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?
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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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John Watson | Sherlock | OTA
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Yuri Katsuki | Yuri On Ice | OTA
Angela Moss | MR ROBOT | F/M
Nico di Angelo | Heroes of Olympus | m/m
Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m
Richard Winters | Band of Brothers
Leanne | Fire Emblem | M/F
Derek Hale | Teen Wolf | M/M
Peter Hale | Teen Wolf | M/M
Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf | M/M
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Loki | MCU | ota
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Figure skating was a new sport to Leanne, she never knew people could move so beautifully on the ice without slipping and falling. But one particular skater caught her eye and while he may not be the best, there as something about him that she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Using her contacts, she found out his contact information and started to send him message to try and get to know him in order to figure out what about him that makes her watch him. A part of her was lonely so one could imagine her joy when he responded back to her.
Th messaging kept up for a few months before Leanne decided to be bold and brave enough to see him in person. After admitting in a message that she developed a crush on him, she sent him the address to a restaurant as ell as a date and time to meet her at should he wish to meet her in person.
Leanne as wearing her best clothes and jewelry to make the best first impression on him as she sits and waits to see if he will come and if he will return her feelings.
Deadlock | ABC Warriors | OTA
... this is my weakness. I am not sorry.
Starks do not kneel.
It was a mantra all but carved into his bones, alongside the forged iron and equations for death and desolation. He grew up being told pain was nothing, that he was to be everything, that he could not cry or care or bend, for then he was not a Stark.
Never let them see you bend, boy. They'll gut you without thought
The weight of the past was a lot heavier than Tony expected it to be. Or maybe that was the iron in his bones dragging him down, dragging him under to be drowned by all the things he knows he will never be. Not smart enough. Not fast enough. Not enough, just like his father would always say. Never enough.
What the hell was one more failure then?
What if Tony felt silence, blissful, perfect silence, on his knees? What if in bending, in being broken, Tony finally felt like he was something worth while, that he was flying instead of falling, burning brighter than the stars in all their glory. What if--
Tony shuddered, the thoughts still racing too face in his mind as he tapped away at the bright blue displays. He was fraying and he knew it. He also knew how to stop it, but he wasn't sure if he deserved it. There were still bruises on his chest from the last fight, dark purple under his eyes from too many nights not sleeping, and too many ghosts all yelling for his attention.
Starks do not kneel.
He feels sick, even as he reaches up to absently press at the hollow of his throat, memories of a hand lingering there with just the right amount of pressure. He knows he needs this, needs to get away from his own mind, and yet...
"Sir, shall I contact him?"
Tony sighs, letting his head fall onto the display at FRIDAY's question. He doesn't need clarification. "Yeah, yeah, just-- tell him to let himself in or something."
Asuka Kazama | Tekken | f/m
Arslan | Heroic Legend of Arslan M/M
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steve rogers ; mcu ; ota
LEONARD SNART ( CAPTAIN COLD ) | DCTV | OTA
Erik | The Phantom of the Opera
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It was one of the last things they said to him before shoving him into the deceptively innocent-looking bedroom, shortly after injecting something into the back of his neck. He stumbles and winds up on his knees, the skin at his nape burning hot and unpleasant as he tries to get his bearings. To be honest, their investigation into the cult had been with minimal preparation. They'd been causing trouble, funding warlords, accused of kidnapping — but it wasn't at the levels of HYDRA, or any of the higher-risk organizations they'd faced. It should have been easy to isolate the leaders in charge and cart them out for a fair trial.
But the entire thing was a trap.
Not just any trap, either. When Steve had been subdued and Wanda rendered unconscious and carted off, they'd been happy to tell him how long they'd been waiting for a sign of the two of them — their chosen ones, they'd said — to bring about the child that would trigger the apocalypse, or some such nonsense. Their prophecies had foretold it, they told him. No amount of arguing against their insanity made even a dent in their beliefs as they chanted over him, the Vibranium restrains on his arms and legs keeping him from doing anything but watching the madness play out.
And now here he is, dizzy and a bit nauseous thanks to whatever they gave him, trapped in a room with no windows and a reinforced door. Needless to say, this is not how he planned today to go.
The restraints keeping him from standing and moving about suddenly click; a remote lock, apparently. He yanks himself free and staggers to his feet before sweeping the room and spotting Wanda on the other side of the room with a rush of relief that twists his stomach in an odd way. ]
Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?
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I am fine.
[ She grinds out the words, her fingers clenching her knees. As for what they've done to her, well. Dressed in nothing but a flimsy satin chemise that barely reaches her upper thighs, her sitting position makes it reasonably obvious that it really is the only thing she's wearing. And she hasn't torn the place in two, so. Assumptions could likely be made of that as well.
None of it are things that she terribly wants to linger on. Neither is the identity of their captors. ]
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Jesus Christ.
[ Alright, it looks bad, but they've gotten out of worse. He goes to the door, testing it with his hands, then rearing back to kick hard at the door jam near where the knob would be if they had one; it doesn't even budge. Reinforced somehow, maybe with Vibranium. From there he goes to checking the walls, the floor, anything that might expose a weakness — and nothing.
They're well and truly trapped.
He squashes down the rush of misery that tightens in his chest; that won't help either of them. Especially not Wanda. After breathing in and out once, then twice, he finally walks over to sit beside her on the floor. Whatever madness this is, it's centered on her. No doubt that weight is crushing her. ]
They've got to feed us eventually; there's not even a slot on the door to pass food in. We'll have a chance to bust our way out of here.
[ His voice is gentle and empathetic, if somewhat rough around the edges. They've kept the room far too hot; sweat is already prickling beneath the collar of his shirt. While not nearly as humiliatingly dressed as Wanda, they've still stripped him to his sleeveless undershirt and slacks, leaving him nothing to work with that he might use in a fight — not that he would need more than his fists, once they were in range. ]
We'll get out of this.
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The morose thoughts are only a temporary distraction from the flame burning in the pit of her stomach, however. Despite being cut off from her powers, every movement, every breath he takes causes her skin to prickle. She feels the air he exhales as though his mouth was pressed to her neck, breathing in her scent. ]
I-- [ Her breath catches, and she clears her throat. Her fingers ache to touch his skin, revel in the texture of it. ] I do not think we should sit so close to one another.
[ Face and chest taking on a ruddy hue, she curls her hands into fists. ]
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It's only then that he seems to realize that it isn't the room that's steadily getting hotter. He hadn't even noticed that he'd put himself down so close to her, enough that their shoulders were nearly touching. Why the hell did he do that? His arm jerks away a lot sharper than he means to, breath catching unpleasantly in his throat. So they weren't just dosed with drugs, it was something to make them—
God, he feels sick. ]
Sorry, I— Sorry.
[ Hurriedly he gets to his feet to increase the distance between them, and stumbles in the process. He's feeling light-headed, almost drunk in a way. What the hell did they give him? A steadying breath helps keep him from looking as bad as he feels, knowing it will only make things worse for his companion. ]
Did they do something? To your powers?
[ To him, they seem only madmen; he's yet to place who they really are. ]
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This place will break him, if he does not escape first. ]
Yes. I am... only myself, now. They knew already what needed to be done to-- suppress them. After all, they are the reason I had these abilities to begin with.
[ Her eyes focus solely on the floor in front of her as she says this, sickened with shame. She is why the two of them are here. It's her fault. ]
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Just means that we've got the chance to clear them out once and for all.
[ Positive words for a very negative situation, but they're spoken with conviction. They will get out of this, and justice will be leveled on the ones who would take advantage of those who had nowhere else to turn.
Despite his big words, a moment later he begins to pace in a bid to keep himself focused. That heat has spread to his whole body, leaving a sheen of sweat on his skin and a tightness to his throat that he just can't place. By now, the more humiliating effects have begun to take hold: he's half-hard and quietly grateful for the looseness of his slacks, disguising his shame for the time being. The mental effects grow worse as well; it's getting harder to focus his thoughts, as they keep going back to Wanda's thighs, or the curve of her naked shoulders, or the heat of her arm so close to his.
Somehow, before now, she'd always seemed so much younger to him — a grown woman, yes, but still one he looked to as family more than anything else. Now he finds himself all too aware of just how much a woman she truly is.
With a start, he suddenly realizes he's stopped pacing, staring at her. His stomach twists in shame, and pacing is abandoned for him to instead walk to a chair in the corner and sit down heavily upon it, lacing his fingers together across his stomach to keep them from wandering where they don't belong.
He's faced worse than this. He will endure. ]
Liling 'Lily' Yang | Mage: The Ascension | M/F
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I think you are right. They must open the door eventually. We will take them then.
[ Watching Steve with sharp eyes, though, it's obvious to her that he doesn't have the time needed for that. Already, the drug administered to him begins taking hold of him. Who knows how much Steve Rogers will be left when it's finished. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The apology comes far smaller-sounding than she means it to, too revealing of how vulnerable she truly feels at the moment. But it needs to be said. ]
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Ah. But she thinks she's responsible for this. His expression softens and he leans forward in his chair. ]
Don't. These people, the ones that experimented on you — they did this. They made these choices, not you. You never asked for this, Wanda, and no matter what happens, it isn't your fault.
[ No matter what happens. He plans as though there's always a way out, some way to push through — but he's an old soldier. Sometimes there is no way out, and no one knows it better than him. That being said, he's not going to roll over without a fight, and whatever it was that they gave him, he doesn't plan to give in to it; he'll sooner let it kill him, if that's what it comes to.
Leaning forward as he is soon grows too uncomfortable, and he's forced to sit back in the chair once more, sliding his hands down his face. He's fully hard now, and it's not just a matter of discomfort and lust — it's actually starting to hurt. With a slow exhale he shifts in his seat, trying and failing to get comfortable while struggling to control his breathing. The whole room feels like it's tilting, and his cock aches so badly it's impossible to think about anything else. Still, he puts every bit of effort he can into making sure he doesn't look so bad as he feels.
This isn't her fault. He won't contribute in any way to her thinking otherwise. ]
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[ Her eyes flicker to him, looking away just as quickly upon seeing the state he's in. The flush in her cheeks deepens, and she pointedly looks away, trying to allow him some small measure of privacy in the locked room. Pulling her mind away proves to be a less simple manner, as she thinks of the length of the cock that's straining against his trousers as it pushes inside of her, his hands gripping her hips tightly enough to leave bruises as he pounds into her--
She digs her nails into the flesh of her knees, focusing on the bite of it rather than her need, though it proves to be a minimal distraction at best. Eyes darting in his direction once more, she clears her throat, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. ]
I do not understand what Americans see in their baseball. To me, it is dull and too long. How you can sit through a whole game is a mystery to me.
[ Talking. Talking helps. It has to. ]
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