super fluff meme;

[broski]

 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:

1. Post with your character with the character's name and series in the subject line.
2. Others respond.
3. Use RNG and enter 1-15 to pick a scenario.
4. Then use RNG again and enter 1-9 to pick which physical contact to use next. "Roll" this as often as you want.
5. 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 )

Comments

[teenyoda]

He heard the purr and if his scent was thick before...

Enjoy the eau de Stilinski, Erica.

"Uh, like... like this. And typing. I'm good at typing. Fixing my equipment." He winced. "My lacrosse equipment." Better. "And, um, other things."

Her skin was soft and the lotion was making it softer, His fingers were gliding over her and he was working them around the curve of her neck, trying not to get any lotion in her hair. He was half leaning over her to try to get the other side, not at all noticing the catches on the corset. Nope.

[anticonvulsant]

Her shoulders tensed a little as she laughed, relaxing again as his fingers slide over her neck and to the other side. "Totally jealous of those other things."

She hummed again, moving her torso a bit, those catches on her corset just a little bit closer to him. Not that he's noticed them at all, or anything.

[teenyoda]

He notices. He can't stop staring at them. He licks his lips, looking at the rest of her before deciding to try...

"You know, I can do the rest of your back if you, um, move this down a little." Or off. Off was good. Off was best. He might not be able to touch, other than to massage, but he'd enjoy the view.

[anticonvulsant]

The only reason she stills is because about a million thoughts run through her head right at that very second. Did he just ask her to take her shirt off? Should she take her shirt off? The answer to did she want to, of course was yes. There was no debating that at all, so the question that remained was should she? It didn't take her long to decide that the answer to that question was also yes, because seriously, what was the harm?

Leaning up on her elbows, she pushed off the bed just enough to give herself some wiggle room. Erica reached back and with one hand, flicked the clasps open, and with the other, pulled the corset off and out from underneath her, scooting it off the bed and onto the floor.

She watched him over her shoulder as she did this, settling back down onto the bed, taking a deep breath. "Better?"

[teenyoda]

He would have made a sound, but all the air was sucked out of the room. So much skin. So much skin. All naked and right there in front of him. He'd seen the curve of her breast along the side before she'd flattened back onto the bed, still able to see the side of it as she lay there. He turned his waist just a little more away from her, hiding the effect she had on him.

"B-Better. Yes. Much." He reached for the bottle of lotion, applying a little more to his hand to cover all that skin. Breathe. Just breathe. Don't stare, don't let your hands go where they're not allowed. Just breathe and do what you promised to do. How much time is left? Forty-five minutes? God. I'm going to die.

Warming the lotion, he lowered his hands to her back again, smoothing it up from the base of her spine and working at first on just rubbing it in.

[anticonvulsant]

This time she didn't stop the little noise coming out of her throat when he laid his hands on her skin, a soft little meep, and Erica curled her fingers into the blanket underneath them. She has, at the very least, enough of her mind to not accidentally shred them. For now.

Turning his waist didn't help him any, either. She couldn't see anything, but she could smell it, the air so thick she could taste it, clinging to the back of her nose and throat. Erica swallowed thickly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, and really, Erica? Blushing like some kind of kid?

Her skin felt like it was electrified where he touched her, and she was unable to help the shiver that went up her spine as he moved his hands.

[teenyoda]

Please don't shred his blankets, Erica. How was he supposed to explain that to his dad?

He didn't notice the blush, his eyes fixed on the skin he was rubbing. It was easy for him to forget that he was massaging her, instead just rubbing the lotion into her, smoothing hands down over her back, then rolling them up along her spine.

He couldn't help but notice the shiver, making him stop. "Are you cold? Do you want to put your shirt back on?"

[anticonvulsant]

"No, trust me. I'm not cold," she said, maybe a little too snappish but, hey. He'd stopped, and she didn't like that. "Keep going."

[teenyoda]

His hands moved before he could form a reply. Yes, ma'am. "Okay."

Because that was a safe answer, right? Not likely to have her turning around and -- turning around... with no shirt on.

His hands shook just a little at the thought, steadying themselves as he kept rubbing over her, getting back into the actual massage and not just letting his hands do what they wanted. "Is this okay?"

[anticonvulsant]

"It's fine, Stiles."

She lifted her head enough to shoot him a look over her shoulder (which, incidentally, caused her torso to lift just a little bit too, whoops). "If I wasn't okay with it, do you really think I'd be letting you do it?" Because, hello. Werewolf, and maybe she let her eyes flash gold for just a second to prove her point. "I don't let people touch me when I don't want them to."

[teenyoda]

Point taken.

Or, it would have been if he hadn't let his eyes drag to the fact that he could see much more of her breast now. He jerked his gaze away, staring up at the ceiling and trying to recite something inane and logical in his head. His dick was reminding him how futile that attempt was because hello, already up.

Then he realized that she could probably smell him. She was probably able to smell that Stiles was in horny teenage male mode and he almost took his hands back. But she'd told him to keep going and to be honest, he was kind of scared to find out what she'd do if he stopped. She was right, though. She could at any point in time tell him to screw off and back that up by tossing him against a wall.

She wasn't. Maybe she couldn't smell him?

[anticonvulsant]

No. She could. She wasn't really sure what to do about it, though. On the one hand, it made her feel, well, powerful. Like, this guy who'd never even given her the time of day before now couldn't control himself. It was a rush—a pretty sick rush, and at any second, she could kick him away, make him suffer like she had.

But she didn't. Because on the other hand, this was the guy she'd liked for nearly two years. This was the guy that she'd sat in class and watched from afar and had harbored a secret crush on while she'd simultaneously loathed Lydia Martin for rejecting all that attention that he was foisting off onto her. But he was here, not there, and okay, maybe if she'd felt a little vindicated it was probably justified. Right?

So the little thing of smelling his boner? There was no point in pointing it out, because while Erica was mean and proud of it, she also wasn't going to let this go to waste. If she knew about it, he certainly did, and there wasn't any reason to point it out unless she wanted to mock him.

She didn't. Not with his hands sliding up and down her back.

Erica flattened herself out again, raising her arms up to rest her head on them. "So don't stop. I've got an hour of this, and I'm totally clocking it all in, so if you want this to end in an hour, don't waste time."

[teenyoda]

He was so torn. Maybe he should have made it for two hours. But the thought of having to have a woody for that long also made him cringe. He was already trying to stay as still in the lower region of his body as possible, each move or shift causing something to rub against him, which only made it worse.

But she'd made her point. No stopping. He'd offered and now he's follow through.

He kept his hands where they were supposed to be, not moving anywhere near the sides, just in case. He wondered if the skin was softer along the sides. It looked softer. The small swell of breast he could see looked like it was silky. He bet it felt amazing.

That wasn't helping.

Think about Harris. Harris was a dick. Yeah. Think about Harris and his dicky ways. Maybe he'd look good set on fire. Ha ha.

Oh shit, did he just touch her boob. TELL HIM HE DIDN'T JUST TOUCH HER BOOB! He was going to just keep his hands on her spine and hope he hadn't done what he'd thought he'd done.

Damn, it really was soft.

[anticonvulsant]

He just touched her boob. Not the whole thing, just skimmed the side of it, but she hadn't thrown him across the room and stormed out. She did squeak a little though.

And, well. It made her a little bolder.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows again, shaking her hair out of her face, and sat up fully, turning to face him with no attempt to cover herself at all.

"Go ahead."

[teenyoda]

His body froze, his eyes pinned to her breasts for a good minute and a half before he peeled them away, looking up at her in shock, awe, total arousal, and a little bit of fear.

"Go... ahmmm?" Whatever vestige of non-arousal he might have been clinging to was gone. Harris who? He was now staring at a half-naked girl, one who happened to be gorgeous, who was staring back at him with this look like she was daring him to do it.

Oh, he wanted to. His entire body was quivering with the need to do just that. But he was still expecting it to be a joke. A test, maybe. God, he didn't want to fail.

[anticonvulsant]

Apparently she was going to have to do everything herself. Grabbing for his hand, Erica placed his palm on her breast, scooting herself a little closer.

[teenyoda]

She just might.

At first, anyway. He was a very strong advocate of not stepping over that line, but the line seemed to have been erased and tossed out the window as soon as he felt the plump breast in his hand. Oh god. He was holding a boob.

He swallowed, looking up at her with his mouth still open. "You... your... that's... soft."

He was so hard it hurt. It hurt to think about anything and he felt like he was holding a ball of lightning with how much his hand was tingling.

[anticonvulsant]

She snorted out a little bit of a laugh, and scooted a little more close, so their thighs were touching, her hand resting on his thigh, slowly moving her way up. "You're not."

[teenyoda]

He hunched over a little as her hand moved up his thigh, his hand squeezing her breast reflexively. "No, no. I, uh, no, I'm not." No, he was so far from soft. But she was all kinds of soft. Soft and curvy and silky and tempting.

Testing out how far he could go, he moved his hand, swiping his thumb over the nipple his palm had been covering. Oh, that was a good response. The nipple budded up, firming and becoming something that almost begged for attention.

He whimpered.

[anticonvulsant]

And she gasped, grinning a little bit, stopping her hand when it reached the part where it met his hip. It wasn't fair, really, her sitting here with no shirt and him still totally fully clothed. So she hooked her fingers under the hem of his shirt and tugged on it, sliding her hand up under and onto his stomach.

Leaning in close, her face just a few inches away from his, she whispered.

"We can take care of that if you want."

[teenyoda]

Goosebumps broke out almost immediately when she touched him, his stomach flinching at the contact and his hand squeezing again.

Was this actually happening? Was he sitting here on his bed with Erica Reyes? With her shirtless and his hand on her oh god so soft breast? Was that her hand creeping in under his shirt, touching him? And had she really just made a mention of his erection and doing something about it.

He shuddered, eyes closing halfway when she moved in. "Oh, god. Yes. Want. Want so bad."

If this was a dream and someone woke him up, he'd punch them in the face.

[anticonvulsant]

It's hard to hide the hopeful edge in her voice, but she tried to anyway. There was that little part of her that still told her that she was ugly, and fat, and worthless and that this was all some kind of sick joke that someone was playing on her.

"Really?"

He wasn't the only one who thought, maybe, this could just be another dream.

[teenyoda]

He nodded, eyes on hers as he did. "Really." At that moment, there was nothing Stiles wanted more than what he had his hands on. Okay, maybe he wanted more of what he had his hands on, but that was all tied up into the same thing.

He leaned in, lips stopping just shy of hers. He didn't know why he'd be so hesitant to kiss her when he was fondling her breast, but it was, again, one of those things. Maybe she didn't want to be kissed. Maybe he had bad breath. Maybe she wanted his mouth somewhere else.

That thought had him sucking in a breath and letting out a sighing moan. At this rate, he was going to make a mess in his pants.

[anticonvulsant]

Oh. Leaning in, she closed the gap between them and kisses him.

She wanted that mouth all over, to be honest, but kissing would work for now. Her nails grazed the skin on his abs and Erica raised her free hand to put it on his face, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone.

This was something she'd thought about often, usually at night in the privacy of her own room. Stiles talked. Stiles talked a lot and a good portion of the time Erica had always thought his mouth could be put to better uses and, well, here they were. This was a much better use, and there were probably even better ones, two of which came to mind right away.

But kissing, first. Because kissing was awesome. Kissing Stiles was awesome, and she hummed a little into his mouth, sliding the hand on his stomach down to the waistband of his jeans.

[teenyoda]

He could feel the vibration of her hum against his lips. It tickled a little and made him lick over them, which in turn, had him licking over her lips. He got a good taste of her then, the effect of which was to have his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he moved the useless and forgotten hand around to her back, pulling her in closer. It squished her breasts against him, his hand trapped, but happily so.

When her hand reached his pants, he shifted on the bed, trying to move himself towards her more but not really having the room or angle or... anything correctly aligned to do so.

Kissing? Kissing was great. Kissing Erica was great. This was going to go down as the best decision he'd ever made in his life. He should have offered her a massage ages ago.