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The Domestic Smut Meme

THE DOMESTIC SMUT MEME

Ah, home sweet home. There's nothing quite like it, whether your place is a roomy house in suburbia with a white picket fence, a little shack, a space station outside Jupiter's orbit, or a cold stone castle. It's yours, where you feel safest (...hopefully) and most, well, at home! Here, in your own kingdom, you can do what you want: take your shirt off, get rid of your shoes, and eat the grossest food available just because you can.

...and also have lots and lots of sex, for there's someone here you can always fuck.

Not only has your character found themselves in the home they want - not the one they were born into, forced to live in, or otherwise - they're also domestic...er, as much as certain people can be, which is perhaps not at all. But worry not, the meme has options that can make it make sense for even the most homicidal yet strangely nonchalant half-god alien demon hunter giant slayer to settle down. Oooor something like that. Like banging the cleaning lady or using his partner so he cans teal their energy to get stronger.

Isn't domesticity grand?

You'll be have tons of time for a special sort of togetherness, but don't let all that steam cloud up your mind. There are still other things involved in having a home! You have to do chores, visit others, and take care of business. Nothing says you can't combine a bit of play into all that, though. Just hope that the two of you don't get mad at each other! Unless you're ready for hot angry sex or even more fulfilling make up make outs, that is.

There's one important thing to remember about being all homey and cozy: when the house is a rockin', don't come a knockin'.

How to Play

Comment with your character and preferences. You can leave your comment blank OR you can put a bit more information about what prompts you like, info about your character, what have you.
Comment to others.
Play out domestic sex.
"But my character wouldn't...!" NOPE. There are plenty of options for those who are less inclined for being sweet or settling down. If all else fails, just handwave how they got here and focus on the now.

Together/Committed

In the Beginning: You've moved in together and are learning the boundaries, both sexual and non, of living with a partner.
Not Mom's House Anymore: You're young and starting out; it's crazy to live by yourself instead of with your family! Luckily, your lover can give you things mother never gave you.
Sweep It Under the Rug: Chores can be boring, but you can make them fun, right? After all, you look so good bent over the table while you're dusting.
Naked Apron: Nothing's better than breakfast in bed. Except when you're served it with your baby wearing nothing but the apron they used to make all that bounty.
Letting It All Hang Out: Benefit of being in your own house? Running around naked. This doesn't have to change when you're living with someone.
There's Someone Else...for Both of Us: Three's a crowd, except when two agreed on it.
Spicing Things Up: Sometimes, constantly seeing someone can rub you the wrong way, and intimacy can get rote and boring. That's why slipping a new kink in every now and again isn't a bad idea, especially if it's something that one of you has really wanted to try.
I'll Take Care of You: Everyone deserves to be pampered, and you're letting your partner soak up the best of your home and the best of you.
Proving Your Love: You want to show your lover that you care for them like no one else. After all, you're living with them, not anyone else!
Becoming Comfortable With You: After a while, they've become like another part of you, one you can show or tell anything to, even about how hard you want them to thrust into you or how you want them to suck your -
Suspicious Minds: Jealousy brought from the outside is making one of you antsy. Can a serious fucking session prove that there's no roaming minds here?
Christening the New Place: You've moved into a new home. Unpacked everything? Good! Now it's time to have sex on every surface so it's all totally yours.
Welcome Home: One half of the household has been away - on a trip, at war, at an anime convention, whatever. Now, it's up to the other half to make their welcome wagon the best there ever was.
Cultural Differences: Different cultures have different ideas about home, about coupling, and about the stuff that goes on between the sheets. Can you work it out?
Home-Cooked Meal: Believe it or not, there are even better uses for apple pie than eating it.
I'm Not Used to This: This is your first time in a "committed" relationship, having a home, or both. How are you adjusting? Is it still hard to be touched, be loved, or use a proper bed?
Here Out of Convenience: It's not like you really like them or anything! This is only a roof over your head and a warm hole to fuck.
You're Just Being Used: You're getting a benefit from your relationship that isn't purely sexual, like wealth, power, or control. But in order to keep things in line, you have to keep your partner happy and sexually fufilled.
Keeping You Here: You can't let them slip away, so you'll use your body to keep them ensnared.
Territorial: Your house, your things - they belong to you, and that can give you a rush. Maybe you want to show your lover that they're yours, too.
I Have to Stay: You don't want to be caught up in this, but you're making yourself stay and keeping yourself in bed with the "enemy."
Now I Only Want You Gone: You want this person out of your life, and there are few stronger ways to send this message than make a cuckold of them. Preferably when they know it.
Tell Me More: You want to know if this whole "playing house" thing is all it's cut out to be.
Proving them All Wrong: They said you'd never, ever find someone. Now, you're showing them just what kind of catch you've got yourself by not taking your hands off what you've earned.
Forced Together: Be it expectations or arranged marriage, you two are stuck together. Of course, such contracts involve a certain amount of physical action, like producing heirs.
Keeping Up Appearances: You want to look successful in life, and part of that involves being in a sexual relationship. Or perhaps you want to hide something about yourself.
Argument: Ugh, they put their feet on the table! They broke your favorite vase! They're so...so...hot when they're mad!
Making Up: You feel sorry for what you've said or done and will do anything to prove that. You just want to shower them with your affection (or not), or show them how much they're wanted.
Like Melted Butter: You want something, and the best way to get it is to butter them up and get under their skin - in a good way.
Starting a Family: Both of you are taking the next step and bringing a new life into this world, and there's one old fashioned way to do it.
Absolutely Glowing: So, one of you is pregnant. How has your sex life been affected by changing bodies and mood swings?
Kids Will Be Kids: Now you guys have rugrats to take care of, but don't forget to make time for the two of you. Alone adult time is important.
At-home Date: Break out the wine and the frozen pizza, it's time for a date at the house! Who says you need to go to a fancy dinner to get in the mood?
Lazy Day: Today we're not doing anything, we're just gonna stay in our bed. And all that entails.
Newlyweds: You two are more than committed. You've said your vows, for better or for worse. Hopefully, things will stay better, especially when you take things to the privacy of your room.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith: The relationship is forbidden for some reason, and to have it, you all had to run away and start a new life. Maybe you even have assumed identities! Is it painful that you can only be your true selves in the bedroom?
Tie Me to the Bed Post: The great thing about a well-furnished place is all the cool things you can find lying around that can be repurposed for other tasks. Like tying someone's arms or teasing someone's genitals.
Out of My Closet: Speaking of things lying around, how about a sexy show with those underused items in your wardrobe?
At Another Person's Home: Who cares that you're guests at somebody's house and they can hear you through the walls? Go for it!
With Another Person at Home: Who cares that you have a guest at your house and they can hear you through the walls? Go for it!
Way Down in Kokomo: You're on vacation. Sun, sand, surf, and 24/7 sex.
Finally Tamed: No one, including you, thought you'd ever be domestic. But this person and their sexual attention have brought you to your knees.

Other

The Help: A home can run more smoothly with hired help like maids and cooks. It's beneficial to show that help some well-deserved love now and then, too.
The Babysitter: Whether live-in or not, a babysitter goes through a lot and develops a bond with the kids. He or she may develop a bond with the parent(s), as well.
The Guest: You've been invited to this person's house - and their bed - and they're showing you the ultimate hospitality.
Siblings...or More: The two of you are related, but you live together like a couple. There are whispers...are they true?
Roommates with Benefits: You're not committed or exclusive, but it's nice to have somebody in the same house with you that you can be with when you need it.
Mister Fix-It: All homes sometimes need repairs. Maybe a qualified repair person can make other repairs, as well.

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[OOC: Kink list.]

So what is this movie about?

[She jumps over the couch and lands next to Heine. Some popcorn spreads out from the bowl he holds in her hand and she takes a quick look at Heine if he noticed it. She made the popcorn, she has the right to do with it what she wants, right?]

It's action drama that was supposed to have some decent fight scenes.

[The loss of popcorn doesn't faze him nearly as much as her jumping over the couch. It's old and can't take that kind of pressure anymore or he's being sentimental over a cheap used piece of furniture that he happens to like in his apartment of not so nice things.

Like his tiny tv currently starting the flick.

Short of tossing it at him to annoy him, she can do as she pleases. Course this doesn't stop him from flinging a piece at her with a crooked smile.]

Fight scenes? What humans know about fights, I wonder.

[She likes the room. It's not as big and abandoned like Las Noches. And the couch is very comfy. Even if she didn't see the pain on Heine's face she'd roll a bit.

Then the tv starts to make interesting noises and something non-figurative stuff appears on the screen. Fuck it, Heine, it's not action but a hardcore art movie.

She catches the popcorn with her teeth and laughs as she throws some more popcorn at him.]

Wasting bullets and causing explosions mostly.

[Something he says rather deadpan. Action movies have more bullets wasted than reality hold altogether, even the worst shot isn't stupid enough to fire wildly. Unless they're dumb as bricks.

Rude. He'll be flicking another piece and acting all cool and distant about it. The film on the other hand is a slow starter, but no art film. It's got too much color to be an art film and he can understand the language meaning it's not foreign.

Course it's still slow meaning his attention starts to fade from the movie to her, although well hidden behind his blank expression.]

But they didn't waste a single bullet yet.

[Apacci puts the bowl at the couch between herself and Heine, because this is a movie night and not a sexy one. Then she yawns and stretches, leaning back on the couch. And she just takes a regal glance at Heine when a piece of popcorn hits her nose. He's way too hot when he flicks back things. And again, this is a movie night.

A movie night without bullets and carnage. Holy shit, there are more guys to come. The main character has a nephew, great. Nephew has a wife, who is prettier than Apacci, so she's annoying. Pfft, isn't there a law against boring romantic scenes in acton movies?]

Have to built tension first.

[Has to be a reason to fight no matter how ridiculous it is and this one is heading neck deep into ridiculous. It's not because he's teasing her though, but because he's a jerk and finds it humorous in his bizarre sense of humor.

The cast is quickly passing the hand count and long past who matters in the main, once he figures out what the hell the plot is beyond family ties. There isn't a law and it's a subplot to get those less interested in action more interested in something else.

Speaking of, there's a lack of popcorn getting flung at her and glancing inside.] You look bored. [Way to state the obvious Heine.]

This is not tension they're building but a latrine on my nerves.

[She doesn't understand his humor but it doesn't put her back from liking it. When he says something serious but it's not what he actually thinks. Like he was secretly laughing at everything, as he's doing with this movie.

She still doesn't get the plot, of course, and when she looks for Heine for help she just gets more popcorn, right into her top. Her answer arrives in the form of a pillow and some displeased muttering.]

Maybe it's because I am bored? Just look for the interesting part, for the fucks sake. I mean, please.

[He stares with narrowed eyes and a somewhat confused expression at her choice of words. Latrine? Really? A shrug comes and goes before it's a pillow coming from nowhere and hitting him earning a low startled sound a animal would make.

Then he's on her, hands at her wrist and the couch at her back with a blank expression looking down at her.]

I'm looking for the interesting part.

[It's dryly said making it hard to decipher if he's serious or not. Either way, he's got her pinned well enough and his face is close.]

[Yes, a latrine, what's wrong with them? He won't tell her how to speak. She feels a little regret when she hears that weird sound, but she doesn't have too much time for it.

She wonders if there would be a day when she won't gasp every time he touches her. His hands on her wrists...

...She looks up at him with a smile - no, it's a grin, actually - in her eyes.]

I don't see the tv.

[When he isn't as fast or sudden is a day she won't gasp, or the day she jumps him and he's not as alert.

Bit by bit something of a smirk crawls on his face. It's hard to hold back he finds much like other things around her.]

I know.

[He speaks as right as the words exit, he forces his lips upon her for a kiss and bite at her lip. The movie is boring, but he knows how to have fun with her.]

[They'll see. Hopefully it won't happen, never.

Fuck it, you damned whitehead, you did it on purpose, you looked for the most boring action movie in the universe, you wanted her to be bored of the tv, fuck it! It was meant to be a movie night!

But it's hard to be angry while she's kissed and bit and on top of that she must laugh because yes, he did plan this whole thing and the popcorn was a lie, but still she's angry enough to bite back with her sharp, little teeth. She doesn't want to cause too much pain, just wants to make him feel that she's a bit...

...disappointed?

The hell she is. She sucks in his lip like it was a weird-tasted lollyiop. And she chuckles. Heine, the prankster. He'll pay for this.]

[Minus the times he'd gone in guns a blazing, Heine likes to think himself good at sneaking up on people and getting a jump on them. So much so that he doesn't think he has to keep all that quiet.

He didn't. Really, he didn't. He doesn't plan that far ahead and it's how dice rolled with the movie and them. Or didn't roll seeing how neither of them are that interested in it anymore.

Teeth, he likes teeth and likes using his teeth giving a nip back. Pain makes pleasure more intense in the long run or maybe he's a bit of freak for pain. Disappointment can be fixed and he's on his way doing that even with her chuckle throwing him off.

Prankster is a bit off since he didn't plan this for kicks. Not intentionally, but it is a nice lead in. Hip lips stay locked with her between biting and sucking, but his hands move taking one to her side to hold her still much as he can while the other goes further south.

It's hitching up her skirt after a tick and brushing her inner thigh. That ought to excite things around there or least have him well entertained.]

[She can verify how good he is at sneaking up on her and jumping on her like she was an old, comfy couch. Those damned neighbors...Why can't they entertain themselves and let her and Heine to be as loud as they want? Alright, maybe Heine doesn't want to be loud. But he should! His voice is an important part of the fun.

No, she won't believe him if he says this was not a plan, but does it count if it's a plan or a semi-random idea? They're on the couch now, kissing and biting each other, and she's about to push her curious tongue ino his mouth. Just because they're not in love it doesn't mean she won't kiss him properly. And yes, what he does to her thigh does make her excited. She presses her legs to his hand, not too much, she only wants him to rub her more, but it's hard to speak when her mouth is too busy with abusing his lips with lots of sharp teeth. ]

[Maybe he isn't that loud himself. Growls aren't loud and he hasn't company that's louder than his partner in crime Badou.

It was never part of the plan. Plans are waste of time in Heine's book of how to live. He can soak up bullets so there's no need for plans when he can waltz right in. Sort of like he is now, minus the waltzing and more on the holding her down to his old comfy couch he's partial to.

Tongue is new like a lot of this is, his mouth granting access only to fight her tongue and stop biting for a bit. His hand isn't so indecisive reaching in further to find the front of her panties and to apply his fingers with a bit of pressure then rubbing.]

[If Heine wants a tongue fight he can get it. Maybe her tongue is not as hard as his cock, it's rather soft and a bit salty, still holding the taste of the popcorn, but she darts it into his mouth quite violently, just like it was a real fight, and tries to capture his tongue with hers while still looking into those deep red eyes.

Her own eyes turn a bit hazy from the rubbing down there and if she could speak she'd tell him to tear down those pants instead of playing the gentleman with them. Those damned clothes just slow him down, he should get rid of them! A soft, impatient moaning sound sneaks out of her throat as he moves his hand on her thigh. and her lower parts warm up under his hand.]

[His lack of experience doesn't have him taking it laying down, his tongue lashing back catching salt and teeth. The pupils of his eyes widen and the red rims turn brighter as his heart picks up.

Impatient moans are answered with a deep push of his fingers through fabric. She'll have to wait because he has plans now and they don't include ripping his pants off yet.

No, he wants to have her squirming a bit before that.]

[How annoying is that their tongues are so enwreathed she can't tell a word, now, when she needs her hands back so much, though. She wants to take his clothes off and play with his nipples and pull his hair and maybe look for his cock to touch it and feel if it's really as hard as she thinks, but he holds her wrists so strongly and feeling his strength is almost as good as tapping over his entire body.

No, it's actually even better.

She's still moaning, warm breath breaks into Heine's mouth following that hot, curious tongue, and her voice is a bit angry because of what he's doing, or he's not doing, when his hand is right there, he's almost there and when she feels his fingers through the fabric her spine arch a bit and she tries to push her waists forward. She wants to have those fingers inside, right now!

Now her eyes are sparking of anger, impatience and frustration.]

[He can see it, he can see it well in her eyes that rage and frustration. Heine likes it and knows just what's causing it. Too slow she might say with a gracious sprinkle of profanities, but his tongue is keeping her quiet besides whimpers and moans.

Instead of pushing further in, there's more rubbing and the hand holding her to releases to brush along her side then take hold of her breast through her shirt. He'll get to removing clothing in a bit once he's satisfied with driving her up the way.

On the other hand, it's the sort of thing that would drive her further up the wall if he does. So without word his hand squeezes her breast one last time and drifts down to start lifting her shirt, fingers tugging fabric and sometimes playing about her stomach]

[She whines and throws herself up and down, not like she'd want him to leave her alone, in the contrary, yes, he's darned slow, like he tried to torture her. She desperately tries to get closer to his hands and silently growls when he releases her hand to grab her breast.

It takes for a moment before she actually gets that her hand is free but when she does, her hand slide at Heine's neck, runs through over those scars and rests on the plate of metal decorating his neck. And she gently bits his lower lip again.]

[She knows where to hit to get a growl, her fingers sending fire across his neck with each touch. He likes it because it means she plays dangerously, maybe even too dangerous. Biting his lip certainly says she does and who is he to not live a bit more dangerous with her?

His fingers below part fabric and tease at entering her flesh. Getting her off before he really starts sounds like a plan if she does burst first and she seems inpatient with his slow progress.

So he moves faster forgoing more teasing to slip two of his digits right to curl inside her damp walls. There's a smirk on his lips as he kisses roughly and near laugh that escapes from his throat.]

[Her fingers look for the scars on his neck, but this is not about danger, not really, she just likes scars. She likes to touch them, to lick them, to play with them. But she enjoys to play with the fire as well. So she unbuttons his pants, not too quickly, though. As his fingers finally find their way to the place where they should be for minutes, she lets out another thin squeak and her body writhes under Heine, almost like she was in pain.

Her hand slides back to his neck, nails scratches his skin, then she presses her fingers against the scars. Where she was still able to think she believed it would be good for him, maybe as good as his fingers inside her.

She looks up and takes a distant smile at him. Maybe that's the hottest thing he is doing, his smirk, that almost-laughing sound, they are just priceless. Anyone could send her into heaven with their fingers, but he was the only one who could do the same with a simple smirk.]

[Nowhere else on his body held scars and for good reason. His body healed, no scars or marks left anything thrown at him; but his neck was different. Those were old scars before he could heal, ones that held a lot of bad memories and a lot of sensitivity for a bunch of dead nerves.

Maybe they aren't scars, he ponders this from time to time when he feels them or someone touches them. It locks his jaw and makes his spine sizzle like it's burning. A fitting affect as she happens to make him hot under her touches.

Yet he's touching her a lot to, fingers dipping in and curling to drive her closer to the edge. Heine gets that she's wanting more than fingers when his pants are unbutton, but it's a bit much for her to clearly think as her squirm told.]

Close yet? [He whispered covering his tracks with a cool tone. It's best she thinks he doesn't crack under pleasure or she'll get ideas.]

[She closed her eyes and hissed. She was very close but she just didn't want to admit it. Fingers. It was kind of shameful that she lost her mind from some tickles ot fingers. They were Heine's fingers, though.]

Just a...mo...

[She growled, whimpering and wishing if only he'd smile again, like he cared. Then she came with a loud cry, her hand squeezed his neck. She wanted to shout his name, but somehow she managed not to do.]

[There isn't any shame in his eyes. If anything, he's enjoying that he can push her that far with just his fingers. It has him wondering just how far he could push her with other things.

Fingers keep curling inside her as she rode out her climax, a satisfied smirk on his face and teeth taking to her neck. Heine didn't need to hear his name, not with a cry out like that.

So much for keeping it down. Not as if either of them cared to.]

Hmh...I wonder how many times I can make you do that...[He mutters like he's speaking his thoughts aloud without being aware. Make no mistake, he intentionally did so to get a reaction from her. He sits up after a pause breaking from her hold on his neck to start fiddling with her skirt to remove entirely.]

The Domestic Smut Meme

Heine Rammsteiner | DOGS | M/F

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I'll need more smiling icons for her :P

Text gives idea and I'm not picky on icons.

You're awesome. Just in case you wouldn't know.

Because I prefer text over icons? I was raised on forum rping. lol

No, it was something else but I forgot it XD

Sure you did.

I did. Help me to remember lol

I don't believe it.

Your scepticism helps me to remember somehow...

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