#Enthusiastic Consent

[ultravioletbrit]

“fog” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 302 words

NSFW: sexual content / semi public sex

James slides his hands up Regulus’ back lifting his shirt and Regulus doesn’t hesitate to let him take it off. Regulus removes James’ shirt as well and runs his hands over James’ muscles, unconcerned with the thin layer of sweat on his chest and stomach. James grabs Regulus’ waist and pulls him closer and when their hips meet, they both gasp before fiercely crashing their lips together.

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They’re in the back of James’ car, and if the fog on the windows doesn’t give away what they’re doing, the loud moans Regulus can’t contain certainly will. It’s late and they’re parked in a secluded outlook surrounded by trees, but this is one of the best areas for stargazing, so there’s always a chance someone might see the car.

Regulus is fumbling with James’ belt as James is working open mouth kisses down Regulus’ neck, shoulder and collarbone. Once both of their belts, buttons and zippers are taken care of, Regulus puts both hands on James’ shoulders and pushes him back slightly. James tries to lean back in, but Regulus holds him in place.

“How do you want to do this?” Regulus pants against James’ lips.

“I don’t care.” James eagerly catches Regulus’ lips again.

“I need these off now, James.” Regulus mumbles as he pulls on the waistband of James’ jeans.

James easily picks Regulus up and sits him beside him on the seat. They both shimmy out of their jeans and boxers and Regulus is straddling James again in a matter of seconds.

“Better?” James asks with a smile. Regulus can only nod because James already has his hand on the back of Regulus’ neck pulling him in for another messy kiss.

James’ other hand is sliding down between their bodies and suddenly any thoughts of someone finding them leave Regulus’ mind.    

[fishyvamp]

I Will Own You

Day 4 of Kinktober 2024

Dead by Daylight Pairings: Frank and Joey | The legion X F!Reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ MDNI Word count: 1.5k+ CW: Knife play, degradation, blood, threats Summary: You have intentionally pissed off two members of the legion and look at that they want their dues. Prompt: Praising and degrading | “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Ao3

This was fuckin’ insane, Joey had thought as he pinned the newest killer to the wall, you. You had been taunting the two since they first laid eyes on you. Your cocky grin, carefree easy attitude, and constant bragging about being so much better at the trials set the two of them off in ways that they hadn’t been pushed before. It didn’t help that you had the uncanny ability to copy just about any killer's MO just by watching them, often wearing masks made to look like the killer you were copying. It pissed Joey off, but Frank… he wanted to own that, to own you.

The feeling only amplified because you were wearing a mask that looked like a patchwork of Joey’s and Frank’s right now. Letting them know you had just gotten a 4k stealing their tactics. “Like it?” you purred unphased by the decently sized man who pinned you to the wall by the collar of your hoodie.

Frank just laughed, “Fuckin hell bitch, if you wanted us, all you had to do was ask.” the smile was evident in his voice even if you couldn’t see it behind his mask. Joey just shook his head. “This isn’t funny, Frank.” malice dripped from his voice as he stared you down. Frank sighed placing a hand on the other legion’s shoulder. “Why don’t we have her pay us for using our likeness.” the words felt dangerous, but exactly what you wanted. “Happily,” you chirped a wide grin hidden underneath the mask. Joey let go letting your feet finally meet the floor. “On the couch, arms on the back, ass in the air,” Frank commanded watching you a bit too excitedly scramble to comply shaking your ass in front of them. “Good girl,” he cooed. 

“Fuckin slut more like,” Joey spat walking up first, hands tracing the curve of your ass. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had been wanting this for a while too. Frank and him having late nights over shitty beer talking about what they’d do if they ever got their hands on you. The taller legion’s hand teased the edge of your waistband pulling it down enough to expose your panties to the cold winter air of Ormond. A damp spot already forming as he traced the outline of your slit applying pressure as he brushed your clit. 

You yelped loudly as Frank came up next to him smacking your ass laughed at the way it rippled. “Just perfect,” Frank's words came out breathy as he pulled out his knife. The tip of it drags along the center of your crotch causing a hitch in your breath. Joey steps away for Frank to work eyeing his friend suspiciously. “How easy it would be to carve you up and make you nothing but a bloody mess? You walked right in and taunted us, but I know you’re a good girl aren’t you Copycat? You’ll listen to us and play nice right?” the knife trailing up your back before pressing against your throat yanking your head back by your hair. You swallowed thickly nodding your head. “Good girl,” he purred. Letting your hair go and pulling the knife away only to feel him cut a slit in your panties exposing your dripping folds.

“Like I said she’s nothing but a whore,” Joey growled taking Frank's spot behind you, his hands now bear tracing the edges of your folds applying pressure, but refusing entrance. The tall of the two was taking his time watching your twitches and whining as he moved. Growling lowly he threw off his mask, “Eyes front.” he hissed watching as you tried to look behind. 

Joey bent down tongue licking a thick strip against your heated sex feeling the enlarged clit under his tongue. His hands spreading your ass apart allowing him to go deeper sucking and lapping as he went. Frank just gave a hearty laugh as he moved to your front undoing the front of pants as he pulled out his cock. It wasn’t particularly girth, but it had length, “Be a good girl and take it all.” he cooed lifting your mask so those pretty lips of yours were exposed.

Complying easily you opened wide feeling as Frank slowly thrusted in and out, going deeper each time as if to let you kind of adjust. Joey seemingly got more aggressive as his sucking turned to gentle bites tugging at bits of flesh every so often. “You want to do that, Thing?” Frank asked pausing long enough to point at something. You couldn’t tell what, but a whine hummed against the cock now pressing down your throat as the warmth of Joey’s breath left you. Legs shaking slightly. “Don’t worry Copycat.” Frank cooed stroking your face as he began to move again. “Joey’s just getting something special.” your skin prickled as you felt a cold blade against your thigh the sharp blade cutting into your flesh as hot fluid began to drip down. 

“God, you are nothing but a slut. I cut you just a little and I see your pathetic hole clenching around nothing. No self-respect, I swear.” Joey growled shoving two fingers into you harshly pushing you hard against Frank, his cock going deeper causing you to gag and clench around the fingers that were curling and twisting as the aggressive killer began to stretch you. “You like this don’t you, having two men using you like a fuckin’ toy. I will admit you’re warmer and better than a Fleshlight. But that’s not saying much.” His words are harsh, especially against the praise that Frank kept giving. Not that you could complain as the pleasure had been slow building and nice. 

Frank was just enjoying himself. Using your throat for his pleasure, “If she’s nothing but a toy just stick in already.” he laughed a bit too loudly. His thrusts became more aggressive hitting the back of your throat over and over again. The thought already had your cunt grip Joey’s fingers more even as they stopped. You felt so empty as he pulled away, but it was only for a moment before you felt something press in, something much larger and thicker than his fingers. Large low-hanging balls smacked your clit as Joey’s cock pressed in harshly slow but sharp thrusts pushed inside you. You were whining and moaning tears staining your cheeks at the feeling of being speared on both ends felt like too much and not enough.

Frank just laughed feeling your throat tighten each time Joey thrust in the two of them enjoying themself. Their pace was in sync one pulling out as the other thrust in over and over again. It was too much your core snapping at once as you felt yourself gushing around Joey’s length a wave of ecstasy clawing its way through your system as the world around you spun the feeling of both cock thrusting in and out of you only dragging the feeling on longer.

The moment passed and you felt limp, but they weren’t done, “Fuckin’ slut, that’s all it took?” Joey scoffed as he picked up his pace not caring to maintain pace with Frank who was still lazily thrusting in and out of your throat. “You get off so fuckin’ easy don’t you, having two angry killers using this useless cunt. Drooling from both ends, I oughta tie you up and put you on display for the others. Let them know how easy you are. I’m sure they’d love that, love to see a slut so eager to put out.” he was leaning forward now hand around your throat tightening it around Frank's hard member.

“I bet some of them would love payback for you stealing from them. What better way then letting them use your Slutty little pussy.” his words came out rough and strained. Frank’s pace had picked up as well, your mind becoming mush as he continued to degrade and taunt you. “Fuck Joey, you want to tighten just a bit more,” Frank grunted pushing deeper. Joey chuckled darkly, grip becoming firm as his pace faltered just a bit. He was close and by the twitch in your mouth so was Frank. The two of them groan loudly as they finish almost in sync, filling you up as their cum shot deep inside you. The three of you collapsed as their collective climaxes faded. They pulled out softly, watching the way their cum dripped down both sets of lips.

“Good girl,” Frank cooed tucking himself back in before moving to the front of the couch. Joey pulled your pants off the rest of the way sitting down on the couch and pulling you close against his chest. Frank happily moved on top of you laying his head against your chest and playing a little bit with your tits. You finally looked down at your thigh where Joey had cut, their initials carved in the flesh angry and red. Noticing you squinting at it Frank chimed in, “I won’t apologize for having you marked up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Joey hummed in agreement. “You’re ours now, no one is allowed to touch you without our say. Now get some rest, we’re just getting started.”

[logandria]

I wonder if plants feel pleasure as we pluck their berries and spread their seed, willing participants in their elaborate sex acts

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

OK so we're all here for "Yes, $honorific."

But "OK!" and enthusiastic nodding is lovely in its own right.

You don't need a structure or a hierarchy or ritual to agree, or accept, or simply comply. It's just a simple, easy, fun thing. "Be a doll and..." "OK!", heart eyes and all.

Because it's just nice and normal and wonderful. Not in that post-brainwashing, new-brain, "why wouldn't you just do as you're told?" way, either.

It's just simple and lovely and "OK!"

Because you're already all brainwashed, and nodding and "OK!" and hopping right to feel great all on their own.

Now be a doll and agree.

[spacedocmom]

Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom Enthusiastic consent, proper protection, and flared bases are all important for a joyful event for everyone involved. emojis: eggplant, peach, taco, melon, black heart, rainbow of hearts, masked, spoon 5:18 PM · Jun 16, 2024

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[elhopper1sm]

Snowjanus conflicting desires.

Sejanus likes enthusiastic consent and dual climaxing with Coryo at the same time. Coryo doesn't feel comfortable with dual climaxing because he's still in denial about being MLM so he likes to imagine there's force or coercion involved to make it seem less strange or to deny his own queerness. Anyone else?

[ajthemenace]

Annoucment | Soldier of Fortune - New Fic Coming Soon

A new Mandalorian fanfic is coming soon. Official release date TBD, but soon!

Summary: A year after the fall of the Empire, Din Djarin recieves a lucrative bounty on behalf of criminal syndicate Black Sun. Desperately in need of work, as the New Republic has temporarily suspended paying for bounties, he takes the job... but the target, Tav Moonraker, offers him a much bigger payday in exchange for keeping her out of Black Sun's clutches. Now Din Djarin is stuck with a partner he can't trust... And that he can't stop thinking about.

Notes: Tav is LOOSELY based on River Tam (Firefly), but some notable differences will be her age (Tav is 28, River is 16-18) and her mental state. Tav is in control of her mental facalties and able to consent.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFMC

Warnings: Self indulgent and very nerdy (I love Star Wars almost as much as Pedro Pascal, so this is a very sweet spot of hyperfixation for me), Violence, Sex/Spice, Discussions of Abuse and Trauama, and some light depictions, cruelty to animals (discussion and light depictions, but the animals are all saved and avenged!), disucssions of sexual violence (NO DEPICTIONS).

Stay tuned!

[wwdits-kink-meme]

Nandermo. Good old fashioned bodyswap au. Maybe it was the witches, maybe it was Laszlo's experiments gone wrong, doesn't matter. It's weird at first because suddenly there's no pain for Memo's back, he's taller, etc., and Nandor is taken aback by the things Memo feels all the time as a human (heartbeat freaks him out for a moment?). Naturally the only way to swap back is to get to experience each other in this new way. Enthusiastic consent and established relationship preferred.

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[rebelmeg]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Pepper Potts, Developing Relationship, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Trust, Important Conversations, Cute, Fluff and Humor, Awesome Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Explicit Consent Summary:

A few weeks into Pepperony’s new relationship, Pepper’s heat comes early. And they haven’t talked about it yet.

Notes: For my @tonystarkbingo​ square A1 – a trope you’ve never done before, @lyricalescape​ bingo square B3 - "You chased my soul down, my heart is turned around", and my @mfbingo​ square N4 - Damsel in Distress!

You read that right, it's my first foray into A/B/O, and I actually had a really fun time finding new ways for Pepperony to be sweet with each other.

[cyberrat]

85th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Kent/Sam – Part ½ – teasing; consequences of that teasing; aggressive with enthusiastic consent – Sam has been poking the bear for a while now. Kent finally notices.

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“Nnmmm… Daaad…”

Kent’s eyes snap over toward Sam when he hears the frankly… obscene sound coming out of him. What he’s presented with his Sam’s ass, clad only by a ratty pair of shorts. It’s the middle of the Summer which explains that… but him hanging over the backrest of the armchair, folded practically in half and thrusting his behind at his old man while moaning like that… well that is unexplainable. At least to Kent.

His fingers curl a little tighter around his can of soda – nothing alcoholic; not for him.

“What is it, son,” he hears himself say as if through cotton stuffed in his ears. His gaze is stuck on the crease of Sam’s ass clearly outlined by his shorts. Are those even his shorts anymore? They look tiny. Like they could and should have long been given over to Vincent.

“I’m bored.”

Kent blinks slowly. Sam’s knees shift further apart without any need to do so. He’s arching his spine, ass lifting up like some common… twink in a porn. Kent’s mouth opens but no sound comes out.

Things that had not really registered to him as weird before suddenly pop into his head.

How clingy Sam has been since he’s come back from deployment. How he’s been insisting to kiss Kent on the cheek first thing in the morning. How those kisses have migrated closer and closer to his mouth… first with him thinking that Sam simply got sloppy but now-

Yeah. Sloppy. The kid- no. Young man. Apparently got very sloppy during Kent’s time away.

He drags a slightly trembling hand over his mouth and down his chin. Leaning forward, he places his soda with a soft click on the table.

“You are, aren’t you,” he hears himself say again and honestly doesn’t know where he gets the audacity from. Maybe Sam hears the odd tinge to his voice as he slowly lifts his head and turns it a little, peeking over his shoulder. His eyes are painfully blue.

Kent stands up. His gaze flicks toward the window, automatically checking the time. Jodi and Vincent have only left an hour ago to drive into Zuzu City. They would be gone for the whole day.

He pauses for a moment when he realizes what he’s thinking. He… shouldn’t, quite honestly. Hesitating, he takes a step back, almost sitting back down before Sam suddenly pipes up again: “Can’t you play with me, daddy?”

Kent’s blood pressure shoots up immediately. He stares at Sam whose shoulders are starting to look pink with a flush of excitement. The tips of his ears are painfully red – and he’s still arching his ass up. Waiting.

Kent remembers last night when brushing his teeth and Sam just wandered back into the bathroom, just… hanging out. The back of his hand brushing Kent’s clothed cock through his pyjama pants. It had not occurred to him then, too. But thinking back to it now, he’s pretty much fled the scene after, without having done anything at all.

Why did he come into the bathroom last night?

Well isn’t it obvious now?

Kent licks his lips. He starts to step around the living room table, eyes locked on Sam’s perky little ass and how many freckles there are on the small of his back and the backs of his thighs.

What a… tease.

“No,” Kent rasps. He reaches out before he can think better of it, grabbing a hold of Sam’s hip, fingers digging firmly into his skin. Sam is no kid anymore. Hasn’t been for a long time. How much he’s been gagging for dick making that more obvious than anything else, really.

Kent’s frown deepens, his heart rate picking up some as he finds himself getting annoyed with Sam’s attitude, especially when he starts whining and turning his head to look at him. He did not raise a whiner.

Kent’s other hand reaches up and grabs Sam’s hair. It’s longer than Kent would like but he needs to keep in mind that Sam’s not in the military. Which is good. Better for everybody.

The sound Sam makes, though, when he pulls on it; that catty little mewl, accompanied by the slutty lift of his ass. Presenting himself. To his own father.

Kent’s blood pumps faster still. Hotter. He does not know if he wants to beat his ass into obedience – something he’s never done – or do… something else.

Maybe give him something to mewl over. Make him realize that he shouldn’t play with fire if he can’t stand the heat.

It’s a fucked up thing to think but well. Things have been different since coming back home. Jodi hasn’t…

He’s got needs and apparently his son is the only one more than willing and eager to fulfill them-

Kent grabs Sam’s shorts and rips them down. They are so small they get stuck around his thighs, digging into the flesh and making it look more plump and juicy than it already is.

His ass is as freckled as the rest of his body. Kent stares down at the dark crease of his ass, the grip in Sam’s hair becoming lax for a moment until the young man apparently gets over his own shock at the current developments and reaches back, his trembling fingers grabbing his own cheeks and spreading them open.

Kent’s eyes go wide. It feels like they are about to pop out of his damn skull. His grip turns hard as steel until Sam hisses with the pain radiating off his skull. Kent barely notices – and truly doesn’t care as he stares at Sam’s boypussy. It’s pink and supple looking… and glinting vaguely wet.

Kent snorts. He grabs one of Sam’s wrists and twists his arm up behind his back until the other cries out, this time in actual pain as he awkwardly rolls his chest against the backrest of the armchair, trying to alleviate the pressure on his joint.

“D-Dad!” he squawks out, his blue eyes worried as he glances behind himself.

Kent has let go of his hair, working on his pants as he stares with a tight expression back at his son.

“Do you think that’s enough?” he asks him in a gruff voice. He can see the gears in Sam’s head turning without getting any grip. He’s just staring at him with one of those pretty blue eyes and trying to make his brain work when all his blood is already down in his cock.

“Do. You. Think. That. Is. Enough?” Kent reiterates slowly, enunciating every word in a sharp cadence that has Sam slightly flinch. After the last word, Kent lets his cock slap against the crack of his son’s ass. It lies there heavy and fat, thick veins snaking along its sides and throbbing with need. His nuts have felt swollen to the point of aching for weeks now.

He’s been patiently waiting for his wife to get comfortable with him back in the house… but maybe he’s just needed to… expand his horizons a little bit. Apparently he’s had a willing hole right there the whole time.

Sam’s face goes slack when he feels the cock rubbing slowly through his crack. Kent lets go of his arm and instead of flailing his way away and bringing distance between the both of them, Sam just curls it around the backrest he’s leaning on, holding on.

Waiting. Anticipating.

“Oh fuck,” the young man whispers.

Kent drags his tongue over his teeth.

“You’ll find out it isn’t enough.”

[wwdits-kink-meme]

A few years into his familiarship, Guillermo and Nandor are both playfully intoxicated after their respective drinks one night, and conversation comes up that leads to Guillermo admitting to having next to no experience kissing. Nandor offers himself to practice on, obviously very platonically and professionally-- nevermind the ensuing fondling and groping and grinding on one another shortly into the "lesson". Full consent and lots of tipsy giggling please!

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[hellcheerficdatabase]

they say a stitch in time saves nine

Author: Anonymous

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

It’s not like she’s spent every waking moment trying to imagine what it would feel like to sling one of those things on her hips, if they can be used on guys, too, or if it’s just a thing girls use with each other. She’s just. Thinking about it. Like, a lot.

She remembers being told that she’s a hands-on learner.

Naturally, she needs to get her hands on one of these things.

Chrissy, in search of a strap-on, seeks out Eddie Munson. He ends up being more helpful than she thought possible.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, Chrissy has a crush on Eddie, Eddie has a crush on Chrissy, Chrissy is soft for Eddie, fluff, smut, what is plot? we don't know her only p*rn, enthusiastic consent, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed

[gamerwoman3d]

Guys, y'all, I'm starting to think I have a consent fetish. Or rather an enthusiasm fetish.

I've always known that if someone ain't just as enthusiastic about the sex as I am, then I just don't wanna fuck them. Like, ew. No. Match energy or go home.

And I honestly don't think that I can get off without that enthusiasm. Like if I'm ever with someone else and they're lukewarm about it, then I can't get off with them.

But why call it a fetish? That seems like a perfectly healthy way to react. Fetishes themselves aren't inherently bad, though - a fetish just means that you cannot complete orgasm or enjoy yourself sexually unless certain conditions are met, where those conditions are not universal to everyone.

Example, if you have a furry fetish, you cannot get off unless a fur suit is present. Other people don't require a fur suit to complete a sexual experience in a fulfilling way, so we define that as a fetish.

Last night it dawned on me how many other people out there seem to just... not require or need a partner's consent in order to complete a sexual experience in a way that is fulfilling to them. Therefore, because other people don't require it... but I do...

Look, I know I'm not alone. I've talked to other people about it, it's not abnormal to want enthusiasm from a partner. But it's obviously not a requirement for many people. If I may have this opinion, it is not a requirement for far far too many people.

I feel like an out of place weirdo. And I feel like I should NOT feel like an out of place weirdo about any of this.

But yea. I'm beginning to think if you can't get off when your partner isn't enthusiastic then... that might mean you have a fetish.

Just by definition. Just because so many people don't have the same requirement.

[criminalthoughtsmagicaldreams]

For the love of god, read my pinned post before interacting with me or I’ll bite your head off. Yes I’m talking about that head.

[samanddean76]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Dean Winchester/John Winchester, John Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Protective John Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Dean Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Sam Winchester, Comforting John Winchester, Enthusiastic Consent, Sam was 16 the first time, One Sentence Referencing That Moment, Neither Sam or Dean know about the other's relationship with John, John makes Love to his boys, Very Specifically Requested, all the feels, Love, Comfort, Prompt Fill Summary:

John loves his boys. And Sam and Dean love their father. John loves them in the only way that they will allow him to.

*****

Prompt specifically requested that John make love to his boys, without benefit of him being manipulative, mean, or evil.