bakerstreet | It's Taboo Thursday, folks!

It's Taboo Thursday, folks!

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 being ostracized 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?

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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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Edited 2016-06-23 17:15 (UTC)

( ooc: open to all prompts except nonconsensual. )

[No Malfoys, other family members okay (he's related to like half the wizarding world in some way or another anyway). No bestiality, fertile or noncon. Open to timetravel/cross-canon shenanigans.]

[ The 'a' is for anyone and anything. ]

[Care for a (space) pirate? Could definitely be in public (either on her ship or in port) and maybe have aspects of authority if he's crash-landed on her world and in competition with her. Maybe some aspects of domination, also--not that he's submissive, but he does like someone willful and cheeky who makes him work for it.]

[ no incest, bestiality or non-con (though dub-con is okay). ]

[ CW: arachnaphobia

Up for most things except noncon. Looking for someone who can top a sarcastic badass mercenary spider alien. Deets on journal. ]

(( OOC: Hello there! I was thinking it'd be fun to try out bondage on her anatomy, maybe with some suspension. If you're interested and want to throw in anything else, I'm more than happy to put a starter together. ))

[ Oh, interesting character! A+ on bondage/suspension, although I wonder how Kishin and Stalk will work together? If he ever starts getting unstable she's gonna split.

Also I haven't played her as sub before so pardon if I struggle trying to find her voice. ]

(( Not a problem! He actually has a history of behaving for the love of a spider lady, so I thought I'd work that into my starter. Let me know if this works for you. ))

It had started as just a lot of business. Asura was a recluse who needed a great deal of strange things done and people killed. Even though he was exceptionally good at it, he didn't want to be running all over the universe doing it himself. He was a pretty ancient being during his most recent hibernation, his stuff had been scattered all over by people plundering his 'tomb'. The Stalk had been hired to retrieve them, time and time again.

Every time she'd come back with some exotic and bizarre item of his, there'd been a little less business and a little more flirting. Somehow she calmed him down, the sarcastic irreverence she had making he himself worry less about things and act vastly less... erratically. He was still unpredictable and spontaneous, but not to the extent of screaming his head off mid-sentence. It made for an interesting relationship, really, now they were going steady.

So when she came back to homebase on his private meteor home streaking through space on unforeseeable routes with the latest acquisition, it was a roll of the dice if he was going to act like a love struck puppy, get unusually shy or take charge without hesitation. Question answered this time when on arrival, Asura immediately popped up out of nowhere was he wont to do (several comments had been made about needing to stick a bell on him already) to firmly kiss her, two handfuls of hair to hold her by and a growl of primal joy.

"Missed you," he purred when he broke off, apparently not concerned with the eldritch artificial she'd recovered yet. He just really wanted to get his hands on her.

"Did you, now?" The Stalk didn't mind. The interactions with Kishin were almost as good as the pay. Almost. But she knew he was good for it, so no rush.

She reached out to grab at his clothes and pull him in for another one of those kisses, because she was quite fond of that.

There was no resistance to her pull, every eager to be closer to her. His tongue was quite impressive- flexible and large, he coiled it around her own like a corkscrew, sucking on hers with a messy slurping. The unmistakable hunger for her radiated from him, followed shortly by his version of extra arms. Silky prehensile scarves sliding out to wrap their small square fingers around a pair of her hands, squeezing tightly and affectionately whilst his two more more hands continued to hold The Stalk's hair, tugging on it a bit to guide the kiss. Seemed today he wanted to be the boss, so long as she'd let him.

He really hoped she made him work for it, though.

The Stalk kind of liked in-charge Kishin, despite some very-justified fear of him. The man- the god? Was powerful, and not just in one kind of way, based on his wealth and these ancient artifacts. She'd done research on him, everything she could find. Most of it was absurd and ridiculous and wreathed in myth and legend, but from what she'd seen all of it may very well be true. It was terrifying.

And very, very hot.

"And why are we feeling so frisky today? Don't you have an army of undead slavegirls to fuck in my stead?"

Her eyes half-lidded. She love having her hair pulled.

Most of it was certainly true, especially the most unbelievable. Some of it was exaggerated and most of it wasn't the whole story- of course, he was a horror that had terrorised many a time and place but he wasn't that all the time. How could he be? He was an embodiment of change and the unforeseen, commonly called madness. He was never anything all the time.

So sometimes he happy to set aside grand goals and, for example, spend a lot of time banging a girlfriend. He couldn't resist. He really liked her eyes- all of them.

"Not until you get back my Necronomicon." If he was serious or not was impossible to tell from the soft tone he spoke in. Her hair got tugged a little more to tilt her head, allowing him access to her neck. Mostly kisses, but a number of quick bites too. A master of multitasking, his scarves seemed to just keep multiplying, sidling around her body smoother than possible of any natural material.

A set pulled taut without warning to whip her foremost set of legs together between them, tied together. A soft start to them get a feel for where this was clearly going. Bondage was a new one together, so it was a matter of working out what was a) okay b) not okay and c) okay but fun to have a pretend edge of not okay. "But we can practice the slavegirl routine if you like."

She pulled against the scarves, but it was a token resistance. It wasn't often that she had lovers who had as many hands as she did. She gasped, as much from the bondage as from his mouth on her neck.

"Then it sounds like we'll have a party when I do..."

She reached out to grab his hair with one of her few free hands, aiming to tip the control back in her favor - at least until he could wrench it back.

"Mmmm... I'm picturing you, dressed in gold..." He allowed himself to be pulled away from her neck, though only with some of her skin caught between his teeth to ensure it had a pleasantly reluctant feel, like he couldn't bare to be away from her body. "Sitting on a throne made of women..."

He took back his control extremely quickly by backing off entirely, until the scarf that bound her legs together was taut. Leading her along like a prisoner or pet, walking backwards as he drew her deeper into his lair, decorated with an eye motif that always felt like the walls were watching. "I think I'd watch, first. As they worshipped you like you deserve."

A pair of his extra hands undid her skirt to let it fall away as he lead her on.

"I like gold..."

She gasped as he pulled her limbs together, leaving just two hands free to walk.

"...and women."

She was getting warm, and she shivered as her dress was slipped off, not from the cold but the vulnerability. This was dangerous. In this state he could do whatever he wanted to her. Her survival instinct was screaming at her, and her heart was beating a million miles a second.

Underneath her dress was a leather harness, bedecked with weapons.

"I know what you like."

That was said with a smile and a sudden stop, leaning in without warning to plant a quick peck onto her lips. Right before the floor under her gave way, one of the tomb's old traps repaired purely for playing Stalk like that, his scarves whipping about to weave, appropriately, a web about her to support her weight. Most of it wound about her limbs pulling most of them out spreadeagled- or whatever the equivalent phrase was for her anatomy, though he left one hand free. Relatively free at least, tied to her torso in such a way that her hand could only reach her epigyne. A few quick loops around her opisthosoma top, squeezing lightly.

Asura himself floated weightlessly, the lack of floor no hindrance at all.

"Maybe better than you do."

He placed a cool skinned hand against her chest, playing with a breast with the confident demeanour of a man in total control, moulding it to make it all the easier to fit into his mouth for a firm suck released with a quiet pop.