bakerstreet | You should be ashamed.

You should be ashamed.

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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[My DMC lore is a little limited but your OC sounds fun! I was thinking a combo of sizeplay - since Eric can change his size - costumes, maybe fixation and possibly fertility/pregnation for Thelema if that appealed to you. Also since Eric's a super hero I can see them working together to battle bad guys.]

[Size play within reason could certainly work for her, no problem with costumes or fixation (she has some pretty wonderful parts for it!), although as a succubus/limited shapeshifter, impregnation would be tricky unless she wanted it for some reason. Or if something was inhibiting her shapeshifting/body-control. If you had some assumed CR and/or a setup in mind, we can try it out, though! I think having read her summary, you know Thelema now better than I know Eric!]

[Thanks! Size play would generally be involving some occasional interaction whilst shrunk, maybe being on or in her person depending on the situation. I suspect her being a shapeshifter would appeal to him anyway, especially if it means empathising her wonderful parts. Impregnation is entirely up to you anyway, if you rather not involve that it's fine. For a setup I figure they could meet up whilst Eric is on a mission for the Secret Avengers, or we can assume they already work together and are in some kind of friends to lovers phase? Anyway if you have any queries over Eric and his background or abilities do let me know!]

[Having them just meeting is fine, I think! Thelema's quick to warm up to friendly people, after all. If you want to set up, I think I'm fine! Thelema was raised in Russia and has the most contacts there, but she could pop up just about anywhere, in principle.]

[occ: Just meeting it is. And I'll set things up here and we can start any other threads as needed. Eric in turn is a pretty friendly sort of guy, if somewhat liable to flirt with women a lot. I'll have him in Russia then since he's a bit of a world traveller and has Black Widow in his team.]

Natasha and Sharon had requested Eric act as scout for a special assignment here in Moscow, where reports of unusual, possibly demonic enities had been made around the city. Whilst normally someone like Doctor Strange would be ideal for this the added report of a powerful artefact fuelling this event meant the Secret Avengers were ideal for retrieving the object and securing it covertly. Eric had entered the vents of a building whilst ant sized and was now acting independently as he moved cautiously down the hallways, ready to shrink back down if needed.

As he turned a corner he spotted a mysterious figure walking in his direction. A very attractive and well endowed woman, as it happened. Eric moved back into the shadows to determine her intentions, though he was also quite taken with her fine curves of her cleavage and buttocks as she moved.

Thelema was investigating much the same situation, if alone. She had her own ways of getting past security, especially the human, male kind. Her plan was quite simply; an artifact of the Devil World strong enough to be dangerous, she'd probably feel, if not entirely consciously, so she was going to follow her nose, so to speak, as see where it might lead her. She had ways out of trouble, if she got into it, after all.

Even if it didn't leave the top half of her chest bare, and didn't have a slit all the way up each side to her hip, that dress clung to her as though suggesting the way he should really want to. She's humming to herself casually as she sashays down the hallway, her voice rich and velvety--maybe a Russian pop song or something, from the sound of it. She doesn't appear to be armed; really, where would she hide anything in that dress? Although knowing Natasha might have discouraged him from making such assumptions. As she gets closer, those assets only become easier to admire.

Even without her natural abilities Eric would likely see why people would find this woman attractive enough to want to help her out. And if she was after the same artefact they would likely work well together, but at this moment past experience had taught the current Ant Man to be cautious, even if it was insanely hot women.

That outfit certainly didn't leave much to the imagination, and what there was would likely be awesome. He wondered whether she'd been at some kind of function nearby and slipped out to do her work, whatever that happened to be. And that voice carried eventual sensuality. He figured the best course of action was to shrink down and tail her. If it meant getting a lot, lot closer to that sexy body of hers, well, surely it was all part of the mission, right?

Activating the Pym Particles in his suit Eric shrunk down to a fraction of an inch tall, hovering in the air as Thelma reached his position. Once then it was a simple task to land on her bare shoulder and see where she headed, perhaps gauge her intentions. And take in those wonderful curves on the way.

There is a bit of cloth at her shoulder itself, where he can perch without risk of alerting her by touching her skin directly--even so, she pauses briefly to glance around, as though she'd noticed something. She pauses briefly, then sighs a little and continues onward, with a little giggle to herself under her breath.

For Eric's part, it's like standing and staring down into a bottomless ravine. He could get lost in all that cleavage. Even if he were a lot bigger, he could still get lost in all that cleavage.

For Thelema's part, she was still simply following her instincts, for the moment, to find that artifact. She had heard of a few objects that could open small, temporary doorways to the Devil World; if it were a large doorway, there would likely have been much more activity, after all. Her connections among Bratva had confirmed the dubious reports, and suggested someone with aspirations of power in the organization was meddling with things he didn't understand. How very human.

And yet, something was confusing her senses, but-...

Without breaking her stride or changing her casual pace, Thelema continued along until reaching a number of offices and conference rooms not presently in use. Picking out one in particular, she rested her hand on the handle, paused a few seconds, and then opened it; she stepped inside, sashaying out of the way of the doorway as she turned to close the door, then locked it, and strolled over to the desk, resting her hip against it and glancing around a moment before turning her eyes upward as though slightly exasperated. When she spoke, confidently, amused, and almost lyrically, the sultry, playful voice was even clearer.

"Now, darling. Would you like to show yourself to me? It only seems fair to return the favor, mmn?"

The cloth did seem like the best option and hides him better when he lands. It's the women he's encountered whilst small which has always been one of the best parts of shrinking down - the good looking ones like Thelma suddenly become practically goddesses, every part of them heightened. True it does mean sometimes if one is small enough you can spot the odd imperfection here and there but Eric can't see much to complain about with his current host. And there's the little things expanded to be more intense, like the way her words, even a sigh, reverberate and seem louder, or when she walks he can hear the click of her feet on the floor far below him.

It certainly is a hell of a lot of cleavage, and it takes a equal hell of a lot of willpower not to try diving down there to see what that dark, likely hot world is like. Endowed would be an understatement, really.

Eventually she seemed to make her mind up over where she was going and entered the office, and her words when spoken not only shook Eric out from his half dazed examination of up and down her delightful form but also awed by the sexual playfulness in its tone as it was spoken so close to him. Of course he wondered how she knew he was here, but there was something unusual about her.

Well, she had asked nicely.

Eric zipped off her shoulder and moving to a decent enough distance reverted back to full size, dressed head to toe in his bright red Ant Man armour. "As you like. How did you know I was there?"

Thelema was a little surprised, and not quite sure what to make of the way he shows up like that. A shrinking man in armor? Interesting. After a moment of surprise, though, she smirked slowly, casually resting her hands back against the desk, incidentally arching her back, making her breasts even more pronounced as she rolls her shoulders back slightly.

"...mmnn, interesting... all right. I could feel your desire. Actually, that's saying it a bit too modestly--your desire was drowning out everything else. Very flattering, sweetie, but somewhat distracting, as well."

She tilted her head slightly, studying him appraisingly; she doesn't seem particularly upset or offended, so much as amused and intrigued.

"If you're here for me, you really ought to at least say hello, after staring for so long."

He was at least glad that she was surprised at his appearance, evidentially she had not known exactly where or what he was. But that thought was quickly squashed by the way she curved back so wonderfully. He coughed awkwardly before speaking, slipping his helmet off to expose a half meek face with ginger hair.

"Ah, right, well that does sound like me, I do have a thing for attractive women, those in, ah, certain attire more so. I glad you took it the right way in any case. I suppose if we're here and you seem alright it's only fair I introduce myself. Eric O'Grady, Ant Man if you want the code name. And I wasn't here for you, though if you're not doing anything later... though now I think of it, you're probably investigating the same stuff as me?"

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Thelema blinks and laughs softly (oh gosh that makes her breasts jiggle wonderfully) at him breaking off in the middle of introductions to try and ask her out.

"Oooh, I see... one of those American heroes of the common man, hmm?"

She smiled to herself, the corners of her lips curled upward playfully; she sounds not in the least sarcastic, so much as intrigued by the notion.

"You are here about 'supernatural incidents,' yes? I believe we are here for the same thing. It isn't something humans should play with, whether in Russia or in America. But if you can see that, then I do not mind working as closely with you as you need, Eric, darling."

She offers a hand, otherwise not changing her pose at all. From the slightly mischievous light in her eyes, she knows exactly what she said, and said it fully expecting him to suspect it was deliberate, and wholly confident that it'll work on him anyway.

"Thelema Nikolaievna Yevtushenkova."

That certainly gets his attention, not that she didn't have it already. He's inwardly wishing most women were comfortable with being checked out now he thinks of it. Though he's uncertain if her laughter means she'd consider it or not. It is the sort of thing he does after all.

"Something like that, an Avenger in fact. Of the covert ops type. Shrinking comes in handy there. I'm glad you're impressed anyway." He nods at the description of 'supernatural'. "It's a little out of my team's typical comfort zone but we do deal with dangerous artefacts and there's supposed to be one involved here."

He glances at the offered hand, smiles and shakes it. To be fair it's a polite friendly shake. On the other he is pretty much staring at her breasts rather than her face when he does so. The added 'darling' makes him blush slightly too before smiling again, more confidently this time.

"As close as possible sounds good, Natasha and Sharon would say back up never hurts anyway. That's a bit of a mouthful, lady, ok if I just call you Thelema?"

"Mmm... perhaps, as a Russian, I am used to a mouthful, but yes, of course. I do hope we'll be friends, after all."

She smiles a little more, leaving her hand in his and letting him stare all he likes--although she giggles softly after a few seconds.

"...for someone who speaks of appreciating beautiful women, you certainly stare as though you have never seen one. Mm, is it very long...? ...since the last time you were with a beautiful woman, that is. I don't mean to pry, of course, but you certainly seem preoccupied."

At no point does she sound bothered, so much as entertained, like she's in no rush, and she'd be fine with just hanging out here while he stares at her.

"Well I know a couple of Russian Super types and they have the fancy Romanoffs and Rasputins type names too. I would like that very much, Thelma."

Her hand is soft and warm and her body is still very inviting, so much that he blinks and blushes again when she speaks.

"Sorry, I guess it has been a while. I mean I do work with a lot of super heroines and they're pretty hot, but you're... something else. So, erm, any leads on where this demon thingie might be?"

"Mm... here. You clearly need to relax a little, sweetie."

She gently, but somewhat abruptly, tugged him forward by the hand holding hers, pulling him right up close against her, letting him bump into her body, her breasts squishing up against his--... armor. Damn. Poor fellow. But he can see the way they squeeze, at least, as she smiles up at him.

"I believe we are looking for a device that creates a temporary doorway to the Devil World. It can bring Devils to the Human World, probably only one or two at a time, unless it's an unusual one. I know it's in this building, or it's at least been used here often. I was tracking it, just a few minutes ago."

It is so abrupt that Eric barely manages to hold onto his helmet under his other shoulder before he's right up close to her, and whilst it's true he can't feel the curves of her body anything as well in his armour, the sudden closeness of her to him and the way her breasts press against him is enough.

"Ah... thanks, that actually helps. Maybe we should find this device then and get it secured." He realises he's leaning closer to her, face near hers, and the desire to kiss her lips seems to be very strong.

Thelema laughs softly, the blue, blue eyes watching his, just slightly lidded, speaking in a soft, intimate tone.

"Mmm... I'd love to. But I'm afraid all that desire is really terribly distracting."

She licks her lips a little, slowly.

"...in fact, all I can sense right now, is your desperation to do... something."

Her hand slips free from his, fingernails scraping audibly up along his armor until her fingers can comb through his hair lightly, that slightly enigmatic, playful, charming smile not faltering a bit. Traditionally, a seductress might put on a display of her own need--Thelema herself was relatively at peace with the situation, but insisted on making him dwell on his desires. Clearly all that pent-up agitation is a problem that must be solved.

"...what is it you want so badly to do to me, Eric, darling?"

Her laughter is yet another thing he likes about her, when Eric suddenly realises that he's gotten very smitten with a girl whose name he learnt about a minute ago. Actually that might not be a huge change. But this might be the first time it's gone remarkably well.

"Right. I guess being... distracted would be a bad thing. I suppose I might be thinking of a lot of things I could do with a beautiful woman like you. Or to you. But two possibilities stick out most. One traditional, the other more... exotic? Or unusual, anyway."

He slowly presses his lips to hers, a quick testing kiss before he's back but still close to her.

Thelema smiles against his lips, tangling her fingers in his hair and gently restraining him from pulling back, so her lips brush against his when she answers.

"Mmnn.. exotic..? ...perhaps we should concentrate, first, on what will satisfy you most, at this moment. When your appetites are a little less overwhelming, we can finish what we are doing, here. You are still taking me out, later, yes?"

This close to her Eric feels like he's in heaven, aware of the curves of her body close to him, even with his armour on. And that sultry tone is very appealing from those pouted lips.

"Ok... well I guess I was quite taken with you earlier when I was shrunk, maybe you and I could try and... interact some more in that way. I can think of some ways to make it as pleasurable for you as for me. Then when we're level headed enough we can get that artefact sorted. Then I will totally take you out for dinner or movies and whatever else would appeal to a hot Russian girl like you."

Thelema blinks at that and laughs a bit against his lips, obviously a little surprised at that, but stays just as close, her lips brushing against his still as she speaks.

"...really... mmnn... I confess, it would be the first time a man has told me what he wants most to do, to satisfy his most passionate, agonizing desire with me, is to shrink. You certainly have my attention."

Her playful manner combined with her sensual nature is a fun combo, Eric thinks. And he's pleased to hear that the idea seems to appeal to her, in principle at least.

"I guess it is a 'little' bit special, but there's something appealing about the idea of a attractive woman and her appealing qualities being magnified several times over, getting to explore her sexy body close up and personal... But I'd definitely love to try more traditional things with you later, after the mission perhaps?"

"Mm, my... no lack of flattery, with you around, mmn?"

She smiled sweetly, squirming just a little.

"Whatever it takes to cool your desires, Eric, sweetie. It is, admittedly, not what I would have expected... but perhaps you will be full of pleasant surprises, mmn?"

He chuckled slightly in response, already looking forwards to working with Thelema and getting to know her a lot more.

"You're not the first woman to say that to me, though probably one of the few to take it the right way. And I can certainly promise some of those. So does about a quarter of an inch tall sound about right to you. You should be still able to see me that way. It's up to you how you... position yourself too."

You should be ashamed.

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Sorry, been a bit out of it...

Not to worry, I have bouts of being unable to reply to stuff too, don't worry about it.

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