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The Free Use World
— a sex meme

cw: taboo sex, dubious consent. potential for incest, objectification, and various other potential triggers.

For this meme, scenarios are considered part of the free use fetish if they take place in a fictional place which has "universal consent." In short, in this fantasy, everyone is consenting at all times. Sex acts are as common and socially-acceptable as shaking hands. No one bats an eyelash at the boss fucking an employee in the middle of a meeting, or a customer taking a barista over a table.

Sex can happen at any time, in any place, and all parties are okay with it.

By another definition, in a free use world, people are simply freely available for others to use sexually at all times. Though the context can vary wildly, in free use smut, anyone can walk up to anyone else and do whatever they like without consequence or fear consent violation. There's no need to hold back. Acting on one's urges is normal and even encouraged.

A common standard in this fantasy involves the receiving party ignoring how they're being used and continuing on with their task. Society as a whole treats sex very casually, and all parties are okay (or at least complacent) with sexual encounters.

As everyone understands and accepts the rules of this world, what might be considered non-con in other circumstances simply isn't a thing. Consider this world the opposite of a non-con fantasy; everyone is consenting and everyone is happy.

Which sounds great on the surface, maybe, but a world everyone consents all the time could easily lead to some dark themes. Things that would ordinarily be seen as taboo are now the norm, and that might take some getting used to.

Here are some extremely NSFW examples about how a world like this might play out: 1, 2, 3, 4 and an article.

how to play;

Leave a top-level for your character and your preferences and, potentially, a kink list. Preferences are super important here.
Just because the meme is about free use doesn't mean that everyone has to be okay with everything. Please make sure you're communicating OOC to create a thread that everyone can enjoy.
Have fun and get laid.

some options

busy They might be busy doing other things, like reading, or doing paperwork, or cleaning, but the laws of free use says they have to take care of you first. Let's hope they can multi-task.
power imbalance Ordinarily, someone so high up shouldn't be sleeping with someone beneath them. But here, it's fine.
incest When mom's away...
age difference In this world, it's not like you have any reason to try and resist going after the one you want, even if the age difference says otherwise .
sleeping Even while they're fast asleep, consent is consent.
public Sure, normally you shouldn't have sex on a crowded subway, but it's not like anyone is going to stop you.
private Wow, this personal art lesson did not go how you were expecting.
punishment Though, really, it's not THAT much of a punishment to be put out on display for everyone to take a turn. Maybe it's more of an honor in this society?
ius primae noctis It's not so bad to get a turn with the bride before her new husband does, is it?
cuckold So you're sleeping with someone's partner right in front of them. What's the big deal? It's free use!
sex toy With this kink taken all the way to the end, maybe you're nothing but a personal pleasure device for the people around you. No thoughts, just keep still and do your job.
act natural You might be in the middle of getting your brains fucked out, but you're still in a meeting/class/conversation/etc. You're going to have to try to participate when someone asks you a question.
wildcard You've got a whole, fully consenting world to explore!

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( interested in a fair amount of these prompts! let's plot something out first. )

[Coffee is such an enigmatic thing, truly. Many would claim too much of anything is obviously bad, especially when it comes to scents--too much perfume, too many seasonings are easily overpowering--yet you cannot seem to have an overabundance of the smell of coffee. The smoky, nutty aroma is omnipresent in the shop, suffusing the space so pungently, it's as though it means to usurp oxygen as something to breathe.

And yet that's just fine.

It alerts yet comforts in the same breath, tension immediately bleeding from the patrons who first step in and mean to stay a while. The sharp, electric grit of grinding beans, steaming milk, and pots poured provide a harmonious complement to the human element. A group of women gossipping about the aftermaths of their recent dates before they need to head off to class, baristas calling out prepared orders with no more volume than is strictly necessary, couples and friends sharing laughter, and even singular people who are content to watch the world beyond the glass. She commits this mundane snapshot of life to memory, finding it irreplaceably beautiful.

And then there's this guy.]

Mimin.

[Lessa sits across from the tall, tidy man typing with fluid efficiency at a laptop. Nanami types a hundred-eighty-seven words per minute on average, with a deviation that is so insignificant it does not even reach one percent unless there is significant outside obstruction. She knows, because she's secretly interfaced with his laptop and been counting, and then keeping every session of him doing so in her memory. (She also knows because she's been the source of those obstructions.) The one day he typed one-hundred-eighty-six she asked if he should not start looking at possibly retiring.

He didn't know what she was talking about, and her good material was utterly wasted, sacrificed on the altar of her secrecy, but it really only highlighted one fact of the highest, paramount importance, one that is being repeated now.]

Mimiiiiin, I'm bored.

[Her voice is rough with exasperation as she stretches her arms out across the table and rests her chin on the clean, polished surface, a slight chill tingling her skin at all points of contact until it eventually warms. Her own drink sits beside her, an avant-garde piece of art or an affront to the sanctity of coffee depending on who you ask. Piled high with whipped cream, chocolate shavings, shakes of cinnamon, wafers, and god knows how many flavour shots, syrups and sugar, one must wonder if there's coffee in there at all still, or it isn't merely a suggestion.

She reaches to start pushing the lid of his laptop sloooowly closed.]

[ The amount of distractions taking place in this small little coffee shop were above average. There were the typical sights and sounds of, well, a coffee shop. These were acceptable and things he expected when he chose to work on his reports in the shop today. Then there was... Lessa. She had found him and decided to tag along on his way to the coffee shop and while he didn't shoo her away immediately, he was starting to wonder if that was the right choice to make. He had told her that he had reports to fill out, warned her not to distract him but — well, here they are.

At the first sound of his name — or, well, not his name but the name she insists on using for him — he ignores it. He continues to write his report. His fingers do not stutter. But despite himself, his awareness is now attuned to Lessa and what she might want, feeling himself already grow exasperated at the tone of her voice and the slump of her figure. She's bored? Then leave, obviously, because he's not here to entertain her.

He'll continue to type, ignoring her all the way until she starts pushing the screen of his laptop closed. Then he lets out a sigh, deep and tired, before his eyes flick up over the screen to Lessa. He raises an eyebrow then and just stares at her for a good, long moment before finally speaking. ]

You know I came here to work. Not to entertain you.

[ From there he will lift his hands to adjust his laptop screen back in the right position, pulling it away from the reach of her hands at the moment so he can get back into the right position to continue to work. ]

[Lessa likes many types of people. Talk to someone long enough, and you're like to find something to find that's interesting about them, guaranteed. It's one of the few exceptions to her normally impatient tendencies; people are usually worth the effort to know. Still, while she is not about to examine the reasons behind them at all there are particular things and traits she likes just a little more, sometimes.

Nanami with his overly disciplined, straightlaced nature. Never a hair out of place, creases in his suits that you could cut your fingers on, aged fifty years at the moment of his conception.

Yeah. That just all does it for her, unfortunately.

She perks up and bats her eyelashes when he looks at her momentarily.]

Isn't multitasking a premium quality to have? [She sits up again.] Maybe something to add to your valuable ass--[She takes a long sip of her drink, innocently.]--ets.

[ The innuendo isn't missed at all when Lessa takes the sip of her drink and it takes everything in him not to roll his eyes during her considerable pause there. Instead, he finishes the sentence he's typing and takes a moment to save his document, just in case. Just. A feeling he has, is all.

And then he lets out a sigh, looking over his screen at her again and reaching out his hand to take his coffee in hand, still warm. Black coffee, of course, with nothing added. A contrast to her overly sugary concoction. ]

And what, dare I ask, should I multitask on? My reports and you?

[ He sips his drink. ]

[Gosh, what innuendo? Is that something she'd do? She is the picture of innocence, honestly.]

He learns! [She does jazz hands and claps.] Give the man a prize! What would you like?

[ Of course she is. There is a flat look here from Nanami in response to that though, in response to her, and he just sighs and sips his coffee again before setting it down. ]

I'd like to be left alone to continue my reports in peace. I still have another three to complete.

[ And then he'll be free to entertain her, maybe. Depends on his mood. ]

You'll hear nary a word from me for a while!

[She raises a hand in scout's honour fashion, and sips her drink before falling silent.

And stays silent! Seconds pass, and then perhaps minutes and all she does is watch people in the shop and keep drinking.]

[ ... Okay, that's suspicious. He's able to get through another report without her interference or distraction but by the time he's halfway through the second, he's starting to get a little paranoid. She hasn't done anything in a good few minutes now so, what's going on? What's the problem here?

He'll look up from his computer and narrow his eyes at her, just staring with a frown. ]

[She seems to be content playing a cozy game on her phone and drinking her drink being perfectly well-behaved and quiet. She does not even slurp! Whether or not she feels his stare as he looks up at her is not obvious, because her eyes on the screen. She appears focused on his task.

He may continue, unbothered, unaccosted, and in perfect silence--at least from her.

For another few minutes, anyway.

Because she then sets her phone aside when she completes the level, slides under the table and reaches to unzip Nanami's pants. Slowly.]

[ There is a sense of relief here when he feels like she may, truly, be letting him continue his work. He lets his gaze fall back to the computer and for a while, just focuses on completing the second report. Then he continues, the last report and he can give her his full attention — even if, in his opinion, she hasn't done anything to deserve it.

He's so focused on the report though that he hasn't noticed her slip under the table. It isn't until his legs shift a little and bump against her that he realizes something is amiss and then — ah, she's unzipping his pants.

Now, he doesn't have objections to the act — they've had sex before and sex in public before plenty of times. But he does object to the timing. ]

I still have a report to finish, Lessa.

So you do~

[Her hands do not stop or hesitate in the slightest. The tip of her tongue glides over her teeth in giddy anticipation as she considers the possibilities. She wonders what he'll do, if anything, at her interruption, but even should he do nothing, she still wins; she may have chaotic and impish behaviours, but she's not a selfish lover unless selfishness is precisely the point. Getting Nanami off and well is always reward enough.]

You need a better work-life balance, anyway.

[She's not precisely wrong, but she's conveniently ignoring the fact that by impeding the first she's delaying the second.

What she isn't ignoring is his cock which she's freed enough to start kissing.]

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[ If he was truly annoyed with her, or upset with her actions, he'd shove her off and tell her to go away. But he's not, not really. Even though this is definitely going to cause him to lose some working hours, he takes a moment to save his report just in case as he feels his cock pulled free of his pants.

It's a large cock, of significant size and girth, and she's had it many times before. He really should be less indulgent with her, he thinks. If she sees him and his cock as a reward for her petulance, then what is he doing to curb that? Nothing. Not a damn thing. That's his fault.

He sighs and sinks back into his chair, picking up the cup of coffee he's been drinking and taking a sip. As he does, his eyes flick down to her between his legs, kissing at his cock. He's starting to harden under her touches and he almost wishes he could stop himself from doing so, if only to prove a point. ]

I have a very healthy work-life balance. That's the point of doing these reports, so I can clock off early.

[ But she doesn't care about that, he knows. She cares about right now, in this moment, of entertaining herself. With him. He wonders if they'll fuck or if she'll just keep it to oral. This chair wouldn't be the most comfortable to fuck in but they could manage. They're not the only couple in this coffee shop indulging in one another — there's a pair on the couch, the woman giving the man a handjob. Not that Lessa and him are a couple, but still. So, this shouldn't be too much of an issue but he doesn't want to make a mess for the shop staff to deal with. ]

... You're only delaying that, in the end.

I suppose you'll have to write me up then, won't you?

[It's true, he does. She loves that for him genuinely, even as she must occasionally be the purple vibrator stuck in his well-oiled machine. She may be good, may only indulge herself with this, but he doesn't need to know that. Despite her impish attitude and ostensibly selfish impulse, there's nothing false about how looks at his cock with abyssal hunger, nothing selfish about her generous attention, how her lips stain his stiffening cock violet like a signature. If this were QC, Nanami's cock passes inspection with flying colours.

She reaches the base and her soft, clever fingers fondle his sack while she licks a long stripe upward to his crown. A rising tide of licentious memories begins to surge, rushing against her ankles and threatening to flood her mind. It's impossible not to think of other times they've fucked while she does this, but she sees no reason why she shouldn't. Sucking the jasmine and anise of good sake off Nanami's tongue, sparks dancing across her scalp when he pulls her hair, the roar of his heart beating in time with his thrusts as he pounds her into a wall, the pine of his cologne blending with great sex once they're done. She surrenders to the wave and an ache radiates between her thighs, panties dark and damp with arousal.]

But it's good to take breaks, y'know.

[He isn't stopping her and so she continues, her kisses evolving to wet sucks that smack audibly every time she does it, and her free hand travels to take him in her strong but soft hand, pumping twice, feeling his rising hardness and her excitement along with it. She lets go to Stars, she doesn't know what's going to happen, but what never changes is that knows she could do this all day.

She licks her lips and looks up at him through her thick lashes. They're lowered and show more of her dark eyelids as though revealing similar intentions. Her voice remains playful but carries undertones like an expensive cigar: smoky, sweet, and dangerous if indulged for too long.]

Or will you tell me that you do not want to see me swallow all of you, feel your cock pulse in my tight throat like it belongs there? Feel me empty drop you have--[She kisses his sack]--here like it's my job?

[And then, with put-upon irritation:]

And I have a deadline that I can't get an extension for because, it was supposed to be done two weeks ago but got dropped in my lap at the last minute, as if I didn't have already enough to do.

Like that?

[why are you like this]

[ This girl. He knows he's being teased, that she's a flip of a switch away from taking her hands off altogether and leaving him in this halfway aroused state with no reprieve if he doesn't say the right thing. And he will say the right thing, of course, because now they're in it and he doesn't want her to stop.

In fact, since he saved his report, there's no reason to keep his laptop open and very gently, he closes the lid and sits back in his chair. He'll pick up his coffee and take a long sip from it before setting the cup back on the table and he watches her as she pumps his cock, trails her lips across it. He can already see the smear of her lipstick against his skin and that's always, always a treat. ]

I never said any of that.

[ His hand reaches out then, pressing fingertips through her hair and settling on the back of her head. He pets her hair gently, with affection that gives himself away a little. ]

I will have to finish these reports today, so even if we start, we'll have to stop so I can finish. But I can take a break now and let you suck on me. Afterwards, I'll eat you out and then you'll let me finish my reports so we can go home and I can fuck you properly. Is that alright?

[ Said in the most soothing tone, like a parent trying to calm a child before they throw a temper tantrum. ]

[Lessa is fluid, adaptable, but this is tricky. She's getting what she wants, but the monkey's paw has curled into a fist and socked her in the jaw.

Honestly. He's so devastatingly attractive it is almost unfair. It is unfair.

She wants to pout. She does grumble something like 'stupid, sexy Mimin' under her breath while her heart skips a beat. Nonetheless, she leans into his touch with little hesitation, feeling her face warm with more than ardent lust. She enjoys many forms of play and different dynamics, and it isn't even that he's done anything grand--that's the entire problem. It's fun to win a sensual battle of attrition. But he's not doing that right now. He makes room in his busy day to give her what she wants, he strokes her hair as naturally as anything.

He is, actually, just the worst!]

You're a terrible man, y'know that? Awful. [Her breath hisses through grit teeth in petulant resignation, cool against his slick skin.]

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...Yes, of course. [Her voice grows quieter, softer.]

You, um, you don't have to...if you need the time.

[She could suck him off until her jaw would need to be wired shut for risk of falling off, but she often manages to slip out of having the favour returned.]

[ There is the softest huff of laughter at her petulance, a slight twitch of his lips upwards. Lessa is so... cute, really, which is why he indulges her so much. He knows half the reason she even pursues him so ardently is because he never says no to her, almost always gives in. He adores her and it's obvious in his touch, in the way he makes the space for her.

She really is lovely.

If he could reach, he would kiss her on the forehead right now in a soothing manner but she's still under the table, between his legs and his cock still hangs heavy and erect, pulled free from his slacks. So, all he can do is pet her hair and soothe with words. ]

I want to.

[ He knows she's slippery about letting him reciprocate sometimes, but he loves to eat her out when he has the chance to. He's definitely tied her up and just gone to town on her pussy for hours with his mouth, as both punishment and reward for being so slippery. He likes giving back as much as he likes receiving, after all. But right now, he knows it's about her wanting to suck on him, of course. ]

[WhhhhHHHHHhhhyyy do you haaaate heeeeeeeerrrrrrRR

How did they get hereeee? This was her impulse, how did he turn it on its head so? It's awful because she hears that soft huff and it makes her happy to hear him laugh because it's rare that he does that she's primed for it that much more, silences everything else in the Ambient for that breath of a moment, even when she shouldn't be because he's bullying her!!

And then he says he wants to and she wants to hide behind her hands, but she can't because she needs to keep stroking him. She's embarrassed. She's embarrassed and horny, because strength and power take many forms, but he's barely done anything but it's an assault on her nerves. She does not know which might explode first. She's soaked through her panties, but she has not had enough, not by far and her slick continues to drip from her in honeyed threads, a veritable puddle forming beneath her skirt.]

D-do you have to be so blunt about it?

[Her earlier bite was filled with squeaky, toy teeth, but she's dispensed with the pretense altogether and whines quietly instead. She is really, really, REALLY the last person who should say anything about bluntness, and perhaps she knows that or perhaps she wants to head off a response, because she isn't going to say anything else she is simply going to curl a lock behind her ear as she rises just far enough to take half of him in a single stroke.

'I want to.'

She rumbleswhines her frustration in her throat, the rough vibrations no doubt pleasant against him in spite of the irritation behind it. She wanted to take all of him. She can, but she's a little off her game at the moment and it is becoming swiftly apparent and in dire need of correcting.

So, she does.

In some ways, it is easier than the trial she envisions it to be because she has not stopped wanting him. Her failures all but melt away as she drives him deeper into her throat. She can manage, but it's always just a little bit of a challenge and she loves that. Loves to stand on the precipice of her skill and her limit, loves to feel herself stretch to take him.

Loves to feel so full.

He feels so hot, so ripe with pulsing life that it almost feels as though it exists independently of him. It hurts to take, but the searing heat burns and soothes in the wake of the ache. Saliva drips all around from the seam of her lips though it comes in uneven spurts and as she moves, because he fills her so tightly that there is barely room for it to spill at all. She paints his skin with more smudged colour as she goes (though oddly her lips remain as even with it no matter how much she does) and her hair curls and pools in his lap, spilling off his thigh as her plush lips continue to travel.]

Mmmm...mrmm....

[This feels amazing. She is not touching herself in the slightest, all her attention is on him, but it feel so--

ahh...of all times....

She feels herself drip, but from higher now, from the tips of her breasts. It is not showing through the fabric yet, but she knows it is only a matter of time if things continue as they are.]

[ And just like that, she's on him. Any objections she had, any quips ready to go, they all disappear in favor of her taking his cock into her mouth. She grumbles, of course, because she is absolutely terrible at receiving the praise and affection she deserves, and he feels it around his cock. It only pleases him more though and the hot twist of arousal builds inside of him as he thinks of what else they can do, what else they will do.

For now, he pets her hair. It spills around his thighs and covers her face and so he pushes it out of the way somewhat so he can watch her mouth wrap around his cock. He's achingly hard now and just thinking of what it'll look like later when he has her bouncing on his cock, her breasts moving in rhythm of his thrusts, her moans loud and unable to be ignored. This isn't a one way street of attraction, he wants her as much as she wants him.

He can feel her struggling to take in more of his cock, knowing that he's on the more... massive side of things and that this is typical for their times together. She needs to adjust, to relax her jaw, to take him in bit by bit. It's too hard for her to take him in all at once and he doesn't mind that either. Instead, he caresses her cheek with his palm and murmurs sweet praise for her — ]

Look at you. What a good girl.

[ She's almost got all of his cock in now and he isn't aware of the dripping from her breasts just yet. But when she does inform him, he'll be very pleased as drinking from her breasts is one of his favorite things in the world. For now, he strokes her hair gently and just watches as she continues to suck on him, continues to swallow around him, tries to take all of him in. The glazed eye look of pleasure on her face is intoxicating, makes him want to fuck her mouth and use her like that. But not yet, not yet. ]

[Lessa's eyes widen and her face makes tomatoes look pale at the praise. Her heart stutters so violently before it flutters urgently to catch up that it's a fight to keep herself restrained, and even then she's not entirely successful. More saliva drips in a gentle cough and her dripping folds twitch harshly, helplessly as she forces herself to recover. She's successful, but she whines softly with the effort, sucking deeply. The tone is devoid of dramatics and petulance, and instead submissive and bashful to have his acknowledgement.

She wants this. She wants to please, to be his good girl. Anything, anything at all.

She normally isn't so vulnerable out in the open, not out of any sense of pride--she's happy to submit if it's earned or if she's simply in the mood--but it is so easy for her to be overcome by it all that she knows she's going to have difficulty keeping her word. She feels a sheepish, powerful thrill knowing anyone could see them--they come here often and she's not usually so pliable, not like this, and even though it feels as though she could melt and make a mess of his very expensive shoes, she looks up at him through her long eyelashes before she swallows him the rest of the way, her lips kissing his skin.

She holds him there. The stillness is deceptive because the rhythm continues within and without. It's in the throb of his cock, the tender stroke of his fingers, the yawning ache of her cunt, the heat radiating through the whole of her, the storm fomenting in her mind that threatens to tear her reason asunder.

She is keen to let it.

She lifts herself up, a dark ring of lipstick marking her place like a proud parent might as their child reaches a new height milestone. She enjoys the slide, the ease. That he stretches her to her limit only reaffirms that she is meant to sheathe him. Her tongue presses flat against his shaft, the silver stud adding a different texture as she makes her way back to the crown.

Though she never goes so far as to let him go. That is unconscionable.

It's delicious though, he always smells so good, and the scent of coffee blending with sex is comforting, even if she will not allow herself to grow complacent. She takes him down once more, imagining the obscene bulge her throat must be making to house him. She continues that pace, at first to ease herself into it, then to savour, but at last she grows faster by increments, still mindful of his time.]

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