Sexy Indulgences

[buckingham]

THE SEXY INDULGENCES MEME


So, there's a position, kink, fetish, scenario, what have you that would really get their engine going. It should be a simple matter of asking their partner to indulge them, right? Well, not so fast. Maybe they're too shy, too prudent, too awkward. Perhaps there just haven't been a good moment to ask, or their partner turned them down before.

Now, though, their lover is going to do what they've wanted so much. A gift for their birthday? A reward? Doing it because it sounds fun? Doesn't matter, gonna have sex.

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character, preferences, and if they're the one having the kink, willing to indulge the kink, or both! You might also want to put what kinks your character could provide.
• If the kink is theirs, put it in your comment. It can be an IC or an OOC kink. Feel free to mention multiple ideas.
• Reply to others.

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Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman: The Secret Service) OTA

[formerself]

[Castmates, spies and previous threaders, please! Will probably be the indulger - roleplay, dom/sub, S&M, puppy play and feminisation are faves but I'm open-minded, let's talk.

My no's are scat, roleplayed dubcon/noncon and anything likely to cause permanent injury. Femdom mandatory for M/F.]

[rickitikitarr]

After their conference, life sort of kicks into gear for a bit. Eggsy is sent overseas. Ricki begins a new job- in London, yes, but trying nonetheless, in the way that it's always an adjustment to shift to a new schedule for a bit. They get time together, but it's more tried and true than it is sexually adventurous. Admittedly, their vanilla is more of a vanilla swirl, but the puppy gear stays in the bottom of the suitcase that neither of them has had much energy to unpack.

Until, that is, they roll around towards an anniversary, and Ricki brings it up over microwaved dinner in front of tv news.

"Darling, can we make plans on Saturday?"

[formerself]

Eggsy pauses with a forkload of noodles halfway to his mouth. Usually Ricki is at least somewhat specific about the plans he wants to make, so it's curious and immediately interesting when he's this vague.

"Yeah." He quickly puts his noodles away and doesn't really chew. "What kind of plans?"

[rickitikitarr]

"Something sexy."

He decides, shifting to rest a knee against his, while he leans back into the corner of the sofa.

"Something- with some dynamic in it. Maybe that puppy play?"

[formerself]

Eggsy flushes, and his whole affect goes a bit loose and slack.

"Yeah, I - shit, I'd like that. When it didn't happened round the conference, I wasn't sure..."

If Ricki still wanted it, if he regretted agreeing to it. But he knows that's a failure to communicate on his part.

"I'm sorry, I should of asked."

[rickitikitarr]

"No, no."

He promises.

"I meant to. I have been meaning to, at least five different nights- but trying something new like that, I think you need to be really up and awake and ready for it." And, he may as well admit, since they're learning to talk to one another; "I was a tiny bit nervous. But Saturday, I think-"

[formerself]

Eggsy smiles back. He's experienced now, but Ricki has years on him and always will - so it's an undeniable relief when Ricki professes nervousness or uncertainty. He feels so much less alone, that way.

"Saturday," he agrees. "And we're not, like - I don't wanna eat dog food or anythin' like that," he says, a typically blunt opener for negotiation.

[rickitikitarr]

"No. It's our anniversary, I'm cooking something nice."

Says Ricki, immediately.

"Where and how you eat it is up for negotiation, but if anything, it'll be me handfeeding you morsels, and even that's up for negotiation. We can eat together and start after dinner."

[formerself]

"I've thought about that," Eggsy says, and the flush on his face is a little softer now. "Kneeling next to you while you feed me. I want that."

[rickitikitarr]

"I do too."

He murmurs, reaching out to squeeze his knee, asking;

"What are the snapshots you have in your head, of it? The things you do, or I do, that make it something you keep coming back to."

[formerself]

"Putting a collar on me," Eggsy tells him. "Tugging it, when I don't do what you want, or I don't do it like you like. Talkin' to me like I won't really get big words, like I just need to be told what to do."

[antiquus]

It has been a long, desperately dull week at the Kingsman HQ. Harry has little patience for petty crime - business that should be dealt with by national security, but never is - although he supposes that only a madman would wish turmoil upon the world as a cure for his own boredom. Recovering from V-Day was the absolute pits (his vanity hadn't handled the skin grafts at all well) and rehabilitation had been downright upsetting at times, but now that he's been cleared for active service he's itching to be assigned to something juicy.

The unfortunate fact of the matter is that he harbours a terribly selfish streak. Merlin had no doubt hoped that his friend and colleague would mature away from his need to be in the field ('it's the attention you love, isn't it?'), but as his youth fades his need to feel wanted has only become stronger - and harder to manage. In short, Harry Hart is a colossal peacock who isn't being given enough work to fan his feathers ...

But as luck - or perhaps steady persevere from his very own rising star - would have it, what Harry does have is another way to get the attention he needs.

"Good evening, Eggsy."

Harry smiles, but doesn't look up from his folded newspaper. He wrapped up his reports when Eggsy texted him to let him know he was on his way over - uninvited, as usual - and has been doing The Sun's crossword in the kitchen for a good ten minutes or so. Today's theme is infamous reality television stars, and he's two names from completion.

"There's something for you in the living room. On the coffee table."

In an elegant black box, lined with ivory satin, and bearing the Coco de Mer stamp. Inside is a chemise of exquisite pale peach lace (complete with matching thong) and a pair of nude silk stockings, as well a small velvet pouch containing a solid gold cockring with incised rose detail. It isn't Eggsy's birthday, nor is it an anniversary of sorts, but Harry can be stupidly decadent when he wants to be - and he wants to be. They should go very nicely with his other things: the rich tan lipstick and the gossamer-light eyeshadow, in particular.

Harry does so enjoy dolling Eggsy up so that the boy can admire his handiwork, after all.

"Go ahead - take a look."

[formerself]

This is, of course, the kind of thing Eggsy thrives on. He has money now. Dean's in prison. His mum and sister are set up in a lovely little house in Wimbledon and they don't want for anything. His material needs are negligible, now. Harry's back. And he has no recognition of what Harry really did to him. When Eggsy told him he had nothing to lose - he hadn't realised then that Harry had burnt his every bridge. He still doesn't.

He sees Harry as the man who gave him everything he has. Who let him shed his former self and become something greater, something better. And while he's not consciously repaying Harry with their relationship, for what it is, he's glad that they're together. For reasons that aren't wholly and entirely...

Healthy.

And when Harry brings him gifts, Eggsy feels honour bound to try them out. Not under duress - he honestly does like it, doing this, all the new things they're learning together.

He peeks in the box and instantly his face turns hot.

"Oh. Oh, fuck, Harry." He glances up, bottom lip between his teeth. "What's the occasion?"

[antiquus]

Harry doesn't answer immediately; he's half-way through an elegant 'K A T I E P R I C E' and generally prefers not to leave important business unfinished. When the last 'E' has been filled in, however, he puts the cap on his fountain pen and sets both paper and tool aside.

"Need there be one?" He arches a fine eyebrow as a pleasant little smile settles on his lips, and laces his fingers together over his primly crossed legs. "I saw those and thought of you, is all. I'm not in the habit of waiting for a momentous occasion to give gifts."

His hand unfold briefly so that he can fuss over a crease in the sleeve of his cashmere cardigan.

"Do you like them?"

[formerself]

"Yeah, I - yes, Harry," he says, looking up from the elegance and the filth of it. He isn't used to this, either. Just feeling....spoilt, on a whim. Not having anything expected of him in turn.

Though he wants to give, all the same.

"You want me to, um. Go an' try this lot on?"

As if there's half a chance it won't fit.

[antiquus]

Harry smiles properly this time, indulgent and pleased.

"If you would. I'd like to make sure it's a good fit."

But he's had the same thought as Eggsy: they both know it's going to fit, and beautifully, because Harry has an unnerving eye for sizing.

"Would you like a drink to return to?"

[formerself]

Which makes it clear that he's going to be coming back downstairs, that Harry won't be joining him upstairs. It feels dirtier that way, undeniably so, and the first shivers of lust are going through him now with increasing intensity.

"Yeah, please."

He picks up the box, then pauses to ask one more question.

"D'you want me downstairs, or..."

Or does he want his girl, his tart.

[antiquus]

Harry tilts his head ever so slightly as he pretends to consider the question.

"It's been a while since I last saw my lovely girl," he replies, Iight and conversational as always. "I've missed her."

He stands and moves over to the fridge where he has a bottle of Prosecco chilling in the door. Again, no occasion, but if there's one thing he's learned during his time at Kingsman it's that women go fucking crazy for Prosecco. It's an apropos drink for the mood.

"... Oh, and leave the ring."

[formerself]

He leaves the ring.

"Be quick as I can."

When Harry wants his girl, that takes a lot more prep. He showers and shaves - all over - and makes sure his hair has a little more softness and volume. He puts on makeup - mascara, eyeshadow, a light slick of lipstick and the slightest dusting of blush across his cheekbones.

And then the lingerie. It's not Harry's only such lavish show of generosity, but it's still a rare pleasure to feel this kind of quality against his bare skin. Without the ring, he's half-hard from anticipation alone.

He curls his toes in the stockings for a moment, judging his own reflection, then takes a deep breath and heads back downstairs.

"...hiya, Harry," he says, uncharacteristically shy at the doorway.

[antiquus]

While he's not sure anyone would ever describe him as a patient man, exactly, Harry has all the time in the world when when it comes to Eggsy's transformation. He's an extraordinarily attractive young man - only a fool would deny it - and Harry is very fond of the the rush that comes from fucking and being fucked by him, but when they play like this ...

Gods. All right, so he might have a little 'Thing' for beautiful boys being beautiful girls for him. He takes extra care to close the curtains - thin, magnolia, but enough to do the job of keeping any peeping toms at bay - for a little extra privacy.

The soft voice behind him is a wonderfully welcome sound.

"Eggsy," he greets her, warm and clearly delighted to see her hovering there in the doorway. Harry doesn't go to her; rather, he leans back against the bench and extends a hand towards her, inviting her in to the kitchen properly.

"Come here, darling. Let me see you."

Harry Starks (The Long Firm) M/M

[likeshowbusiness]

[Younger men - 16-25 - preferred. Harry will almost certainly be the indulged and is very much a top so let's talk about scenarios!]

haru | no thank you!!! | ota

[beandaifuku]

[ Rewards are RIGHT up his alley. ]

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m

[snarkycomments]

[He has a thing for werewolf related kinks, marking, knotting, the like but he'd also be open to indulging someone he liked.]

Saizo | Fire Emblem Fates/IF | ota

[hatessweets]

[Preference for castmates, but I enjoy cross-canon! I enjoy size-kink, power play (I would totally dig Ryoma/Saizo, for one example,) bondage, and, well, there's so many to list. I should make a kinks list for this guy. I also personally have kinks for cardiophilia and audiophila.]

Weiss Schnee | RWBY | m/f pref, ota for castmates

[whiteas]

[ Will probably be the one indulging, since she's typically either ice queen-y or the one to get what she wants. ]