[F4M] Dorky Black Shortstack With A Love For Badly Behaving Men~! | Both Modern & Fantasy Ideas Inside! Detailed, long-term ideal!

It's cliché, I know... But can you blame a dork for writing about the one fantasy she can't have?

The taboo and forbidden nature of this style of story is the major draw for me—I love characters doing something that's just a straight-up bad idea! The second aspect of this is I love this trope in stories (yes, steamy ones too~) for how the characters interact (that push and pull, that heated closeness, the way the dork's lewd mind is read by someone ready to match her freak~!) and the third is the potential to couple all this with lore/story to truly piece all these aspects together for a comprehensive, descriptive, and potentially long-term collaboration!

Basically, I've written example posts for all concepts, each with a summary of the idea. Feel free to suggest changes! All prompts can be written using the original or something entirely fresh! Open to further plotting, or just winging the whole thing for a fun time!

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Plot Concept 1: Dork & Don!

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Well.

"Mmphlucckk!"

This wasn't the way an interrogation was meant to end. Screw any concern for the law, she was pretty damn sure evidence of tonight was enough to have her blocked from every division in the country.

The heat of her mouth was a wet welcome between her full lips, glasses tilted across her nose as her gaze flickered up at the man. All the refinement of suit and tie couldn't make the scene that unraveled between his legs any manner of professional.

A detective out for his own heart, perhaps.

Pop.

Slowly, those full lips eased from around his cock. Drool collected along the corner of her mouth; her attention shifted away. She heard the weighty click of her own heart, and the back of her hand wiped across her mouth.

How did this even happen?

She wasn't down to her underwear, but it was quite close. Her shirt was unbuttoned to the belly, tits cupped in a black lace bra that demanded more attention than it got. Her skin, a deep chestnut, glistened with freshly beaded sweat under the amber of the lamplight. Worse, the skirt she'd so carefully ironed out that very morning was bunched up over her plump ass, wrinkled.

"Fuck..." She bit her bottom lip. "We can't keep doing this... My boss—" She groaned. "Your boss—You're his secondhand, for fucks sake... He'll kill you, then finish me off with some low-tier..." Her voice trailed off. She slowly eased from her knee, right into his lap.

"Goons... Fuck, you've... You're hard?" She pressed her ass against his cock, and began a slow, steady grind against him. She curled her polished nails into his shirt, her gaze shifted between his face and the cock nudged between her cheeks.

"This still isn't... A good idea."

Summary: Dorky detective is comically bad at the biggest rule of the job: don't fuck the criminals. This is only combated by the second-worst person at the job, the mafia boss's second hand, who slept with the law in return. That balances out, right?

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Plot Concept 2: Street Racing!

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"Something's been on my mind as of lately..." She shuffled in the passenger seat, bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she debated a way to get the words out and into the air.

The relationship was still relatively young, though, to be honest, rather unconventional. Everyone knew that she was a bit more reserved than anyone he brought around them all before. That fact was only emphasized when she learned about his history with women.

Specifically... Their sexual boldness.

Life in the underbelly of the larger city was that way, though. The culture counters the normalcy and blends the fun of music with the freedom of fast cars and sexually liberated women.

She was never that, but her keen interest in lifestyles brought her into the fold and deepened her interests. She didn't need to be...

"Can we have sex in your car?"

Well, then.

"I mean... So, I looked into it, and if I bring a specific type of cleanser, it should be easy to remove any accidental stains from the material. I could bring a towel for backup, and maybe a few napkins to keep around in case we have to clean up?"

Envy was a bitch, but it apparently did bring a few benefits. Ever since she learned about these past girlfriends, she'd been shifty. All that time on that laptop of hers, and he'd only considered that she must've been busy with work.

Not... Research.

Summary: Thinking a goodie-two-shoes nerd ends up in a relationship with a delinquent man who races and sells cars (legally, sometimes...) with a bit of a reputation for his fast life. It'll involve some story around a bit of light cuckqueening, criminal background, and, for a fun flair, I think she'll be the daughter of the local police chief~? Lots of drama to be had.

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Plot Concept 3: Sincerely, Your Indebted

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There was a severe lack of sex involved in the discovery of the debt her her father left behind with the local Mafia.

Though it was true that it would've been deeply inconvenient to be plucked from her humble apartment and endless job hunting to be served up on a silver platter as some sort of sex servant to a dominant don... It wouldn't have necessarily been worse than being so deep in the debt pool that the pay for her botanical skillset would be so near the minimum wage of the city.

The world was supposed to be her oyster after graduation, you know?

Very least... The expectations were quite repetitive after a while. They wanted to experiment with their supply, and she only needed to do as they demanded. Unlike academia and industry, there wasn't any need for the endless sea of meetings, either.

That was... Nice, she supposed.

She only saw the Don's right hand every other day, for a quick check-in and update. The conversation was well received, given the isolation of the work she did. Everything was to be kept under lock and key, and all that.

Oh.

An additional detail.

There weren't really any formal workplace policies about sex between co-workers, either....

Summary: The fresh-faced graduate might've escaped one debt, but she's been flung right into another! Indebted, she's stuck at a rather unconventional job as she develops a relationship with a bad idea. It's similar to the above plots, just felt it deserved a briefing.

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Plot Concept 4: An A for A D!

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Summary: A newly hired professor is ready to begin the journey of her greatest passion... Though, is immediately blackmailed by a ill-behaving student (for this, thinking a rich student with too many resources to spend at a wealthy University, or a student who typically doesn't do well but is pushed to finish college or be cut off), and she's not even tenured yet!

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Strictly Fantasy/Period Plotlines Below!

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Plot Concept 1: All's Fair in Love & Fuckin' Warlords

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The critical period was over.

She sighed. Relieved. Nervous. She didn't know which emotion was primary in that moment, but she knew the man would survive his injuries.

And by extension... Her, too. Regardless of how figuratively that was.

"You shouldn't turn your body that much." He began to stir, and she crawled her way back to his side. Tonight was perhaps the most vulnerable the man had ever been in his life, whilst under the care of such an unfamiliar face. Stripped to nothing, every weapon discarded save for his fist. Bandage after bandage was wrapped around his body, every cut, bruise, and wound covered with a balm and tender, attentive care.

"I'm a medic. I do you no harm." She plucked a discarded blanket from beside him. Must've slipped off when he moved the first time?

"Oh..." She let her attention wander to him. When the professional veil was dropped, it was easy to see the appeal of a man who'd worked with his body.

But... That was improper. Strictly clinical.

She pulled the blanket back over his body. "I figure you must be about with your own questions, or perhaps... More keen to choke the answers out of me?" Not that she would've minded that part. "I'd like to assure you neither need to be forced. You are away from your men and your horses, but... It would be simple to help you back, if you could provide me with a bit of something as well? I've needs... Places to be, places you've the reputation to travel through."

And so, the tougher part.

"It's... It's not a threat—To be clear." Unless that threat ended in ways most favorable for the cunt.

Gods. Her mind was perverted, wasn't it?

Summary: Dorky medic meets hardened warlord, and you know "exactly" how that's going to end. The constant fight. The pressure of reputation. The vigor of war. Hard, rough, primitive sex of the filthiest order~! RAH!

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Plot Concept 2: The Vampiric Waltz

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Summary: My vampire prompts are so insanely unpopular that this is here for the hopes and dreams aspect of it. A sort of pity prompt, if you will. Inquire more or suggest ideas. Mainly seeking a disgruntled, grumpy vampire.

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Plot Concept 3: Demonic Rite of The Lonely

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Every dork reaches that point, at least once in their life, where they need someone to release all the pent-up frustration. In the modern age, there would appear to be an endless number of ways to do that!

Somehow.

Someway.

The danger for that simply isn't enough. The craving for more is inevitable. And there is no length a dork wouldn't go to fulfill an unconventional fantasy, so cue the demonic circle! This dork is going straight down under to seek her thrill, and all expenses must be paid... In cum. Insanity, insatiable amounts of cum.

Summary: Dork summons sex demon... Oh! To help her with her life problems, from friends to family suggesting she'll die single and alone--well, she can certainly fake it with a handsome hunk of pure sensual evil~!