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Wallow in sin

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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[ Age difference, incest, public, violent, student/teacher, bestiality, fertile, and noncon are favorites. ]

[Come make a booty call with your secret, (slightly) underage, street punk Eleven boy toy, Cornelia, you know you want to. (Especially up for age difference, public, open to fertile and some soft-noncon when he's not sure it's a good idea and she climbs on him anyway, as well as authority and social class, obviously.)]

[OOC: Peter's all for this stuff. Yes to: Age Difference, Incest, Violent, Forbidden, Student/Teacher, Authority, Interspecies (he's a werewolf), Bestiality (again, he's a werewolf), Stockholm, Innocence, Corruption, Non (or Dubious) Consensual.]

[OOC: How about Peter is guarding another werewolf's human daughter and ends up ravishing her instead? He could go in with that intent all along or lose control from the werewolf part of him? I'm fine with wolf-man stuff as long as he doesn't turn completely animal. Hannah can be high school aged if you like too. Rough wall sex would be great but if you have other ideas I'm open!]

[OOC: That sounds fantastic! Peter (reluctantly) having to guard an associate's high school aged daughter would work great. Maybe she could tempt him and then realize she's bitten off more than she can chew?]

[OOC: Perfect! If you have an idea for a starter I can go with it, or I can come up with one.]

[OOC: Let me know if this needs tweaking.]

Peter cursed. Dealing with teenagers was exactly why he'd left Beacon Hills. Along with the constant threat of annihilation from one supernatural force or another, of course, but just as much he hated being dragged into the high school shenanigans of McCall and his pack. But here he was, forced to play babysitter for a sophomore.

Calming himself down, Peter reminded himself of two things: firstly, Hannah's father was the Alpha in this city, and getting in good with him and his pack, even if Peter kept out of it, meant that he could live here in peace and do pretty much as he pleased. And secondly, he wasn't so much babysitting as he was guarding the girl from her father's enemies while the pack went out to hunt down their rivals.

Sitting on the family couch, surfing through channels that for some godforsaken reason didn't include any premium cable, it didn't much feel like a difference. Peter heard Hannah coming down the stairs behind him, but didn't bother to turn around. "Is it against the rules to order pizza?"

At sixteen Hannah was just as unenthused about being babysat as Peter. She had heard about the dangers of staying home alone so many times that the words had lost all meaning to her. Human daughter of a powerful werewolf, enemies everywhere, couldn't take any chances. She knew her father did it out of love for her, but she felt like she could take care of herself now. So, feeling frustrated and helpless, she decided to do a little teasing.

"No delivery," she replied to Peter's question. "Daddy doesn't want strangers coming to the door. If you want pizza, we have the frozen kind."

She took a seat next to Peter on the couch. She was still in her school uniform, but she had unbuttoned the blouse enough to reveal the ample swell of her breasts. Hannah had developed early, and since she wasn't allowed to go out, she had very few opportunities to show herself off. She was bored and restless, and desperate for a little attention.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Mr. Hale?"

Peter rolled his eyes. Forcing him to eat frozen pizza was just adding insult to injury, and he honestly wondered if any of this was worth it, or if he should just leave and find another city to set up shop in. It was while he was mulling over the move that Hannah dropped down onto the couch beside him and derailed his train of thought.

He'd been there when she'd come home from school, but now she looked almost completely different. Hannah was a pretty girl, but now she looked more like a naughty schoolgirl fantasy come true, and Peter was hardly the poster boy for resisting temptation.

"Sure I do, Hannah." With that kind of invitation, he didn't hesitate to let his eyes move over the girl's body, lingering on the lovely, generous cleavage she'd put on display, along with the shapely legs peeking out from under her uniform skirt.

Hannah flushed with pleasure, happy that he wasn't denying her the little bit of attention she wanted. She had tried flirting with one or two bodyguards before, but they had always remained stony-faced and silent out of loyalty to her father. Not that she had wanted them to do anything, deep down, but Hannah was young and fiercely protected, so behind her teasing she was surprisingly naive regarding the possible consequences.

"You know, Daddy doesn't even let me speak to boys," she complained, sticking her lower lip out in a pout. "He leaves me alone with grown men, but he won't let me go on dates with boys my own age. What do you think of that?"

The difference between Peter and the bodyguards that Hannah might have tried this with before was that her father paid those men, and he was here, more or less, as a favor. And besides, he always did have a certain self-destructive streak, often making decisions he'd regret later. But that was later.

Now, he had a pretty teenage girl flirting shamelessly with him, and he was nothing if a man who didn't enjoy having some fun.

"I suppose that all depends on whether or not you think you're missing out on anything by being denied the company of teenage boys," Peter replied, leaning in a little closer. "Frankly, I don't think they hold much of a candle to someone experienced and knowledgable about women."

Hannah felt her heart begin to beat faster.

"Someone like you, Mr. Hale?" she asked, looking up at him from beneath long eyelashes. She was going to tease the game out just a little bit further before putting the brakes on the situation. Her father would have been furious if she had given up her virginity to the man he'd hired to protect her. But she was feeling awfully adult at the moment, and wanted to linger in it for a moment longer.

Peter smirked, feeling that he was definitely starting to get a read on the girl sitting beside him, starting to know the game she was playing. And if she really thought she could handle it, well, he was new to town and to all this. How could he have known?

And if her father took offense, Peter had plenty of experience disappearing to save his skin.

"Oh, I don't know," he said slowly. "I don't think you could handle me, Hannah. You might want to start a little slower than that."

Hannah pouted again.

"I'm a big girl," she said. She turned towards him then, drawing up close with all the confidence of someone who had no idea what they were getting themselves into. And she looked him over, giving him a haughty, knowing smile.

"But I think you're just another one of Daddy's lapdogs."

Peter's smile didn't change, but inside, he was sighing. Sometimes, the prey just went for the bait so easily. But then again, Hannah's "lapdog" comment give him a bit of a twitch, so he supposed things went both ways. But he had more than enough confidence that things would work out as he wanted them to.

"I am a business associate of your father's. And far more man than a 'big girl' like you could hope to handle." His eyes narrowed slyly. "Unless, of course, you think you're brave enough to try."

Hannah smirked and climbed into Peter's lap. She was up on her knees, straddling his thighs, so she wasn't actually sitting in his lap, instead looking down at him from her perch.

"You just wanted a taste, didn't you, Mr. Hale?" she said, drawing his face up with a finger under his chin. "I can give you that. But if you're a good lapdog, you better know when to heel."

She kissed him, fiery and bold, but probably exposing her own inexperience in the process. Just watch. She knew she could handle one of her father's lackeys and have a little bit of the fun she had always been denied.

Peter had to give her that much, the girl had guts. Even if he really was just another employee, it wasn't as though her father hired people for their quiet, even tempers and gentle personalities. Hannah was playing a dangerous game already, and had no idea who she was playing against. But Peter decided he'd educate her.

When she kissed him, it was with all the intensity a teenage girl could bring to bear, but with none of the skill to back it up. Once Peter went on the offensive, his mouth claimed hers hard. His hands grasped the girl by the waist and pivoted, intending to switch their positions and pin her against the back of the sofa.

Hannah should have known how easy it would be for Peter to overpower her, and in the first few moments she still thought she had the upper hand. She could tell he wanted her by the forceful way he kissed her back. But soon it was no longer Peter responding to Hannah's kisses, but rather Peter taking what Hannah had so naively offered.

She was thrilled by it for a moment, but then he grasped her waist and switched positions, easily maneuvering her back against the couch - and his leg still between her thighs. His mouth was rough against hers, and as suddenly as it had happened, she realized he had her pinned.

"That's enough-" she gasped, trying to regain control of the situation as she squirmed in his grip.

A hand on the teenager's shoulder kept Hannah right where Peter had placed her. Even without shifting, he was still a broad, powerfully-built individual with more than enough strength to overpower the girl. And he couldn't help but admit to himself that he liked that fact a lot, along with the scent of Hannah's rising fear.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn't be so surprised at being in over your head when a little girl plays grownup games."

Peter leaned in, letting his eyes flash blue. "So, Hannah, shall I show you just how pretty I think you are? How sexy?" He shifted his weight, causing his muscular thigh to press between her legs.

A jolt went through her as he pushed her legs apart with his thigh, panic making her heart beat like a hummingbird in her chest. She caught that flash of blue in his eyes, and even though she had no supernatural powers of her own, she could practically smell the wolf in him.

"Daddy won't-" she began, but her voice failed her. She held Peter's wrist with both hands, trying to making him let go of her shoulder, but he not only had the superior strength, but the leverage of height over her. She tried to wriggle away, but only ended up sacrificing more of her personal space, allowing Peter's thigh to press right up against her.

"Daddy won't ever know," Peter sneered, watching Hannah's futile attempts to pry his hand away or wrest herself free and barely keeping from laughing. She all but positioned herself for him, and he took full advantage, pushing his thigh against the thin fabric that separated him from her most likely untouched treasure.

"Hell," he said with a shrug, "by the time I'm finished with you, maybe you'll be calling me 'Daddy', how about that?" Peter didn't give the girl any time to reply, darting forward and crushing his mouth against hers.