[ domestic smut meme ]

[meme_maid]

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

1. In the Beginning: You've moved in together and are learning the boundaries, both sexual and non, of living with a partner.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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.
6. There's Someone Else...for Both of Us: Three's a crowd, except when two agreed on it.
7. 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.
8. 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.
9. 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!
10. 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 -
11. 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?
12. 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.
13. 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.
14. 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?
15. Home-Cooked Meal: Believe it or not, there are even better uses for apple pie than eating it.
16. 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?
17. 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.
18. 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.
19. Keeping You Here: You can't let them slip away, so you'll use your body to keep them ensnared.
20. 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.
21. 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."
22. 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.
23. Tell Me More: You want to know if this whole "playing house" thing is all it's cut out to be.
24. 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.
25. 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.
26. 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.
27. Argument: Ugh, they put their feet on the table! They broke your favorite vase! They're so...so...hot when they're mad!
28. 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.
29. 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.
30. 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.
31. Absolutely Glowing: So, one of you is pregnant. How has your sex life been affected by changing bodies and mood swings?
32. 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.
33. 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?
34. Lazy Day: Today we're not doing anything, we're just gonna stay in our bed. And all that entails.
35. 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.
36. 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?
37. 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.
38. Out of My Closet: Speaking of things lying around, how about a sexy show with those underused items in your wardrobe?
39. 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!
40. 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!
41. Way Down in Kokomo: You're on vacation. Sun, sand, surf, and 24/7 sex.
42. 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

1. 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.
2. 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.
3. The Guest: You've been invited to this person's house - and their bed - and they're showing you the ultimate hospitality.
4. Siblings...or More: The two of you are related, but you live together like a couple. There are whispers...are they true?
5. 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.
6. Mister Fix-It: All homes sometimes need repairs. Maybe a qualified repair person can make other repairs, as well.

Comments

Heero Yuy || Gundam Wing

[pushthebutton]

[demon_rose]

Kurama sat watching the door, sharp ears listening for the smallest sound to indicate his lover was returning home. Work had been stressful, waking the instincts that made him stalk through the house, checking on every item to make sure no one had messed with his territory, checking his wards, and now there was just one part of his territory left, and that was his human.

[pushthebutton]

Heero was right on time returning home, despite a less than successful day at work. Loose ends that he went over in his mind as he walked up to the door, unlocked and opened it to step inside. Perhaps it was stupid to be a bit distracted, his lover was just as much a killer as he had been. Still could be, given the necessity. He stepped out of his shoes and started taking his jacket off before pausing, seeing Kurama right there, watching. "Hm?" Had he done something wrong? Was he late for something? Had he forgotten anything?

[demon_rose]

The fox rose up to his feet and stalked towards Heero, slipping an arm around his waist to pull the human close, kissing him firmly. If the man had been late, he probably would have gone after him to bring him into their territory himself. Embarrassing explanations after be damned.

"Mine," he growled against Heero's lips before claiming them again.

[pushthebutton]

It wasn't always easy to read Kurama, regardless of the effort he spent with the attempt. That predatory walk had him make quick work of his jacket and let it fall on the chair they kept by the door before he was tugged close for that firm kiss. A thrill ran through him and a slight smirk appeared at the claim. Something had to have riled the other man.

"Prove it," he responded, pulling back from the kiss with a clear challenge.

[demon_rose]

"Gladly." Shifting his grip on Heero, he hoisted the man up and over his shoulder, heading for the bedroom without hesitation. Heero was strong enough to stand and find pleasure in a demon claiming his body, where few humans were.

[pushthebutton]

He would be sore for a day, being picked up like that was enough to warn him of that. That was fine, he wouldn't have made that challenge if he couldn't work around it. Heero moved until he had a leg hooked around Kurama as best he could in that position, biding his time until he could join the play.

[demon_rose]

Kurama slid his hand over Heero's ass, very fond of that particular part of his mate, before stopping in front of the bed to toss Heero down onto it. Green eyes had a gold sheen to them, something he'd explained away a few times already. "Strip," he said, an underlying growl in his voice.

[pushthebutton]

A fact Heero was very aware of. He fell back to the bed with a quiet grunt and looked up at his lover, eyes narrowing as he watched him intently. There was that strange sheen again, but Kurama always explained it away or diverted the conversation. Or simply distracted him until he forgot all about it. Rather than obey, he moved further onto the bed until his back rested comfortably against the headboard.

botan ( yu yu hakusho ) ota

[ferries]

Jonathan Morris l Castlevania Portrait of Ruin l M/F

[swapswithcharlotte]

[swapswithjonathan]

[ They hadn't been able to decide where to go out on a date. Charlotte's idea of a 'romantic night out' involved going to the library before it closed, and reading books in the park. Jonathan's involved going to a loud, noisy theme park.

Without being able to agree on anything and not wanting to start a fight, they'd both decided that maybe staying home would be the best idea. Which was fine by her -- as a matter of fact, she'd even taken the liberty to make dinner. This was definitely more enjoyable than... well, fighting. ]

So, was there anything particular that you had in mind for dinner?

[swapswithcharlotte]

[Times like these tended to nake him question his relationship with Charlotte given their opposing tastes. Still didn't stop him from falling in love with the mage though, but the same could be said for his old ways as well. His food taste was one of them.]

I dunno, maybe a burger or some steak?

[swapswithjonathan]

[ It's okay, Jonathan. Most everyone who knows them probably feels the same way and probably take bets to see how long they'll last. As much as Charlotte wants to point out that burgers and steaks aren't exactly healthy, she won't. If that's what he wants for dinner, then that's fine by her.

Besides, it's easy enough to make. ]

Sure, that works. Any preference of the two, or do you want me to surprise you?

[swapswithcharlotte]

[Odd considering how everyone thought they were together already, but opinions seemed to change in a town full of assuming jerks. He was tempted to knock one of those idiots out.]

In the mood for surprises. A meals a meal.

Oerba Yun Fang | Final Fantasy XIII Compilation | F/F

[raindownthesky]

Ymir | Attack on Titan | F/F

[thedancingtitan]

Narcissa Black | Harry Potter | OTA

[asthedrivensnow]

A smattering!

[eightdead]

[This is not really her area.

Though, in fairness, she wasn't expecting this to suddenly be her life. Even in her wildest dreams, having a child around the house hadn't come into it. And then one day, out of the blue, Narcissa had shown up and so many things had happened. It was more than having a child around the house. It was having the mother, a very clever (and beautiful) witch, also around the house, as a... well...

Most people would say girlfriend, she supposes. That's all she has to go on. And it's yet another thing she never expected to have. She's had boyfriends and girlfriends in the past, but not like this. Not a person she lives with, raises a child with. Octavo doesn't think she's all that qualified, but Narcissa has yet to tear Grace away from her. And, naturally, she's careful with what she says, as always. Even to Narcissa, though Narcissa certainly has a better inkling of what she is than most people. Maybe even on par with Pike, at this point. It's been a while since Octavo's taken a life, almost a year now, and that means she's edgy.

And today is one of the more tedious aspects of their little... family. Another child's come over to play, their parents have stayed for dinner, and Octavo has to resist the urge to punch the wall when they finally leave. She's intensely observational, and it hadn't taken a genius to work out where the father's gaze was during dinner — Narcissa. The witch is the displaced one, and so Octavo has never been in any hurry to define exactly what they are, aside from being in some sort of relationship. Her own sense of being lacks a definition, after all. But Narcissa is the sane one, no doubt about it, and sometimes, when reminded repeatedly of the witch's attractiveness, Octavo doubts why she bothers with Octavo at all.

She washes dishes as she waits for Narcissa to put Grace to bed, feeling unexpectedly miserable and agitated and not sure what to do about it. It speaks volumes through her expression, though she tries to fight it. It's rare when her ego fails her, but tonight is one of those nights.]

The best kind!

[asthedrivensnow]

[More than an inkling, really. Narcissa grew up with Bellatrix, who never bothered to hide her darker proclivities - but the eldest Black sister masked her sociopathy with madness. Octavo has cool intellect to balance hers, and is a master at hiding almost everything, but in the two years and more Narcissa has been sharing her life, her home, and yes, her bed, she's learnt to see past the mask.

That, and their basement is far too clean. Narcissa hasn't bothered magically unlocking the door that leads to another room. If Octavo chooses to tell her what's there, then fine. But there's no need to force that issue.

There is something that does bear discussing, though, and after tucking Grace into her big girl bed (and hadn't that been a point of pride for their tiny blonde daughter) and singing two songs and making her dolls dance a quadrille, the toddler is finally asleep. Narcissa closes the door, the action automatically triggering a silencing charm so nothing wakes Grace, and an alert charm, should something wake her before one of her mother's gets her up in the morning. Narcissa absently pets Clotho as the shepherd walks past, then heads downstairs.

Tension is clear in the lines of Octavo's shoulders, in the very precise way those dishes are being washed. The witch returns to her seat at the table, and picks up her wine glass.]

She was utterly oblivious, wasn't she?

[While the father of Grace's playmate had been ogling her all evening, his wife hadn't noticed a thing, chattering merrily. Narcissa thinks Octavo might have noticed, too.]

[eightdead]

A spider sees more, dangling a mile away.

[In truth, Octavo had found the two — at least at the start of the evening — as tedious as the rest of the human race. No more, no less. But now that all's said and done, it's frustrating that the father will probably go home and into his wife's embrace like he hadn't been window-shopping all evening.

She'll just have to think up something horrible to do to him. Later, however. Now that Narcissa's back, she puts more of an effort into pretending to be fine. But her smile, as she puts the plates in the drying rack, is still brittle. She retrieves her own glass, downing the rest of the contents in one go, before studying Narcissa a moment. They're both a little dressed up, and Narcissa looks even more lovely than usual. A mind could wander.

Or, well, it already is, despite feeling suddenly inadequate for all of this.]

Good thing his daughter was, too.

[asthedrivensnow]

[Her lips quirk. That phrase only comes out when Oct thinks someone is a complete idiot, and privately, Narcissa thinks the same. Not only was the woman married to a probably philanderer, he hadn't had the manners to hide his interest, and she hadn't noticed.

Narcissa watches as Octavo downs the rest of her glass, her eyebrow raising a fraction.]

I think the French fries and ketchup were far more interesting to a two year old than where her Daddy's thoughts were at the dinner table.

[She wonders, not for the first time, just why Octavo lets her stay. There's never been any emotional admission, though there's definitely emotional attachment on the witch's part... but tonight is different, somehow. She pushes a lock of hair behind her shoulder, watching to see if Octavo's gaze will fall to the line of her throat or not.]

And where are your thoughts?

[eightdead]

Kids being oblivious at this age is a blessing.

[It's only later that you get the truly awkward questions, or so Octavo has gleaned from her coworkers. Who all coo annoyingly when they force her to show pictures of Grace. No one really brings up the parentage question, despite her bringing Octavo to a few work functions. People, in general, she supposes, can hear or see whatever they want.

Seeing is nice, though. Definitely a great sense, sight. And—

Octavo pulls her gaze away from Narcissa's neck at the question, like someone caught red-handed in a cookie jar. With all the gravitas she can muster, she manages,]

Oh, just... glad I have a dishwasher for most of these, that's all.

[99% of her lies are better put together. She chooses to blame the two glasses of wine, as she puts the plates in the dishwasher. It's with far too much casualness that she goes on,]

He wasn't bad looking, per se...

[asthedrivensnow]

["Grace has two mommies" has become a common phrase at the playgroup they take her to, so most people make a reasonably correct assumption, even though neither woman is physically demonstrative in public - at least, not in any sort of romantic sense. They touch, of course, and are comfortable with each other's presence, and most people don't really say anything about it after the initial surprise. Octavo's work colleagues simply accepted her introduction as "Narcissa, Grace's mother" and only one, whose name Narcissa forgets, gushed at the apparent romance of it all.

She'd gotten sick at that function. It was sudden and violent, and she'd had a week off work, the poor thing.]

A magical dishwasher, no less. [That had been oddly fun, getting the magic and technology to work. but that's not what they're really talking about, and Narcissa is just a little smug when Oct's eyes linger - and then her girlfriend (and hadn't they fallen into that accidentally?) fucks up completely, and shows her hand.

Interesting.

Narcissa blames the wine.]

Mm, not bad, no. Nice and tall, lovely broad shoulders.

[Nonchalant, of course. And all true, though she didn't really have any interest in someone else's husband. Or someone else, period.]

[eightdead]

[Sometimes, being a lightweight is fun. You don't have to spend as much to get trashed out of your mind. Like you do, every so often, when you have a mind like Octavo's. And then sometimes it completely runs you into a corner. Like now. She's not even trashed, per se. Just a tiny bit tipsy and not watching her words like she should, because of other thoughts flowing through her head.

Though some other thoughts join it when Narcissa compliments the man in question, and that air of forced casualness just grows even more dense. Dishwasher packed, she sits down between them on a bar stool, just a tad deflated.]

Probably pretty good at functions. ...staring aside.

[Not always having to play a game and stick to the rules, when interacting with others. Empathy. Inherent kindness. Things that normal people have; people who aren't Octavo.]