bakerstreet | Happy wife, happy life

Happy wife, happy life

the "little wife*" smut meme
( * or "little husband" )
not actually a marriage meme
possibly an au meme

Sometimes, no matter who you are, life is rough. You don't get a medal just for showing up - you have to work and work hard; a good deal of the time, that work doesn't even get acknowledged. All that grind, grind, grind, all for nothing. Or if it's not for nothing, it sure feels like it. And even if you were born with the silver-est of spoons placed between your privileged lips, it's still natural to have bad days. Yet pampered prince, magical girl, demon hunter, evil villain, or Starfleet captain alike, there's one place you should, ideally, be free from judgement, hate, and: home. Your domicile, your kingdom, where you can kick off your shoes. Okay, it may not be perfect and it may not be permanent (hotel rooms and campsites count), but it's somewhere to rest your head.

You know what's even better? Having someone to come home to who holds down the fort and will show you a little r-e-s-p-e-c-t when you come through the door. Even the baddest of dudes have a weakness for being taken care of. What's especially good? Having that person be your significant other. The cherry on the cake? When that significant other takes care of things like the traditional "housewife"/"househusband" image. Don't worry. Just because husband/wife is mentioned in those words, wedding bells need not ring. Your characters don't have to be married, want to get married, or even know what marriage is to play! All they need is someone to come home to and be with...

...and be with, after a long day of thinking about them.

To avoid being too long, this meme is about your haggard characters getting some much-deserved rest and to play the kinks associated with the concept of "housewife" (there needs to be a more gender neutral term) - doting from either side, reuniting, hurt/comfort, clothing kinks such as aprons or traditional housewife fare, touch and massage, foodplay, fixing or brushing of hair, bathing, bonding activities, claiming/possession, absence making the want grow fonder, one stoic partner who everyone thinks is above it being a secret sex maniac at home, taming (making one character the submissive "wife"), hyper-femininity/hyper-masculinity, adhering to assigned gender roles (or not!), and anything that involves playing up the "little wife" image in both characters eyes. Of course, how strictly these kinks are adhered to is strictly up to you. The characters could just be a loving couple where one treats the other to their body after a long day, who knows? Whether this is a reality between the two or some sort of kinky roleplay is equally up to you. Don't feel confined by anything! AUing is more than welcome, and the situation doesn't have to be romantic. Maybe the characters are just in it for release, or one of them is biting the hand that feeds. What can be more deliciously evil than a bad guy being terrible to their little "wife?" Or maybe that's the point all along: one character being humiliated by being stuck in that role is what the other wants.

Play it as fast and loose as you'd like. After all, home is where you can be yourself.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character and preferences. Remember, things like risk of pregnancy or problematic implications could come with this meme as kinks, so be sure to at least mention what you absolutely do not want at all.
Mention which side of the equation you'd like to play - or both, if that's cool.
This meme runs on assumed CR and handwaved relationship, but mentioning that you're open to it can't hurt.
Otherwise, comment around to your heart's content after slapping up your basic top leveler.

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[Open to anything, have fun]

( here's a canon AU/future "what-if" version of sailor moon. see parallel sailor moon for more info.

let her be your waifu and dote all over you.

personally, i'm more interested in similarly-aged characters, but i'll thread with younger guys as long as everyone involved's 18+ - though i can be swayed if your guy's a particularly mature 16/17. otherwise, go for it! assume any cr or scenario you'd like. )

( he's not going to be great at doing chores since he's used to maids, but he'll be pretty decent at the doting aspect. interested in hyper-femininity and possibly switching who's on top/bottom, because why not have the hyper-feminine one on top? kinks. default age is around 19. )

[I have still been unable to get the Pokemons, but Ilima seems like the type who would be super cute in an apron. I'm. Just putting that out there. But yeah, definitely interested in hyper-fem top, especially since Tsukki fits the "stoic partner" bit featured up in the meme description.]

[Maybe something like cute fem househusband Ilima "forcing" his stubborn husband into something relaxing? Don't ask me why, but there's just something delightful to me about serious bondage mixing with something sweeter like care or being fed or whatever.]

[Of course, I'm into any other ideas you might have, too!]

( honestly? you're right. he would. i'm more than interested in this, it sounds so fun! i'm thinking maybe massaging -> shibari if you're interested? )

[Massaging and shibari, two very good kinks! I'm game for it. I'll be able to get a starter up tomorrow (getting pretty late over here, etc), but if you have one in mind you want to write up, that's fine too. I'm pretty flexible.]

( awesome! i'll let you handle it, as i'm going to bed myself! )

[ooc: First, I’M SO SORRY, I meant to get to this yesterday and then pet things happened, and I just spaced out on RP responsibilities. Second, I hope this is alright! Settled with Pokemon setting because I’m a sap like that.]

[Initially, working at the buffet in the city had been simply a means to an end: something to do when he wasn’t attending the trainer’s school, something that could make sure he didn’t really have to worry too much about money. After all, if one could manage it, then it wasn’t that bad a place to work out. People from all over love the entertainment that comes with it, nothing like a battle working up the appetite and making things a little fun. It helps that Hau’oli City is such a big tourist destination to start with, so new people are always passing through, and that in turn interests the regulars who like to be surprised. Thus, lots of business, lots of tips. Good for a young trainer saving up.]

[Only…. Then Kei hadn’t moved onto other things, because then a promotion had surprisingly happened. From waiter, to veteran, to managing the entire place. Even know, he’s not entirely sure how it happened. Sure, he was smart enough that the business parts of it were doable, responsible enough not to let anything fall to pieces, and his team is good enough for respect on the battling front… Yet somehow, he’d figured it was a position that would go to someone else.]

[It’s certainly not one he was going to deny, however, not with the security the job gave him and a fairly nice paycheck. Yet there’s one big downside… How exhausted it can make him. Dealing with finances, food, maintaining the quality of their food, employees, squabbles between trainers over if a battle was legitimate or not, any damage that might occur from overly rambunctious customers… It’s enough to make a guy nearly keel over. Today has been especially tiring, and it shows as he comes in through the front door only to slump against it once it’s closed behind him. Even his impressive aloof facade is clearly under stress as he lets his head roll back, and he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. No matter the fact that he’s at home, it seems like he has trouble letting down his walls sometimes.]

[But he really is glad for the one person he has waiting for him here. He really is.]

I’m home, Ilima.

( ooc: Not a problem! My RP muse in general has been lacking for a few days but I'm back in the game. And awesome!! )

[ Ilima has been preparing dinner for the two of them, following the recipe carefully and to the letter. Making meals on his own is still something he sometimes struggles with, having come from a wealthy background, but he manages well enough. Sometimes he goes to his parents' house to take lessons from the help around the house, which was what he had done a few days prior in preparation for this meal, one from Kanto just for Kei.

It's been some time since he's retired from being Trial Captain and resorted to staying at home full time, managing their quaint living space and acting as the perfect little househusband to Kei. At the moment, he's even dressed in a frilly apron, hair pulled into a side ponytail like usual to keep it out of the way. He turns off the burner and starts putting the cooked food on plates just as Kei announces he's home, and he smiles. ]

Welcome home. Are you hungry?

[ He stops what he's doing to go greet him, Smeargle and Gumshoos having beaten him to the punch. Ilima lets them get their dose of Kei before leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek, studying his face. He looks so stressed! Maybe they'll skip dinner for now. A hand goes to rub Kei's arm, hoping to soothe him somewhat. ]

[You’d think that, with running a buffet and everything, he’d get desensitized to people in aprons, right? That’s what he thought, once, but somehow Ilima just proves him wrong. For a second, Kei can’t help but get distracted by the sight of him, hand swinging back down to his side, and that means he almost gets swarmed by his husband’s Pokemon. With his own Umbreon tucked away, he’s a little more obliging to lean down and let them fuss before looking to Ilima.]

Mostly just… exhausted, honestly.

[But give him half an hour, and he’ll… probably remember that food is a thing. Or get gently bullied into it. One or the other.]

[ Ilima shakes his head. This won't do at all. Beckoning Gumshoos and Smeargle, he makes sure they're no longer bothering the already-exhausted Kei, giving them both pats on the head and letting them scurry off. He's been keeping them outside of Pokeballs and making them more domesticated since his battling days, though they do often times get to be rambunctious. No time for that now.

He reaches to take one of Kei's hands, acting as the doting husband he is. ]

You ought to rest, then. Come, sit down. Would you like some tea?

[Well, he’s certainly not against that at all. Pushing away from the door, he idly rubs his thumb against the smooth skin across Ilima’s knuckles. His other hand is already reaching up to loosen the bowtie around his throat, popping a few buttons up there to reveal the curve of his throat and the hollow of his collarbones.]

Sounds good to me. What do we have?

[ Ilima leads the way to the sofa, smiling to himself at the thumb brushing against his skin. He squeezes Kei's hand gently, guiding him and letting him sit down. ]

Let's see... green tea, Roserade, chamomile, Earl Grey, and I believe we still have some peppermint.

[ He likes tea, thus the variety. ]

Let me try to guess. Chamomile?

I guess I’m just that predictable, aren’t I?

[That, and they’re married, so of course his husband is going to know his tea preferences for when he’s stressed. It’d be a twist if he didn’t. Sinking into the seat, he lets his head fall back only to watch through half-lidded eyes as Ilima is nearby. It’s a shame that the day exhausted him so much, because he’s still not over the look of Ilima in aprons. There’s nothing better.]

Most of the time.

[ With a smile, he moves from Kei's side to go prepare the tea. Once the kettle is on the stove, he returns, sitting on the arm of the sofa. Ilima reaches to stroke his fingers through Kei's short hair, caressing to his cheek and then his jaw. ]

How about this: you have tea, we eat dinner, and then I give you a massage. Does that sound appealing?

[Without really thinking about it too hard, he leans into Ilima’s touch, his fingers nudging upwards to settle lightly against his thigh.]

If you’re going to bribe me like that, I guess I don’t have any choice.

[Like he’s being forced to eat a delicious dinner… Sometimes, he’s just a little ridiculous.]

Just be aware that there are probably a frankly offensive amount of knots in my back.

[ Ilima pinches Kei's cheek playfully, smirking. ]

Duly noted. I'm going to make sure you melt into the bed.

[ The kettle begins to whistle and he pulls away to go tend to it, pouring a cup of hot tea for him. He brings the mug over and sets it down on a coaster. ]

Need anything else?

[Wrapping his fingers around the cup, he sighs and lets it warm him for a second before reaching up to blow and take a sip.]

….I thought of something but frankly it’s too embarrassing for anyone in their right mind to say, so I’ll just finish my tea while you make sure the house doesn’t burn down from the oven or something.

Now you simply must say it. I already turned the oven off. I think.

[ ...in fact, he goes to check. No accidents here! ]

[Still with a flat look in his eyes, Kei sticks out his tongue at Ilima’s back.]

You’ll have to pry it out of me.

[ Ha, he did turn it off! Ilima comes back, trying not to smile as he puts his hands on his hips. He comes up to Kei, leaning down and putting his hand on the wall, staring at him. ]

Tell me. Tell me or... I'll tickle you. Or worse: I'll get Smeargle to tickle you.

[It’s amazing how an utterly ridiculous threat works perfectly, and Kei’s expression sinks into a suspicious scowl as he curls back into the chair.]

You wouldn’t dare. Not while I have tea in my hands.

( ooc: Sorry for the delay, I sprained my hand ;w; )

Of course not. I would take away the tea, then tickle you.

[ He flashes a smile. ]

[ooc: No worries, totally understandable! I hope your hand is better now! :c ]

And if I just keep the tea in my hands forever?

( ooc: It is now!! Sorry for the delay again! )

I shall remove it carefully from your hands, place it out of reach, then subject you to my tickle-torture.

[There’s no reply to that, just Kei trying to get up to his feet in what is undeniably a retreat. He has no shame in using his height to try and keep his tea right where it is and thus stay safe from being tickled, thank you.]

( Sorry for this delay as well! RL stuff happened, if this is too late feel free to ignore it!! )

[ Darn him and his height. That's one thing he can't compete with. Ilima tries his best to foil his plan, but Kei ends up getting the upper hand this time, and he tries desperately to reach up and take the glass, leaning on the tips of his toes. ]

Kei. This is quite unfair.

[ But he has a trick up his sleeve. He tries for the human equivalent of Charm, batting his Baby-Doll Eyes with a pout. ]

I won't tickle you if you simply tell me what you thought. I promise I won't laugh.

...You’re a cheater. You realize that, right?

[Ilima used CHARM! ….It’s SUPER EFFECTIVE! In other words, ugh, crap. Kei’s mouth twists. It’s really unfair, having a husband that knows how to twist him around his fingers so well with eyes like that.]

[ It's difficult not to laugh. His laugh is soft and still manages to escape him as he tries to stifle it. That's all right, though - he just buries against Kei, holding onto his shirt as he giggles into his shoulder. He snorts, pulling back once he's collected himself. ]

Do you give up, then? Can I finally know what you thought?

I’m getting a divorce.

[But it’s an idle and completely un-serious bit of grousing as Ilima laughs against his shirt, where he’s sure he must smell of every kind of food imaginable. Kei lets him have it out, sure to avoid eye contact as his husband looks at him again.]

Fine. It was “I just need you”, and I am highly resentful that you used your cute face to pry that out of me.

That wasn't so difficult, was it?

[ Ilima lingered close. He kissed Kei's cheek, smiling as he pulled away. ]

I'm happy to hear that. It's sweet; romantic. I just need you, too.

[ His gaze is fond and affectionate. He smiles brightly. ]

Shall I leave you to your tea now? Have I bothered you enough?

I’m melting as we speak.

[But it’s utterly deadpan, and he accepts the kiss with only mild huffing.]

You just pried something romantic out of me and now you want to leave me? I see how it is.

Oh dear. How insensitive of me! I really ought to cherish this moment. It isn't every day you're so outwardly romantic.

[ He smiles. Ilima moves to drape himself over Kei, warm and soft. He smells nice; clean, fragrant. He kisses at Kei's neck slowly, caressing up his chest. It's an affectionate gesture, one that isn't necessarily suggestive. ]

Does my husband want special attention, perhaps? Would you like your massage now rather than later?

Mm…

[An indistinct murmur fumbles out of him as he eases back, like Ilima is weighing him down, and it doesn’t take much effort to just let his head loll to the side a little so that there’s more skin in reach of his husband’s lips.]

If you’re offering it…

[ Aha. His husband is far too cute for his own good. Ilima kisses more of his exposed skin, letting his lips linger for a few moments before pulling back. ]

I am. Let's go.

[ He pulls away, offering his hand for Kei to take. ]

[Most of his tea is gone by this point, so he sets the mug to the side and slides his hand into Ilima’s.]

Lead the way.

[ Ilima leads the way to their room, not making any move to take off the apron he's wearing. He lets go of Kei's hand and gestures for him to get on the bed, joining him. He waits for him to get comfortable. ]

Go ahead and get undressed from the waist up.

Stripping me already, wow….

[But it’s just teasing- something that’s gotten a bit gentler in the years since he’d finished school and started working. It’s teasing, too, as he sits up with his legs off the side of the bed and begins to undress slowly. There’s a bit of unnecessary movements in there, stretches that cart his shirt a little bit up over his spine before he tosses his vest into the laundry in, slow slides of it down his shoulder next….]

[But finally, that’s off too, and he folds his arms beneath his chin as he lays back down.]

Good?

Oh, my. Trying to entice me already?

[ He teases back just as much. Ilima smirks, seemingly unaffected by the little show. It is enticing, though, but he won't let Kei have the satisfaction of knowing just how much he enjoys it. It's a private matter.]

Excellent.

[ He leans in once he lays down, smoothing his hands over his back. Applying pressure, he caresses up and then down, beginning to knead. He pays mind to his shoulders especially, squeezing and rubbing the tension out. ]

How is it?

It’s a mystery.

[So yes.]

[But there’s no time for teasing or enticing when he feels those fingers digging into him. A hiss slips out between his teeth, but it’s not a bad one. He hadn’t realized how bad he was until just now; it’s the best kind of release as each one is ground out of him.]

Great… How much of a mess do I feel like?

[battle hardened adventurer looking for someone to come home to after a long day of saving villagers and blasting away undead. ~~assumed cr 100% ok~~ no experience necessary.

should probably be ok with horns & tail.

plz apply within.

secretly evil wizards need not apply.]

[Good for either-or role, can age up. Kinklist and character info in journal.]

(Prefer to play opposite the "little wife".)

[ Open to either role! Cannonmates preferred. ]

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