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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bakerstreet2020-07-30 05:10 am
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just winging it
In any case, they're raiding a half-collapsed facility that was probably once some kind of lab, research facility, something of the sort. What they were studying no longer matters, but the medical supplies and tools likely housed within are invaluable.
They split up. Takoda takes the right hall, Ian takes the left, and they meticulously work through rooms, looting. The thudding of boots and the swinging of drawers likely give away his approach well in advance. ]
Re: just winging it
From a certain viewpoint, he’d been lucky; having avoided experiencing the on-set of the apocalypse outside. On the other hand however, he was left to fend for himself in a locked-up abandoned government facility. There was plenty of food for him to eat at least; all that dehydrated garbage – but it would keep him alive. He realized that no one was coming for him, and after searching, he realized he couldn’t get out without outside assistance.
It got lonely, for sure, but he was surviving. They had to come back eventually, right? And then he heard the two men entering, talking, and searching around. Ian entered the room Jax was in, the door swung closed behind him. Jax didn’t recognize Ian and correctly surmised that Ian was there to loot supplies. Jax was a secret agent well before the experiment, so he moved quietly near the door. He intended to follow Ian out when he left.]
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He hits a locked cabinet after about ten or fifteen minutes, and he knows how the locking mechanism works. It doesn't take much — a paperclip and a scalpel — and he pops the thing open easy as breathing.
Jackpot. Containers of pills, some he recognizes and some he doesn't. He's not selective, anything from an antibiotic to a painkiller to a blood pressure med is useful now.
He sweeps them into his bag with a wide arm, but a couple bottles go clattering to the ground, rolling in different directions. One skitters toward Jax, and Ian isn't even looking at it as he goes groping for it. Just sort of blindly feels around, eyes on his other hand and the three or four bottles it's plucking up to toss into his bag. ]
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Pill bottles rain down, most of them hit their intended target. Not all though. One almost slams into him but he reacts fast enough to dodge it. He watches the bottle to make sure it has stopped, but then felt some huge fingers grasping at the bottle, but missing and slamming and twisting around him. He pulled away, tripping over backwards over one of Ian’s fingers in the process.]
Shit.
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His fingers wrap around something that is definitely not a pill bottle, something malleable and warm and definitely alive. He yanks his hand back a couple of inches, his instincts saying rat or something until he hears a quiet little, curse.
From there, confusion and utter disbelief have him rising up on his knees to move around the corner of the cabinet and scope the source of the noise.
He stares.
And blinks.
And. Really can't wrap his head around the visual here, so all he manages is a flat-sounding: ]
What.
[ More a statement than a question, in a way. ]
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He dashed under a chair and a desk. He’d planned to follow Ian out, but certainly didn’t want to be seen doing so. Now, he could only hope that Ian thought he was seeing things or losing his mind. The thought of asking for Ian's help however, that never came to mind.]
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Except that he's pretty fucking certain he saw what he thinks he just saw, felt it in his hand, heard it with his own two ears.
It has him dropping down onto his forearms to peer under the desk, brow drawn up and hoping to catch the tail end of movement. ]
Wait- shit- what?
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He wished he had on his uniform now though, as it had all of his weapons and gadgets. As he looked for other potential hiding spots, his stomach sank when Ian got down amd the two of them ended up staring right at each other.]
Fuck.
[So much for hoping he thought he was going crazy. He couldn't stay there, even if he didn't have a plan as to where to go next or what to do exactly. He dashed along underneath the desk to the far end, calculating his target location out as he ran.]