#massagr

[namorslutfanfiction]

So I have this thing where I love giving my SO a massage. Just appreciating his form and just getting that front and center view of every muscle in his body.

And now I think about doing that to Tenoch. With this big back and his strong arms and his godly thighs.

I would pay him to let me massage him.

[hengheng7]

Do you want a Thai Massage ?

[moodymisty]

Omg how did it miss this????

Tee hee have some Guilliman writingsssssss

Inspired by the AMAZBALLS art @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond did here! Also tagging @beckyninja bc they requested it dndndnnd

Wanted to start this by saying THANK YOU everyone who left such nice messages on my first ever wh40k fic!!!! It was super encouraging, and I'm sooooo glad to be here!

Now on to the good stuff!

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x Reader

Warnings: non sexual massages, kissing, fluff, minor sexual themes, general size difference stuff bc Primarchs, World building apparently???

when i see your face

You staggered through the doors to your Lord Guilliman's office, arms laiden with scrolls and data slates from various other officials scattered across the McCragge's Honor and missives from off-ship. Your solemn duty was being a glorified serf for your Primarch, Roboute Guilliman of Ultramar, a duty many had said was beneath someone of your station.

But you were helping.

You could see it in the way your Lord's brow eased when you came trotting up with a cup of tea, or carried a plate of foods for him to browse. It was in the way his lightened and his lips relaxed, the rigid tension in his shoulders loosening enough that he no longer looked built into the ship.

If given a choice, you would chose this every time.

Even on days like this one where everything seemed to happen at once and seemingly needed to be done Right This Instant.

You could just about see your Lord sitting behind his enormous desk (made of real wood from Holy Terra!) his face settled in a harsh expression as he scowled down at his overrun desk space.

"My Lord," you squeaked out, near panting from your long walk carrying all the various forms. You clear your throat and try again, glad that your face is already flush from exertion. "My Lord, I have the data you required, and those new lordlings from the fourth quadrant finally sent their replies."

He grunted, a deep noise in his chest. A gesture had you carefully maneuvering around his surprisingly cluttered office to the stairs leading up to his desk, an added feature Lord Guilliman had installed a few weeks after you started.

Captain Sicarios had apparently taken umbrage at the fact that you couldn't reach the surface of Lord Guilliman's desk and was thus required to hand everything to him. The Captain's reaction to the stairs were well worth the minor humiliation you felt at needing the assist.

"Place them here, little one," his voice tired, and up close you could see the way his face was starting to sink in around his eyes and in his cheeks. "I'll get to them soon."

You both glanced at his overburdened desk. "Eventually."

He sighed heavily, running a massive hand over his face. You wince in sympathy, twisting your lips in a grimace. There truly was just so much. And Lord Guilliman looked so, so tired and worn.

Only ever in this room, you've found. Only ever when it's just you two alone. Did that make you special? You didn't think so, but your loyalty was absolute. You would not speak of your Lord's exhaustion to no one.

You slowly drag your gaze from the desk top to where the massive arm of your Primarch lays almost limp. His hands are almost brutish, and heavily scarred. The hands of a warrior.

Seeing it gives you an idea you almost reject immediately, but then Lord Guilliman exhaled long and slow, bringing your gaze back to the slow slump of the mountain range that were his shoulders. You steel yourself.

"My Lord? May I... try something to aid you?" Your voice is hesitant, but rings loudly in the almost oppressive silence of the room. His burning eyes peer ar you through the gaps in his fingers and you drop your gaze, unable to bear meeting his gaze for long.

He seemed to mull over his answer for a moment, and you feel his eyes on you the whole time. "...very well. Quickly now, I do not have much spare time."

An eager nod is your answer before you're reaching for the hand splayed across the desk on some unrolled scrolls. His smallest finger is longer than your entire hand, and you marvel once again at this demigod before you.

The first touch of your hand against his skin feels like it burns you, like touching a fresh spent bolter casing searing your flesh. It makes you flinch, and his fingers twitch across the dark wood.

You feel his eyes burning into you, and you do your best to ignore it, gently wrapping both hands around the edges of his and pulling slightly. "...could you move your hand for me, My Lord?" His hand weighed more than you expected, and a blush burns across your cheeks.

His near silent chuckle rumbles through you as he lifts his hand and allows you to direct it, flipping it over so the palm was facing upwards, fingers curling naturally towards his palm.

"This is something my mother used to do for me," you explain quietly to him as you started pressing your fingers into the thick meat of his palm. "I wrote constantly as a child and would get horrible cramps, so she would massage the muscles in my arm until I was able to use it again."

The faint memory of your mother had a bittersweet smile crossing your face, an old ache flaring softly in your chest. He doesn't respond, but neither does he pull away, so you continue digging your little fingers into his hand and wrist, slowly working your way up his arm.

You started humming at some point, even once your hands started aching. Your persevere through it, determined to help one more way.

At this point, you're halfway up his arm and kneeling on his desk, leaning forward to reach his bicep. Even relaxed his muscles feel like steel, his arm almost thicker around than your entire body. It's a strain to your thighs and back to be balanced so precariously, but your determined to see it through.

...though you might not be able to get his shoulders. No matter how much you'd love to.

Time passes as you continue in your self-appointed task, face keeping a steady blush at the way his eyes stayed on you the entire time. He never said anything the entire time. You don't even think he blinked. The only way you knew he didn't turn into a statue was the slow, deep breaths and the way his muscles jumped under your fingers.

At this point, you're at the joint of his shoulder, one hand braced against his arm to keep you upright as the other cups the joint tenderly. Your gaze wanders across the expanse of his skin, up his arm to his shoulder, to his neck, before finally resting on his face.

You don't have a name for the expression on his face, but it lights a gentle fire in your heart, igniting an incredibly stupid impulse.

A quick movement had your feet under you on the desk so you were standing, putting you at a height advantage over your Primarch. A thrill raced up your spine at the way it had him looking up at you.

But you cut the distance between yourselves and, before you lose your nerve, press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

You withdrawl quickly, face feeling like a little torch and peek at Lord Guilliman's expression.

His eyes were blown wide, lips parted, separating the stain of your lipstick pressed into his skin. A violent flush starts at the base of his collarbone and steady climbs up his neck and you suddenly remember what you are and who he is.

In a rush of motion you're down your little flight of stairs, words tumbling over themselves in your mouth as you all but flee the room in a panic. What did you just do?

Roboute could only stare in blank shock as the door swished closed behind you, the hand you were rubbing slowly reaching up to touch where you kissed him.

His arm felt no different save where his skin tingled at the memory of your touch, and a deep inhale had your scent flooding his hindbrain with dopamine.

Licking his lips had the taste of your mouth filling his palate with you, making him want.

A groan left him as he buried his face in his hands, mindful not to smudge the little smear of color splashed across his lips. (He needed to find something to transfer that to, he needed it.)

Fire and damnation, he wanted your touch again.

[teddybeartoji]

dazai is the best cure for a headache. he knows you have one before you can even say anything about it and he's quick to dim the lights and to grab some water and painkillers for you, quietly ushering you to take them so he can start working his magic on you. he pats his thighs while wriggling his brows and lets his lips curl into a grin when you glare at him. but you go to him anyway.

with your head now resting on his lap, he stares down at you with a fond expression. he tells you to close your eyes and to relax while tracing his fingers over the bridge of your nose and it really does work like magic because you already feel yourself melting into him.

he ghosts over your lips and the apples of your cheeks, your jawline and then the bridge of your nose again, slowly working his way up. he smoothes away the wrinkles between your brows and smiles to himself when you let out a content sigh.

and then he moves further up, softly massaging your temples while humming quietly. he's slow and his every move is thought through because he knows exactly what'll make you feel better. every once in a while he switches it up a little and cards his fingers through your hair instead – he pushes against your scalp and you lean into his touch immediately.

"good, hm?"

"mhmm, you're the best."

holding back a coo, dazai decides to just take the compliment this once. without ever taking his eyes off of you or without stopping the miracle massagr, he leans over and presses his lips against your forehead in a loving kiss.

the 'mwaaah' sound he lets out makes you break into a smile and that on its own tells him that he's doing okay.

more than okay.

it doesn't take long until you're dozing off on his lap and slipping into the sweetest dreams while he stays behind to keep a lookout. he plays with your hair, he traces over your features again and he watches you sleep with that same fond, lovesick, look on his face that he's been unable to wipe away ever since he met you.

[tripp-pants-sora]

can i have TWENTY ONE for your SPOTIFY WRAPPED pleagse

GRBITHDAY MASSAGRE!!!!!!!!!!!! ATTACK!!!!!!!

21::

I like this one because it feels like if you were a tortured clone or something. And there was. A castle maybe. I really like the weird mournful tone of everything but thats also!! Thats just birthday massacre for you babyyyy

[chrislilcumslvt]

R GAVE ME A SHOULDR MASSAGR AHHHHH

OMGGG GIRL

[spudsthepiget]

I got asked by my city to speak on adaptive massagr at the 1st annual disability expo, but I unfortunately couldn't as it falls on my wedding day. So I made them brochures to hand out.

I'm super proud of how these turned out and to be part of the community.

[myplacesproject]

Day 1932: November 21, 2019

Neko Massage

This quirky massage parlor is among the newest businesses that have opened in the increasingly-revitalized Downtown Las Vegas.

S. Sixth Street, Las Vegas, Nevada

[annesembroidery]

#embroidery. #uniformembroidery #customshirts #massagr (at Anne's Embroidery) https://www.instagram.com/p/BytLu2KFMEO/?igshid=4pyxfts0czsr

[mightymartae]

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[hengheng7]

Ready for the Thai Massagr

[mokshamspa]

Fitness combined with proper nutrition is the key to a healthy lifestyle. When you are fit, your body maintains essential physical functions and prevents complications of chronic diseases. But, when it comes to fitness is excising the only thing that we need?Many times, fitness is associated with intense workout regimes and moderate activities like swimming, walking or organized sportsstill, something is missing and that's a fulfilling day at the spa!

[red-white-black]

My back hurt l want a massagr

ポケモン４コマギャグ劇場① Pokemon 4koma Theater ① p108

Quick translation of an old Pokemon 4koma by [ RinUzuki@gmail.com ] of Ramsus-kun Scanslations. Thanks to pokescans for the raws!

Check out the Pokemon 4koma tag for more.

[trulymadlysydney]

I really like sending you asks you're always so nice and I've honestly sent you four drunk asks in the past two days but like it's so nice bc if you respond while I'm drunk it's like wOW MOOD BOOST And if you respond when I wake up the next day it's like WOW LOOK HOW LESS WORSE THIS HEADACHE IS IDK SYD YOURE HUST SUPER GREAT AND I HOOE YOURE OKAY WITH ME SENDING YOU DRUNK MESSAGES AND IF NOT I SILK STOP TTFN TATA FOR NOW BC MY DRUNK ASS WILL PROB SEND SNOTHER MASSAGR LOVE YOOOUUUU XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Awwww STOP this is cute you're cute and I love drunk messages a lot. IM GLAD YOU LIKE ME AND MY BLOG 💜💜💜 Sleep well (when you sleep) and hopefully l you won't be super hung over tomorrow!

[hahawhatthefuck]

omg I love when my boy high bc that's when he voluntarily massages my feet and back, EVERYTHING YAS MASSAGR ALLA ME 😍😍😍