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See more . can be role reversed click to view plots more in-depth . SHH KIDNAP MURDER OBSESSION STOCKHOLM SYNDROME dancer client open closed change - deftones Once a client, always a client, and now forever her only client. A regular at AURORA LIGHTS finally gets the chance to meet his favorite dancer- the one he'd been obsessing over for months. He knew everything about her. He knew what scent she wore just from her passing. He knew what time she'd start work. He knew what direction she took her Uber to go home. She never drove- A princess. His princess. His everything. This was important because he'd taken so much time working his way up to becoming a Black Card Member. So much money was put into her... She wasn't just a regular girl to him. She was a work of art. This meant more money for her. This also meant more trash getting in the way of more time with her. Defiling her. Touching her without his permission. SPACE MURDER PSYCHO-HORROR OBSESSION MANIPULATION detective murderer open closed vivian - Oh woe was she. Oh, woe was the woman- the widow who'd lost her husband. Whatever would she do without the love of her life? How was she to go on knowing she wouldn't have him? It was supposed to be love and loyalty forever til death do them part. But he'd been missing for weeks at this point, and she just couldn't fathom the ' til death do us part ' so soon! There was just no way he was dead. He was just missing! It wasn't her fault. There was no way she would ever have been a suspect! She and her husband shared such a sacred companionship. She loved her dear husband with every fiber of her being! There was just no way she could do it. What secrets lie within the walls of her home? Who'd done it? Where had her dear husband gone? What secrets is she willing to share? SPACE HEAVY VIOLENCE CAT MOUSE CHASE NON-CON SEXUALLY-DRIVEN cartel leader runaway open closed the death of peace of mind - bad omens There was no love in this. No matter what he said. She had to keep telling herself this as she ran. As she'd keep running. No matter how badly her thighs burned. No matter the amount of sharp branches that dug themselves into her feet as she ran. No matter how much her chest burned as she ran. She hated him. She hated that no matter where she went or where she hid he always found her. But she knew no one would ever love her like he did. She knew that if she tried at some chance of a normal life it wouldn't be the same. She'd always be on edge. What was the point of running after all...? No she had to keep going. If she slowed down he'd catch her again. She refused to keep letting him win. Refused to keep letting him do what he wanted with her. 'Keep running. Keep running.' SHH SHH ABUSE KLEPTOMANIA OBSESSION MANIPULATION bonnie clyde open closed shades of cool - lana del ray He chose her. Of all the women he had, he chose her. She was his Bonnie and he her Clyde. So why did she still continue to feel so lonely? So Blue? Why was every day still in black in white? No matter the abuse, no matter the abandonment, no matter the manipulation, she stays. No matter how many times he'd left her for months at a time, she stayed true to him. This plot still needs a little bit of work so if you're open to brainstorming with me and fleshing this one out a bit more, lets get it! Violet in the youth of primy nature. Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, the perfume and suppliance of a minute Violet in the youth of primy nature. Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, the perfume and suppliance of a minute SPACE - VIOLENCE HYBRISTAPHILIA DRUG USE MANIPULATION therapist patientmurderer open closed this is a trick - There was something intriguing, complex, almost provocative in the way his mind worked. Our conversations were always short, always him laughing as if no one ever understood him. He wasn't the standard patient that hated everything, was misunderstood, that wanted to just fucking things up because he felt like it. He manipulated me , and molded me to his ideologies. I understood, but I knew it was wrong... The way he greeted me the same exact way when he'd come for his session, Hey pretty princess. always sarcastic, always handcuffed, and always with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. The way he picked at the skin on the corner of his thumb, the way he'd look up from his hands and smile- a frigid, frightening smile. Always staring... How was I supposed to help him when I was finding myself more involved with him than I was supposed to be? SPACE THEME THEME THEME THEME pairing pairing open closed - artist Best safety lies in fear. A violet in the youth of primy nature. Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, the perfume and suppliance of a minute No more. No more. No more. Best safety lies in fear. Best safety lies in fear. If he says he loves you. If he says he loves you. If he says he loves you. Perhaps he loves you now. Best safety lies in fear. Best safety lies in fear. A violet in the youth of primy nature. Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, the perfume and suppliance of a minute No more. No more. No more. Best safety lies in fear. Best safety lies in fear. No more. No more. No more. Best safety lies in fear. Best safety lies in fear. Best safety lies in fear. Best safety lies in fear. No more. No more. No more. Best safety lies in fear. Best safety lies in fear. Best safety lies in fear. SHH See more can be role reversed click to view plots more in-depth . SHH SECRET RELATIONSHIP SEXUALLY-DRIVEN FAMILY DRAMA VANILLA THEMES college professor student open taken alone with you - alina baraz In a sea of students within the walls of this lecture hall, he was one to follow my gaze. To follow every movement I made. His eyes danced with my form. I felt it. Every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday... for 2 hours. Never once did he look at me as if I was boring or monotonous. Like he couldn't stand me. He was the spec of color to the dull life I'd led up til. He was the color in the sea of gray students. His eyes like liquid gold, his smile when he'd caught me looking for the 30th time like warm rays caressing me. Like warmth that filled my heart and soul with every hungry gaze. He looked at me... as if I was the sun rising for him every morning. Never once did he look at us as if we were just teacher and student. That was the problem. That's just what we were. I, just a university professor, and he, just one of my many students. When I had decided to teach a summer course, I never intended for it to end up this way. Not with him, and not with how intentional his feelings for me were. SPACE 1073 ROMANTIC SEXUALLY-DRIVEN SCANDAL VANILLA THEMES author resort owner open taken promise me - marg Writers were supposed to be in love with their work and their writing. They were supposed to love the fantasy of the men they wrote about. Never to actually experience it. Never to especially fall for the resort owner of the hotel she's supposed to have her book signing at. Writers weren't supposed to stray from actual work and write side fantasies about a gorgeous, resort owner ripping her clothes off and taking her right there. Or short side stories about steamy romantic sessions with the two of them hidden away in his office, the door unlocked and risking someone coming in as he made passionate love to her. Never! Deadlines were important, Writers were only supposed to stress over deadlines and their managers crying about missing deadlines. The biggest rule writers were never to break If an author went under a pseudonym, they were to NEVER reveal themselves to anyone. Even to a gorgeous, five-star resort owner. SPACE SECRET RELATIONSHIP SEXUALLY-DRIVEN AFFAIRS LIGHT BDSM ceo assistant open closed flawless - the neighborhood This was not the type of relationship anyone was supposed to involve themselves in. The job itself was already so intrusive, to begin with. Knowing his schedule, his meetings, his wife, his kids, having dinner with them, and now thinking about him pinning me up against a wall and taking it. Let alone, with the man who's employed you. We couldn't stop ourselves though. Who even had the time to think about that? The attraction was there and it was stronger than our will to know the whole encounter was wrong. But it was so good. He was so good- too good. He knew exactly where to touch and when. Never had my body had such chemistry with someone before. He was brimming with power, but most of all there was no way he could lie to himself and say there wasn't a hunger for me. It started off innocent. Then glances that had us undressing each other with our eyes Then it grew... and then it spiraled. SHH SHH - BETRAYAL SEXUALLY-DRIVEN MILD VIOLENCE VANILLA performer cartel leader open taken thirty three - reaper He was something of a spectacle in our city. Special, in a way where he'd silently just light up any room he entered without saying a word. Everyone knew him, loved and adored him. Despite it all, he was still dangerous and everyone knew it. This was his night club and I was just his intruding little songstress that sing my pretty little heart away night after night. I knew he kept tabs on me. It'd be foolish not to. A new woman moving into town, not a soul knowing her? He watched for me, waited on me. If it wasn't him personally in the shadows, it was one of his men. I was here for a reason he didn't know yet. We had unfinished business that he didn't even know he was involved in. He was owed an apology he didn't know he needed. How was I to apologize when he'd kissed me so tenderly that night? How was he to forgive me when I'd done something so wrong? SPACE - SECRET RELATIONSHIP SEXUALLY-DRIVEN MILD VIOLENCE cartel leader cartel leader open closed crawl - tender Plot Pending . . . Writers were supposed to be in love with their work and their writing. They were supposed to love the fantasy of the men they wrote about. Never to actually experience it. Never to especially fall for the resort owner of the hotel she's supposed to have her book signing at. Writers weren't supposed to stray from actual work and write side fantasies about a gorgeous, resort owner ripping her clothes off and taking her right there. Or short side stories about steamy romantic sessions with the two of them hidden away in his office, the door unlocked and risking someone coming in as he made passionate love to her. Never! Deadlines were important, Writers were only supposed to stress over deadlines and their managers crying about missing deadlines. The biggest rule writers were never to break If an author went under a pseudonym, they were to NEVER reveal themselves to anyone. Even to a gorgeous, five-star resort owner. SPACE SECRET RELATIONSHIP SEXUALLY-DRIVEN AFFAIRS LIGHT BDSM ceo assistant open closed flawless - the neighborhood This was not the type of relationship anyone was supposed to involve themselves in. The job itself was already so intrusive, to begin with. Knowing his schedule, his meetings, his wife, his kids, having dinner with them, and now thinking about him pinning me up against a wall and taking it. Let alone, with the man who's employed you. We couldn't stop ourselves though. Who even had the time to think about that? The attraction was there and it was stronger than our will to know the whole encounter was wrong. But it was so good. He was so good- too good. He knew exactly where to touch and when. Never had my body had such chemistry with someone before. He was brimming with power, but most of all there was no way he could lie to himself and say there wasn't a hunger for me. It started off innocent. Then glances that had us undressing each other with our eyes Then it grew... and then it spiraled. SHH Last edited Oct 26, 2023