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SUPER FLUFF MEME

It's what you get when you combine the Affectionate Physical Contact Meme with the general Fluff meme. Since they're both basically related and are involved with one another, why not go ahead and throw them together for the ultimate fluff situation? Here's how it works:

Post with your character with the character's name and series in the subject line.
Others respond.
Use RNG and enter 1-15 to pick a scenario.
Then use RNG again and enter 1-9 to pick which physical contact to use next. "Roll" this as often as you want.
Enjoy the fluff!

fluff scenario

1. Sick day. You're down with the flu or some injury. Whatever the reason, you're bedridden or at the hospital. Aren't you lucky that that special someone came to visit you?

2. Date night. You've made special plans to show that special someone just how much you love them and nothing can go wrong tonight.

3. Cheer up. One or both of you is feeling down and it's time to get out of that slump by either finding a way to distract yourself or talking it out with the other person.

4. Love confession. Your stomach is doing flip flops and your heart is racing, but you've read all the signs right, and it's time to let that other person know you feel the same way.

5. Special gift. Maybe it's the first time, or maybe this is the gift that really counts. Birthday, Christmas, or just a random present, you've been planning and saving up for this one and are hoping that special person will like it.

6. Last time (for awhile). One of you is going away for some reason (it can be as simple or angsty as you want it to be) and you may be back or you may not, but you want to spend the time you've got left where you are with someone special.

7. Pillow talk. You've just had fantastic sex (which playing out is optional!) and you're both content to lay back and enjoy a little bit of pillow talk or maybe go for round two as soon as you catch your breath!

8. Shared dessert. Whether it's because you're both cheap or you're one of those cute, lovey-dovey couples who love sharing desserts, the two of you are sharing that delicious ice cream sundae or cake with one another. Did some of it get on your partner's nose? Or maybe you want to go ahead and take a bite out of the cookie sticking out of their mouth.

9. Need a friend. You just want to hang out with the guys/girls and have a little fun.

10. I'm sorry. You had a fight with someone and now it's time to kiss and make up. . . or at least make up.

11. A moment at home. There's nothing better than enjoying a peaceful day without anything to worry about. Maybe you'll share a book with a friend, or just enjoy some tea and catch up.

12. Been so long. You're back after a long trip somewhere and now it's time to meet up with someone you've missed a lot and make up for lost time!

13. I'll defend you until the end. You're going to fight for that person and you're going to let them know it or show them, whichever comes first.

14. Pillow fight. You're both feeling the need to have some friendly horseplaying, and what better way than with pillows?

15. Wild card. Reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

physical contact

1. Hugging. You just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. Be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.

2. Kissing. Whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! Be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.

3. Holding hands. It's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. But that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. What the sentiment is is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.

4. Carrying. Is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? Do they want a piggyback ride? Or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? Whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination (maybe even the bedroom).

5. Dancing. Kick up the music, because it's time to dance! But no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! You can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. Personally, I recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!

6. Massaging. Did your significant other have a rough day? Did they get hurt? Or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? Whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. They'll feel wonderful in no time!

7. Tickling. Does that special someone feel a little tense? Maybe they've been frowning a little too much late? Or maybe you're just feeling a little devilish. Give them a tickle and see what happens!

8. Cuddling. Sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. Hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.

9. Wild Card. Reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

(stolen from various memes on

memebells )

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[ Similarly, he's happy with any rhythm, any pace, just as long as she doesn't stop or plan on stopping any time soon. His hands fly to her hips to anchor her against him, and he slowly starts to lift his hips up to meet her halfway, letting them collide into one another in a slow, deliberate motion. ]

So good, Al.

You're good.

[ She does continue on for a bit, lolling her head around to rest on his shoulder. If her breath is enough of a tell, she's already pretty wound up from their touches - ready for more and more and more of him with each heavy exhale she releases. She does stop eventualy, but it's not long before she's holding him in her hand, placing his length in the correct position, with her hovering over. Again, Allison makes eye contact, looking for a a-okay. As stated, his comfort comes first! ]

This... okay?

[ He's hard against the soft skin of her inner thigh, practically ready to jump out of his skin, his length throbbing against her palm when she reaches down to touch him and guide him into the correct position. He can't answer in words right away, but he nods shakily, reaching up to lightly cup the back of her neck in his hand as he tips her head back to kiss her lips, her chin, her neck. ]

Please, Allison.

[ And that's all the motivation Allison needs. She kisses him where she can on his forehead, before sinking herself down onto him, slowly.

Automatically there's a soft sigh at approval, while her fingers grip tightly onto his shoulders for lack of something else to hold. She steadies herself before she starts moving anymore - eventually rising and sinking her hips with rapidly gained confidence. She's still slow, still getting used to the feeling again, but she's filled with sound due to every movement. ]

Scott.

[ He's a goner the moment she shifts her weight and slides down onto him. She's somehow always so tight, like a hot velvet fist around his length, and just when he thinks he can't possibly handle it for another single second, her hips press flush against his and she lingers close, letting the both of them adjust. He finds her mouth with his for a brief kiss before she starts to move, and then he leans back, one hand palming her hip as she effectively rides him. ]

God, you look so hot right now, it's unbelievable.

That's so embarrassing.

[ Said as teasingly as she can manage. She doesn't stop, she doesn't even falter, she just keeps riding him - faster now - and with determination. She might arch her back just a bit more, maybe put in a few over-the-top moans, maybe lick her lips a few times, maybe grab her own breast once in awhile. If he thought she was hot, then all she wanted to do was make herself look hotter to him. The embarrassment was a dirty, dirty lie. ]

You look -

[ She never finishes, ether too overwhelmed with pleasure, or she couldn't think of a word to describe him. Sure he's hot (she's definitely not going to deny that), but he looks very... peaceful? At ease. Not as concerned as he normally looked, with all the worries of their "normal" life. She likes the look on him. ]

[ Obviously this is something he's never going to point out to her outside of the moment, because he knows it'll make her blush profusely, but he might just have to pull her aside at some point and whisper little reminders of this in her ear, just to feel her squirm against him. She's smooth and fluid in her movement, hips rocking back and forth without interruption. He slides one hand up between her breasts when she arches her back, his other still resting against her spine.

And he is - peaceful, that is. Aside from the occasional furrowing of his brow when she starts to ride faster, lips half-parted as he groans deeply, his expression is relaxed as she takes him inside her, over and again as that heat begins to pool low in his groin. ]

[ He's a cruel, cruel man in the best ways possible.

Allison is loud and uncaring, whimpering at each thrust. She can't really tell what's up and down anymore, but she knows she has that rhythm going with her hips, up and down and up and down. She carries it on, building herself up then falling to her release, grinding in as her enters her, crying out from ecstasy. It's not nearly as gentle as it was at first, now she's lust-struck and obsessed with finding some relief in their touches.

Her mind's getting hazy, heart drumming loudly in her chest. She can feel orgasm approaching but - nope, she'd rather die then go before him. ]

[ He's really not going to last long, especially when she sounds like that and looks like this, working herself up with a frenzied grind of her hips before she hovers at the precipice to wait for him. He can tell she's holding off by the way she starts to tremble, the way her cries become slightly ragged and gasping, and he's not going to make her wait.

He tucks her in against him with one arm around her waist and rolls them over, laying her down against the mattress as he thrusts hard, hips practically jackknifing into hers as the bed shudders beneath the force of it. He hadn't set out to wreck them both in the process but this is what he's moving towards, his hand sliding under her hips to tilt her up as he pounds deeper. ]

[ She lets herself be flipped, not that she could have fought it anyway, but she's happy with it. Hands move automatically to tangle in his hair and claw at his arm, unaware of any marks of pain she might be inflicting. His thrusts are painful - in a "pain to feel" way instead of "pain to hurt". She likes it. She likes when he takes control, and when he dominates her for a bit. She likes being taken care of - even if she doesn't need it most of the time. ]

Scott, Scott.

[ When she forgets what else there is to say, she still remembers Scott's name - it's easy and simple and all she ever thinks about. Scott this, Scott that. So she uses his name frequently - to do more, or to hold her, or to kiss her - but only with that name. Scott. ]

[ These are the moments when he knows he's not going to hurt her, is in full control of himself and the situation, but he knows it's okay to go a little rougher when she likes it - just like he knows to slow things down when she wants that instead. He's attuned to her, to her body and to her responses, and he'd pull up right now and ease it back to a more gentle motion of his hips if he thought she didn't like what he's doing.

But he knows what the repeating of his name means, over and over - it means she can't think of anything else to say but she needs to say something, anything at all. The sound in his throat is almost like a growl, animal in nature, and he muffles it against the curve of her throat as she scratches him with her nails, spurs him on for more. It's all he can do to keep his fangs from popping out in reflex as he grips the side of the bed on either side of her head, uses it to power his thrusts into her until the only sound is the slap of skin against skin. ]

[ The hand in his hair cradles his head to hers, and she presses kisses to his cheek in between calling his name in his ear, low and quietly like she doesn't want anyone else to hear. Not that they would, seeing as no one was nearby enough to hear it (unless some werewolves were on the prowl outside. sorry guys!), but still. That sound was only meant for Scott's ears, and she kind of liked the idea of keeping it a secret between them.

Her body quivers and shakes for a moment, but Allison stabilizes herself, somehow. The desire to keep going on like this forever is strong, but eventually good things come to an end and all that. The sex was going to have to stop eventually, but it would only stop after Scott climaxes. That's a promise Allison just made to herself! ]

[ His only response to her utterance of his name is a soft grunt, panting roughly against the side of her neck, and he's lost in her now, refusing to come up for air or cease moving until he's finished. It doesn't take long, though, because when she starts to shudder, even that half-beat of a second is enough to tip him over the edge.

He comes with a long groan, stilling against her, his hips still twitching sporadically as he leaves a trail of kisses along her clavicle. ]

[ She feels the moment coming to rise for him, and once he releases, she simply hold shim in her arms, chest heaving for lack of air. She doesn't do much else but watch him as he goes, the look on his face, the sounds he makes, the burning kisses he leaves on her skin. She never grows tired of seeing his orgasm face - it's not ugly like teenagers joke about. It's actually kind of cute. ]

You're amazing.

[ She feathers kisses all over his face, running her fingers through his hair. ]

[ He groans as he collapses against her, not wanting to put his full weight on her but also feeling so boneless, so limbless that he can't even think about moving, much less summon up the energy to roll off her. He buries his face against the curve of her neck and then groans again, weakly kissing her skin. ]

Speak for yourself.

[ She doesn't mind the weight - prefers it actually - and just works to calm him with her smooth fingers running up and down his back, in his hair, down his arms. She'd like if they could sleep together, not in the sex way but in the goodnight kisses, happy mornings way. It's wistful thinking, but she's allowed to have dumb little dreams like that. ]

Yeah, yeah. You feel okay?

[ He curls into that touch with a soft sound, cuddling her close as the last remaining spirals of that pretty amazing orgasm ebb away. But he's reluctant to move from her, to pull out and sever that connection, even though he knows he can't stay there forever. He turns his head to kiss her cheek, nuzzling the same spot afterward. ]

More than okay. Great. Amazing.

[ She smiles, proud that she was at least somewhat helpful in getting him to that great, amazing feeling. Thighs still propped up against his hips, Allison wiggles them around just a bit to tease him, while her fingers continue trying to calm him, even get him sleepy. She'd like if he fell asleep in her arms for a change. ]

I like when you feel like that. [ Her hand comes to tilt his chin up just the slightest bit, so she can plant an affectionate kiss on his lips. ] It makes me happy.

[ Scott groans outright when Allison wiggles her hips like that, and he realizes he's going to have to extricate himself before things get intense again. But he only moves as far as lifting his own hips, slipping out of her with a soft hiss of breath, and then comes back to rest exactly where he'd been, cheek nestled against her chest.

He lifts his head to kiss her when she beckons, smiling against her mouth. ] You make me happy.

Uh uh. You make me happy. [ She leans in just the tiniest bit, bumping their noses together in a cutesy way. It's grossly silly in a couple sort of way which, lo and behold, makes her laugh out of happiness. It always comes back to being happy. And Scott just being Scott, with his infectious smile and optimistic attitude and everything about him which makes Allison, for lack of a better word, happy.

Her laugh fades out soon enough, and she's left with a bit of a sad feeling. Not that this moment isn't perfect, but it'll have to end soon because of her father's soon approaching arrival. And then she'll be all alone, all sad, all lonely. ]

I wish you could stay the night.

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