Savant

25 M He/Him

[savant07]

Looking for Mafia Rp, Female Only!

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MALES

MUSE: Eliza Paderna (30s)

“And for the record, I never stopped craving the taste of my cum on your fingers. Right after you finished fucking me. I’ve made it clear in every way that I still want you, baby.”

[savant07]

The words hit him like a physical blow. The image, stark and vivid, exploded behind his eyes: the sweat slicked skin, the breathless aftermath, the intimate, almost ritualistic gesture of her bringing it to her lips, her eyes locked on his with an unblinking intensity that had always thrilled and terrified him. He felt a sudden, dizzying rush of heat, a flush rising from his collarbone to his ears. His mouth went dry. He swallowed, a rough, audible sound in the sudden cavern of his awareness. The sheer audacity, the raw, unapologetic honesty of her statement, left him momentarily paralyzed. His gaze flickered across her face, searching for a trace of irony, a hint of a jest, but found only the unyielding truth of her desire. The memory, long suppressed, clawed its way back, potent and undeniable, the phantom scent of their bodies mingling, the metallic tang of arousal. His chest expanded, a silent gasp. He found his voice, a little rougher than he intended, a laugh bubbling up, half shock, half genuine amusement, escaping his lips.

“You’re absolutely insane, you know that?”

#archie reid 34 @camed

[disapprove]

@savant07

“And there you go.” Aelin said after wrapping the bandage around the other’s knuckles, flashing them a small smile. She’d taken them to the back of the bar, where the bar kept a first aid kits. “I think we officially ran out of bandage now, so no more fights tonight.” It was meant to be a tiny joke, to light the mood. Eyes trailed along their face, as if to search for more bruises or wounds to take care of. “Are you okay?”

[savant07]

“Never better, darlin’. Especially with you playing nurse.” He glanced around the empty backroom, then towards the dim, hushed main area of the bar. The usual Friday night roar had dwindled to a murmur, then to silence. The last patrons must have finally stumbled out, leaving only the quiet hum of the refrigerators. “What about you? You alright working in a place like this? Full of riff-raff and brawlers. Doesn’t seem like your usual scene, Aelin.” He leaned a shoulder against the grimy wall, feigning casualness, though every muscle in his body felt coiled, aware of her proximity. He let his gaze drift over her, a slow appraisal, before bringing it back to her face, a flicker of something unreadable in his depths. “Where’s Liam, anyway? Thought he’d be here, playing knight in shining armor.”

@disapprove

[savant07]

Aiden let out a dry, short laugh that didn't reach his eyes, though his grip on her waist tightened as he pressed her back against the door again. "A date? You want the man who killed your cousin to take you to a candlelit dinner?" He leaned down, his nose brushing against hers, his lips hovering a hair's breadth from her ear. "Would you really go out with me, Ella? Risk your father’s wrath for a steak and a glass of wine? Or are you just looking for a reason to say no?" Aiden pulled back, his expression softening into something more dangerous—sincerity. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her throat. "I’m not known for my patience, Ella. Forgive me for that. In my world, if you wait for something, someone else bleeds for it. But for you..." He trailed off, his gaze dropping to her mouth before snapping back to her eyes, intense and demanding. "Tell me the truth. If it came down to a choice, the kind of choice that leaves a city in ashes... would you ever choose me over your family? Could you look at the Moretti name and choose a Rossi instead?" ... "Friday night. Eight o'clock. I’ll be at the neutral pier. Don't wear something you're afraid to get blood on, Ella. Because if your father sees us, I won't be the only one fighting for you."

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella

[luciddream5]

Ella let him press her against the door, no hint of fear in her gaze. She was relaxed, knowing well enough she had weapons, if necessary, not that she expected it to come to that. No, she knew he felt the same electricity she did or he wouldn’t be there right now. “And you want to be with the woman who killed your uncle?” She opted not to share with him that the other male wasn’t her cousin by blood, but someone they’d known for many years that he was like family. For a brief second, Ella let her eyes close as she felt his warm breath against her ear, brushing over her neck. Eyes pulled open quickly though, scanning up to look at him, “I do enjoy a taking a risk now and then,” she countered, “I’m not afraid of my father. I’m the one taking over for him someday.” She pulled forward, allowing her slender form to press flush against Aiden. “If you want me, then you want me completely, not just in a dark bedroom. Tell me, Aiden, do you want me or only my bed?” she challenged. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t already aroused, but she had no intention of giving into it so easily. “You don’t have – eh – have the ability to ask me this yet,” she offered, only stumbling slightly in her efforts to come up with the proper words in English. The intention was that he didn’t have the right to ask, yet. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure if she could choose him over her family nor did she ever want to consider that choice to be a possibility. Ella’s hand rested on his chest, allowing her body to drop back from him a little, “8:30. I’m working across town,” was all she expressed, knowing it would be a push to get there by 8. “Afraid of my father? I’ll protect you from him,” she assured. Though she knew what he didn’t, her father was out of the country for another week, but she didn’t intent to share that type of thing, not knowing how much trust they could have in one another.

[savant07]

"I just don’t want you sad," He spoke, his voice softening once more, a dangerous caress. "I never want to see that light dim in your eyes. But sometimes, to protect what you love, you make choices others don’t understand. Choices that leave blood on your hands." He paused, his gaze fixed on hers, unwavering. "I’m afraid, Ella, that one day, I'll have to kill your father." He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "If he stood between us. Or if he threatened what was mine." His hand slid from her waist, moving slowly, deliberately, down her hip, his touch a possessive brand. "Don't mistake my intentions, Ella. If all I wanted was to have you on a bed, I would have you then and there, consequences be damned." His eyes, dark pools of desire, burned into hers. "But as much as that thought tantalizes me, as much as I crave to feel your body beneath mine, to taste your lips, to hear you moan my name..." He paused, his thumb brushing over the soft curve of her hip. "I want more. I want to explore you. Every curve, every secret, every hidden desire. I want to unravel you, piece by exquisite piece." He pulled away, his eyes still holding hers, a silent challenge in their depths. "I'll wait for you. Till the morning if I have to. Come whenever you're ready to choose." With that, he released her, stepping out as if he were merely a figment of her imagination.

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella

[savant07]

The words were low, firm, only giving him a brief space before she leaned in to kiss him once more, a softer, more lingering contact that tasted of a promise and a warning. Aiden groaned again, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her palms. He shifted, his hand moving up to cup her jaw, his thumb dragging across her bottom lip, which was swollen and red from his attention. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes searching hers. "If I let you go now, it will be the hardest thing I’ve done since I took my first life. You think I want a notch on a bedpost? If I wanted a conquest, I’d take a territory, not a headache like you." His voice a rasp against her skin. "If I walk out that door right now, it’s only because I want you to come back to me of your own will. Not because of a moment of adrenaline. But don't think for a second that I'm letting you go easily."

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella

[luciddream5]

If Ella demanding anything of those around her, respect was certainly at the top of the list. It was rare for a man to capture her attention, for her to look twice, to gain her interest, but Aiden had certainly done it. She wasn’t experienced romantically, not a virgin, but not terribly far from it, either. She didn’t take those things lightly, even though Aiden certainly had her heated up rather easily. Lips parted once more, heavy lidded eyes drawing up to look at him. “You don’t have to leave unless you desire to go, but I am a lady,” she expressed, “and expect you to treat me like one.” Her gaze narrowed, pressing back slightly to look at him, “I’m a headache to you? If that’s true, why did you come here?” Her words were low, quiet, no anger in them, but she certainly wasn’t pleased by his description of her. “You want me? Pursue me like a man. Ask me for a date. But if I’m too much for you, then we know where we stand.”

[savant07]

Aiden let out a dry, short laugh that didn't reach his eyes, though his grip on her waist tightened as he pressed her back against the door again. "A date? You want the man who killed your cousin to take you to a candlelit dinner?" He leaned down, his nose brushing against hers, his lips hovering a hair's breadth from her ear. "Would you really go out with me, Ella? Risk your father’s wrath for a steak and a glass of wine? Or are you just looking for a reason to say no?" Aiden pulled back, his expression softening into something more dangerous—sincerity. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her throat. "I’m not known for my patience, Ella. Forgive me for that. In my world, if you wait for something, someone else bleeds for it. But for you..." He trailed off, his gaze dropping to her mouth before snapping back to her eyes, intense and demanding. "Tell me the truth. If it came down to a choice, the kind of choice that leaves a city in ashes... would you ever choose me over your family? Could you look at the Moretti name and choose a Rossi instead?" ... "Friday night. Eight o'clock. I’ll be at the neutral pier. Don't wear something you're afraid to get blood on, Ella. Because if your father sees us, I won't be the only one fighting for you."

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella

[savant07]

Aiden didn't let her hand go. He caught her fingers as they fell, his grip firm and possessive, pulling her forward until their bodies almost clashed. His other hand found the small of her back, splaying wide and dragging her flush against him. The impact was electric, her soft curves meeting the unyielding planes of his chest. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Ella. The risk is the only thing that makes the reward worth having.” He didn't wait for her to answer. His mouth crashed onto hers, a desperate, hungry collision of teeth and tongue. He tasted of dark chocolate and the lingering heat of ambition. His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring the cavern of her mouth. Aiden groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated from his throat into hers. He walked her backward, her heels clicking rhythmically against the hardwood until her back hit the heavy oak door.

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella #nsfw

[luciddream5]

A delicate brow raised when he caught her hand, holding it in his, pulling her body taught to his form. Ella had to fight back the gasp in her chest, breath hitching quietly. Everything in her told her this was a terrible idea, but she could feel the electricity between them. That was hard to deny. His words almost had her smirking, ready to say something back, but he offered her no opportunity. No, instead, lips pressed against hers, insistent, fervent, and all she could do was respond. She kissed him back with the same heat, desperation, need, arms wrapping around his neck. Eyes closed, the sound of feet shuffling, the click of her boots as they moved together until she was pressed up against the door. For several moments, she let herself get lost in him, in whatever this was between them. A single hand lifted, pressing lightly to his chest to get his attention as she parted from his lips. “I’m not sleeping with you,” she assured him, even if everything in her body craved more, “I deserve more respect than a conquest.” The words were low, firm, only giving him a brief space before leaning in to kiss him once more.

[savant07]

The words were low, firm, only giving him a brief space before she leaned in to kiss him once more, a softer, more lingering contact that tasted of a promise and a warning. Aiden groaned again, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her palms. He shifted, his hand moving up to cup her jaw, his thumb dragging across her bottom lip, which was swollen and red from his attention. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes searching hers. "If I let you go now, it will be the hardest thing I’ve done since I took my first life. You think I want a notch on a bedpost? If I wanted a conquest, I’d take a territory, not a headache like you." His voice a rasp against her skin. "If I walk out that door right now, it’s only because I want you to come back to me of your own will. Not because of a moment of adrenaline. But don't think for a second that I'm letting you go easily."

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella

[savant07]

Aiden smiled, a slow, curve of his lips, and moved closer, closing the remaining distance between them with two unhurried steps. The air thickened, charged with an almost visible energy. “Worried about me, Ella?” His voice, a low rumble, seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards. He reached out, his fingers brushing the fine silk of her dress, a fleeting, feather-light touch. “Or worried about what might happen if you let yourself feel this… possibility?” His eyes, dark as obsidian, held hers, refusing to release their grip. “I see it in your eyes, Ella. The same fire that burns in mine. We’re two sides of the same coin, you and I. Think of the empires we could build, the worlds we could conquer. Not as adversaries, but as… partners.” He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and something uniquely his, something dangerous and intoxicating. “Or perhaps, something more.” His eyes dropped to her lips again, a silent invitation, a promise of forbidden pleasure. “I’ve watched you, Ella. From a distance, in the shadows. I’ve seen the way your mind works, the ruthless efficiency, the brilliant strategies. And I’ve seen the fire beneath that cool exterior. The fire you try so hard to hide.” He lifted a hand, slowly, deliberately, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, the warmth of his touch a brand against her skin. “Imagine, just for a moment, letting that fire burn. Letting it consume us both.”

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella

[luciddream5]

Ella already knew Aiden was dangerous – and not in the way most might think. Yes, they were in the same world. She had no doubt that he could and would kill someone, if necessary. Ella certainly had, though she did try to only resort to such things if that was the only option – or if they earned their death. There were whispers of her reputation, that she could be ruthless, but it was out of necessity. In order to be taken seriously, she had to literally fight for it, at times, moreso when she was younger. Now, her reputation preceded her, and most knew she had no problem pulling out a throwing knife and aiming for someone. If she missed, it was intentional.

Her gaze didn’t break from his, “Worried for you? No. I’m telling you the truth.” Was she a tiny bit concerned? Perhaps. But she was also fairly sure she could convince her father to calm down. She let Aiden approach, let him get close, too close. As terrible as it was, as bad an idea as it might be, she liked the way it felt, too. It was as if she could feel him in her veins with barely a touch. “I don’t worry,” she offered, almost sharply. Her own gaze remain fixed firmly on his, swearing she could very nearly get lost in those eyes. “And I should trust you? Trust you wouldn’t drive a knife into my back because you want this empire for yourself?” she had to ask the question before he clouded her mind too much. Eyes almost flickered closed as his breath brushed against her ear. The scent of him and his cologne mixed with her delicate perfume and the vague hint of leather from her jacket – something she usually was wearing. A low breath fell from her lips, “I don’t hide it, I’ve learned to control it,” she assured him. “I’ve paid attention to you, too. Ruthless, cunning, you like what you can control. You let your fire take you over, maybe more than you should,” she offered him a hint of a smirk. Her fingers shifted, slightly brushing his arm, down to his hand before dropping back. “Are you sure this is a risk you want to take?”

[savant07]

Aiden didn't let her hand go. He caught her fingers as they fell, his grip firm and possessive, pulling her forward until their bodies almost clashed. His other hand found the small of her back, splaying wide and dragging her flush against him. The impact was electric, her soft curves meeting the unyielding planes of his chest. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Ella. The risk is the only thing that makes the reward worth having.” He didn't wait for her to answer. His mouth crashed onto hers, a desperate, hungry collision of teeth and tongue. He tasted of dark chocolate and the lingering heat of ambition. His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring the cavern of her mouth. Aiden groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated from his throat into hers. He walked her backward, her heels clicking rhythmically against the hardwood until her back hit the heavy oak door.

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella #nsfw

[savant07]

He chuckled, a low, husky sound that vibrated through her. His hand continued to stroke her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. “Never apologize for wanting, Abby. Especially not from me.” He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her collarbone. “You’re absolutely breathtaking, you know that? Even covered in soot, stuck in a blizzard. More beautiful than any woman I’ve ever known.” His hands moved, swift and sure, to the waistband of her joggers. He pulled them down, peeling the soft fabric from her hips, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. He paused, his eyes lingering on the curve of her belly, the soft skin of her inner thighs. He pulled her joggers down past her knees, then her ankles, freeing her legs. His gaze raked over her, a slow, appreciative journey. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. He leaned down, his lips finding the soft skin of her inner thigh, just above the lace. He kissed her there, a warm, wet press.

@disapprove

[disapprove]

Abigail was letting out soft whines of pleasure at his thumb circling her nipple. She nodded slowly, her fingertips carefully moving up to play with his hair. "You're making me blush, I don't like that." She was used to being called hot or sexy - but breathtaking? Abigail watched him as he pulled her joggers down, shivering at the delicate and gentle touches and kisses he marked her with. She knew she was already soaking wet by just talking to him earlier, desperate eyes following every movement. "Aiden," - Abigail breathed out in a sigh, her head falling back into the mattress that they'd dragged in front of the fire to stay warm. "Please don't stop." she whispered softly, her fingertips stroking along his jawline, eyes staring back into his. As the kiss to her inner thigh, she sucked in her stomach and held her breath, eyes falling shut. "Your kisses," she mumbled. "They drive me insane."

[savant07]

Aiden hooked his thumbs into the edges of her lace panties. He didn't ask; he simply moved, tearing the delicate fabric down her legs and tossing the ruined lace toward the edge of the rug. The firelight played over the wet, pink folds of her center, glistening with the evidence of her arousal. He leaned back on his haunches for a moment, his chest heaving, his own pants straining against the hard length of his cock. "You look like you were made to be worshipped right here, in the middle of a storm." He reached out, his fingers tracing the outer lips of her pussy, spreading the natural cream of her excitement over her clit. Aiden leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe of moisture from her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to the heat of her sex. He moved between her legs, pushing them wide. He didn't hesitate. He pressed his face against her, his nose inhaling her deeply before his tongue lashed across her clit. He worked with a focused intensity, his tongue circling the hard, sensitive nub of her clitoris while his fingers found the entrance to her passage. "Is this what you wanted, Abby? Did you ever imagine this before? Me, taking you apart while the world disappears outside?" He didn't wait for an answer, his tongue diving deep into her, miming the motion of a cock.

@disapprove

[savant07]

Aiden stood framed by the porch light, a dark silhouette against the inky sky, a faint smile playing on his lips. His tailored suit, a shade darker than the night, seemed to absorb the light. His eyes, even in the dimness, held a glint of something unreadable, a challenge. Aiden moved, a fluid, confident stride that brought him over the threshold. He paused, letting the door click shut behind him, plunging the foyer into a more intimate dimness. His gaze swept the opulent space, taking in the gleaming marble, the soaring ceilings, the muted art. His smile widened, a flash of white teeth. “Agreed? I recall a rather spirited debate, if I’m not mistaken.” He turned, his eyes, dark and assessing, finally settling on her. “And since when have we ever agreed on anything that didn’t involve a mutual desire for a particular territory or a shared disdain for a common enemy?” He straightened, his eyes sweeping over her face, lingering on her lips. “I’m not so sure it’s a bad idea, Ella. This... is simply… exhilarating?” He paused, letting the word hang in the air, a challenge, an invitation. “Imagine what we could achieve, Ella, if we stopped viewing each other as obstacles, and started seeing… possibilities.”

@luciddream5 #rival boss

[luciddream5]

Aiden was a rival, generally speaking. They had times where it was mutually beneficial to work together, he was certainly right about that. The attraction, though, that was the thing that she fought with everything in her. When he was near, she swore she could feel the electricity in the air, like it became tangible, and she didn’t much trust herself being alone with him too terribly long. No, she hadn’t slept with him. Ella had boundaries and lines, would always insist on being treated with respect. She was a lady, even if she was a deadly one. Eyes scanned to the guards, unsure if she should be displeased with them for allowing Aiden past them to the door, particularly without warning her. One began to approach and she waved him off. She’d deal with them later, closing the door behind him, locking it.

“Very well, eh… spirited debate,” she wasn’t fully certain of the term spirited but wasn’t going to let it show, taking context clues to guess. English wasn’t her first or second language, but she was fluent. Certain idioms or phrases could, at times, elude her. “I said this is a mistake,” she corrected, “We could never work,” but she wanted it – even if she didn’t want to confess such a thing. For the briefest moment, her own gaze scanned to his lips before lifting back to his eyes. “You always look to find trouble, no? We have a saying in Italian… chi gioca col fuoco si cotta,” she paused, clearly translating in her mind for a moment, “It means who plays with fire gets burned.” Not that she was one to talk. She certainly enjoyed her fair share of risky situations, the fact she even let him inside her home was already partly proof of it. A hint of a smile played on her lips, taking only a step towards him, “You think I need you to achieve?” she shook her head, she’d worked hard to be taken seriously in this world, and had been successful. It wasn’t easy. “If we got involved, my father would want to kill you.” The only reason she provided the qualifier was because she could likely stop him.

[savant07]

Aiden smiled, a slow, curve of his lips, and moved closer, closing the remaining distance between them with two unhurried steps. The air thickened, charged with an almost visible energy. “Worried about me, Ella?” His voice, a low rumble, seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards. He reached out, his fingers brushing the fine silk of her dress, a fleeting, feather-light touch. “Or worried about what might happen if you let yourself feel this… possibility?” His eyes, dark as obsidian, held hers, refusing to release their grip. “I see it in your eyes, Ella. The same fire that burns in mine. We’re two sides of the same coin, you and I. Think of the empires we could build, the worlds we could conquer. Not as adversaries, but as… partners.” He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and something uniquely his, something dangerous and intoxicating. “Or perhaps, something more.” His eyes dropped to her lips again, a silent invitation, a promise of forbidden pleasure. “I’ve watched you, Ella. From a distance, in the shadows. I’ve seen the way your mind works, the ruthless efficiency, the brilliant strategies. And I’ve seen the fire beneath that cool exterior. The fire you try so hard to hide.” He lifted a hand, slowly, deliberately, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, the warmth of his touch a brand against her skin. “Imagine, just for a moment, letting that fire burn. Letting it consume us both.”

@luciddream5 #Aiden & Ella

[sostarsick]

WHO: bruna sanz ( late twenties/early thirties, bisexual, she/her, event planner ) WHAT: we only agreed to fake date for convenience but now you’re actually flirting with someone else and i don’t like how it bothers me ( x )WHERE: at a bar or a club or a party idk some crowded location with people OPEN TO: any muse aged 26-34 ◡̈

a slow sip of her drink, but it's just melted ice now - likely dissolved under the fire in her eyes as she watches them across the room, just yucking it up. when they come back her way, she plasters on a smile and reaches for their hand. fingers laced together, vicelike grip around her empty glass. in a tight murmur against their ear, "what the hell was that?"

[savant07]

"that?" his voice, a low rumble, held a hint of amusement. "just an old acquaintance. from my university days. haven't seen her in ages." he took a shot from the tray, the amber liquid disappearing in a single, practiced gulp. his throat worked once, a smooth, effortless motion. he set the empty glass down with a soft clink. he picked up the another shot glass, swirling the liquid. his gaze, steady and direct, fixed on her. a faint smirk played on his lips. "what's wrong? are you… jealous?"

@sostarsick

[luciddream5]

@indiestarter Muse: Ella Moretti, age opt: 25-30 Open to: Males Plot: Her bodyguard, rival family, or, even, someone really good/sweet - anyone that makes sense to where they shouldn't be together. Note: Ella's father is a mafia/mob boss and Ella is following in his footsteps, being groomed to take over for him someday

Ella hadn't been home very long, a home she shared with her twin sister. The pair were quite close. It was getting late, Ella grabbing a quick snack as she gave herself time to wind down from the busy evening. The brunette was nearly always armed, though she kept the weapons hidden on her form. The home itself was well guarded, though inside was quiet, just the two females - Alyssa, her sister, already in her own room, likely fast asleep. The knock at the door surprised her, pulling her gun just in case as she made her way to the door. Seeing him standing there, she sighed, tucking the gun back in its holster at her back and covering it. She opened the door, looking up at him with a shake of the head, "What are you doing here?" her soft accent filled the words, a mix of Italian with a hint of French mingled in it. "I thought we agreed this was a bad idea." Even with her words, though, she did step aside to let him come in, not wanting to have any private conversation with the guards so nearby.

[savant07]

Aiden stood framed by the porch light, a dark silhouette against the inky sky, a faint smile playing on his lips. His tailored suit, a shade darker than the night, seemed to absorb the light. His eyes, even in the dimness, held a glint of something unreadable, a challenge. Aiden moved, a fluid, confident stride that brought him over the threshold. He paused, letting the door click shut behind him, plunging the foyer into a more intimate dimness. His gaze swept the opulent space, taking in the gleaming marble, the soaring ceilings, the muted art. His smile widened, a flash of white teeth. “Agreed? I recall a rather spirited debate, if I’m not mistaken.” He turned, his eyes, dark and assessing, finally settling on her. “And since when have we ever agreed on anything that didn’t involve a mutual desire for a particular territory or a shared disdain for a common enemy?” He straightened, his eyes sweeping over her face, lingering on her lips. “I’m not so sure it’s a bad idea, Ella. This... is simply… exhilarating?” He paused, letting the word hang in the air, a challenge, an invitation. “Imagine what we could achieve, Ella, if we stopped viewing each other as obstacles, and started seeing… possibilities.”

@luciddream5 #rival boss

[savant07]

Aiden smirked, his eyes dropping to her exposed breasts, a flicker of appreciation, of raw masculine hunger, crossing his features. Before he could voice a single thought, her lips crashed into his again. He kissed her back deeply, his hand moving down, cupping one firm breast, his thumb brushing against her already-hardened pink nipple. He shifted, pinning her back against the plush rug on the floor, his weight pressing her down. His mouth left hers, trailing a hot, wet path down her jaw, along the sensitive curve of her neck, then up to her earlobe. He bit it gently, a sharp, teasing nip. "Easy, firecracker," he rasped against her ear, his voice thick with desire, "We've got all night."

@disapprove

[disapprove]

The way he looked at her was enough for Abigail to sigh in pleasure again, her fingertips pushing back his hair while she returned each and every of his kiss. She had waited so long for this moment, this feeling, that she didn't want him to stop. So as he pinned her against the rug and pulled back, Abigail let out a soft a whiny hum - pouting. At the feeling of his lips down her jaw, her neck and then her earlobe, she arched her back and closed her eyes. Her freckled cheeks burned with color as he called her out for being so needy, and she nodded slowly. A tiny giggle left her as he nipped her earlobe, the feeling ticklish. "I'm sorry." - Abigail mumbled with a tiny smile, her fingers reaching out for that chest of his again. She wasn't usually like this at all. Men didn't wow her much, so Abby felt overwhelmed by the immense desire she felt for Aiden. "I don't want you to stop."

[savant07]

He chuckled, a low, husky sound that vibrated through her. His hand continued to stroke her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. “Never apologize for wanting, Abby. Especially not from me.” He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her collarbone. “You’re absolutely breathtaking, you know that? Even covered in soot, stuck in a blizzard. More beautiful than any woman I’ve ever known.” His hands moved, swift and sure, to the waistband of her joggers. He pulled them down, peeling the soft fabric from her hips, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. He paused, his eyes lingering on the curve of her belly, the soft skin of her inner thighs. He pulled her joggers down past her knees, then her ankles, freeing her legs. His gaze raked over her, a slow, appreciative journey. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. He leaned down, his lips finding the soft skin of her inner thigh, just above the lace. He kissed her there, a warm, wet press.

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Aiden’s breath hitched, a low guttural sound that vibrated through her. Her touch on his skin felt like a brand, searing away the last vestiges of restraint. Her words were a direct command, a release. He leaned in, his lips crashing against hers with a raw hunger that stole her breath. His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting of the whiskey they’d shared and something wilder, deeper. He nipped at her lower lip, a sharp, pleasurable sting, then plunged his tongue into her mouth, a swift, possessive invasion. He sucked at her tongue, drawing it deeper, tasting every part of her. His hand anchored her neck, tightening, pulling her head back slightly, deepening the kiss, forcing her to meet his intensity. The other hand, around her hips, pressed her down, molding her against his hard arousal, still sheathed in denim. A low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire.

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Abigail let out a soft gasp as Aiden's lips touched hers. A shiver ran down her spine and a pleasuring moan passed her plump lips while her nails dug in his skin. Her entire body felt like it were on fire as she was tasting him for the first time ever, their lips and tongues meeting and dancing together like they'd done this already so many times together. She was melting away into his grip, whining softly as he grabbed her throat. A tiny smile spread her ever so innocent features. It wasn't just a cheeky smile, it had so much more desire and hunger laying underneath. Her hands trailed up to cup his cheeks, then move up through his dark locks to push through them while she was riding into his lap. Abigail only pulled back to catch her breath for a few seconds, leaning back to pull the sweater from her body to reveal her round and perky breasts. Already, her desperate hands reached for Aiden's face again to crash her lips onto his another time. All she could think of was having and getting more of him,

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Aiden smirked, his eyes dropping to her exposed breasts, a flicker of appreciation, of raw masculine hunger, crossing his features. Before he could voice a single thought, her lips crashed into his again. He kissed her back deeply, his hand moving down, cupping one firm breast, his thumb brushing against her already-hardened pink nipple. He shifted, pinning her back against the plush rug on the floor, his weight pressing her down. His mouth left hers, trailing a hot, wet path down her jaw, along the sensitive curve of her neck, then up to her earlobe. He bit it gently, a sharp, teasing nip. "Easy, firecracker," he rasped against her ear, his voice thick with desire, "We've got all night."

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Aiden’s eyes glinted, a spark of triumph mingling with something far deeper, far more predatory. He leaned forward, closing the small distance between them, his scent—whiskey, woodsmoke, and something uniquely him—enveloping her. “Happy, Abby? That’s an understatement.” His voice was a low rumble, a purr against the storm’s roar. He took the bottle from her unresisting fingers, setting it carefully aside. “Thank you. For your honesty. It suits you. Far more than that ridiculous pretense of indifference.” He paused, his gaze dropping to her mouth, then lower, tracing the curve of her throat, the swell of her chest beneath the blanket. “But honesty isn’t enough, not now. Not after that.” His fingers went to the hem of his heavy wool shirt, a deliberate, slow movement. The fabric stretched, then gave way, revealing a sliver of taut skin, a glimpse of the hard lines of his abdomen. “You’ve imagined my hands on you. My body beneath you. My taste. My sounds.” He pulled the shirt up and over his head, a fluid motion that showcased the sculpted power of his shoulders, the ripple of muscle across his chest. The fire caught the sheen of sweat on his skin, highlighting the sharp angles of his collarbones. He tossed the shirt carelessly behind him. “Now, Abby. Act on it. Or I will.” He moved closer, not rushing, but with an inevitability.

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Abigail was patiently watching, mouth parting at the way he was staring back at her. She was too weak, feeling how her mouth watered at the sight of him taking off his top. The dark blonde was shifting a little closer, eyes trailing down to his shoulders, then his chest. "My God, Aiden-" She breathed out softly, head shaking once again. Act on it. Those were the three words she needed to hear for her to carefully slip into his lap, straddling his waist. Abigail let go of the blanket around her and moved her hands down to his chest, exploring his skin. "Fuck, you're so hot, I just-" She was rolling her hips, desperate to feel him while she sat in her joggers and a sweater. A soft and desperate whine let her as she rolled her hips again, fingertips tracing down to his stomach. "I really want you to kiss me now."

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Aiden’s breath hitched, a low guttural sound that vibrated through her. Her touch on his skin felt like a brand, searing away the last vestiges of restraint. Her words were a direct command, a release. He leaned in, his lips crashing against hers with a raw hunger that stole her breath. His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting of the whiskey they’d shared and something wilder, deeper. He nipped at her lower lip, a sharp, pleasurable sting, then plunged his tongue into her mouth, a swift, possessive invasion. He sucked at her tongue, drawing it deeper, tasting every part of her. His hand anchored her neck, tightening, pulling her head back slightly, deepening the kiss, forcing her to meet his intensity. The other hand, around her hips, pressed her down, molding her against his hard arousal, still sheathed in denim. A low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire.

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Aiden chuckled, a low, husky sound that vibrated through the quiet room. He leaned back slightly, giving her space but not breaking the intense gaze. His eyes scanned her face, lingering on the soft curve of her lips, the faint tremble in her lower one. “Not fair?” he asked, his voice a silken whisper, “And what, pray tell, is fair about the way you look at me sometimes? Like you want to devour me whole, like you’re tasting me with your eyes before you even touch me?” He reached out, his hand moving slowly, deliberately, until his thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth, tracing the faint wetness left by the whiskey. His gaze dropped from her lips to her chest, where the blanket was clutched tight, betraying the rapid rise and fall of her breath. “I’ve imagined more than just my fingers in your hair, Abby. I’ve pictured them trailing down your spine, feeling the shiver that runs through you when I whisper your name against your ear. I’ve imagined peeling that blanket from your shoulders, inch by slow inch, revealing every freckle, every curve.” He paused “Your turn”

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"I don't even look at you like that, I have no idea what you're talking about." The dark blonde defended, head shaking several times. Her entire body froze when his thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth, and Abigail couldn't help the soft sigh that escaped her throat a the touch. The longer they played this stupid game and the more sips she was taking, the harder it became to keep her distance. As he spoke of what he imagined, she arched her back - as if she could feel his fingers down her spine. Abigail pressed her lips together tightly, then ended up biting down her lower lip. She didn't want to say stupid things, because she could see how much he was enjoying the way she was slowly but surely losing whatever willpower she had left. "I've imagined your hands on me." She started quietly, eyes trailing down to his and the way they were curled around the bottle. "Your hands around my throat, your thumbs running along my nipples as you make me tremble and whisper your name." Abigail blushed heavily now, peeking up at him. "And I've always wondered what you looked like underneath all that, how you taste and what sounds you'll make if I sit on top of you." She let out a soft, breathy laugh while reaching for the bottle again, her head tilting aside. "Are you happy now, Aiden?"

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Aiden’s eyes glinted, a spark of triumph mingling with something far deeper, far more predatory. He leaned forward, closing the small distance between them, his scent—whiskey, woodsmoke, and something uniquely him—enveloping her. “Happy, Abby? That’s an understatement.” His voice was a low rumble, a purr against the storm’s roar. He took the bottle from her unresisting fingers, setting it carefully aside. “Thank you. For your honesty. It suits you. Far more than that ridiculous pretense of indifference.” He paused, his gaze dropping to her mouth, then lower, tracing the curve of her throat, the swell of her chest beneath the blanket. “But honesty isn’t enough, not now. Not after that.” His fingers went to the hem of his heavy wool shirt, a deliberate, slow movement. The fabric stretched, then gave way, revealing a sliver of taut skin, a glimpse of the hard lines of his abdomen. “You’ve imagined my hands on you. My body beneath you. My taste. My sounds.” He pulled the shirt up and over his head, a fluid motion that showcased the sculpted power of his shoulders, the ripple of muscle across his chest. The fire caught the sheen of sweat on his skin, highlighting the sharp angles of his collarbones. He tossed the shirt carelessly behind him. “Now, Abby. Act on it. Or I will.” He moved closer, not rushing, but with an inevitability.

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Aiden sat silently for a second. The fire cast long, dancing shadows across his chiseled features, making him look both formidable and strangely soft. He raised the bottle to his lips, a slow, deliberate tilt, and took a measured sip, his eyes never leaving hers. The whiskey glinted, catching the light as it vanished down his throat. He lowered the bottle, a faint smile playing on his lips, a predatory glint entering his eyes. “Never have I ever considered just making out with my step-sister.” His voice, a low rumble, wrapped around her, “Especially not when she’s looking at me like that, all flushed and biting her lip, making me wonder just how much she’s thought about it.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, closing the distance between them. “But since we’re being honest, and you’ve opened that particular door, I’m curious. How far have those thoughts gone, Abby? Have you ever imagined my tongue tracing the curve of your neck, or my fingers tangled in that fiery hair of yours?”

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As Aiden not only confessed but also added that he´d been thinking about doing more than just making out with her, Abigail felt like all the oxygen was being sucked out of her body. The color on her cheeks only darkened and she tightly curled the blanket around her as if to shield herself, knowing that if she'd let her hands slip she would not be able to stop herself. "I opened that door? You started this game." - The dark blonde mumbled back with a little shake of her head. She watched him lean in and didn't move, eyes lingering on that face she'd fantasized sitting on, multiple times. His words didn't really help her, as Abigail really did try to distract herself from her thoughts. Eyes focused on one of his eyes to the other before she lowered her gaze to the floor, knees tightly pressed together to fight the warmth between her thighs. "What does it matter anyways? It's pretty sick and it should be disgusting." But it wasn't which was why it frustrated her so much. Abby glanced over at Aiden again and grabbed the bottle from him, taking a sip. A silent confession. She whined softly at the taste, definitely not enjoying the taste, no matter how many sips she took. After a soft cough, Abby ran her fingertips along her plump lips. "You're making me imagine all of that right now and that's not fair." She once again took a sip, pulling a face as the liquor burned down her throat. "Because I can't stop thinking about it, us, when you're around."

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Aiden chuckled, a low, husky sound that vibrated through the quiet room. He leaned back slightly, giving her space but not breaking the intense gaze. His eyes scanned her face, lingering on the soft curve of her lips, the faint tremble in her lower one. “Not fair?” he asked, his voice a silken whisper, “And what, pray tell, is fair about the way you look at me sometimes? Like you want to devour me whole, like you’re tasting me with your eyes before you even touch me?” He reached out, his hand moving slowly, deliberately, until his thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth, tracing the faint wetness left by the whiskey. His gaze dropped from her lips to her chest, where the blanket was clutched tight, betraying the rapid rise and fall of her breath. “I’ve imagined more than just my fingers in your hair, Abby. I’ve pictured them trailing down your spine, feeling the shiver that runs through you when I whisper your name against your ear. I’ve imagined peeling that blanket from your shoulders, inch by slow inch, revealing every freckle, every curve.” He paused “Your turn”

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plot. y/m is abigail's step brother and they're stuck together in a cabin during a blizzard.

Never have I ever thought about making out with my step brother. Abigail scoffed right away and shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "You can't be serious." She mumbled, her petite body still shivering even while they sat in front of the fireplace. For a few seconds she said nothing, but she then took the bottle of liquor from his hands and took a big sip, the liquor burning down her throat. With a visible flush on her freckled cheeks, she passed back the bottle and bit onto her lower lip. She right way felt stupid for telling the truth, but it wasn't like she could hide the admiration for the other. "What?" She mumbled softly. "You, then? Never have I ever thought about making out with my step sister." She just prayed that he wouldn't make a fool out of her for fantasizing about it.

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Aiden sat silently for a second. The fire cast long, dancing shadows across his chiseled features, making him look both formidable and strangely soft. He raised the bottle to his lips, a slow, deliberate tilt, and took a measured sip, his eyes never leaving hers. The whiskey glinted, catching the light as it vanished down his throat. He lowered the bottle, a faint smile playing on his lips, a predatory glint entering his eyes. “Never have I ever considered just making out with my step-sister.” His voice, a low rumble, wrapped around her, “Especially not when she’s looking at me like that, all flushed and biting her lip, making me wonder just how much she’s thought about it.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, closing the distance between them. “But since we’re being honest, and you’ve opened that particular door, I’m curious. How far have those thoughts gone, Abby? Have you ever imagined my tongue tracing the curve of your neck, or my fingers tangled in that fiery hair of yours?”

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