#a professional massage!!!

[ggots]

Man on scruff who offered to give me a massage just messaged me after like 4 months of no contact

[naughtyjjk]

teaser for part 2 of the nanami kento massage fic. you can read part 1 here.

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after a moment, nanami asks, with just a hint of amusement in his voice, “what are you thinking about?”

“nothing,” you mumble. a lie, obviously. there’s only one thing that could be occupying your mind while nanami is touching you like this, rubbing your body sensually, and that’s—

“hm.” nanami says. “want to know what i’m thinking about?”

“wh-what?”

“how much i want to fuck you.” nanami’s voice is low and he uses both hands to squeeze your ass over the towel. in response, you moan, arousal hitting you hard. “how horny you make me. i've been thinking about it since our last session…”

breath hitching, you feel a rush of heat spreading throughout your body like wildfire, a wetness starting to soak your pussy. it’s no secret that you’ve been imagining the same scenario for the past few days, every second that you’ve been apart.

“how long has it been since you’ve had sex, darling?”

“ah—i don’t know. weeks, maybe,” you say, exhaling. you’re losing himself to the sensation of nanami’s hands as he moves them again, this time drawing circles on your inner thighs. “months.”

skirting along the edge of the towel, nanami’s fingers slip under just for a second to brush against your ass. “and how are you feeling? pent up from all those months without relief?”

“y-yeah.” you swallow hard. you’ve been more on edge than you’d like to admit, more irritable in general the longer you go without getting laid. sometimes, you’ll be flooded with dirty thoughts at the most inappropriate times, often waking up to wet dreams and an ache in your pussy to be filled.

“mm, and do you miss it? having sex?” nanami’s hot breath is right by your ear, a low whisper when he asks, “getting fucked?”

shuddering, you can’t help but moan softly. “yes.”

[usertoxicyaoi]

HIGUCHI KOUHEI x MASHIKO ATSUKI. Behind The Scenes.

[biteofcherry]

Being a masseuse or physical therapist and to have Ari Levinson come for a session. Getting your hands on that big, thick, beastly man 🫠🥵 Having all sorts of unprofessional thoughts and taking them home with you 😏

[susantanty25]

[simplyghosting]

Who needs drugs when you can just ask your siblings “Who does a better job? Me or the professional you paid $80 to do the job last time” and they say you

[arotechno]

touch averse aros make some noise!!!!!

[bangtannism]

to contribute a few cents to the ham scene (tho i did not send any of the asks related to that matter - not deranged to that level as some of the anons) just saying the diff is the expressions, bc jk def looked pissed off, and i am not saying jm needs to eb proetcted or anything, infact that sort of thing is soooo coomon among friends and siblings, but also sort of discredits them being romantically involved in any sense. a lot of people here are insisting that they do that withthier SO in a relationship great, prob in your dreams tho, never seen someone do that with anyone else.

again would like to point out is that jk def looked annoyed, and jm is not in any danger like what those sick fuck anons are saying, imagine being that deranged, but it def looks like more of a brother/best friends thing than a couple thing

whether he was or wasn't genuinely annoyed, and whether they are or aren't in a relationship, what world are you living in where romantic partners don't get annoyed at each other? i am so serious when i ask this: have you ever been in a relationship? or like... seen people in a relationship? because statements like this are so baffling to me otherwise.

[clickbeetle]

kind of obsessed with my physical therapist. he’s so kind and makes a lot of jokes. at today’s appointment he had to massage my neck and shoulders and it didn’t feel weird or intrusive, just doing his job. he even asked before touching anything if i was ok with it. he talks about his wife and always asks me about things i like. it feels less like therapy and more like chilling with a guy while he teaches me stretches and exercises because he doesn’t want me to be in pain anymore.

[sleepyfemme]

wake up early, make my little iced matcha, read a little while i drink it, run some errands, get a massage (!!!!), finally get myself a pittsburgh library card. i love my days off :-)

[corpish]

ngl I would love a massage rn….

[mossiestpiglet]

didnt think those touch starved posts were relatable but the way my physical therapist just gripped my hip to test for pain sent me to another dimension so you live and you learn i guess

[tiberius-kirks]

cannot recommend enough getting a softball if you have muscle pain or get knots. you can usually find a few on the edges of parks or baseball diamonds for free

[royalhealingwellness1]

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[oooohno]

nanaboooo! 💛 does sugishita like for you to play with his hair? 🥺

Amirabooooo 😽. He does! Whenever I play with my switch or read a book in bed or on the sofa he joins me & places his head in my lap & waits for me to run my fingers through his hair or scratch his head with my nails. The first time it happened he shuddered at the sensation 🤭. Also if I don’t take enough breaks in between reading/ gaming he will huff & puff & glare at me until I stop & play with his hair

[im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons]

Day 30: Massaging

Warnings: none

Rating: T

Pairing: Boyd x Raylan

Raylan finds Boyd in his office at the bar, bent over his desk in a way that makes Raylan's back ache in sympathy. Boyd's hair is a mess, too, more than it usually is, anyway, like he's been running his fingers through it in frustration, and Raylan just wants to smooth him out, the whole of him, back and hair and all.

Boyd’s carried his tension in his neck and shoulders since they were teenagers, the same way Tim carries his in his jaw and Raylan in his hands. Raylan remembers curling his fingers around the back of Boyd’s neck once, when they were within spitting distance of sixteen and both of them itching for something they didn’t have the words for, and how he’d felt the knots under his fingertips, sighed out a, “Doesn’t that fuckin’ hurt?” before Boyd’s lips slotted against his own and Raylan’s higher thought processes all shut off.

Boyd hasn’t changed since then. Not much. Not in the ways that matter, anyway.

“You’ve been sitting at that desk too long,” Raylan says, leaning himself against the door frame in the way he knows always draws Boyd’s eye. “Come on. If I call ahead Jimmy can have a bath drawn and ready by the time we get home.”

Boyd frowns, looking up. “Jimmy’s not behind the bar?” he asks, and oh, Raylan underestimated how bad this was, by a long fucking shot.

“Jimmy went home an hour and a half ago, when the bar closed,” Raylan says slowly. “It’s almost four in the morning, Boyd.”

Boyd looks up at the clock on the wall like he expects it to make Raylan a liar, frowning when he sees the time with his own eyes. “Well,” he begins, and then just turns to look at Raylan, something a little lost in his expression when whatever was supposed to follow that well just doesn’t come. 

Something in Raylan aches at the sight, at how vulnerable Boyd looks in that moment, and it’s not really a conscious decision to cross the room and get his hands on Boyd, but he does it anyway. He puts himself behind Boyd’s chair, gets his arms wrapped around Boyd’s chest, and maybe it’s an awkward position but it’s worth it for the way Boyd sighs and relaxes, just a little. 

“Come on,” Raylan murmurs, right in his ear. “Gotta let someone look out for you, Boyd. Might as well be me.”

Boyd huffs a laugh, but Raylan catches the way his whole body tenses with pain when he turns his head to press a kiss to Raylan’s cheek. It’s not hard to shift his hands up, to settle them on Boyd’s shoulders and push his thumbs into the stiff muscle there, and the resulting sound Boyd makes, somewhere between a pleasured moan and a gut-punch, is music to his ears.

Raylan slides his thumbs up the back of Boyd’s neck, digging them into the soft space right underneath the curve of his skull, and Boyd shudders in pleasure. “Raylan,” he drawls after a moment, his voice nearly slurring. “Have I told you recently that I love you dearly?”

Raylan smiles even as he shakes his head and laughs under his breath, ignoring the way the words bring a flush to his cheeks. They always do. Boyd’s never pretended to be anything but painfully fond of Raylan, and Raylan won’t ever admit it out loud but it’s more than a little reassuring, knowing that the world might go to pieces around them, but come hell or high water, Boyd’s always going to love him. 

“Not recently,” Raylan murmurs, which is a lie, and they both know it. He digs his thumbs in a little harder, drags them down Boyd’s neck, and revels in the pleased little sound it pulls from Boyd’s chest. “I forgot how sweet you get when you’re this tired.”

That’s a lie, too. Raylan’s never forgotten a thing about Boyd, no matter how hard he tried. He’s glad for it now, but there were years when those memories ached in the wrong way, when he’d think about how they used to curl up together in the bed of Boyd’s truck after working a double in the mines and fall asleep like that under the stars, and it would hurt, because Boyd was a handful of states away and it was Raylan’s own damn fault that distance was between them. 

He feels his fingers curl almost possessively around Boyd’s collarbones at the thought, and because it’s Boyd, the man who knows him maybe better than Raylan knows himself, Boyd reaches up and pats one of his hands gently, reassuringly. 

“Raylan,” he says quietly, “if I was ever sweet for any reason, it was only ever because of and for you.”

The words burn in Raylan’s chest, slide down his back and pool at the base of his spine, hot and liquid. His brain doesn’t always know how to react to Boyd and his words and his ability to get at the meat of whatever Raylan’s got going on between his ears, but his body’s never had the same issue. Never. Not even when Raylan sometimes wished it would.

A glance down at Boyd’s lap tells him that maybe Boyd’s the same way. He grins crookedly, even though Boyd can’t see him, and gentles his touch to something light and teasing. “You want me to take care of that, too?” he asks, pitching his voice a little rough, a little low.

Boyd smiles wryly, his eyes half-lidded when he tilts his head back and looks at Raylan. “Would you be terribly offended if I told you all the hours I’ve been awake have finally caught up with me?” he asks, and his smile is pulling at the corners of his eyes but the words are in earnest. Like Raylan’s ever taken issue with Boyd wanting to cuddle instead of get off.

“Terribly offended?” he repeats, leaning down to brush his lips over Boyd’s forehead. "Long as you come to bed with me, baby, I don’t care much about what we do there. Just want you home with me. The rest is window dressing.”

Boyd hums in agreement, letting his eyes flutter shut. He looks infinitely more peaceful than he did when Raylan first arrived, and Raylan can’t help but feel a little satisfied, knowing he did that. Knowing he’s the one who eased the tension, who made Boyd feel good, even if it was only for a few minutes and all of their clothes stayed on.

He meant it. All the rest is just window dressing.

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