Lets Get Kinky Meme (feat; Sasha Kaidonovsky)

[hardhouse]

1. Comment with your character. 
2. Tag someone else! Hit up RNG and roll from 1-20 for a kink, or make something up.
3. PLEASE BE WARNED, some scenarios in this meme include triggering content! Play at your own risk.
4. There is a very high chance of boys being pegged in this so yeah remember that.


The Light Stuff;
1. Tie me up; A little loss of control is nice sometimes, isn't it? One of you is bound, be it with handcuffs or something more extensive, at your partner's mercy.
2. Who's your fantasy; You're not who you usually are tonight. Costume or full on role-play, the two of you are looking to spice things up by playing out a fantasy.
3. Play with your food; Foodplay. Maybe you're covered in whipped cream, maybe you're eating sushi off of your partner's abs. In any case, there's some edible assistance involved.
4. Good clean fun; Whether it was work or play, you're feeling pretty dirty, and you need to clean up. Fortunately, someone else is there to make your bath or shower extra fun.
5. A love/hate thing; They're annoying, infuriating, or just someone you ought to hate -- but they're also hot. Despite bad blood, the two of you can't resist each other anymore.
6. Mysterious stranger; Sometimes you just don't want any strings attached. You don't know your partner's name -- you might not even know their face (masquerades and costume parties are great places to hook up), but all that matters is their body.
7. If you could see yourself; That mirror in the room certainly makes things more interesting. Have you ever wondered what you look like when you're getting down and dirty? Now you know.
8. You can leave your hat on; The clothes are what got you going -- so they're staying on. It may be just socks, it may be most of the outfit, but you or your partner are not taking it all off.
9. When you laugh; There's just something about their smile that makes you smile in return. Whether it's nerves, tickling, or just simple joy, at least one of you will be laughing a lot tonight.
10. Get some help; What's wrong with a little assisstance? Today, the two of you are including some friends in your fun -- plastic ones, that is. They come up with some interest sex toys these days.
11. Show me your teeth; Their skin tastes so good, you can't help but bite down. It may or may not leave marks, but you're going to be doing a lot of nipping this time.
12. A blank canvas; Feeling artistic? Well there's no prettier form than the human one, so you're including your partner in your creative efforts. Body painting, modeling, or any other creaive thing you can think of sound wonderful.

The Heavy Stuff;
13. Know your place; There's a big disconnect in your social position. Maybe one of you is the boss, a government official, or a teacher. Maybe one of you is quite literally owned by the other. Regardless, someone is in a position of power and will take advantage of it.
14. Take my breath away; There are a lot of ways to have control over someone. Taking away a basic function is a pretty effective one of these. Maybe you'll take away their sight or hearing -- maybe you'll steal the very air they breathe.
15. A pretty picture; It's going to be good, and you want to remember it. Photos or video will be taken of your bedroom exploits tonight, and it might not be for your eyes only. There's a big audience out there, isn't there?
16. You've been bad; Someone's crossed you, and you're going to make them pay -- in bed. Roleplay or not, this is angry sex with an element of punishment. Make sure they remember what happens when they piss you off.
17. Hurts so good; You can't help it if you want to see them in pain. Maybe they're as into it as you are, and maybe they aren't, but either way you're going to be rough. This could be anything from spanking to bloodplay.
18.The same blood; Maybe you're brothers or sisters. Maybe you're like brothers or sisters. Either way, your familial bond is being twisted in the most taboo of ways.
19. A business venture; Some people go to their lover for sex. Some people pay for it. One of you is in this for the money, and one of you is determined to get what you paid for.
20. Outside influences; It isn't that you like each other. It isn't that you're even interested in sleeping with them, but for some reason neither of you can control, you have to. You'd better make the best of it.

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[suicidemission]

He likes the look that she gives him, and he polishes off the drink that's sitting on the table between his hands.

"Yeah, too noisy," he agrees, pushing himself up to follow her. He doesn't give a fuck about what people say, what they think -- she and her bohemoth of a husband are open, who cares? Chuck's open, he's flexible, he's always had an open appreciation of both men and women and both had shared his bed on more than one occasion.

Just -- less so than others. After Pitfall, things were different and he'd distanced himself from everyone, let himself drift further and further away because what was living now that he had no purpose? Before, he hadn't had a lot of time to dabble -- too much going on, too much to perfect, too much training, though yeah, he'd engaged. Whatever. Meant nothing to anyone involved at the time. He followed after her, hands jamming into his pockets. People looked, but assumed little. It was just two pilots, Sasha and Chuck, heading back after a drink.

[hardhouse]

It's a look many have you received, but everytime has been different. Everyone of her partners have been different, and it's rare for them to get a second chance with her.

But the night is young, and she's not going to think on what might happen after. For now she leads the way, the crowd parting easily around her, her height, her build an advantage here. But it's more than that. It's in the very way she carries herself, even with the still healing scars to her body these days. She carries herself like a queen of old, more tsar than tsarina, and it's an air around her that makes people duck neatly out of the way.

The air outside is crisp, a welcome relief from the humid press of bodies in the club and Sasha stops to wait for him, inhaling deeply. It's better out here, with the cold fresh air, those feelings of claustrophobia and anxiety fading with each exhale.

"Where would you prefer we go," she says, loud enough for only him to hear when he catches up.

[suicidemission]

"Dunno. Don't care," he says. Fuck, his room, hers, the 'Dome, a fucking -- hotel, he doesn't know. He's not completely convinced as to what she's after so he's kind of playing it by ear, watching her actions, trying to read the body language she's giving off.

It's hard, 'cause it's fucking Sasha Kaidonovsky and she radiates badass way, way more than Chuck does and that's all he's ever gotten from her.

This new 'interest' is hard for him to comprehend and it makes him curious, pretty horny, and uncertain.

[hardhouse]

"Hotel then." Something a little more discreet, though if anyone were to catch them there there'd be a scandal. But she's seen his quarters, all militant and sparse and while she respects her own with Aleksis too much. There are limits with them, at a certain point.

She shoulders the bag she picked up on the way out, from the coat room, and gives him a dark, mischievous smirk before pushing him back towards an alley way. They have time, they'll get to a hotel but first she wants to give him something, a promise of more.

In the shadows, tucked away and with her hair undone for once they're not as recognisable. That's why she kisses him out here, equal height with him thanks to her boots, threading fingers through his hair as she pushes into the kiss, teeth nipping his bottom lip carefully before she pulls back, red lipstick not even smudged out of shape though there's some on his mouth now.

Again she smirks, and steps away, hailing a taxi. "Coming?"

[suicidemission]

"Fine."

Yeah, he gets it and it'd -- it'd be weird, going into her quarters, the ones she shares with her i>husband and suddenly he's not sure, a little uncertain because Aleksis is fucking big and Chuck's awesome but Aleksis could easily break him in half if he wanted to.

"Is this--"

And he's against the wall, her lips on his and she tastes like her drink, like lipstick and forbidden things and a little bit of smoke from the bar and -- well. Fuck it, he thinks when she pulls back and saunters off like it'd never happened. He trots after her.

"Yeah. I'm comin'."

[hardhouse]

It's always amused her, how people are more often afraid of her husband and not her. Sure Aleksis is huge, and his tendency to be silent doesn't help the image of him being a scary guy. But those who know them well enough know that she's the one to fear that Aleksis won't act for her unless she says so. She is the dominant pilot and he is her second.

"Hmm?" she shoots back, raising a brow at him as she opens the door to a taxi, slipping inside with grace. She waits for him, and while she does she gives directions to the driver, her Mandarin more clipped then her English, a third language and one she has not truly mastered aside from the various curses the triplets have taught her.

"Is this what?"

[suicidemission]

To be fair, Chuck's afraid of both of them. Sasha is intimidating as shit and Aleksis is enormous - and it's his wife that Chuck (21 year old Chuck Hansen) is getting into a cab with.

"Nothin'."

Nothing at all. He gets in, lets her direct (if Sasha's Mandarin is clipped Chuck's is atrocious), and sits back against the seat, stcrubbing a hand through his hair before glancing over at her.

[hardhouse]

She turns to him, studying him first. He can be quite easily read for some of the major issues, the problems with his dad the way his ego has only inflated over the years and the brokeness that comes with surviving when you thought you were most likely dead.

But its the more minor things that concern her. After all she wants him to enjoy this as much as she will. But she needs some slight trust, and she needs to be able to trust him

"This will not work if you do not tell me things, " she says finally, pushing blonde hair back. Her roots are starting to show, a darker blonde almost a light brown in truth but she'll worry about that another day. "Do not waste my time by biting your tongue Hansen. If you have concerns I need to know."

[suicidemission]

If there was anything about Sasha that Chuck liked (and really, there's quite a bit he does like, if he's going to be honest), it's her blunt directness. Not many people are that straight with him and he appreciates it.

"Was just wondering if this is okay." He doesn't know what the fuck her and Aleksis do in their personal lives. He has no idea how open their relationship is.

"Don't fancy gettin' my ass kicked."

[hardhouse]

She laughs at that, though she knows she shouldn't. But she hadn't been expecying that from a person who shared the same dome as her. Perhaps the rumours and stories haven't gotten around as mucj as they usually do. Or perhaps he's just chosen not to believe them.

"My husband knows." She shrugs slightly. "Is not his thing really but he understands. He will not be kicking your ass."

There's a twinkle of mischief in her eye for this next part. "Unless you want him to. He will if I ask."

[suicidemission]

Making sure is prudent in situations like this. You never know.

And that --

Well. That makes him turn bright red and he mutters something under his breath that isn't really words so much as it is an embarrassed grunt.

"Yeah, yeah."

[hardhouse]

Oh Chuck. So innocent how cute. She can only laugh again at the flush he gains, her hand gently as she taps him on the back. After all who knows what kind of mess is under there and really her arm isn't at full strength either. Probably never will be, not again.

"Later, perhaps." A smirk. "I do not feel like sharing tonight."

But that's a conversation for another time, the taxi pullibg up to the curb and Sasha slips out of the car, giving a few bills to the driver. He can keep the change she says, before turning and heading off to the lobby.

[suicidemission]

Hhhhaaaahaha oh God what has he gotten himself into.

And she'll see what kind of mess he is, if she ends up peeling his shirt off. It's 'healed', but it aint pretty.

When she slides out of the cab Chuck follows suit, cramming his hands back into his pockets and shuffling after her.

[hardhouse]

A great time, clearly.

She's no better herself, what with all the damaged Cherno suffered. There's circuitry burns all along her arm, shrapnel and burns scars on other places. The body of a woman who should have died but somehow didn't. The body of a survivor, like his.

She doesn't wait much for him to catch up, instead heading to the reception. It takes a few more clipped words, and some flashing of cash but these people know her and they know what will happen if they spread these things to the media. So it's not too hard to get a room, and she's heading off to the elevator, holding it open for Chuck.

[suicidemission]

He slides into the elevator after her, leaning against the wall and crossing his legs at the ankles.

Chuck can't really believe that he's doing this, but -- it doesn't stop him. Disbelief in something hadn't ever deterred him before and it wasn't going to start now. Nope.

[hardhouse]

She leans back herself, the perfect picture of patience. After all, while she trusts the hotel staff enough with this, there are other guests, and the last thing she or he needs is to be caught making out like teenagers in an elevator. She's far from that age and that excuse won't work for her.

It's not a long wait, all in all. Though perhaps to Chuck it feels longer, as they slide up the floors. The elevator stops finally, door opening with a ding and Sasha leads the way out, and up the hall to a room. It's not huge, nor is it opulent but there's a bed and that will do. The bed which she throws her bag on, slipping carefully out of her jacket, mindful of her shoulder, before she speaks.

"What are... your limits?"

[suicidemission]

He follows her in, shutting the door behind them and throwing the lock.

"Dunno," he says honestly. "Never had time to...experiment, yeah?" He's a lonely soul, a boy with no one that cared enough and who didn't care enough himself.

"Could...use a word?"

[hardhouse]

She's already moved to the bed to unzip her boots, kicking them off with careful grace. For now her socks hide the wreck that is a ex-ballerina's feet and for now she might leave them on.

Taking it slow, after all.

"Word is good, " she says with a nod, leaning back on her palms and studying him. "Pick one that you don't think is naturally going to come up."

[suicidemission]

A word that won't naturally come up in sex--

"Kaiju," he says flatly, shrugging out of his jacket and letting it drop on the chair. "Figure that'll do, yeah?"

[hardhouse]

"Yes, that will do," she murmurs, head tilted slightly. Definitely not a word that will organically come up between them during sex and definitely enough to make her pull back and stop when she hears it.

Sasha doesn't dig any further into the choice of word, instead, pushing herself back off the bed and crossing the floor with a grace that combat boots often hide. He's still giving her that vibe of a scared little rabbit, and that won't do. Won't do at all.

So she crosses the room to him, hands gently and careful as she rests them on his chest, slowly slipping up behind his neck and she draws him down and kisses him. Slowly again, teasing almost as she draws him in and judges what she can do against his reactions.

[suicidemission]

He figured that'd work. It's not like he's gonna be screaming out kaiju in the middle of fucking anyone let alone Sasha.

She comes over to him and yeah, he's still a little tense, still expecting her bear of a husband to burst in and crush his skull, but it doesn't happen.

Instead, she's kissing him, teasing him with her lips and tongue and he carefully slides his arms around her waist, pulling her tighter against him as he licks his way into her mouth.