against the other’s lips. Her hand slipped from the other’s neck into her lush curls and she gently tangled her fingers within. Her other hand moved down the silky material encasing her and helped Echo push the fabric out of the way. She was desperate for both, to worship both and to never leave. 

@echoxdragon​

Echo couldn’t help how his erection was growing in his pants again, finding himself rubbing against Leyla’s shapely backside, groaning in her ear. God he wanted to take her again so badly. She was soaking wet for him and clearly loving the invasion of his fingers taking care of every inch of her core. Now that he had Dilara here to help them out, another woman he had immensely enjoyed his time with and would be more than happy to play with again, Echo suspected this was the beginning of a fun and long lasting session. He was about to give the gorgeous familiar some directions when the commotion of a fight momentarily broke him out of the trance the girls had put him in. The guards were having their handful with a bunch of unruly wolves. So predictable.. Sighing a bit, Echo gently withdrew his fingers. He could think of nothing better than being the three of them in private. Away from prying eyes but also guaranteed not to be interrupted. “How about we move this to my place, hmm?” he asked, meeting both of their eyes, Dilara’s straight on, Leyla’s by softly turning her chin to him. Covering her lips in a deep kiss his hand drew back before moving forward to teasingly slap her ass. “You’ll have a great time, I promise. I’ll take care of you.” Giving Dilara a smile as he addressed her. “Both of you.” 

@leyla-the-witch​

To say she was a little overwhelmed would’ve been an understatement, but Leyla couldn’t seem to find it in herself to care too much when she was sandwiched between two beautiful people. Her attraction to Echo was made obvious that night, and before that if she was being honest with herself, but the addition of the familiar was something she hadn’t been expecting. Leyla didn’t have much experience with sex with men as it was, but this? she’d never tried anything like this before. But Echo’s encouragement had her mustering up her courage, and with the woman finally pressed up against her, her soft lips against hers, Leyla found herself moaning softly, grinding herself onto Echo’s fingers as she suckled at Dilara’s lower lip. The haze of pleasure was thick, but when there was a loud crash nearby, she jumped, shrinking back into Echo’s arms instinctively while her hand tightened on Dilara’s. “We- we can’t,” she said once she found her words, cheeks flushed as she looked over her shoulder at Echo and then across at the beautiful familiar. “They um, they lock the gates. I...checked earlier,” she explained, nibbling at her lower lip as she tried to focus on the situation at hand instead of how much she wanted to be touched. By both of them. The little slap against her ass, drew her back from her thoughts, her lips upturned as she kissed him back. “I...think there are actually some rooms in this manor,” she started, looking to Dilara now, “maybe we could...see if any of them are empty? If you would like to as well?”

The vampire was satisfied when Leyla gave in and began to do exactly what he wanted. It was the natural order and he only gave a grunt in response and pressed himself more firmly against her, grinding his hardening member against her once she had hiked her leg up “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, because I know full well that you’ve been thinking about me…” He snarled, snapping at her neck with his fangs. “I can tell because I always hear your heart race whenever I turn up and it’s pounding in your chest right now…” He mused in his low husky tone. 

A shiver raced up her spine at the feel of his fangs against her neck, nipples hardening under the silk fabric of her dress. If she had her wits about her she’d have been mortified about the situation, especially at the thought of having to voice what she wanted out loud. At her core Leyla was a very obedient creature, she hated upsetting people and was horrible at saying no. Her sister had been helping her work on that, and she’d been doing a pretty good job with Linus- until that moment. “Touch me,” she moaned softly, feeling like she was going to go out of her mind just with the way he rutted against her through his clothes. “Please Linus I’m- I want you to touch me...” 

Beyond reason / Leyla & Echo​

Echo knew deep down that fighting the Blood Moon’s influence would prove to be both difficult and challenging. Too much so for someone who actually enjoyed sex and intimacy with other people quite a lot. Had he found himself in the old woods he used to roam, he would have had no challenge at all. Or the Romanian sea shore. Yet here in the city there were people and creatures everywhere you went. No street empty, no hallway abandoned. All flooded with bodies and the heat radiating off them. It was as if he could feel them along with hearing their hearts pump and their skin sweat. Which made him riled up in return. Feeling like he just had to hold someone close. Like he truly needed to taste skin and feel wetness, all in order to be relieved of this burning sensation inside. 

Standing there behind her, he could feel the heat radiating of Leyla’s skin. And for once he couldn’t care less about what she was. All he saw was her beauty. Her thick brown hair. Her full lips, her tight backside and long legs. “Perhaps not. They don’t like giving us too many of those.” he quietly agreed, though expressing his annoyance with the Charbonneau clan was not at the top of his list right now. She was. Deciding to throw all caution to the wind, Echo gently turned her around. “I found her.” he murmured, gently pressing his lips to hers as his hands roamed down her sides, pressing her body against his. 

Despite his vapid hatred towards her right from the get go, even Leyla hadn’t missed the fact that Echo was a vision, something right out of the erotic romance novels she loved to read. It was easy to forget that part when she was busy arguing with him, but right then, when all that other stuff seemed so trivial, it was the only thing she could think about. Her gaze had wandered to his lips as he spoke, so when his words registered her dark gaze flickered up to his in surprise. And desire. Lifting her face just as he leaned down to meet her, Leyla kissed Echo back indulgently, her hands smoothing up his chest to cradle his face between them. Generally a public hallway wasn’t her idea of the right time or place for this sort of thing, but the entire world could’ve been watching right then for all she cared. “I’m glad you did,” she answered honestly, her lips moving against his as she spoke. She genuinely lost track of how much time had passed, but by then she was all but trembling with need, the insides of her soft thighs slick with her wetness. Drawing back just enough that she could meet his eyes, her lips kiss swollen and parted, Leyla reached up, gently nudging the thin straps of her gown off her slender shoulders without breaking his gaze. The dress was clingy enough that it caught on her curves, but the front dipped dangerously low, making it evident that she was naked beneath. “Echo, I- I can’t stand it,” she pleaded with him in a soft whisper, a look of almost pain on her face as the burning desire within her quickly became too much to bear. She really shouldn’t have looked so innocent considering what she was asking of him, her brown eyes doeish even as she pressed closer to his chest, her dress dipping even lower. “Please.” 

dilara-alpman-shaw​:

Perhaps coming tonight had been a bad idea. But Dilara was too far gone to really care much anymore that she had been throwing herself wantonly at anyone she passed. But the worst part was that all of the witches smelled so fucking good. They were like catnip for her and she went crazy each time she found one, she’d been following them most of the night, ending up with witch after witch. She caught the witch’s scent in the air and instantly Dilara was on high alert. It was one she hadn’t crossed paths with tonight and she went towards them like a moth to the flame. Winding through the crowd of writhing, fucking, and fighting bodies, she turned corner after corner until she came upon the witch she had smelled. Dilara’s gaze was almost glazed over at the sight of the witch, but it only grew better. She looked on with only pure lust and desire as the witch enjoyed herself with Echo, the dragon she had enjoyed herself immensely with earlier in the night. Seeing them together, someone she had enjoyed herself with and a witch that was effecting her so strongly, almost sent Dilara over the edge right there. Watching the sleek material of the witch’s dress hike up and reveal beautiful skin, Dilara moaned softly. Her hands started to stray across her body, one sneaking up and rubbing at her breast, threatening to let it spill over the corset of her dress. 

@echoxdragon​

@leyla-the-witch​

The night was becoming a blur of bodies and lust out of control in every damn direction one looked. Echo was fairly amused but had also had his fair share of good time with anyone remotely interested. Now that the evening was drawing to a close though, and he felt like leaving this party as he had fulfilled his duty in showing up, there was one person he really wanted to see again. Finding the witch easily by scent, Echo was unable to keep from smirking a bit in response to her comment. “Without you? Not a chance.” he replied, unable to keep himself from running his hand up her thigh, his fingers grazing over the sheer, thin material of her thong. It was still intact which he thought was a miracle given the circumstances. No longer holding back, the feel of her strutting her pretty ass against him the only answer he needed, the dragon easily moved the fabric to the side, palming her core and stroking her outer lips as he kissed her neck. He had just begun rubbing that cute little pleasure button of hers when he caught the sound of a small moan, his attention drifting momentarily to the familiar where she stood, watching them and pleasuring herself. “Do you need some help with that baby girl? Come over here.” he said, without taking his hands off Leyla. “Three can be twice as much fun as two.” he murmured to her, making it a light suggestion. 

@leyla-the-witch​

Leyla didn’t bother to hide the sweet grin drawn out at his words, glad that she wasn’t the only one who’d wanted to see him again as the night was drawing to a close. Despite having been with more people in one night than she had in the 45 years prior, even if one was an easy number to beat, she found herself lusting for touch again, craving it even. It was almost like she was a different person entirely as she rolled her hips unabashedly, grinding herself into his touch. Head tipped back onto his shoulder, Leyla didn’t notice his gaze wander at first, not until he was speaking to someone else. Lifting her head, Leyla met the gaze of another woman, clearly watching them and enjoying it. What was more, the woman was a familiar, she could sense it, probably would’ve sensed it earlier if she hadn’t been so distracted by the dragon behind her. As he told the woman to come closer, Leyla continued to watch her almost owlishly, nibbling on her lower lip. All the heightened feelings and sensations made it hard to think and process, especially since she was out of her depth, but it was easy to follow the coaxing of Echo’s deep voice, to let him guide her instead. So when the woman was close enough, Leyla went on impulse and reached out to her, wrapping her fingers around her wrist and tugging her closer all without moving herself off Echo. As the familiar’s body stumbled into theirs, Leyla lifted her face, planting a gentle kiss against the woman’s lips.