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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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Buffy was a good manipulator when she wanted to be. Perhaps not as good or exacting as Walter White, but she had never met the ghostly presence who haunted her boyfriend, and the more she heard about him the less she wanted to. Demons, vampires, urg and scary monsters were her terrain, but simple human cruelty? That was beyond her.

Still, it was easy enough to set aside Jesse's past to try and get her way; easy because for all that Buffy was a savior of the people, the chosen one, most of all she was a self-centered girl who just wanted to be normal. To feel normal for once in her life.

"You promised you would take me," she pointed out, poking him in the chest at the same time. "You don't want to have to drive me everywhere forever, do you?"

It was sharply reminiscent of the conversation she had had with her mother years earlier, but Jesse had been driving before he was even legal to -- surely he could spare the afternoon.

When it comes to Jesse, anyone could be a great manipulator. Push the right buttons, say or do the right thing and he's practically putty, or a dancing monkey, or some other puppet-type thing; the fact that he's sometimes aware of what's going on hasn't seemed to matter in the past either. The truth is that there's a part of him that likes being told what to do, even if he'd deny it until his dying breath, and for whatever reason the people he surrounds himself with have this thing about figuring it out sooner or later...

And he'll cave. He'll absolutely cave-- it's more a matter of when than if.

But for now? For now, he's all over that token resistance. He's gotta maintain some semblance of pride somehow, right?

His mouth twitches into a grin at that poke, and he cocks his head to the side.

"I don't know... I kinda like feeling all important..."

She scoffed, turning away from him lest her own mirth be found out. "But what if there's like... an emergency! Both of us have those a little too often if you ask me. I should be prepared to drive in case of the apocalypse."

Nodding, she made her way into the kitchen to scare up some wild snacks. Those worked on dogs, right? Same principle. "Another one."

JESSE IS NOT A DOG.

...But yeah, they'll totally work, let's be real. Well, food and something else... But first things first.

Following her into the kitchen, he shrugs his shoulders, willing to acknowledge at least that much.

"True..." And now he's just gonna creep up behind her, knowing full well that if he makes it to wrapping his arms around her waist like he means to it's only because she's letting him think he's being slick about it. "Somebody needs to be hanging out the side window shooting at the demons or mob guys or whatever's chasing us, I guess..." He peeks over her shoulder. "What is that, some kinda bribe?"

She gave a little jump, before one hand came to settle over his, leaning back against him easily. "The extent of my culinary skill is like... popcorn. There's butter in it for you if you're lucky." Buffy smiled softly at that, tipping her face until her cheek brushed his. "Get it? I'm going to butter you up..."

Wow that had sounded way less dirty in her head.

"Yeah?" Nope, no escaping the dirtiest possible interpretation there; she can probably feel his smile as he tips his head to the side to brush a kiss against her cheek.

"That so..." He presses a second kiss to the corner of her jaw as he continues: "You know there are easier ways to do that than making food, right?"

YOU DID THIS BUFFY. YOU. You and your innuendo...

She flushed, her cheek going a little hot where it pressed against his. "And probably with less possibility for burning a house down..." But this was Buffy, so that was only a 'probably.'

To be fair, Jesse can think of a few ways they could burn the house down even if things were to continue down this path. Not to say he's super into the whole hot wax and candles thing, but if she wanted to try it...

"I was gonna say more fun, but..." He dips his head lower, lips trailing over the side of her neck, now. "There's that too, yeah..."

Safety first, or something like that.

Buffy really isn't into all that freaky stuff, gosh!! What kind of a girl do you think she is. Except she totally brought a house down before with sex so let's just never talk about it.

"Fun... is definitely a factor." She shivered, hand clutching his arm now as she tilted her chin up, giving him all the room he needed. "An important one. One most people overlook, even."

"Totally what I keep telling people," he murmurs, almost more vibration than sound as he drags his lips across the skin she's offered him. He falls silent then, almost uncharacteristically so, more intent on trailing kisses down the side of her throat than... Whatever it is they're talking about. Yeah, he's a little distracted.

Eventually he lets his arms slide back, hands moving over her ribs before creeping slowly upward. Feel his girlfriend up in the kitchen? Absolutely.

[It didn't take much convincing from Bela to create an arrangement of sorts with Jesse and every so often she would call him on it. Perfect way to release any frustration in her opinion.

Today, she showed up at his door without much warning, knocking on it with a sense of urgency.]

[As fate would have it, Jesse, too, could greatly benefit from their arrangement today. As usual, he's got a job to do that he just can't seem to make happen the way it's supposed to... And as much as he'd like to take that as some kind of... Some kind of sign that it's just not meant to be, he knows better by now.

As of this very second, it's another failure under his belt and there's not a whole lot he can do about it.

He's in the process of pushing the murder-weapon-to-be into yet another pack of cigarettes when the knock makes him jump ever so slightly, jerks him out of the daze he's been in for the past hour or so. Sliding the pack into his jacket pocket he shoves up from the couch and pads over to the door; the thought that it might be someone he wants to see for once doesn't cross his mind until he pulls the slider to one side and it's Bela's face he sees. He snaps the small window shut again and pulls the door open, stepping off to the side to give her space to come in.]

Hey, uh... [He shuts the door behind her and goes for the table, scooping up the remote for his stereo and clicking the music off.] Everything okay?

[It's her day off but she's still suffering the loss of a big payout and trying to think of a way to make up for it was more difficult than Bela wanted. Doing something mindless might be a solution to her problem which led her straight to Jesse, someone who knew how to make her feel better.

Bela doesn't hesitate in making her way into the room, looking around a bit even if she had been here many times before. Then she looks at Jesse, watching him while he moves around and does whatever he needs to do.]

Hey. [Bela replies, her gaze locked on his face.] Yeah, I'm good. I just needed to see you. Or, to be more accurate, I need you, Jesse.

[He'd figured as much- that's usually the reason for her visits here, sudden or otherwise... But even so, some of the tension in his shoulders eases at the prospect of what she's suggesting, a distraction, something to take his mind off of... Everything.

It's not going to fix his problem, any problem, but it's something... And that's enough.

And so he wastes no time in stepping closer, brow raised in an attempt not to seem as desperate for some kind of release as he is.]

Yeah?

Yes.

[She's just as eager to find some release for herself, an affirmation that she was alive. Wasn't it something that people did?

Bela closes the gap between them as she moves towards him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. She leans in to brush her mouth against Jesse's, keen to get things rolling, starting with a searing kiss.]

[As warm as her hand is against his cheek, her mouth is even hotter, that kiss deeper and more insistent than he'd expected right out of the gate; he can work with that. He lifts his hands to her waist when she leans into him, tipping his head with a sigh as he returns the kiss in kind and pulls her in closer, moving to lead her back toward his couch. Or maybe the stairs, he hasn't decided yet. Away from the door, that's what matters- she'd come to him, yeah, but he still wants to make sure she doesn't leave.

Good. This is a good thing, what they're doing. He'd been looking to smoke a bowl- and should Bela find her attention wandering from the hands that are now gliding over her back and curling in her hair, she may notice his pipe and the half-empty bag of crystal lying on his coffee table- but this is better. Let it never be said he doesn't know what healthy coping skills are.]

[One of the reasons why their arrangement worked was because how quick Jesse responded to what she did, going along with it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Bela hums into the kiss when his hands move to her waist and he pulls her closer to him, not caring where he dragged her to; they had pretty much covered every surface of his place by now anyway. Sometimes, more than once.

She was somewhat aware of his addiction but chose to ignore it rather than stop him. Everyone had their vices, right? That being said, her attentions were all but focused on Jesse: the way his mouth felt against her own, his hands on her body and everything that came along with it. Her tongue brushed along the seam of his lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss even further.]

[He would agree that this setup is really working for him... If he was thinking about beyond this second, anyway, but that'd be missing the point. He doesn't want to think about anything- the objective here is to be as mindless as possible, or to at least narrow his focus to just Bela, her hands and her mouth and the slide of her tongue against his lips. They part at her urging, his own tongue slipping to meet hers as he walks them backwards, finally settling on the stairs as their stopping point; he at least has the forethought to acknowledge that everything is easier on a bed.

The one and only issue with that, of course, is the fact that they'll need to separate long enough to make it up the steps. It's a realization that comes with a soft, muffled groan as he pulls away, letting one of his hands find Bela's when he moves to lead her up to his room. Unlike most of the times she's showed up at his door- recently, anyway- it's actually relatively tidy; doing the job with Mike after hours hasn't left him with much time to wallow in the mess he lets accumulate when he's here for too long without a distraction.

And speaking of distractions... Jesse feels like it takes a lifetime to reach the top of the stairs, but it happens eventually, and as soon as they're both on even ground step-wise he wastes no time in pulling Bela to him again, untangling their fingers to pick his hand up, cradling the back of her head as he seals their lips together.]

[Mindless, raw and maybe even a little desperate. She's hungry for him and Bela makes it clear as she moves her tongue along his, groaning against Jesse's mouth. His ability to drive her crazy with desire was incredible, something that Bela would gladly appreciate for a long time to come.

Stairs worked for her. They needed a big enough space to roll around in and his bed was perfect for that. Spending endless hours just touching and feeling each other until they had to stop. She knew he had to part from her in order to move things along and Bela was greatly relieved as soon as Jesse brings her into the direction of his bedroom, a feeling of excitement flaring up in her stomach as she squeezes his hand.

Even when he tugs her close and releases her hand Bela doesn't hesitate in slipping her arms around his body, pushing into the kiss with as much passion as she could, lightly feeling Jesse through his clothing. At the same time Bela pushed forward with her hips in an effort to steer them towards his bedroom; wasn't exactly easy when she was practically wrapped around him.]

[In general, Jesse's more than happy to make the most of whatever flat surface happens to be available when she comes to call- there's something to be said for the sort of quick fix that usually entails and he is in no way knocking the merits of a little rushing now and again. But bringing her up here today is the best way he can think of to articulate his appreciation for dragging things out once in a while; he won't say it out loud, but right now a quick fix isn't gonna cut it, not when he's painfully aware that the second she leaves he'll be right back to where he was, high and staring at that pack of cigarettes like it holds the answer to life itself.

Which it does, of course- all the more reason for him to keep away from it as long as he can. All of this procrastinating is another way for him to fuck it all up, but he'll deal with that fact while his empty sheets cool around him. For now, he'll concentrate on the way her arms feel as they wind around his waist, the taste of her against his tongue and the smell of her hair when she moves her head just right. It doesn't take much convincing on her part to get him to shuffle backwards down the small hallway into his bedroom... Though he does let out a small, impatient sound as his back glances off the doorway. Coordination isn't very high on his priority list at the moment.

But he recovers easily enough, seamlessly, even, if he's feeling particularly generous about his capabilities in bouncing back; he covers up any jolt she may have felt by dragging his teeth across her bottom lip and letting his hands slide down her back, cupping her ass to pull her in closer with a breathless sigh because while there's a time and place for being a gentleman... This isn't it.]

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pretend I have season 4 icons, ffffffffff

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37 sorry not sorry

WHY ON EARTH. WOULD YOU BE SORRY????

i'M NOT THAT'S THE POINT

GOOD.