The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme ♡

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The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

RULES! ❧ Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have. ❧ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 15. The number corresponds to the scenario that you will play out in whatever way you want to. ❧ Go from there!

THE LIST! 01] baby Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy. 02] just married Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon... 03] house hunting Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully... 04] household chores It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done? 05] shopping Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not. 06] family vacation WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever ... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~. 07] romantic retreat It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other. 08] comfort Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else? 09] pet Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it! 10] holiday Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count! 11] argument Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight. 12] making up It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right? 13] surprise, surprise You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you. 14] proposal SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative? 15] other I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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[lebaron]

[Marius kisses him this way because to Marius, Chante really is the most treasured person in the world. He's the most treasured person in Marius' world, anyway, and for him, that's all that matters. He lets out a little hum as Chante's arms pull around his waist, and their chests are pressed flush against eachother. Marius' heart is pounding - he'd thought that was supposed to stop a long time ago, but really, he can't help but feel so much excitement whenever they do this. His hands wander down Chante's spine in light, easy touches.]

[lalouette]

[The combination of Marius's hands wandering down his spine and the feel of his heart beating against his causes Chante to shiver in delight and expectancy, and he leans back a little, both to take in more of those touches and so that he could snake his hands up the body of the man he loves with the gentleness of a soft breeze across a meadow and the intensity of a wave crashing against a rocky cliff, feeling every curve and contour through his shirt, palms sliding up his chest until they settle on the nape of his neck, holding him in place as Chante arches against him, lips still caught in his all the while.]

[lebaron]

[He's a little nervous about this, but he's heard about people doing this sort of thing outside before. The gardens, after all, are quite private. Thinking about it gives him a rush to the head - his hands move tentatively, slowly, but they slide up under Chante's shirt to rest on his stomach.

Marius isn't often bold, but when he is, he tries very hard.]

[lalouette]

[The feeling of Marius's hands on his stomach causes Chante to inhale sharply through the kiss and his heart beat a little faster, so hey, at least Marius's trying paid off. Chante can also feel his face heat up; they're in the open, and even if it's a private garden it does make him feel somewhat exposed, and like Marius he has only ever heard of people doing these things outside and not actually experiencing it himself.

But Chante has always been more of a lark than a dove. Like the untamed gardens back in his former home, before he and Marius were wed, beneath his calm serenity lies a little bit of wildness. So he responds by running his hands down Marius's side, around his waist and underneath the back of his shirt, then slides them up the warm skin of Marius's back as he imagines the patterns of freckles that scatter there.]

[lebaron]

[He really does love his lark of a husband. It's so much easier, so much more rewarding for him in the long run, when they're being adventurous and Chante is right there with him, testing out new waters and even pushing the envelope a bit. Which, Marius thinks, is what they're doing right now.

[And at this point, Chante can probably map out the freckles peppering his skin easily. Marius sleeps shirtless - not out of, y'know, glamour or anything, but out of habit. There was a long period of time when he couldn't afford pajamas. His thumbs rub soft circles into Chante's skin, and he murmurs against his lips.]

This is okay, right?

[lalouette]

[Chante doesn't think he could ever do these things, want to do them with anyone but Marius. Not that Chante's ever been with anyone else before him, but that's probably not the point.

The point is that with Marius, Chante feels braver. It's probably strange, considering that he's always been brave, but his strengths seem amplified tenfold just by Marius's mere presence and he never even knew that was possible. Marius's touches are electric and he's breathless when he responds,]

Yes.

[And that same boldness is what lets him slip his hands away from underneath Marius's shirt and lean back slightly, hesitating for only a second before his fingers wrap along the edges of his own shirt. His eyes lock with Marius's for a moment before he raises his arms, pulls his shirt off and sets it on the empty bench space beside him.

His heart is racing both from nervousness and the thrill of the moment, and the feel of the cool air against his bare skin causes him to shiver slightly. He closes the gap between them again, his eyes falling half-shut as he brushes his lips against Marius's and says in almost a whisper,]

I love you.

[lebaron]

[Oh.

Oh wow.

See, it's not like they haven't made love before. They're married. But Marius - well, he's thought about it out here, once before. Seconds before, actually. And he has to kind of wonder if Chante is a mind reader when he begins to take off his shirt.

Oh, god.

His eyes trail up the expanse of skin being revealed along Chante's chest as he takes his shirt off, and then his hands are on him again, shaking a little but trailing up his sides, under his arms, his back. His eyes flutter closed as he presses his lips back into Chante's, murmuring as they break for air.]

I love you too, Chante. God, I really do love you.

[lalouette]

[Another mild tremble shakes Chante's body, but this time it's from the feel of Marius's exploring hands all over him, a warm and welcome contrast against the cool air. He has to admit: he's always liked making love to Marius, but being out here in the open adds a little bit more excitement to it, even when his pulse is racing and he has to swallow to keep his nervousness at bay, even when he knows from Marius's touches that he's equally as nervous too.

But with those few words it's like the knot in Chante's gut is untied and a new surge of love and confidence swells in him. He smiles tenderly in response, watching his husband through half-lidded eyes for a moment before he closes them and locks lips with Marius once more, lingering only for a few seconds before he trails gentle kisses up his jawline. He presses his lips against the lobe of Marius's ear, then flicks his tongue at its curves as his fingers trace the skin close to the waistband of Marius's pants.]

[lebaron]

[There's a knot in Marius' throat and it only grows when he feels Chante's tongue running against the shell of his ear, his mouth trailing up his jaw and leaving him to gasp in little breaths just a second before. He's finding he doesn't know what to do with his hands for a moment and he slides them back up Chante's sides again, running down the front of his chest and back up again.

And then the hands move to play at the waistband of his pants and his eyes shoot open, a tingle running down his spine. They're doing this. They're doing this out here, and he can't help but let out a little elated moan.]

[lalouette]

[Chante hums in appreciation and hopes it urges Marius on, because his moan that echoes in Chante's ears is more than a little encouraging.

So there's a little more mischief now, in the smile on his lips close to Marius's ear, and he gives his earlobe a playful, gentle bite, while his hands wander away from Marius's waistband and his fingers wrap around the end of Marius's shirt. That's when he stops, though, and leans back and catches his husband's eye, a thoughtful, silent question in his. And though the temptation to just yank his shirt off is there, Chante isn't going to do anything Marius doesn't want him to.]

[lebaron]

[There's a sharp little hiss as Chante administers the bite to Marius's earlobe, and he jumps a little bit out of surprise. But the touches are coming back, close to his waistband, his stomach again, and he all but melts under his husband's hands. Marius may still be awkward and fumble sometimes, but Chante truly is talented.

And then their eyes meet, the question in Chante's clear. Marius gives a little nod and a sheepish smile, encouraging his husband to press on, letting him know he wants this.]

[lalouette]

[It's not like he's going to deny that he likes that little reaction, that little jump, because it's adorable, just like almost everything else Marius does. And when Marius gives his permission Chante's returns the smile with an almost bashful grin, feeling the heat spread across his cheeks again.

He leans over to plant a quick peck on Marius's lips before he lifts Marius's shirt away slowly and gently, almost as if he's made of something delicate. The desire to shower his husband's chest with kisses as he raises the shirt higher tugs at him, but for now Chante settles for looking, observing. He has seen his Marius's body before, of course, but he admires and loves it all the same, his eyes wandering across every curve and expanse of Marius's skin, memorizing every line and mark and freckle until he can map them out with his eyes closed.

When he casts the shirt away and sets it beside his own discarded piece of clothing, he chews on his lower lip, tentatively giving Marius a kiss on the side of his lips as he leans forward, a hand resting on Marius's bare waist.]

[lebaron]

[Marius is glad to raise his arms to help Chante take off his shirt. Anything to help him, to make this easier and not at all awkward is fine with him, because he kind of wants to do this again and they haven't even started yet. His cheeks are tinged a little red, but that's because he's still trying to catch his breath.

He returns the kiss to the corner of his mouth and then Chante's leaning forward, hands on his waist, and Marius has nowhere to go but back. He lies down little by little, his arms curling around Chante's neck to pull him down too, and something overcomes him - some kind of fervor or bravery, he doesn't know what it is. But his hands trail over Chante's sides again and he leans in, pressing a trail of kisses down his neck and humming softly, appreciatively.]

[lalouette]

[Abruptly, a momentarily sense of panic goes through Chante, and as Marius pulls him down he grabs both his and Marius's shirt from beside him to place on the bench before the back of Marius's head can make contact with it. (Because this is Marius, after all, and if there's anyone who could hurt himself while making love on a bench in a garden it would be him.)

And then his eyes grow wide with surprise at the hands on his sides and the trail of kisses. It is not that he doesn't know that Marius has his moments—he does, and his husband is wonderful when they happen—it is more of when it occurs that catches him off-guard.

Not that they are unwelcome, however. One hand goes to Marius's hair to gently clutch at it as his pulse races where Marius's lips touch, the other leaning against the backrest of the bench to keep his balance. His eyes flutter close and Marius's name escapes his lips in a mixture of love and desire.]

[lebaron]

[Marius has bruised himself making love in a soft bed. (He clocked his head right against the headboard.) A bench is just another challenge for him to overcome.

Really, though, he does love it so when he can manage to work up the gall to get sensual with Chante. He murmurs his husband's name back, pulling him closer and taking a deep breath in, almost like he's taking his essence in. He needs to keep Chante close - not out of fear he'll run, because that's so far from it. No, in fact, he spends quite a bit of time holding Chante's hand, or sitting close to him, just for the comfort of it all. Courfeyrac occasionally makes fun of him, says he's dopey in love even after he's married, but Marius really can't help it.

His mouth wanders a little lower, kissing over Chante's collar and shoulders.]

[lalouette]

[C R I E S MARius at this point Chante is going to suggest they invest on a fully-padded room, seriously.

He chews on his lower lip as Marius pulls him closer, adjusting his position so that one arm is now next to Marius's head, and that's where he leans most of his weight against. The warmth pooling in his stomach increases in intensity as he feels Marius's lips head lower, and the soft moan escapes him is followed by the heat rising in his cheeks and neck and coloring them a deep shade of red.

Chante runs his fingers through Marius's hair and down to his neck and side, then reaches for the button on his pants to unhook it. His hand lingers there for a moment longer, uncertain—because, you know, it's not as if he's ever done outdoor sex before; do you take off all your clothes?—and then he decides to slide it under Marius's boxers and presses it against him.]

[lebaron]

[He sees the flushing in Chante's skin as he kisses down his chest and can't help but realize how beautiful his husband is. He knows it - tells him all the time - but every time it strikes him he can't help but have his breath taken away a little bit. Still, there's a task at hand right now, and he fully intends on completing it. His mouth trails lower still, kissing at Chante's chest, over his nipples.

He stops momentarily - oh, God, Chante's hand is traveling dangerously low - and his breath hitches before he resumes his kissing, trying to shower Chante with love. He feels his husband's hand pressing up against him bare, though, and he lets out an elated little moan, his eyes fluttering closed. He presses up into Chante's hand. This is okay, he's doing okay - no, this is great.

[lalouette]

[Maybe it's the huge unfamiliarity of this present situation that causes a delayed reaction in Chante's brain, but it's only when Marius's kisses trail lower (it sends tingles down his spine and speeds up his breath and he feels loved, knows he's loved without question, and that knowledge warms him from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his heart) that it finally sinks in.

Oh, so they're really, actually doing this, huh.

He wants to show Marius how much he loves him, too. Wants his husband to feel the way he does: like he's soaring. So at Marius's thrust Chante wraps his fingers around him, and at his next kiss Chante begins to stroke slowly, biting his lower lip to muffle a moan and sliding downwards a little to get a better grip at Marius.]

[lebaron]

[The fact that this is something they're really going to do isn't lost on Marius, either, but he's not exactly focusing on that. Right now, he's focusing on the fact that Chante is doing this to him, got his hand wrapped around him and stroking. It's kind of all consuming, actually, the raw tingling, heated sensation that's pooling low in his belly from this and the fact that someone loves him so much to do this in a garden of all places, where they could be found easily.

He presses more little kisses to Chante's chest, and they're a little open mouthed and a little sloppy but he doesn't care too much about that. He sinks down a little bit, his mouth near chante's belly button, and then slides his own hand into his husband's pants, just moaning softly and palming him through his boxers.]

C-can I touch it?

[lalouette]

[Chante doesn't mind either, honestly; he's too concentrated on making Marius feel good while keeping balance on top of him despite the (welcome) distraction of Marius's lips all over him, so that he doesn't crush Marius by accident or something ridiculous like that.

But the combination of Marius's hot breath against his stomach and the feel of his husband's hands on him proves a little too much. Chante gasps, and his hand slides out of Marius's pants and clutches tight against the edge of the bench, knuckles white as he tries his best to keep his weight off Marius. He swallows hard in between quickening breaths before he responds.]

Yes.

[The affirmation comes out a little too hoarse and filled with desire and want, and Chante immediately turns red as soon as the word leaves his lips. It's not as if Marius hasn't heard something similar from him before; still, it can be embarrassing, especially when he's made fully aware of it.]

[lebaron]

[In all honesty, it would be more likely for Marius to feel a wave of joy and accidentally fall of the bench. When it strikes him, Marius is passionate to a fault. He hears his husband speak low and husky and almost smirks, because god, it's obvious that Chante wants this, wants him, and he would never say it aloud but that's sexy as hell. Instead, Marius just gets redder, which is somehow possible. His hand reaches further into Chante's pants and curls around him, giving a few experimental strokes over the head before he begins to work him.]

[lalouette]

[The groans that escape Chante's lips are muffled at first, but when Marius begins to stroke him he releases a loud, unrestrained moan. It isn't entirely uncontrollable, either; he wants Marius to know exactly how this is affecting him, how much he loves what he's doing, how he makes him feel.

He closes his eyes and matches Marius's strokes with his thrusts, and Marius's name escapes him, low and filled with desire, and the rest of the world disappears from his mind.]

[lebaron]

[He hears his own name and gives Chante a squeeze, repeating his husband's name back to him - his true name, not his nickname. They are married now - there are few secrets, save the one his father told Marius he must keep from Chante. He leans up to kiss his husband, slow and sweet, and it's a big contrast from what he's doing with his hands, working him harder and faster.]

[lalouette]

[Chante gasps at the squeeze, and when he hears his real name its effect on him is dizzying, and he takes in quick, sharp gasps as a shiver runs through him.

When Marius kisses him he returns it as best as he could, with equal sweetness, and then he breathes sharply because the feeling at the pit of his stomach is blazing, and then a sudden surge of pleasure courses through him and he abruptly breaks the kiss.]

Oh God...

[He leans his head against Marius's shoulder, breath quick and hot against his neck, and he showers him with kisses even as he ruts harder against his hand. A drop of sweat trickles down the bridge of his nose and pools on Marius's collarbone.]

[lebaron]

[Marius instinctively pulls Chante closer when he feels his husband rest his head against his shoulder, and he can't help but feel a little bit of pride when the shiver runs through him. He knows that 'Elisee' is not something he tells exactly everyone about, and the fact that he knows it can make Chante feel so deeply is something that really makes him feel close to his husband...and a little dirty, because he only calls Chante that in moments like this. It's embarrassing, because Marius is still so unfamiliar with that feeling at all, but he also kind of loves it.

He can't possibly work Chante any harder than this, but he does whisper in his husband's ear, breathy and so impossibly hard right now. He needs to release too , but...Chante comes first. Chante will always come first, in everything.]

It- it's okay, love, you can...

[He doesn't like saying the word 'come' in that way, still. There are just some things Marius is just too bashful about.]