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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

bakerstreet )

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[Sometimes, it feels good to just be gentle. It's something personal and private that they share, that two nations with such reputations towards violence of one way or another can be so tender when they are together. Surely, Arthur thinks, the others wouldn't believe it if they were told but there is a good reason that he and Ivan do not actively broadcast their relationship, and it isn't only for the stares and dumbfounded looks that it would inevitably gain.

Slowly, while he kisses the man he works his fingers up underneath his shirt, brushing over the skin beneath and sliding them upwards to trace along the sweep of his ribcage]

[Ivan wouldn't mind broadcasting, really. When it comes down to it he wouldn't mind making sure others know that he and Arthur are more than acquaintances. But he's possessive and jealous and he knows above all that people will try to separate them for their own good the instant their relationship was made public. So instead they deal is covertly stolen touches, time carefully hoarded away and spent together. Lazy afternoons where they do little more than cuddle and talk about idle things.

It's a surprise how comfortable their relationship is and he wouldn't change it. But for now, it is not the time to be thinking of such things. So he yields to the kiss, receptive under Arthur's lips and hands. There's a little arch off his back as he searches for more of that gentle touch and a murmur into the languid comfort of the kiss. But above it all is the soft chill of his hands moving up the curve of Arthur's back, fingers tangling in soft hair to tug and pull, let his mouth trail down the column of Arthur's throat, nibble at the jut of collarbones as he continues on.]

[Every small response - either in voice or movement - from the Russian nation is something that Arthur treasures. He has hundreds, thousands of those little mental snapshots, to make it more bearable to be away from Ivan for the spans of time that they are inevitably parted. His fingers slide back down and out from under the other's shirt, and up to the buttons, which he unfastens one by one before he pushes the fabric aside. All the while he keeps Ivan distracted with soft kisses and touches, a soft sound in the back of his throat as he arches gently against the cool touch to his back.

Goosebumps race over his skin and it's not only the faint chill of Ivan's fingers that is causing it. Arthur is faithful, and no one touches him now but Ivan.. and it's been far too long since they last saw each other]

I have missed you..

[The words are murmured, accent roughened but the meaning clear as he presses a few warm kisses to Ivan's neck]

[It is something inevitable. Because for the both of them, busy as they are, there's never enough time for them to spend together, every few hours or weekend gathered always went by to fast. So these little mental scrapbooks of theirs are the only way they have to keep the long swatches of time between meetings bearable. Nation-memory is handy here; because it leaves the cadence of Arthur's voice, the warmth of his skin, the bright color of his eyes vivid in his mind.

So here, Ivan shrugs his shoulders to help remove his shirt. It'll be a little longer before he pulls his arms away and removes it completely but for now it's okay and Ivan catches Arthur's bottom lip between his teeth, tugs gently. The little sounds they make simply have Ivan searching for more, touches soft, kisses longing. He can feel the rise of goosebumps under his fingers and his lips quirk as he realizes it's his touch doing so to Arthur.

But it has been a long time and perhaps that's why he's nearly desperate for these touches. So there's a soft little sound, barely muffled when Arthur kisses his neck and Ivan presses close, voice husky and static with his accent.]

I know. [A kiss and his hands fall to rest on Arthur's hips, drag him closer as Ivan rocks up against him and murmurs against his lips.] I've missed you just as much, Arthur.

[His lips linger against the larger man's neck as his fingers slide upwards and into his hair, stroking through the soft, pale strands. He lets out a quiet hum, a low sound of approval at Ivan's words, the hand not buried in his hair resting gently against the centre of his chest, over his heart. Somehow, he fancies that the man's skin is warmer there, and he rubs his thumb in a slow circle over it, whispering an endearment against his throat and then sitting back slightly, just to look at him]

Ya tebya lyublyu.

[Arthur murmurs it like a secret, not even for the walls to hear, and he's close enough to be able to see himself reflected in Ivan's eyes. He smiles, gently, and presses a few light, lingering kisses to his lover's lips, one hand still resting against his heartbeat. His expression turns a little mischievous then, and his voice lowers to match]

Would you take me here, my darling, or would you rather it be elsewhere?

[There's a warm contented murmur as Arthur traces fingers over his skin and Ivan smiles, presses a kiss to the messy mop of hair the British nation sports. And despite it all, when the other nation pulls back and murmurs those words, Ivan is startled, dazzled like he is every time he hears it.

Ya tebya lyublyu, I love you, and it has him smiling like a sap, murmuring the words back as he returns those kisses. "Ya lyublyu tyebya tozhye," voice rich with emotion and laughter. But the lingering touches aren't enough eventually and he leans up to catch Arthur's lips, drawing him into a kiss that's all teeth and tongue and desire. Perhaps it leaves them breathless in the end, but Arthur's always one to jest and Ivan simply lets his expression turn just as devious, voice little more than a rough tumble of words, timbre low.]

And if I wanted both?

[Arthur loves hearing those words in response. How surprised Ivan had been when he first uttered them! And it seems that he is always surprised, each and every time, though Arthur can't figure out why after he's stated it so many times. That smile, though, is one he would go to the ends of the Earth for - one he would kill for - and he's more than happy to be the cause of it as he's drawn into a deep kiss that steals his breath and only leaves him wanting more. His voice is roughened, then, as he speaks and rumbles up from low down in his chest as his fingers stroke lightly over the scar over Ivan's heart.

How bold he is, Arthur thinks, slightly amused by how the man's voice drops and how his expression turns so impish]

Then you may have both, my dear. I can't possibly refuse you.

You're going to spoil me if you keep doing that~~

[He laughs, pressed flush against Arthur as he draws them together for another deep kiss. But that rough timbre of Arthur's voice has Ivan rolling his hips up against the older nation, hands dragging down along the arch of his back to trace just above his hemline. So yes he is bold and impish, but can you really begrudge him that?

There's a moment he pulls back to nibble at his own lip and shoot Arthur a look that's all smug pleasure and the next Ivan's pressing open mouthed kisses to the hollow of his lover's throat, fingers light as feathers as they trace over the jut of hip bones and dip lower. His touch is hindered the fabric of Arthur's pants and Ivan huffs into the curve of his neck, fumbles to get rid of the pesky pants Arthur's wearing.]

[Perhaps he wants to spoil him. Ivan's had a hard life, and Arthur knows that - he deserves a little spoiling now and then, even if it's more of a risk than it would be with most. He does trust the Russian nation not to hurt him, though. It hasn't happened yet. At least, not when Arthur wasn't asking for it. Arthur shuts his eyes and lets out a low groan of appreciation at the way the other man's hips rock up against his, and then his head is tilting back and he's chuckling in the back of his throat at how eager Ivan is]

Allow me.

[He gently moves Ivan's hands out of the way and unbuckles his belt, standing only briefly to shuck the things off before he's back on the man's lap again, settling there with a rather obvious tent in his boxers that he doesn't look at all ashamed of. Arthur isn't a well-built man, all slender limbs and lean muscles, and more often than not grace fails him and he's simply awkward, gangly and pointy-elbowed, but not right now. The blond moves back onto his lover's lap with a near cat-like liquidity, and presses a warm, longing kiss to his mouth]

[It could be said that Ivan himself was a risk. In fact, most would agree and it's likely the man himself would as well. And it's not like he hasn't hurt Arthur before, his strength got away from him at times and Arthur would come out of it with hips bruised dark under his grip. So yes, not the first time he's done this but it doesn't stop the way Ivan moves against Arthur.

There's a low groan at the way Arthur moves and oh, it's been so long he can hardly keep from being so eager. So here he lets his hands get batted out of the way, bites at the jut of collarbone as Arthur undoes his pants. There's another muffled whine when Arthur pulls away, even if it's for but a second.]

C'mere you. [It's all but a growl, eyes dark as he reaches forward and guides Arthur back onto his lap. He murmurs in appreciation as his lover moves against him gracefully, long limbs curling around him and returns the kiss with just as much longing.]

[The English nation wouldn't deny for a moment that Ivan had hurt him before. It was inevitable, for a man of his size and.. enthusiasm.. that he would leave marks on his lover when they coupled but Arthur never blamed him for them nor showed any anger for the dark bruises left on his hips when Ivan had simply lost control of his strength.

He chuckles at the growled demand and he's all too happy to slide back into Ivan's lap, to move any way he wants and he wraps both arms around the other man's broad shoulders as he kisses him, slowly rocking down against him and quite obviously working himself up before the Russian nation is even fully undressed.

Ivan can work that one out, he thinks. He doesn't want to get up again just yet]

[It speaks a lot that Ivan feels comfortable to even lose control of his strength like that. With Arthur he's cautious, yes, but there's safety in the way he can let go and trust Arthur will be there. So yes, it's unfamiliar and it's inevitable but to a degree, those bruises are more than just control he's lost and though he might thumb at the dark stain to Arthur's pale skin and apologize, there's a bit of a heady rush at seeing his lover marked in such a way.

But that's not the here and now, because at the moment is Ivan groaning into the kiss, hands slowly tracing up the line of Arthur's thighs as he rocks against him, calloused hands gentle on his skin. It is obvious that Arthur's working himself up, in the little sounds muffled by the kiss, the slow roll of their hips, the press of fingers against his shoulders. So if Ivan takes a bit of time to skirt around the issue here, fingers tracing ever higher along the soft skin of Arthur's inner thigh, palm brushing against his length through his boxers.

It's a bit after that that Ivan realizes he's still unfortunately clothed, but well, that's okay for now. He wants to work Arthur up first, have him aching and writhing against him, hear those lovely sounds from his pretty mouth. So that's what he does, chases the light touches with a roll of his hips and smiles into the kiss.]

[Arthur is the kind of man who has always prided himself upon having a measure of control in everything he does, despite how easy it can be for certain parties to work him into a sputtering fury. For him to give up to Ivan so easily, to let him have the kind of command over his body that he so often grants him, tells more than just his love for the man but his trust as well. There have been so few people in his long life that he has entrusted himself to in such a way.

He shuts his eyes and groans quietly against Ivan's lips as he's touched and teased, his breathing turning to soft, ragged panting as his skin warms and flushes and he presses himself as close as he can get, heart thudding against his ribs]

Tease...

[But he isn't complaining. Certainly not. His fingers drop from the Russian's shoulders to between them where he works on getting Ivan's belt off, though he's rather unwilling to part from kissing him as he does so]

[In the end, they're both people who cling to each other and the fact that the tenuous trust between them is surprisingly strong for nations such as them. Ivan's surprised by it all, that he even had a chance at something like this and maybe that's why he's startled and pleased everytime Arthur tells him he loves him. Because yes, they've both had hard lives, pasts that aren't quite stellar and to have someone to trust in and be trusted by? Well, it's more than he expected.

So he's gentle, in his own way. Doesn't stop him from being a tease, though and as Arthur pants and moans against his lips Ivan simply keeps up the teasing touch, can feel the thrum of Arthur's heart against his chest.]

You are surprised?

[Laughter again, but it's cut short by the hands working to remove his belt and the kiss Arthur catches him up in. So maybe there's another soft sound (he'd never been as loud as Arthur could be, for the most part.) but soon enough Ivan's shifting to let Arthur have easier access even as he slips a hand past boxers to finally skip past the teasing touches he'd been giving.]

[Arthur wouldn't trade it for the world. There's something about being held by this man, lying in his arms after they're spent and sated that makes him feel so incredibly.. secure. Perhaps, and he knows it himself, that is a strange term to apply to Ivan's company, but he's learned to trust him and to trust that he won't be harmed under his care. Of course, that isn't to say there aren't times that he comes out of their trysts more battered than he'd like, and occasionally he becomes cross with the Russian nation because of it..

All it usually takes is a look of concern and regret in those large violet eyes to gain his forgiveness. He simply can't stay angry at him, even if he wants to, and thus far Ivan has given him no reason to wish it.

Finally, there's a touch against him and he lets out a low, throaty moan, half genuine and half show, pushing his hips against Ivan's hand. He cups his face in both hands and kisses him hard, biting at his lower lip and arching against him, humming against his mouth and pushing one hand into his hair]

M-mm.. keep doing that..

[It was unexpected, this relationship. Perhaps not in a general way, but in how easily it is to get swept up and press kisses to blonde hair, wrap each other up in an embrace and settle warm and content afterwards. Sometimes it's smoothing fingers and kisses across the spreading into of bruises, other times it's simply curling close and talking about nothing really important.

But for now Ivan presses against Arthur and watches the way his throat shudders under that moan. It's a heady thing, watching Arthur react to his actions, his touches, and Ivan's eyes flicker closed as he's swept into that kiss, moans softly at the way Arthur's teeth catch upon his lip. There's a rough rock of Ivan's hips and though he briefly toys with the notion of letting his touch stay slow, light, it's too much of a temptation to see Arthur worked up. So Ivan hums into the kiss and does as Arthur says, lets his knuckles brush against the smooth skin of Arthur's stomach as his touch settles half way to desperate.]

[Half of Arthur's reactions to Ivan right now are show, and half are genuine. It's not that any of his pleasure is forced - certainly not - but he knows well enough how much Ivan likes to see his reactions and he's more than happy to oblige. The rock of the Russian's hips is met with one of his own and he lets out another soft sound at it, eyes half closed as he concentrates on Ivan's touch against his skin and the slow warmth curling in his abdomen.

He's just as desperate as Ivan by this point and his voice is a low, tense growl as he grabs the man's wrist and squeezes with a pressure that would be just shy of uncomfortable. Arthur's gaze is fiery as it meets Ivan's now]

You're going to want to get your trousers off, Ivan.. before I take them off for you and damage them irreparably.

[Oh he likes to see those reactions alright, and he's smart enough to know that it's half show, but that's a thing right there. He loves that moment when those little showy sounds shift into something all to genuine. So when that growl reaches his ears and that hand tightens around his wrist, he blinks and shifts underneath him.

That fiery gaze has him nodding even as he pulls back. It'll be a bit difficult if he doesn't want to dislodge Arthur from where he's sitting so Ivan gently taps Arthur's hips, urges him to pull away enough for Ivan to lift his hips and shimmy out of his pants. It takes a bit of effort and he presses close as he struggles out of the confining fabric. But once he's free, there's a sigh of relief, it's much better without the pants uncomfortably pressing against him and Ivan reaches up to bring Arthur right back to where he was settled before, leans up for another kiss.]

Better, lyubov? [It's a murmur against Arthur's lips, a bit of a jest.]

[He's not that eager to move away, no, but he does so that Ivan can do as he asked and is quick enough to slide back onto his lap, letting out a hum of pleasure against his lover's lips as he feels the warmth of skin against skin. Arthur rolls his hips forwards, hissing softly, one hand cupping around the other man's neck then up into his hair, which he grips and lightly tugs on as he bites Ivan's lower lip in retaliation against his teasing]

Much better...

[Though he's growing less and less fond of their current location, he's not yet quite willing to move]

[There's a soft whine when Arthur tugs on his hair, teeth catching at his lip. He can tell it's a warning against the teasing, but really he can hardly keep himself from doing so. There's a rough roll of his hips up against Arthur's, hands raking down the curve of his back. He catches Arthur up in another kiss, murmurs against his lips.]

D'you want to move, Arthur? [Perhaps a bit of a sudden insight, but Ivan's not as pleased in the lack of options this lends him. So he's letting a hand slip between them and palm at the line of Arthur's obvious erection.]

Nn..

[His reactions are moving more away from simple display and more towards the genuine as Ivan continues his attentions. The teasing isn't something he minds terribly, though there will come a point where he would much rather be doing something else. However.. he doesn't expect to be disappointed in that regard. The Russian nation has never disappointed him. Ivan's question draws a low chuckle from somewhere deep in his chest and he grips the man's shoulders, tilting his head back and groaning as he's touched and teased further]

I believe that I--ah.. can tolerate this.. for a little longer..

Good~ [He smiles and ducks his head down to mouth at the line Arthur's throat makes when he tips his head back. There's the soft press of teeth, a long swipe of his tongue over skin and he trails open mouthed kisses down his throat to nip at collarbones.

Of course, getting the consent that they can stay here a bit longer means Ivan's going to drag out those touches, each stroke languid. But he can't hide how much this is affecting him and his touch speeds up just a bit, enough that the wearing of his patience is obvious. There's a little buck of his hips, a soft whine muffled against Arthur's skin. Those hands at his back and the way Arthur's hips move isn't quite enough, but he's wiling to wait just a bit longer for the other nation to touch him.]

[Ah, good.. he was getting the sounds that he wanted now. It did his pride some good to hear Ivan losing it like that, even if it was only a little. A man like Ivan.. it was a dangerous game to play to push him to that kind of thing and he had always found it so exhilarating.

But he does give in, because he wants to touch the Russian nation as much as he wants to be touched. His shirt is gone, there's no barrier between Arthur's lips and the man's cool skin as he kisses it, runs his fingers over it, brings up a pale mark on his shoulder while his thumbs slowly circle over the darker skin of his nipples. With the way that Ivan is teasing him his movements are urgent, hasty, though none the less effective for it.

It's only a short time before he's shifting back, working Ivan's pants open, and murmuring for him to lift his hips so he can slide them off]

[There's another hitched sound as Arthur tastes his skin, draws a mark upon the span of his shoulder and traces touches across his torso. Arthur's incredibly warm, it seems, and Ivan can't help the way he presses close as if he could soak that warmth into him and hold it there. A foolish, idle thought but one he entertains for a brief moment. Which is probably the reason he groans when Arthur leans back, even if it's only for him to get rid of Ivan's own pants. There's a soft shift, hands making sure to keep Arthur steady as Ivan lifts his hips and helps Arthur tug them off.

He leans up for another kiss here, pleased at Arthur's hands on his skin and the soft murmur of his voice.]

[One way or another, in these situations, he finds ways to warm Ivan's skin. Some times take longer than others but he can do it, he knows he can, and there's always a sense of achievement when he does. It's an awkward manoeuvre for him to pull Ivan's pants off, but once he has, he's free to look at him, and look at him he does, fey-green eyes darkened with want and need.

The kiss is returned eagerly, heated as he pushes the fingers of one hand into the Russian nation's hair and grips it, his other hand trailing down his chest, lingering over his heart, skimming between his hips before he finally touches the man's length, curling his fingers around it]

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