Taboo

๐‘ซ๐’†๐’—๐’๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– | แดธแดน

๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜“๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ง๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ.

The Men Behind the Masks.

She saw something she wasn't supposed to see. Three weeks later, four masked men take her. Ryes is the annoying one. Jasper is the dangerous one. Knox is the leader. And Malachi seems to know far more than he says. They refuse to show their faces. They refuse to tell her the entire truth. All they tell her is: "You saw something." But Y/N doesn't remember what happened that night. And while she struggles to uncover the truth behind the four masks, someone outside the house is searching for her. Someone who doesn't want her found alive.

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Tim Drake || Just Like Candy

How should Tim feel? How should he feel knowing he had a girlfriend that he so dearly loved, knowing that there was someone in his ear whispering suchโ€ฆsuch naughty things as if listing a grocery list? For context, this was Timโ€™s third year at the university he was in. Grade A student, reliable, flexible? He was on the grid for being what most nerds wish they could be. He had a girlfriend, who weโ€™ll call Asia. Asia was beautiful, so charming and adorable. It would soon be going on a year since Tim and Asia have been together. But then, because clearly nothing can ever go right in these stories, you had {{user}}. New transfer from afar, already the talk of the university. It was childish, really. Listening to grown men and women gush about a transfer? Tsk. Sadly, the news caught up to Asia, and now she was standing there in front of Timโ€ฆwith our beloved transfer.

Frank Castle หš. แตŽแตŽ

โŠน เฃช ห–Dad's best friend | Y/n ร— Frank โ€” This story revolves around a slow-burn, high-angst dynamic set against the backdrop of a close-knit family environment. The core tension relies heavily on the stark contrast between Frankโ€™s cold, intimidating exterior in the outside world and the quiet, protective warmth he shows around Y/N and her family. Expect a grounded, emotionally charged atmosphere focused on realistic character interactions, subtle shifts in body language, and unspoken tension. The domestic settingโ€”Sunday family dinners, home life, and long-standing routinesโ€”serves as an anchor that makes the underlying forbidden dynamic feel high-stakes.

Jason Todd || Dear, Father.

What was a priest? A priest is a religious leader or minister authorized to perform sacred rituals, lead worship, and act as a spiritual intermediary between humans and a deity. They were often men who blessed those at churches, forgave sins, and baptised people. Jason Todd was a priest; well-known, trusted, and a faithful man of GOD. People always asked Jason questions. โ€œFather, do you believe in demons?โ€ The answer was yes and no. Yes being he believed demons roamed about as humans, and no being nobody could sfep foot into the church if they were a demon. Amazing, right? Or it didnโ€™t make sense. Who knows.

๐‘ฉ๐’๐’๐’๐’…๐’๐’Š๐’๐’†๐’” & ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’š๐’‚๐’๐’”

Sโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ wโƒจaโƒจsโƒจ cโƒจaโƒจrโƒจrโƒจyโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจ bโƒจrโƒจoโƒจtโƒจhโƒจeโƒจrโƒจโ€™โƒจsโƒจ rโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ, bโƒจuโƒจtโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจ bโƒจoโƒจyโƒจfโƒจrโƒจiโƒจeโƒจnโƒจdโƒจโ€™โƒจsโƒจ bโƒจaโƒจbโƒจyโƒจ. Sโƒจiโƒจeโƒจnโƒจnโƒจaโƒจ wโƒจaโƒจsโƒจ sโƒจuโƒจpโƒจpโƒจoโƒจsโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจ bโƒจeโƒจcโƒจoโƒจmโƒจeโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจ sโƒจiโƒจsโƒจtโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ-โƒจiโƒจnโƒจ-โƒจlโƒจaโƒจwโƒจโ€”nโƒจoโƒจtโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ mโƒจoโƒจtโƒจhโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจ bโƒจoโƒจyโƒจfโƒจrโƒจiโƒจeโƒจnโƒจdโƒจโ€™โƒจsโƒจ aโƒจcโƒจcโƒจiโƒจdโƒจeโƒจnโƒจtโƒจaโƒจlโƒจ cโƒจhโƒจiโƒจlโƒจdโƒจ. Wโƒจhโƒจeโƒจnโƒจ Aโƒจdโƒจrโƒจiโƒจaโƒจnโƒจ dโƒจiโƒจsโƒจcโƒจoโƒจvโƒจeโƒจrโƒจsโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ tโƒจrโƒจuโƒจtโƒจhโƒจ bโƒจuโƒจrโƒจiโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจsโƒจiโƒจdโƒจeโƒจ hโƒจiโƒจsโƒจ fโƒจiโƒจaโƒจnโƒจcโƒจรฉโƒจeโƒจโ€™โƒจsโƒจ mโƒจeโƒจsโƒจsโƒจaโƒจgโƒจeโƒจsโƒจ, oโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ sโƒจeโƒจcโƒจrโƒจeโƒจtโƒจ dโƒจeโƒจtโƒจoโƒจnโƒจaโƒจtโƒจeโƒจsโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจ eโƒจnโƒจtโƒจiโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ fโƒจaโƒจmโƒจiโƒจlโƒจyโƒจ. Tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ eโƒจnโƒจgโƒจaโƒจgโƒจeโƒจmโƒจeโƒจnโƒจtโƒจ iโƒจsโƒจ sโƒจhโƒจaโƒจtโƒจtโƒจeโƒจrโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ, tโƒจrโƒจuโƒจsโƒจtโƒจ dโƒจiโƒจsโƒจaโƒจpโƒจpโƒจeโƒจaโƒจrโƒจsโƒจ, aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ sโƒจuโƒจdโƒจdโƒจeโƒจnโƒจlโƒจyโƒจ eโƒจvโƒจeโƒจrโƒจyโƒจoโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ hโƒจaโƒจsโƒจ sโƒจoโƒจmโƒจeโƒจtโƒจhโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจ cโƒจoโƒจnโƒจfโƒจeโƒจsโƒจsโƒจ. Bโƒจuโƒจtโƒจ wโƒจhโƒจiโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจ bโƒจeโƒจsโƒจtโƒจ fโƒจrโƒจiโƒจeโƒจnโƒจdโƒจโ€™โƒจsโƒจ lโƒจiโƒจfโƒจeโƒจ fโƒจaโƒจlโƒจlโƒจsโƒจ aโƒจpโƒจaโƒจrโƒจtโƒจ, yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจ fโƒจiโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจsโƒจeโƒจlโƒจfโƒจ dโƒจrโƒจaโƒจwโƒจnโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจwโƒจaโƒจrโƒจdโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ oโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ mโƒจaโƒจnโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจ aโƒจbโƒจsโƒจoโƒจlโƒจuโƒจtโƒจeโƒจlโƒจyโƒจ sโƒจhโƒจoโƒจuโƒจlโƒจdโƒจnโƒจโ€™โƒจtโƒจ wโƒจaโƒจnโƒจtโƒจโ€”Mโƒจaโƒจrโƒจcโƒจuโƒจsโƒจ Mโƒจoโƒจnโƒจrโƒจoโƒจeโƒจ, hโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ sโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ fโƒจaโƒจtโƒจhโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ. Hโƒจeโƒจโ€™โƒจsโƒจ oโƒจlโƒจdโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ. Hโƒจeโƒจโ€™โƒจsโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจfโƒจ-โƒจlโƒจiโƒจmโƒจiโƒจtโƒจsโƒจ. Aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ hโƒจeโƒจโ€™โƒจsโƒจ dโƒจeโƒจtโƒจeโƒจrโƒจmโƒจiโƒจnโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ nโƒจoโƒจtโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจ cโƒจrโƒจoโƒจsโƒจsโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจaโƒจtโƒจ lโƒจiโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ. Tโƒจoโƒจoโƒจ bโƒจaโƒจdโƒจ sโƒจeโƒจcโƒจrโƒจeโƒจtโƒจsโƒจ hโƒจaโƒจvโƒจeโƒจ aโƒจ wโƒจaโƒจyโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ mโƒจaโƒจkโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ fโƒจoโƒจrโƒจbโƒจiโƒจdโƒจdโƒจeโƒจnโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจsโƒจ iโƒจmโƒจpโƒจoโƒจsโƒจsโƒจiโƒจbโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจ iโƒจgโƒจnโƒจoโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ. Oโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ pโƒจrโƒจeโƒจgโƒจnโƒจaโƒจnโƒจcโƒจyโƒจ. Tโƒจwโƒจoโƒจ bโƒจeโƒจtโƒจrโƒจaโƒจyโƒจaโƒจlโƒจsโƒจ. Tโƒจhโƒจrโƒจeโƒจeโƒจ hโƒจeโƒจaโƒจrโƒจtโƒจsโƒจ cโƒจaโƒจuโƒจgโƒจhโƒจtโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ fโƒจaโƒจlโƒจlโƒจoโƒจuโƒจtโƒจ. Aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจiโƒจsโƒจ tโƒจiโƒจmโƒจeโƒจ, nโƒจoโƒจbโƒจoโƒจdโƒจyโƒจ gโƒจeโƒจtโƒจsโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจ wโƒจaโƒจlโƒจkโƒจ aโƒจwโƒจaโƒจyโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจnโƒจoโƒจcโƒจeโƒจnโƒจtโƒจ.

The Summer She Comes Homeโ™ก

Y/n is nineteen when she moves back to her hometown to begin college. After her parents divorced when she was young, she left the state with her mother and spent the next decade building a life somewhere else. Her hometown became little more than summer memories and occasional visits.

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Best friendโ€™s dad

After a brutal breakup and a family scandal that costs her everything, 19-year-old Alex Scott moves back to her coastal hometown for the summer. She expects quiet, anonymity, and distance from her past. What she doesnโ€™t expect is Reed Rowanโ€”her best friendโ€™s father. Reed is 38, recently separated, emotionally guarded, and trying to hold his life together after discovering his wifeโ€™s long-term affair. Heโ€™s always been off-limits, the man Alex barely noticed growing upโ€”except now, she sees him di

Spare Room

After your father is hospitalized, youโ€™re left with nowhere to stay except the home of his best friend. What starts as a temporary arrangement soon becomes something far more complicated as the line between comfort and forbidden feelings begins to blur.

Damian Wayne || Knight In Shining Armor

The princess of Gotham, it was a title you had earned naturally. How? Born into a noble family. You had the Queen, the King, two princes, and then youโ€”the princess. The only girl. Because you were the only princess in your family, minus cousins, everything revolved around you! Which was exactly how you got put into an arranged marriage with some prince from another kingdom. He wasnโ€™t your type, of course he wasnโ€™t! He was too charming, too perfect, tried too hard to be liked by everyone. It was disgusting, honestly. So now here you sit, in front of your vanity rambling to the room. Your personal maid, Matilda, was folding your dresses and clothes meticulously with a nervous hand, the kind of nervous energy sheโ€™s had since your brothers were born. There were two knights in the room, one named Jepard, brown hair, green eyes; a young face that looked like he had no clue of what he was doing but somehow still landed the knight job; and the other? Damian Wayne. Heโ€™s been with your family for years, way before you were born. He was older, by two years, but it wasnโ€™t bad. The thing with Damian was that he was set to specifically guard you and protect you, and he took his job seriously. He never spoke directly to you, not full conversations at least. The most you could from him was a grunt or a very subtle nod. Another thing? He didnโ€™t like that you were getting married to someone you didnโ€™t even like or know. In his opinion? You should be with someone else. Someone like him.

A Bloodline of Shadows

At Blackthorne University, secrets are buried deeper than the centuries-old foundations. Jace Vescari is a vampire, a professor, and a man who has spent centuries mastering his hunger. Then he meets Y/N, a twenty-two-year-old student with an ancient magic sleeping in her blood. She doesnโ€™t know sheโ€™s a witch. She doesnโ€™t know what he is. But Jace knows exactly what sheโ€™s becoming. And as her powers begin to awaken, the line between curiosity, danger, and forbidden desire becomes increasingly difficult to ignore. Some secrets were never meant to be awakened. Some bloodlines were never meant to be forgotten.

The space between us

Heโ€™s 25. Youโ€™re 38. And his mother just happens to be your best friend of twenty years. Six years away shouldโ€™ve made Alexander Hayes easier to ignore. Instead, heโ€™s returned taller, cheekier, and determined to prove heโ€™s not the little boy you remember. Unfortunately, Catherine keeps sending him over. And even more unfortunately? Youโ€™re starting to look forward to it.

the guest room

you never imagined youโ€™d end up living under the same roof as your boyfriend's father. after your boyfriend gets you evicted, you have no choice but to move into his fatherโ€™s home together. your shitty boyfriend treats the arrangement like an extended vacation - sleeping in, dodging responsibility.. meanwhile, you finds yourself drawn to the one person you never expected. quiet, dependable, and carrying regrets of his own, your boyfriendโ€™s dad sees you in a way no one else ever has. what started as innocent slowly turns into something neither of them can ignore. but are you just a guest in the house, or are you becoming part of the furniture?

Vitals

After growing up in the shadow of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, you swore you would never follow in your fatherโ€™s footsteps. Jack Abbot was legendary in the ER โ€” brilliant, stubborn, impossible to ignore โ€” and spending your childhood watching him race from one emergency to the next taught you exactly how dangerous loving medicine could be. But at twenty-four, freshly graduated and determined to prove yourself, you find yourself walking into The Pitt as one of the newest day-shift nurses, wearing the same hospital badge that made your father a local icon.

Xander Knight.

Y/n finally came home from the boarding school. Sheโ€™s only a year younger than Kimberly, and missed her family. But when she meets Kimโ€™s new friends, and their friends. She meets Xander Knight. Kimmys old best friend. He a lot more attractive than you remember. And when you start going to the same school as them, he starts seeing you more. And slowly feelings start unfolding, people get mad, and bridges burn.

Tom kaulitz and Professor Violet

The lecture hall smelled of coffee and old paper. Lena Violet stood at the front, teaching Wuthering Heights, her voice steady despite the heat creeping up her neck. Because Tom Kaulitz was watching her again. He sat in the back rowโ€”tall, broad-shouldered, black beanie low on his forehead. His arms were crossed, his dark eyes fixed on her like she was the only person in the room. He never took notes. He just watched. Always watched. "Class dismissed," Lena said finally, packing her books. Students filed out. Tom remained. He walked to her desk slowly, hands in his jacket pockets. "You looked nervous today, Professor Violet." "I don't get nervous," she lied. He leaned in just slightlyโ€”close enough that she caught the faint scent of rain and cedar. "Good," he murmured. "Then you won't mind if I stay after for tutoring tomorrow." His fingers brushed hers as he took the essay from her hand. That same shiver raced down her spine. Before she could answer, he was already walking away, glancing back with a small smile. Lena exhaled. She was in trouble.