Dunesday will never be taboo to me

TABOO meme

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

How to Play

- Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to include what you want and what you DON'T WANT. Blank comments are fine; info is even better!
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- Be fun and respect others, as this will deal with some heavy topics and potentially triggering material s.

Prompts

A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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[ Any Pietros (Evo/MCU) or Visions (MCU) out there? ]

[No dub/noncon, incest or beast.]

[Teacher/Student, Authority, or Duties. Might be willing to explore Corruption & Noncon, though he'd have to be on the receiving end of it.]

[Good with most prompts, hard no on Stockholm, Violent, Fertile, Loose, and Bestiality. Given his canon, Social Class, Duties, and Incest aren't out of the question in terms of prompts that would work best with him.]

[Fave prompts for this girl are Student/Teacher (or student/tutor), Incest, Size Difference (she's 4'8), and Corruption (receiving.)]

[Proooobably Authority or Student/Teacher, with a sprinkling of Public?]

[Mostly interested in violence. Although probably some would disapprove of a relationship with a murderous ghost.]

[if you're okay with a shaky/voicetesting lqq i am perfectly okay with violence]

[I am more than okay with a voicetesting lqq!]

[he'd become a cynical youth, driven by revenge and the desire to bring justice to his family. while this was a noble cause, the way Lang Qianqiu was acting out about it was not. he knew he had become jaded, misguided. no longer was he the sunny and oblivious prince of Yong'an. now, he was slowly becoming a monster.

he was finally able to corner the source of his anger in the woods. though Qi Rong had strung up bodies in an effort to show off his own skills, that was what had led to him being caught. Qianqiu had trekked through the forest, becoming blood-soaked and all the more enraged by the sight of the wrath.

few words were exchanged before Qianqiu threw the first punch. he was aiming right for Qi Rong's pretty and twisted face]

[Qi Rong had been enjoying himself, making a display while making a mess. He was stained with blood, chuckling to himself as he hung yet another body up. That was the moment when Qianqiu appeared. Qi Rong was caught off guard, hardly having any time to react before Qianqiu punched him in the face.]

What the f—

[The blow connected, hard. Qi Rong recoiled and only barely managed to remain standing. In spite of his boasting and self-aggrandizing, Qi Rong was well aware that he was no match for a martial god in a fair fight. Rationally, he should admit defeat. However, he wasn't reacting rationally; he was reacting instinctively, with anger and spite. He lashed out with one hand, fingers curved. His intention was to rake his claws across Qianqiu's face in retaliation.]

[it's difficult to read Qi Rong, the guy is so erratic. studying the way he moves means nothing in the end. at the very least, Lang Qianqiu is able to pull away once claws start to tear through his face. he grits his teeth and goes in for another blow, this time to the gut.

it would be easier to just... cut Qi Rong in half again. but there's something more satisfying (thrilling?) about the way bones and muscles crunch beneath his fist. he doesn't really have the element of surprise on his side anymore, so if the second punch does not land, it's okay. it's not like he's going to quit. he'll just try again.

how is Qi Rong still alive, anyway? okay, he's not alive. he's a ghost, but Qianqiu is amazed that other ghosts haven't come after him by now. maybe that's a good thing, because that just means that Qianqiu can end him himself.

the martial god says nothing for now, just continues to wail on the other with his fists. he wants to beat Qi Rong black and blue before he can scurry away again. this is a dangerous path. beating on someone senselessly is not Qianqiu's style, but he cannot stop. he's far too angry, malice creeping into his bones, creating poison in his belly.

he hates it, but if revenge won't make him feel better, then what will?]

[When Qi Rong manages to land a hit with his claws, he starts to laugh. Unfortunately for him, a moment later Qianqiu lands a punch to his gut, and he wheezes. Once he's caught his breath, he starts laughing again. He does feel amused that he at least managed to make a mark on the martial god.]

You look good like that! I should cut you more often.

[Before he can truly recover, there's another punch, and then another. Qi Rong is hit more often than he can avoid the blows. He doesn't bother asking what it's all about. He knows Qianqiu's history and why he might still want to beat him to a pulp. In spite of the pain, it is amusing him that Qianqiu is at such a low, attacking him relentlessly and shamelessly like this. It's fun when gods act like ghosts. It really shows how they aren't as great as they like to pretend to be.]

I've really got you fucking riled up this time! Are you having fun?

[Dodging erratically, Qi Rong launches another attack, this time a swipe at Qianqiu's arm, followed by a quick attempt at a bite with his sharp teeth. He has no more hope of staging a successful defense, but he's encouraged by his earlier bloodshed. He's not going to lie down and do nothing this time. Even if that might be easier. He's still not thinking rationally.]

[Qianqiu is also not thinking rationally. so, when the bite comes, he is more stunned by it than hurt. he stares at Qi Rong, thinking of him as some kind of animal before he remembers what he is doing.

he reaches back to grip at Qi Rong's hair, trying to yank him off]

Fun? You think this is fun for me?

[admittedly? it is, in an odd way. they're enemies, and Qi Rong brings out the worst in him. but... the bloodlust is burrowing deeper, and Qianqiu's got such a rush from the adrenaline that he's almost shaking and immune to pain. blood-soaked, with scratches on his face, he doesn't look like the proud young princely thing everyone is used to seeing. he looks malicious, like a vengeful ghost, himself.

this was what Xie Lian had been worried about, huh?]

[Qi Rong hadn't fully expected to be successful in his bite, and he's almost taken aback as his teeth sink in. He realizes, he's never bitten a god before. It's different than biting into a human, both in taste and texture. There's a great strength to the skin and arm. Qi Rong nonetheless tries to sink his teeth in deeper, determined, in spite of the pain he's in. Maybe he is like an animal; he doesn't care. He only releases when Qianqiu's grip on his hair is too persistent, jerking back his head wildly.

He opens his mouth and spits out a reply.]

Yes! Why the fuck else are you doing it?! You're crazy! You can't fucking help yourself, is that it?

[The martial god, scratched and stained, doesn't look like his familiar self at all. Qi Rong can tell the difference. He knows what bloodlust is like.]

Admit it!

[when Qi Rong pulls back, General Tai Hua steps back, as well, putting a bit of distance between them. he rubs at his nose with the back of his hand, furious. like a tiger, he begins to circle his prey]

You're calling me crazy? After what you did? You do?!

[he gestures broadly to the forest behind them]

You kill for the sake of killing. And, for what? You're nothing but a lame excuse for a copycat.

[As Qianqiu circles, Qi Rong moves to face him, turning. He doesn't enjoy being circled. It makes him feel even more like the god's prey. He hadn't intended to get caught up in something like this. He was just enjoying himself. He's fairly sure that he's not going to be able to get away, so he doesn't turn and run. Better to face the tiger.]

Me being crazy has nothing to do with you being crazy!

[He practically shouts this before lowering his voice and stating more calmly:]

I'm not crazy. I'm a calamity. I do what I want to do.

[a Calamity is not a Supreme, but Qianqiu keeps his mouth shut. arguing semantics won't quell the thirst for revenge. maybe he is going crazy, but it's Qi Rong who put him on this path.

and that's what he'll think in order to allow himself to sleep at night, he supposes.

Lang Qianqiu suddenly moves in to attack again, still using his fists. but just before he gets to Qi Rong, he ducks and sweeps his leg under him, trying to trip him]

[He's practically a Supreme! At least, in his opinion he is. Others' opinions may vary.

Qi Rong is completely taken off guard by Qianqiu's sudden attack. He wasn't expecting his legs to be knocked out from under him so abruptly, and he falls. At the same time, he strikes out with his own hand, attempting to land a blow of his own in spite of his disadvantaged position, more flailing as he falls than anything else.]

See, you're fucking crazy! You can't stop!

[the blow doesn't stop Qianqiu from coming. he's suddenly leaning over Qi Rong, several inches above his face. he doesn't know what to do now, other than beat him up some more. but from this position, he can't do it. something stops him, probably his own conscience]

I can't!

[he agrees, completely. he can't stop. and that's what breaks Qianqiu for the moment. his voice comes out like a choked sob, and he grits his teeth. he doesn't want to be seen as weak here and now, in front of his enemy. even though he can see himself attacking the ghost without mercy in his mind. it's not like him, his moral compass is skewed. his insides burn like he is filled with poison.

his hand comes to rest on Qi Rong's forehead, palm shoving down forcefully. what is right, what is wrong? revenge, or mercy? which path should he go down? life's not fair, so why should he play nice? his thoughts are so jumbled]

[No bestiality or incest, anything else is fine.]

[Authority is pretty much a given with her. No on bestiality, anything else is fine.]

[mech or human. no bestiality, open to the rest]

[Most interested in Age Difference, Incest, Size, Student/Teacher, or Stockholm. ]

[ Interspecies is a given, but also interested in: Forbidden, In Public, and Size. ]

[OTA. Slight m/m preference. Open to any taboo.]

In a lot of ways life for Angel is right back to where it was before he left the tower. There's work, and Val, and a haze of drugs he's rarely sober enough to make sense of. Of course Val's been enjoying his turn at the top, and safe in the knowledge that Angel has no where to run off to after ditching his friends like he had. The biggest change- Vox's fall from grace. Even with body privileges back Valentino's been ignoring him. It's the longest Angel can recall them staying on the outs, and given what Vox put Angel through he doesn't exactly feel sorry for him.

Work is finally over, and when Angel wanders out of his dressing room Val hasn't bothered to wait for him. He huffs in annoyance, both at Valentino and at himself for caring; tries to tell himself he's just bitter Val didn't leave him the drugs he'd promised him if he made it through his shift. But there's plenty in Val's room. Angel just has to drag himself upstairs and soon he'll be out of it.

With most of the set lights already off, so Vox is just a silhouette below a glowing screen, backlit by the exterior hallway. Somehow, framed like this, he almost seems like a looming figure, even with the spider standing much taller. There's something off about Vox's shape, though. It's not the obnoxiously confident posture and fake screen-ready smile he usually wears around his building..or that he used to. He's more hunched, the red cherry of a cigarette glows between his claws when he never used to smoke in 'public', and his smile is...upsetting.

"Another day, another dozen dicks, eh, Angel?"

He laughs unevenly at his own joke as he walks further into the set, expecting Angel Dust to back up for him by nature, but willing to push him with cables if needed. Meanwhile, a cable zips out behind him to slam the door shut.

"What's yer hurry? Gotta go keep Val's cock warm for him like a good bitch?"

The spider's chest clenches, his own shoulders tight even as he tries to throw up an unbothered mask. It doesn't come as easy as it used to and Angel tries to shut out the mental images of the last time he found himself alone in the dark with Vox (that he remembers at least...can he trust his own memory anymore?).

"Those are amateur numbers," he says, trying to steal the power from Vox's joke by leaning in that much harder, but despite himself he takes a few steps back for every step Vox takes towards him.

"Well you clearly ain't these days, what's the difference?"

Memory is a funny thing. Vox is aware that most people tend to forget their time under his hypnosis. Even the post-hypnotic commands are carried out largely unconsciously. Sometimes he wonders if the mind just recoils and refuses to hold memories of the body acting against its will. What would being locked inside of a body you can't control do the the psyche? Probably better to forget.

"Oh, I'm sure Mr. CEO has extras running a train on you day in and day out. After all, Valentino is artistically creative, but can't think outside of his narrow little lane of filth. Put him at the wheel of the whole corporation and he just ties the whole financial future to how much cum your narrow twink ass can hold."
He knows Val is struggling with how to be 'in charge' and suspects putting more stress and demand on Angel helps him feel better. Maybe it does? Maybe it will make Vox feel better.

He scowls at the taunting and a cable zips across the darkened room to loop around Angel's neck and start tightening.
"Shut your whore mouth!"

Vox walks slowly and casually to close the distance between he and Angel while the cable holds the spider up and drags him closer to Vox at the same pace, until they're only a foot apart. Once there, the grip on Angel pulls him down to be eye-to-eye with Vox.
"Val should have given in and given my body back much sooner! He would have, if you weren't here warming his bed and keeping him distracted all the fucking time! He would have missed me too much to let me suffer that long! And now? Keeping me in the goddamn dog house and treating me like a fucking inconvenience?!"

It's clear that Vox isn't well. His mental state has been deteriorating since his plans to take Heaven fell to pieces and he had the worst public crash out in recent infernal memory. The other Vees thought giving him a body again would help, but he's just been self-destructive, childish, and cruel since realizing that having a body again didn't mean anything else went back to normal. He thought he had served his sentence. If that doesn't earn him forgiveness, then what's the point?

"What the fuck is so goddamn special about you, huh? What can you possibly do better than me?"
One of Vox's big, clawed hands takes hold of Angel's chin and forces the man to face him.
"Are your holes just that good? Enough to keep Val seduced?"
Vox takes a drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke into Angel's face while he stubs the cherry out on the spider's chest.

Ever since learning the truth about the role Vox had him playing at the hotel Angel's found himself recalling fragmented pieces of memories. The guilt is causes has kept him half drowned in what drugs Val will feed him, and it makes it hard to trust which things his mind recalls really happened and which he only imagines. But he knows that deep seeded fear of Vox is well earned.

"You say that like I ain't the biggest money maker Vox Tek eva had when you was runnin' shit either. Didn't mind me lining your pockets then," he bites back, but he regrets the taunts as soon as that cable catches him. He starts wrestling frantically with it, legs kicking as he's hoisted up and eyes squeezing shut instinctively.

He grits his teeth, struggling against that grip that turns his head and squinting at the screen despite his best efforts. There's a strangled scream, and Angel tries to wrench back from that searing pain, hands fighting to push and claw at Vox and his cables.

"Nnn-AAAggh- legGO a me-" he chokes out as he struggles.

Angel will probably never know the full extent of what he was influenced to do or say over the years. Vox is in no hurry to fill in the gaps and he prefers to work privately, so no one else knows.

"See? This is the bullshit I can't stand from you. You really think you're that important? If, God forbid, something BAD happened to you, VoxTek would be fine. Val made you a star. You think you're the only pretty face with a taste for cock?"

In general, Vox prefers not to counter arguments with direct lies. Angel is, in fact, the companies highest earning single employee. The company as a whole, however, has more than enough cash flow to support losing the 'big star'. Vox isn't even particularly fond of the whole porn division. It brings in revenue, so it's...fine. With Val as CEO, however, that branch is taking up far more time, staff, and resources in Vox's opinion.

Additional cables snag Angel Dust's wrists. The upper pair are raised up above Angel's head and then bound together by one cord. The lower pair are similarly bound behind Angel's back.
"Quit fighting! I thought you were a fucking professional!"
He shakes Angel roughly.
"Your Val's favorite. You and Valentino are the new faces of the company I built! WHY?! You're nothing!"

The spider blanches (as much as a white furry demon can), and you'd think with how often this shit happens to him he'd be expecting it, but he seems genuinely caught off guard for Vox to even insinuate he's after that from him. Fuck. He's too sober for this. His struggles weaken as he's wrenched into place a few final futile kicks and twists that fail to do much but tire him out.

"Nnn-" he grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as his head rattles. "Ask fuckin' Val!" he snaps, but he knows Vox isn't looking for a real answer. "Maybe 'cause I didn' try ta blow up all a HELL?"

((OOC: Summoned by the image. A movieverse Alia would be love. No bestiality, interspecies, violent. ))

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Dunesday will never be taboo to me

TABOO meme

How to Play

Prompts

wanda maximoff | x-men: evolution | f/m

duncan idaho | dune

akasha | qotd

Pennywise | IT Franchise | OTA18+

Bob Gray | IT: Welcome to Derry | OTA20+

rogue | x-men: evolution | f/m

Libra Sforza (MBCC Chief) | Path to Nowhere | M/F (18+)

Sylvain Jose Gautier | FE: 3H / Azure Moon Route | OTA, M/F strongly preferred

Aedre Knightly | Original | OC | F/M, 18+

Aoyama Kazuki | Tribe Nine | M/F

Qi Rong | Heaven Official's Blessing | ota

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violent and ???

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Kiara Sessyoin | Fate/Grand Order

Makima | Chainsaw Man

soundwave | transformers idw | ota

etna ❤️ disgaea ❤️ ota

anya 💖 pokemon oc 💖 ota

Vox 📺 Hazbin Hotel 📺 OTA

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NonCon, Class Disparity, Violence, and a little age difference (not that it matters) .... CWs

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Paul Atreides | Dune (Villeneuve trilogy) | M/F