bakerstreet | The Domestic Smut Meme

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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I was thinking it might be time for me to go on a hunt.

[He wasn't sure how this would go over, if Sam would welcome it or discourage it... and he didn't even want to think about what Dean would say later.

But this had to be for the best, for all of them.]

Alone. Seems like it's time to let you and Dean get back to what you were doing before.

[Sam gapes for a moment, then shakes his head adamantly. There's a burst of white-hot terror at the idea of John leaving the bunker. He'd lost his dad once. He can't do it again. He won't.]

Dad, you can't! We just got you back!

Dean and I are still doing what we're doing. It's not like you're in the way or anything.

Sam-

[He frowns deeply at the response, confused by the sudden outburst.]

I think it'd be better if I wasn't around, Sam. It'd be easier for you at least and I'll be fine on my own.

Dad, no. You can't go.

It wouldn't be easier at all. All we'd be doing is worrying about you. It's hard enough now with Cas out there. We don't need another person we care about in danger.

I can take care of myself, Sam. [He wasn't clueless or anything. He knew how to handle himself and what he didn't know, he was picking up through the books in the bunker and any additions the boys had made to his journal.]

And if I stay... what happens, Sam? You keep avoiding me? I'm not saying you don't have some damn good reasons, but I don't want to fight with you anymore. We did enough of that when you were younger.

[Sam sighs, feeling guilty. Of course this is his fault. Sam and his stupid feelings made his father feel like he wasn't welcome in their home.]

Dad, it's not like that, okay? It's just a misunderstanding. I want you here, Dad. I don't want you to leave.

[He lets out a sigh of his own. This is hard... it's not just because of the avoidance. It's part paranoia on his part. He's thinking... things he shouldn't about his own son, things that make his stomach twist and guilt set in deep.

He can't put that on Sammy.]

Sorry, Sammy. It's just better this way, alright? I'll be a phone call away.

[And now there's fear churning in his gut.]

Dad, no. You can't. The last time I let you out of my sight, you died.

I can't- Don't ask me to do that again.

I'm not gonna make any deals again, Sam.

[Reaching out, he rests his hand lightly against Sam's shoulder, squeezing lightly.]

Don't give me that look, c'mon. You and Dean... you've both grown up so much. You've done so much with your lives. You don't need me around anymore.

[Sam pulls his dad's hand off his shoulder, holding it between both of his. He shakes his head desperately.]

Stop it. You're our dad. We'll always need you around.

Sammy.

[He didn't expect this. He didn't expect Sam to be the one trying to hang on to him, make him stay. Letting out a sigh, he lifts his hand to rest against the side of his face, making him look up.

He wants to stay so bad.]

There are other reasons I need to go. You just have to trust me on this one, son. Please... it's better for you.

Whatever they are, we'll deal with it, Dad. Just don't go.

Losing you once was enough for me.

[Except that if Sam knew what he was thinking half the time, he was sure he wouldn't be saying any of this, let alone want him around. John felt trapped and desperate...

It's not the smartest move, but it is the one he thought would ensure him getting kicked out by Sam or Dean. Maybe both, because no doubt they'll both be disgusted by him. It would make Sam stop looking at him like that, make him stop practically begging at least.

So that's why he leaned in and kissed Sam roughly, ignoring the stab of guilt and disgust for giving into it. He was being a selfish bastard again. He just wanted this before he had to leave.

Just this one kiss and that'd be enough and it'd show Sam why he needed to leave.]

[Sam is stunned. He's so stunned that he almost forgets to react. His father is kissing him. His mind is fried for a few seconds.

And then it comes flying back into focus, and he's kissing back. He can't risk his father thinking he's being refused. Not when Sam's finally being offered something he'd never even really allowed himself to want.]

[John's turn to be stunned. When he's kissed back, he has no idea what to do. It shouldn't send a thrill through him. Sam should be shoving him off, telling him how disgusting he is. Pulling away, he looks down. He can't meet Sam's eyes all of a sudden.]

I'm... sorry. [it takes a lot for John to apologize, but it's needed in this case.]

No. Don't be. It's not...

[Sam doesn't even know what to say right now. Is there even anything he can say right now? Probably not. So his solution is to grab his father's face and kiss him.]

[He pulled away from the kiss after a moment, like he was shocked. He stared at Sam, wide-eyed and guilty. Shit... that's not how this was supposed to go.]

Sammy, you don't have to.

No. I shouldn't want to either. But I do.

God, Dad. I have for as long as I can remember. It's why I went away to school in the first place.

What are you talking about?

Sam, the way we fought... The things we said before you left- [He was sure Sam had hated him at the time.]

The things we said when I left...

Dad, when you told me not to come back, I thought you knew. I was scared to death. That's why I walked out.

What the hell are you talking about?

[He frowned, not wanting to get his hopes up.]

Sammy, for how long?

[Sam drops his gaze, embarrassed.]

Since I was about fourteen.

[Which probably explains all the fighting and head-butting that had started at the same time.]

I don't even know what to say.

[He had no idea, not when every time he was with Sam, they ended up in a yelling match.

He let out a sigh after a minute and let his eyes roll up to the ceiling.]

What the hell are we going to do?

I don't know, Dad. Just promise you won't leave, okay? We'll figure something out.

Yeah...

[He sighed.]

Yeah, okay. I'm not going anywhere, Sam.

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