#massages

[justcatposts]

Kitty provides complimentary massages to her owner’s clients as they receive eyelash services.

(Source)

[aventurineswife]

Aven his s/o, giving a massage to each other... 👀

“Ooh, You set my soul alight”

Summary: In Aventurine's luxurious suite, you share a sensual evening filled with massages and playful tension. As you take turns asking provocative questions, the atmosphere becomes charged with intimacy, leading to a passionate kiss that blurs the lines between relaxation and desire.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Suggestive, Romance, Intimacy, Massages, Playful Banter, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Suggestive content, mild adult themes(idk tbh-), potential for heated moments, implied intimacy.

A/N: YOUR HONOR, THOSE EYES LOOKED AT ME FIRST!

The air was thick with warmth and the soft glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the plush, velvet walls of Aventurine's suite. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils, setting the mood for a night of relaxation and intimacy.

You glanced at Aventurine as he lounged on a plush chaise, his eyes sparkling with mischief, framed by the golden rims of his glasses. His sandy-blond hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, enhancing the allure of his enigmatic smile. Dressed in his dark green, gold-accented dress shirt, the spade-shaped window at his chest hinted at the tantalizing skin beneath.

"You know, love," he drawled, his voice a low, seductive purr, "I do appreciate a good wager. But I think you might have me at a disadvantage tonight."

You chuckled, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you poured fragrant oil into your palms. "Oh? And what's the wager?"

He leaned back, a mock-serious expression crossing his face. "If I allow you to give me a massage, I'll have to return the favor. But I'm not sure if I can resist... losing myself in the moment."

"Isn't that the point?" you teased, your fingers gliding over his shoulders as he shifted to sit up, exposing more of that tempting skin.

You started with gentle kneading, your fingers finding the tense muscles in his neck. He sighed, leaning into your touch, his body responding to your ministrations. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.

"Careful," you replied, a teasing lilt in your tone, "too much praise might get you in trouble."

He chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the cozy space. "Trouble is my middle name. Just ask anyone in the IPC." His eyes gleamed with a hint of playful challenge.

You worked your way down his back, your fingers expertly navigating the intricate pathways of his muscles. The tension began to melt away beneath your touch, but as your hands brushed against his sides, the atmosphere shifted. Aventurine's breath hitched, a flicker of desire flashing in his eyes.

"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "there are ways to make this a bit more... exciting."

"Oh? Do tell." you replied, your heart racing as you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over his skin.

With a mischievous glint, he turned to face you fully, his fingers brushing against your arm. "What if we added a bit of risk? A game of sorts?" His gaze locked onto yours, and you could feel the tension building between you, thick as the fragrant air.

"Alright, I'm listening." you said, intrigued.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "For every knot you release, you get to ask me a question. But for every question I answer, I get to return the favor... in ways you might not expect."

You felt your pulse quicken, excitement coursing through you. "Deal."

With the agreement sealed, you continued your ministrations, each stroke more deliberate, each moment laced with promise. As you worked on the knots in his shoulders, you asked your first question, "What's the biggest risk you've ever taken?"

Aventurine smirked, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, that's easy. Winning my position in the IPC by betting against my own sanity." His laughter rang out, rich and inviting, sending shivers down your spine.

With each question and answer, the boundary between relaxation and desire blurred further. He responded with stories of close calls and narrow escapes, his charm intoxicating as you leaned in closer, your fingers trailing down his spine.

In turn, he began to explore your body, his touch becoming more daring, his fingers sliding over your arms and shoulders with a teasing caress. "Your turn," he prompted, a devilish smile gracing his lips. "What's your greatest fantasy?"

You felt your cheeks flush, heat radiating through your body. "Well, I've always imagined a night like this," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, "with you."

"Is that so?" he asked, leaning closer, his lips brushing against your ear, igniting a spark of electricity that coursed through you. "Then let's make that fantasy a reality."

With newfound determination, you moved to straddle his lap, your fingers tangling in his hair as you leaned in to capture his lips with yours. The kiss was electrifying, a fusion of heat and hunger as he responded with fervor, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer as if he could never get enough.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and looked into his eyes, which sparkled with mischief and desire. "I think we've reached a new level of intimacy."

"Indeed," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And I'm all in for whatever happens next."

As the candles flickered and the night deepened, you both surrendered to the intoxicating thrill of risk, knowing that this evening would forever change the stakes of your hearts.

TRYING NOT TO SCREAM SO I DON'T WAKE MY PARENTS UP BUT HOLY SHIT!! 🤭 I'M KINDA-

This was written while I was half asleep so ahem

[linecrosser]

Im relistening to tma and your jon getting massages series gives me life

How about a compilation of all the massages in one place, for your viewing pleasure? Because this Archivist sure deserves some pampering!

[giggly-squiggily]

ler!chigiri w/ an s/o reader with really stiff shoulder and a sore back and he massages it for her but he gets a little too close to sides/neck/lower back and NO IT TICKLES SO BAD and then hes like teasing her (u can do g/n too) and stuff and just ASJHAS

(for the limited requests thing)

THANK YOU SO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY

{REQUEST ARE CLOSED! This is an older one!}

No cause the way I couldn't freaking find this dang thing until now-

ANON! :D Hi! Yes! This lovely request! :3 I thought Tumblr ate it and then I found it through mobile and just- anyway! I love Chigiri so much, and this request is beautiful! I did end up making it more a proper tickle fight, but I kept in a good portion of Ler!Chigiri for you! As all of my Reader fics, they are gender neutral for inclusivity! I hope you like it :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

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“That’s a new position.” Chigiri blinked at you over his book, watching you back bend as far as you could with a low groan. “Trying out for the next exorcist movie?”

“If the pay is in spa tickets, sign me up.” You leaned back a bit further, only to lose your balance and fall. Before you could hurt yourself, Chigiri was right there, catching you in his lap. “Whoa- my hero.” You smiled up at him- it fading some at his concerned look. “What?”

“Does your back hurt that bad?” He asked gently, brows furrowing when you nodded.

“Thought if I tried popping it it’d feel better, but I was wrong.” You sat up, rolling your shoulders and neck with a small groan. “I’ll be fine- I just need to run a hot bath and take some painkillers. That’ll solve it.”

“Sounds good..hey, do you-erm..” Chigiri took your hand before you could stand, suddenly shy. You watched him fumble with his words, cheeks pink as he cleared his throat. “Do you want me to erm…help?”

You blinked. “With my bath?” You asked, grinning slyly as you watched him blush more and stammer.

“No, with your back! I can massage it for you.” He quickly got out, slightly glaring as you giggled. “I used to do it all the time for the guys back in Blue Lock- what, what?” He fumed more as you laughed harder, a hand over your mouth to hide your smile.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I’m still thinking of your face!” You snickered, leaning in and pecking his lips before he could fuss. “But seriously; if you’re offering. I’d love a massage, Hyoma. Thank you.”

Chigiri tried to stay pouty, but another few pecks to his face had him giggling softly and lightly shoving your shoulder. “Okay okay- fine. Get on the couch.”

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“Hmmmm..” You let out a low sound as he dug at the knots in your shoulders, the initial pain fading into relief as he went. “That’s nice…”

“I’m glad- any way I can help I will.” He smiled down at you, comfortable sitting on your hips as he pressed along. “Let me know if I need to lighten the pressure.”

You gave a lazy thumbs up as you rested, closing your eyes. He had magic hands, you’ve decided at that moment. His earlier comment came back to you then. He gave massages to the guys back in Blue Lock?

Team Z must have been truly blessed.

While you lingered on that thought, you didn’t notice Chigiri’s hands getting closer to your armpits- the touch growing lighter and lighter until…

“AH!” You arched with a squeal, arms shooting down and a foot kicking. Behind you, Chigiri giggled. “Hyoma!”

“Sorry- I was thinking of your face.” He threw your earlier words back at you as he carried on “massaging” your armpits, prodding and pressing as you squeaked and thrashed beneath him. “You’re just so cute when you laugh, I wanted to see it again. Or at least- hear it anyway.”

Aheahhahahhaha! H-Hyohohohohoma-AHAHAH!” His hands dropped briefly to your ribs, running up and down your sides as you twisted against the couch. It was a precarious development; you didn’t want to send him flying at risk of his knee injury, but also didn’t want to remain lying there and taking it! Decisions decisions..

“Heh, you’re really adorable when you laugh, (Y/N). I could do this forever.” Chigiri dropped his hands to your hips, squeezing. “I just might- I wanna tickle you until the sound of your precious laugh is forever ingrained in my brain. I wanna be able to hear it even when you’re not around.”

Oh hell no, he did not just sweet talk you-

Face on fire and heart racing, you felt yourself filled with a new sense of determination as you twisted, somehow flipping onto your back without knocking him over. “Cohohohome hehehere!” You cried at his surprised expression, grabbing into his sleeves and pulling.

“Wait, wahhait the masahhahahahahahahhge!” Chigiri yelped before bursting into giggles, weakly pawing at your hands as they squeezed his sides rapidly. “(Y/N)! Aheahhahahahah!”

“What? Huh? Sorry- I was too busy laughing at your face!” You crooned back, bursting into giggles once more when he went back to tickling. “H-hhehehey, no! It’s miihihihy tuhuhurn!”

“Nohoho wahahahy! Yohohou geheheht th-ihiihihihihihis! Ehehahahhaha nohhohoho!” Chigiri laughed just as much, both tickling and trying to block your hands from his knees. “Nohohohot thehehehehre!”

“Yhehehes thehehe-EHEHEHE!” Your efforts to go for his worst spot were thumped when he went for your stomach, making you crumble. “STAHAHAHP!”

“YOHOHOU STHAHAP! EHHEEHE!”

Your tickle fight carried on- both of you laughing and attacking each other. Eventually though, it all came to an end; both of you simultaneously giving up and collapsing into the couch.

“Ahehehe..ehhehehee..ghohohd.” You groaned, chest light and body feeling significantly better. “Hehehey, I feheheel behehehtter.”

“Pfft- grhehahhat.” Chigiri laughed, scooting up so he could lay beside you, pulling you into his chest. “Glahahad to hehelp.”

“Hmm.” You smiled and closed your eyes, legs intertwined and arms around each other. You could fall asleep like this…

“Hm. Hyoma?” You poked him gently, watching him open an eye. “I’m hungry. Can we order food?”

He blinked, then he laughed, pressing his face against the crown of your head. “Yeah, we can order food.”

“Yay.”

Thanks for reading!

[giuliadrawsstuff]

reference here

[gaycragula]

Price x male reader, they're married and the reader was also in the military, but due to injuries isn't anymore. And lettuce just coming home and giving his husband a massage cuz he knows his husband is hurting and the only way to relief the pain is through massages

Massages

Pairing: Captain John Price x Male Reader Warnings: Nudity though there's nothing descript Word Count: 791 Masterlist

You’d been soaking in the bathtub for a little over half an hour. Your house had been almost silent, save for the crickets chirping outside. So, when you heard your home alarm go off, your immediate thought was Oh shit, someone’s in the house. Did I forget to lock the door? You moved to get out of the tub before your husband’s voice cut through the silence of the house. “Love? I’m home.”

Price was home  a couple days early. You called back out to him where you were, relaxing back in the tub with a low, relieved sigh. Soaking in warm water seemed to help soothe the ache in your muscles. Unfortunately, however, it did nothing to help the cramps and overwhelming pain you got in your shoulders since the injury that got you discharged from the military. The seemingly constant pain that only either dulled or got worse, never went away. And, today seemed to be one of your worst days.

The only thing that ever seemed to help were massages, specifically Price’s. He had given you one while he was home once and you had never felt better. When he left, you went out to get a professional one done. It didn’t feel the same as Price’s and ended up making you hurt more than if you hadn’t gone and you almost would’ve called yourself disappointed.. 

The bathroom door opened to reveal your husband. “Welcome home, John,” you smile, leaning back in the tub to look at him. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything done. I wasn’t expecting you home so soon.” 

Price stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and started stripping. “No need to apologize, love,” he hums, setting his clothing in a neat pile next to the door. He ran a hand through your hair and you sat up to let him slip in behind you. “How’re your shoulders doin’ tonight?” He asks, running his hands over the skin.

“One of my bad days,” you hum, leaning back against the man with a quiet breath. His fingers danced over the skin of your shoulders before he gently nudged you forward.

“Massage?” He offers, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. You hummed, nodding as you sat up in a comfortable position. Price moved to the edges of the bath behind you so he was sitting above you, making it a little less awkward to give the massage.

 His hands first ran over the skin of your shoulder blades before his thumbs pressed into the divots of skin between your blade and your spine. You let out a relieved breath with the movement and Price could feel your muscles relax under his fingers. His thumbs moved up to your collarbone and up the back of your neck before they trailed back down and repeated the motion. 

With every draw of the motion, the pain in your shoulders dulled and you let out short breaths and sighs. His fingers brushed just under your shoulder blades before they flattened out over the broad bone and his palm applied pressure against it as he slowly rubbed over the bone. 

His hands worked magic into your skin and muscle, dulling your pain almost to the point where you couldn’t feel it. They worked your knots gone, your cramps dulled, and they sent shivers down your spine when he fingered over your spine. You let out a sigh when Price removed his hands and slipped back in behind you. 

“Thank you, captain,” you whisper with a smile, leaning back into him. “Feels much better.”

Price chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Anythin’ for you, love. I hate seein’ you in pain.”

You laughed quietly, holding his head down so you could return the kiss. “What brought you home so early?”

“Is it a sin to want to see my husband?” Price scoffs lightheartedly, nuzzling his beard against your cheek which brought another laugh from you. “Just wanted to see you. It felt like I’d been away too long, missed you,” he hums, tracing his fingers down your arm. “I love you.”

You felt yourself flush and shift against Price. He had always been straightforward and it always affected you the same way. “I love you too, John,” you murmur back, just loud enough for Price to hear. He pulled you back against him, pressed a kiss to your neck, and you felt his lips curl into a smile against your neck. 

You wouldn’t trade your time with Price for anything, no matter how spread apart it is. Every second spent with the man brought you an overwhelming amount of joy and you hoped, knew, he felt the same. 

[oodlesodoodles]

[whumpbug]

whumperless whump event day 4: it's every day bro @whumperless-whump-event

chronic pain / massage / “i'm used to it.”

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Simon

whumpee: Archie

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Some days were worse than others.

Pain was a constant thing for Archie from the moment that damned drug entered his body. There hadn't been a day that passed where Archie wasn’t in some kind of pain.

He learned to tune it out when it was bearable. Sometimes, it ramped up to nausea and vertigo that had him curled up in bed for hours on end, or head-splitting migraine that left him unable to even walk.

Today, it was aches. And they were worse than they had been in a while.

It felt like electricity was being run through every part of his body with every small movement or jolt. Prickling, sharp pain imbedded its way into his muscles and tendons and bones, and he was left to wonder if he had somehow been run over a hundred times without realizing it.

He could deal with it, though. He’d been dealing with it for the last 16 years of his life. 

Tonight, he had to deal with it.

It was Simon’s birthday.

Simon explicitly stated that he didn’t want anything big for his day, just to take the day off of work and school and catch up on some relaxation. Archie was silently grateful for it, considering his circumstances.

They were watching a movie Simon picked out, and Archie was sure he would actually really enjoy it if he could focus on something other than the agonizing pain shooting through every inch of his body.

He sat stiffly, spine straight as a rod, as he spooned another mouthful of the takeout he’d bought them with as little movement as he could muster into his mouth.

A soft wince flashed across his face.

Archie was sure he didn't make a noise, but maybe he was mistaken, because suddenly Simon turned to glance at him. He faltered at what he saw.

“Archie, are you okay?”

Archie nodded rigidly, taking slow, measured breaths through his nose. “I'm fine.”

Simon frowned. “No you aren’t. Is it your shoulder again?”

Archie had dislocated his shoulder just a few days prior, so it made sense as to why Simon assumed that. Still, close but no cigar.

“It’s not my shoulder,” Archie started, jolting when another wave of pain washed over him. “It’s nothing. Let’s just watch the movie.

Simon tilted his head, setting his food down on the coffee table. He gave Archie another once over and sighed at the pallor he saw. The beads of sweat forming on Archie’s brow were also not lost on him.

Seeing Simon look at him with such gentle concern almost made Archie say to hell with it, and curl up into his friend's arms until this agony passed. It really was bad.

He didn’t though, opting to lower himself against the back of the couch, breath catching when it caused another spasm of pain.

Simon frowned.

“Archie, you can go lay down in my bed if you’d like..” He offered, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV.

Archie all but tackled Simon for the remote, letting out a sharp whimper as more sharp aches ran through his body. 

“No, it’s okay! I’m used to it. I promise. I can still watch the movie, Simon. I’m not helpless,” He pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut.

Simon made his voice just a little bit softer. “I didn’t say you were, but you’re in pain. Today isn’t a good day for it. I want you to rest. We can finish the movie another day.”

Archie felt panic flutter in his chest as he forced himself to sit up and face Simon. Why didn't he understand?

The world couldn’t just stop because Archie was in a bit of pain. He wanted today to be about Simon, not about his pathetic constitution. If he couldn’t tough out some soreness for a few hours to give his friend a good birthday, then what kind of friend did that make him? Panicked tears suddenly pricked in his eyes.

“No, Simon. Please. I can handle it. It’s your birthday, I don’t want you to be worried about me. I want you to spend it how you wanted. I mean it--”

Archie was cut off by Simon’s deft hands finding their way up to his shoulders, beginning to knead at the tense muscle. Archie’s eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling.

“And what if I told you this is exactly how I want to spend my birthday? With you. Making sure you’re having as good of a time as I am.” 

Archie opened his mouth to respond, but it quickly morphed into a soft gasp as Simon’s hands worked their way down Archie’s aching arms. Archie was quickly becoming putty in Simon’s hands, feeling the pain start to drain away from his body.

“I.. God, Simon.. I forgot how good you are at this..” Archie sighed, letting himself lay across Simon’s lap as Simon began massaging his hands and fingers.

“So I’ve been told.”

"You're.. sure you actually want to do this?" Archie whispered, resting his cheek on Simon's thigh to get a better look at his face.

"Positive."

Archie smiled, feeling something warm flutter in his chest. He let his eyes fall closed.

The two fell into comfortable silence as Simon worked at the knots in Archie’s shoulders, then lower back, then legs, and finally he settled on running his hands rhythmically through Archie’s hair, massaging his scalp intermittently.

Archie's entire body completely limp now as he hummed contentedly. There was still residual pain, of course, but having such gentle but practiced hands work out the aches made him feel like he could run a marathon if he needed to. To put it simply, it was heaven. 

He buried his face into Simon’s thigh, letting out a soft breath.

“Simon.. thank you..” He whispered.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Oh, and Simon? Happy birthday..”

Simon smiled softly, and looked down at Archie with a fondness that could melt a glacier.

“Happy birthday to me.”

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[feyver]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: Canon Era, Fluff, Massage, Caring Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Sleepy Merlin (Merlin), Stressed Merlin (Merlin), Soft Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Napping, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Pining Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Overworked Merlin (Merlin), Sleeptalking, arthur looks after his man Summary:

Arthur notices Merlin is stressed and sore. He gives him a massage.

[amypihcs]

It's scandalously late and i should be asleep but you get day 17!

Just the usual dose of cuddles and stuff, i'm so dead, i'm going to bed now.

Love you dears

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[nocontextmythical]

just the fingers.

[sincerelybubbles]

can't stop thinking abt having sore muscles around the pro hero!ua boys

(probably bc my muscles have been sore for days after jet skiing)

warnings: none, all fluff

of course, bakugo is lecturing you about not stretching first and drinking enough water.

"wouldn't be this fuckin' sore if you listened t'me for once," he'd grumble, already moving to the kitchen to cook so you can take pain meds.

he would insist that you lay on an ice pack if your back is sore in any way, already worried about an actual injury and not just a slight strain. once you're able to convince him that you're okay, just a little sore, he agrees to give you a massage. surprisingly, he doesn't complain much about it idea, simply just motions for you to lay down so he can help you out.

and when he's done, he'll be sure to gloat about his superior massage skills while secretly grabbing his phone to set an alarm to remind you to take medicine again in a few hours.

midoriya would be the first to remind you that sore muscles leads to muscle growth, especially if you're sore after working out.

he is the water police though, constantly insisting that you finish your bottle before jumping up to grab you a new one the second you're finished drinking.

he's also spoiling you rotten, fully aware of the way your body would ache from standing up to do simple tasks. so, he's jumping up any time you so much as move your finger, asking what you need.

"i'll get it, i'll get it! just stay there," he insists, holding up a hand to stop you from jumping up to grab your blanket.

overall, he's just too sweet to see you in pain, so he's doing everything he can to help you feel better. pain meds? he's running to the store. ice pack? there's one chilling in the freezer right now. you want heat? he's already boiling water in the kettle for your hot water bottle.

kirishima teases you for a few minutes when you complain about being sore, giant smile stretching across his face.

"i heard that cuddling with your super storm and manly boyfriend is the best remedy, actually," he jokes, scooping you up to rest against his chest, laughing when you squeal.

he is happy to grab you medicine, water, and a snack while resting with you for the day. if you're truly too sore to get up and do much, he's more than happy to lay down with you, watching whatever crappy netflix show you pick and doing whatever he can to keep you laughing throughout the day.

when you tell sero you're sore, he's reaching over to grab massage lotion before you can even finish your sentence.

"any excuse to get my hands on you," he jokes, nudging you to roll over so he can help soothe your aching muscles.

despite his teasing, he is focused and precise, doing what he can to help you feel better as quickly as possible. he's no stranger to aches and pains, slinging himself around by his tape isn't exactly easy on his joints and muscles, so he's happy to return the many many massages you've given him after patrols.

[boothillzvhs]

PANTALONE🩷

Top!PANTALONE x gn!black!reader

YES YES I KNOW I HAVE NOT POSTED IN 156 YEARS BUT I WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU GUYS🫶🏾😔

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Three - Massages

Ship: Cirrus/Dewdrop

Notes: Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 660

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Dewdrop squints in confusion and a bit of concern as Cirrus eyes him up and down. Even as they stand in the lobby of the latest hotel, dressed in their civies, and surrounded by the rest of the pack and their papa, he feels exposed.

“Hey Cir. What's that look for?”

“You’re rooming with me tonight, Droplet.” It’s not a request.

“But-”

She interrupts by handing him his room key, grabbing his duffle bag for him, flashing him a toothy grin, and turning to head to the elevator. Dew has the distinct impression she’s going to eat him alive.

He shakes his head and heads to the elevator after her but just barely misses it. It’s whatever. He’ll just catch it with Mountain, who’s just now come in from the bus carrying a sleepy Phantom. Still, the suspense makes his stomach flip.

The elevator returns and he and Mountain ride it in silence, too tired for small talk. They bid each other goodnight and Dew stands before his hotel room. He unlocks the door and walks inside.

“There you are sweetheart.” She smiles.

Dew blinks at the pet name. “Hey Cir, I don’t think I’m up for it tonight. I’m tired.”

Cirrus wrinkles her nose. “Good. If you had anything planned I would have told you no. Now up on the bed.” She waggles her travel sized lotion bottle at him and he chuckles in understanding. He strips down to his boxers and lays on his stomach.

“Feet and shoulders giving you trouble again?” She starts to slick up her hands.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ve got you. Just let me know how the pressure is.” She starts by rubbing up and down his back, just warming him up to her touch. Her cool lotion slick hands feel like a balm against his perpetually overwarm skin. Once he lets himself relax into the repetitive motions she begins to kneed at his tense shoulders. He lets out an involuntary shudder and a little sigh as she gets something to pop, releasing tension Dew hadn’t been able to relieve.

“Feel good?”

“Uh huh.”

She keeps going, feeling around until she finds a sore spot. She taps in warning before digging her thumbs in.

Dew hisses a little but lets her continue.

“Sorry Dewy. I know it hurts but I promise this will help in the long run.” She repeats what she always says when she works at the tense spots.

“It's okay.” He sighs in relief as he feels the muscle start to loosen up.

Once she’s done with that spot, and moves to his other shoulder and repeats. Then she gives his shoulders a gentle soothing rub.

“Gonna get your feet now okay?”

“Uh huh.”

Dew rolls over to his back and scoots up to the head of the bed to make room for Cirrus to sit at the foot. She sets his feet in her lap and squirts some fresh lotion into her hands. As she works at the balls of his feet, they chat idly. Talking about that night’s show, where they're headed tomorrow, wondering what the others are getting up to tonight. Nothing too deep though; they’re both too tired.

When Cirrus finishes with his feet she gives one a playful squeeze.

“That feel better?”

“Lots, thanks.”

“Want me to brush your hair?”

“Please?”

Cirrus moves up to the head of the head and has Dew sit in her lap. She grabs her brush from where she set it on the nightstand and starts undoing the braid his hair is still in from the show. As she brushes, she makes sure to give him a gentle scalp massage as well and they’re both purring in no time. She only stops when it’s clear Dew is in danger of falling asleep right there.

“Ah ah. Shower first stink bug.”

Dew doesn’t even snip at the nickname, just stretches and sighs.

“Come on. I'll wash your hair too.”

That gets him moving a little faster.

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Ruffthrok Headcanon #12: After that one time in "Snuffnut," it becomes a common ritual for Ruffnut and Throk, along with Tuffnut, to give each other foot massages after a hard training or sparring session.