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writingoddess1125 · 1 year

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You Give Them a Massage 💆‍♂️

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk.

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Luffy

Luffy while not exactly needing massages enjoys the physical affection.

You will focus on his spine as you gently knead his muscles into relaxation. Which usually turns into you kneading a soft rubbery feeling since he will relax so much it's like he turns into a toy.

"Are you stretching out?"

You question as you realize you've kneaded him into puddy. As well as praising the nice clean lemon scented lotions you used.

He will giggle at the feeling and eventually fall asleep at your touch.

"Your hands are sooo nice (Y/N)!'

Sanji

A massage for Sanji usually starts out as physical therapy for his legs since the muscles are so tight and locked up it causes him pain. Stretching him out leads to him usually Biting a Pillow and groaning in discomfort.

*Please watch for your viewing pleasure ;3

Once done with that you massages away. Focusing on his legs and thighs in order to get him relaxed. Using nice peach scented lotion to help him relax.

"Your hands are heavenly my dear~"

He will flirt with you while on the table but eventually just develope into groans of bliss.

Zoro

Zoro will be stubborn and not want a message at first. However fall into it when his shoulders are sore.

You have to use baby oil for him since his skin is very rough. You have to use a lot of strength to work out the knots in his shoulders, having felt stones that were softer.

"This is ridiculous, I don't see... ohh"

Once you hit that point that has been hurting him he will fall under your spell. Humming in gentle delight as you work out the sorness and tension from his shoulders.

He will fall asleep, snoring rathed loudly as you smooth out his shoulders.

"That was.. very very nice"

Usopp

Usopp will be down for a massage, especially since all his maintenance om the ship make his arms sore.

At first talking your ear off about fake stories as you worked, using different mango lotions on his hands to make them soft.

"You know, I traveled to this island once that had beautiful mermaids, they were all over.. over oh that feels nice"

Will eventually fall into a dreamy like state as he will mumble gentle praise as you work up and down his arms.

"That was so nice (Y/N) thank you"

Nami

Oh poor Nami- Her lower back is always a problem for her! So when you offer a massage she jumps at the opportunity.

You work at the very strong tension on her lower back and help ease the ache. Using nice orange scented lotion for her to add a bit of aroma therapy to the room.

"Gods that's so nice... ugh having boobs suck-"

She will grumble earning some nice chuckles out of both of you. Casual conversation will take place between the two of you as you work, but at the end silence will win over as she's too relaxes to speak.

"Thank you (Y/N) you're a life saver~"

Buggy

Buggy never talks about how sometimes his joints ache after using his devil fruit. Mainly his neck if he detaches his head for long periods of time.

Will throw a mini temper tantrum as you tell him to get on the table, which he does even if he makes a fuss.

Once you start this man is all moans and whimpers. Feeling you work the muscles in his neck into relaxation.

"Fucckkkk" He will moan and pretty much fall apart under your skilled hands. The nice strawberry lotion filling the room which makes him even more complient and relaxed. Defiently the type to get 'excited' during a massage as well.

"Well.. maybe we can do this again?"

Shanks

Shanks will be open to a massage, however it takes him a while to actually relax.

You focus on his shoulders and side of his body. Especially the one with his missing arm, He does get phantom pains and were the muscles are suppose to connect on his missing arm sometimes clench at the pack of stimulation. So you have to carefully work those muscles with your fingers and travel up to his shoulders and side of his body.

"...Thank you (Y/N)"

He will sigh out, feeling the ache in his arm fade from your fingers as the cucumber lotion helps him relax. Will try and crack a few jokes with you here and there but will eventually relax enough to allow silence.

"It's been a while since I've felt this nice, Thank you again"

Mihawk

When Mihawk finally allows you to give him a massage after pestering him for a while you see why- It's like his entire back is made of cobblestone- You question how he gets any sleep with this much tension!

It takes a good hour just to work out the knots before you can even begin to give him a proper massage. He will grunt only at the nice feeling of you working his muscles into submission, the Eucalyptus lotion helping his mind fade into tranquil bliss as you work.

Mihawk is dead silent the while time you work, enjoying the peaceful silence as you get him to relax and ease the pain in his entire back.

Once finishes you are close to exhaustion.

"Thank you deeply (Y/N)"

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queenshelby · 13 days

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Massage Therapy (Part One of Two)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

It had been three years since you owned a day spa and, being one of the best in Dublin, you were almost always booked out.

You provided facials, therapeutic massages as well as relaxation techniques, including massages with hot oil ‒‒the last service being the most popular among professionals seeking to unwind. T

he elegant interior of your establishment, with its dim, warm lights, hushed tones, and earthy aromas, lulled the senses the moment clients stepped into the door.

By word of mouth, you had acquired a loyal clientele, including many businessmen and important figures and, apparently, among them now was the famous actor, Cillian Murphy who had been referred to you by one of his friends.

He was a slim and handsome man, in his late forties, and you were quite excited to be massaging him when he walked in.

You first handed him a form to fill out with details such as his name, age, contact information, and medical history, as usual. While he completed the paperwork, you studied him from the corner of your eye. He moved with quiet grace, his hair glinting under the soft lights, his lips curling up in a ghost of a smile when he saw your spa.

When he finished filling out the form, he handed it over to you and followed you down a hallway lined with a series of private rooms.

"Mr Murphy, this way please," you said, as you opened the door to the dimly lit massage room, in the middle of which stood a massage table, covered in fresh sheets.

"Thank you," Cillian said, his voice low and measured, as he stepped inside, eyes trailing over the candles casting dancing shadows on the walls.

"You are welcome," you responded, as you walked over to the corner of the room to retrieve a bottle of warm oil for the session. "Now, when you are ready Mr Murphy, please get undressed. You can place your belongings into the locker over here while I leave the room to give you some privacy. Once you have undressed, please lay face down on the table, covering yourself with the sheet provided, alright?" I continued, nodding towards the locker, gesturing to ensure his comfort and to establish professionalism for the session.

"Sure," he replied, eyes meeting mine briefly, as you turned to exit the room.

As you waited outside the door, you took a few moments to compose yourself, to leave any personal thoughts behind and focus solely on the calming atmosphere of the room and your craft - it was crucial to provide Cillian with the best service possible, regardless of who he was. Although, truth be told, you were a little overexcited to be massaging such a famous and handsome individual, but you quickly brushed those thoughts away.

Entering the room once more, you found Cillian lying face down on the massage table as instructed, dressed in just his briefs, with the thin sheet that was provided carefully draped over his lower body.

"Are there any areas you would like me to focus on, Mr Murphy?" you asked softly, while pouring the warm oil onto your cupped hands, rubbing them together briskly to infuse the oil with your warmth.

"No, just anything is fine," he replied gruffly, as you began your work on him, starting up at his neck, and working your way down to his upper back. His tension had been obvious, but you could already feel it beginning to melt away from his body as you placed your hands on him. You worked the warm oil into his tired muscles, easing the knots and tension from his shoulders and neck.

As you were massaging his back, you couldn't help but notice the freckles on his pale skin. There were thousands of them , tiny brown speckles scattered haphazardly across his shoulder blades and back. They were one of the many things about Cillian Murphy that made him an interesting subject to look at, but it was your duty to keep your mind on the job at hand, which was to make sure that he relaxed and felt zero tension. You were a professional, after all.

As you moved down from his shoulders and neck to his lower back, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

Your hand came to rest on his hips, and you could feel him tense slightly beneath your touch. You continued to apply pressure, massaging with long, deep strokes, focusing on the area where his tension remained.

Eventually, you adjusted the sheet slightly, revealing just enough of his thighs and hips to continue your work, while still maintaining his modesty. The tension in his body had lessened, but it was still present, especially in his hamstrings.

You started massaging his right leg first , focusing on the muscles that you knew would be the tightest, and working slowly to coax them to relax. As you worked your way down, you reminded yourself not to let your mind wander, and to focus on what you were doing. But it wasn't easy, for every touch, every stroke, sent a little thrill running through you. He was a handsome man, with a lean, toned body and a distinctive brooding charm that seemed almost palpable.

His legs were covered in some fine hairs. They were muscular, even despite his otherwise slim built and you and you couldn't help but notice the veins that ran along the sides of his legs, pulsing with life as you rubbed them with your expert touch.

"Is the pressure okay?" you whispered, your fingers tracing the muscle contours of his lower legs with a gentle pressure, coaxing the tension out of them.

"It's perfect," he murmur-replied, his voice gravelly with a hint of recognition in his tone. You shuttered at the sound of it, feeling a strange mix of pride and nervousness, knowing that he was enjoying it.

You continued your work on his legs, adjusting the sheet again before moving higher, to his upper thighs, just below his buttocks.

Cillian's body tensed again, but the tension was not present in his muscles. This was different, there was something new, something that you hadn't felt before.

"How's the pressure now?" you asked again, moving to his inner thigh now.

He paused for a moment, considering your words.

"It's good," he finally said, his voice strained with a new type of tension that hadn't been there before as, unbeknownst to you, he slowly became aroused.

Oblivious to this, you kept on with your massage, your hands working their magic. As you glanced at your client's lower body, you saw the way his muscles were starting to flex slightly, but you did not think anything about it and moved towards the other leg, relishing in the smoothness of his skin under your touch.

You started with his lower thigh again and then moved to his upper thigh, slowly working your way inwards again.

You could feel the built-up tension in his muscles there, and you devoted your full attention to alleviating it. As you massaged the spot that was especially tight, Cillian let out a soft moan that registered on your radar, but you brought your focus back to the task at hand.

After some time, you felt that you had done sufficient work on the back and legs from this angle and you knew it was time for him to turn around. "Alright Mr. Murphy, I am going to need you roll over onto your back so that I may continue to work on your chest and arms," you instructed him softly, while still maintaining your professional demeanor, even if your heart fluttered at a faster rate.

"Uhm, I," he began , hesitating before continuing. "I can't. I need to...," he stammered, causing you to offer him some assistance.

"Would you like me to help you to turn around?" you offered in a soft tone.

"No, I mean, I can do that myself, but I shouldn't because I'm a bit uncomfortable right now," Cillian admitted, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

A feeling of realization dawned on you, and your cheeks flushed in return. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of your profession and that this kind of situation could arise every now and then. With that, you reassured him.

"Don't worry, that's perfectly normal and I will ensure that sheet provided will cover your modesty," you reassured Cillian with a soft and gentle voice, making sure not to make this moment any awkward or uncomfortable than it already was.

Cillian took a deep breath, and then slowly began to turn onto his back, revealing his lean but toned body. You took a moment to admire the sight while reminding yourself to stay focused on the task at hand.

"I am sorry. This hasn't happened to me before," Cillian murmured. You could see the embarrassment color his cheeks, but there was also an honesty in his voice and eyes that resonated with you.

"It happens, Mr Murphy," you replied with a gentle smile, trying to put him at ease. "It's actually not that uncommon," you reassured him as you covered his eyes with cloth, waiting for him to catch his breath, to compose himself. "Now just relax," you then continued before looking at the obvious.

His erection was evident beneath the sheet, but you said nothing, choosing instead to continue working as you normally would.

Without saying anything else, you focused on his arms, kneading the muscles to ease the knots and tension before moving on to his chest.

Running your hands through his chest hair, you could feel each rib, each muscle expanding and contracting under your touch as he breathed in and out and, even though you spent almost twenty more minutes on his upper body only, his erection did not abate.

Knowing that you had caused this made you feel slightly guilty, but also somewhat empowered and, with that, curiosity got the better of you and you decided to return to his legs again.

This time, you focused your attention on the front of his thighs, and you could feel the tension there as well. You did your best to ignore the growing bulge beneath the sheet, and concentrated instead on providing a soothing and relaxing massage experience for Cillian.

You worked your way up his legs with long, sweeping strokes, and felt the muscle gradually start to relax under your trained hands. You could sense that Cillian was feeling more at ease as well, and he let out a deep sigh as he seemed to drift away into a state of pure relaxation until your hand drifted to his upper inner thigh again.

His erection twitched upon contact, but, determined to remain professional and to finish the massage, you continued with your relaxed, rhythmic massaging motion, allowing the gentle movement to work on his tightened muscles.

Your fingers continued to glide lovingly, assertively, and with focus on the inner thighs, assessing their tension while taking the occasional, surreptitious glance at the sheet covering his lower torso. Underneath it, Cillian's erection still throbbed steadily and, after having now seen this man mostly naked and aroused, you wondered what it would be like to touch him intimately.

You had never before entertained such a fascination with a client, and tried to push the thought aside, but as your fingers moved up his thighs once more, tracing the firm muscles and lingering on the most sensitive areas, you knew you couldn't deny it any longer.

He was straining, almost painfully against the fabric beneath the sheet and you found it difficult to keep your focus on massaging his inner thighs. You glanced up at him, noticing his lips tightly closed as he focused on keeping himself together.

This moment hung heavy in the air, the tension building between you, almost palpable. It was obvious that he was holding back, and you wondered if you should continue the massage or stop.

But as you looked back at him, you saw his teeth clenching slightly, and he didn't seem to be making any moves to change position.

A sudden realization came over you - this was your chance to act on the desire that had been building inside of you since the moment he walked in, so you asked him softly, "Mr. Murphy, would you like me to take care of that for you?" and glanced down to his lower body, pointing at the evidence of his arousal pushing against the sheet.

"I can relieve that tension for you too, if you would like," you suggested, your voice barely above a whisper, though every word was clear and steady. He opened his mouth, about to protest.

"Uhm, I am married, I shouldn't be..." he murmured awkwardly, but then hesitated. You knew this could be your only chance with him, so you pounced.

"That's alright, I do not usually offer this kind of service," you told him. "But, it's just a massage and I can use my hands to alleviate your tension down there, without anyone else having to know about it."

"Uhm, okay," Cillian finally agreed, his voice barely above a whisper, as a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

"Perfect, so I will remove the sheet now and continue with your massage," you stated calmly, doing just that as you were met with the unobstructed view of his throbbing erection.

As expected, Cillian reflexively pulled at the sheet to cover himself, but you gently held it in place while explaining, "Mr. Murphy, please trust me when I say that this will help relieve even more tension in your body."

With a slight nod, he released the sheet and closed his eyes, leaving you free to continue.

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on the insides of his thighs and slowly spread them apart. The oil from the massage made them slick and easy to move, and you took full advantage as you began to knead and massage the muscles there.

As you worked, your fingers grazed the base of his shaft, causing him to inhale sharply. You glanced up at him, but continued your ministrations, moving your hands higher up his thighs and closer to his erection while taking in the sight.

His manhood was visible now, pulsating and rock hard, with a thick vein running down its length. Your mouth watered as you felt the steely heat radiating from his body, desires swirling and building within you.

"Ah, fuck!" Cillian groaned as you caressed the sensitive underside of his length.

"Shh, it's alright. Just relax," you whispered softly, running one of your oiled up hands over his pubic area, gently working your way around his shaft. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you managed to keep your cool. You couldn't believe that you were doing this. You were masturbating Cillian Murphy, a famous actor, during a massage session. It was something that you had never done before, and it was thrilling in a way that you couldn't quite put into words.

With a flick of your wrist and a bit more pressure, you began stroking his shaft with slow, steady movements, making sure that each stroke was deliberate yet soft, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his form.

"Is the pressure okay for you?" you asked softly, continuing your hand movements up and down his shaft, giving him a surge of pleasure with each stroke.

"Uhhmm, yes..." Cillian muttered breathlessly, unable to form complete sentences from the sensations coursing through his body.

You smiled at his response, feeling encouraged as you continued your hand movements, using the oil to smooth the way, making certain to caress each sensitive inch of him.

You could feel the tension rising in your own body as well, desire pooling between your thighs as you admired Cillian's form beneath your touch. It had been a long time since you had felt such attraction towards someone, and the excitement was overwhelming.

The moan that escaped from Cillian's mouth at your every touch was guttural, and you knew then that he was enjoying the sensation. With one more deep breath, you let your hands glide fully over his straining cock, beginning to massage it slowly with a deliberate pace that caused an air of urgency to grow more prevalent within the room.

You glanced at Cillian and saw him biting his lip, as though trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape him.

"Just relax," you whispered softly, allowing your hand to slide down his penis to cup his balls gently while the other hand worked its way up from the base, tracing each vein that ran along its shaft.

"Fuck," he groaned, as you continued your steady rhythm, applying the right amount of pressure to cause waves of pleasure to course through his body.

You felt him grow even more rigid in your hands and, with a quick glance, you saw that his eyes were still tightly shut. You knew he was on the brink and, instead of holding back, you decided to bring him over the edge.

"You're so close," you murmured, your breath hot against his ear as moisture pooled between your thighs. "Let it all out."

You increased the pace of your hands and, with your thumb, massaged the sensitive spot right below the head of his cock. His back arched off the table and a strangled noise left his lips.

You moved your hand faster, dripping oil everywhere, as he gripped the table for dear life. His thighs clenched tightly, and you could physically feel every muscle in his body tensing as his orgasm raced through him. A low, guttural cry echoed through the room, and his seed erupted from his cock, covering your hand and the sheet below.

Watching his cum spurt from his cock was oddly mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but stare as each spasm took hold of him.

Cillian came hard and fast, his muscles tense and body aching uncontrollably. The sheer amount of pleasure coursing through him was mind-numbing, intensified by your attentive ministrations.

His breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling rapidly as your hands slowed down to a gentler stroke.

You marveled at what had just transpired. This famous actor had climaxed all over your hands, and you couldn't help but feel a bit thrilled by the experience.

"Jesus Christ." Cillian mumbled under his breath, clearly in shock of what he had just experienced.

He opened his eyes, his vision a bit hazy as he took in your form - you, his massage therapist, whose hands had just brought him to an unparalleled climax.

Cillian laid there, half-stunned and entirely spent, taking a moment to regain his bearings as you slowly pulled your hands away from his softening shaft.

You could feel the blood pulsing in your own ears as you took in the sight of him - the glistening mess that remained on his chest, the redness from exertion staining his cheeks, and the way his eyes seemed to have lost all thoughtful intensity.

It was a vulnerable, intimate look that he gave you before speaking up softly. "I am sorry for the mess," he stammered , unable to meet your gaze directly, his cheeks reddening once more.

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "There's no need to apologize, Mr. Murphy, it is completely natural and to be expected after what we just did," your voice still gentle and soothing. "If you could just lay there for a few more minutes, please, so that I can clean you up and give you a moment to compose yourself before we conclude the session," you offered, with sincerity dripping from your voice.

You took a damp washcloth and gently began to clean Cillian's stomach and chest, taking extra care around his still sensitive area. He groaned softly as your warm hand touched him, but didn't stop you. Once he was clean, you threw the cloth into a hamper.

"Now I will leave you to get dressed and you can meet me at the front desk," you said softly, looking at the gorgeous, satiated man lying before you.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice laced with gratitude as well as a hint of regret. "That was..." he faltered, searching for the right word. "Really nice ."

You smiled at his honesty. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Murphy." You were satisfied to see him more relaxed and satisfied than he was when he arrived.

You exited the massage room, giving him privacy to get dressed. Your heartbeat was still racing as you replayed the events in your mind. It was an unusual occurrence, but something about Cillian Murphy drew you in, and you couldn't help but feel a connection with him.

At the reception desk, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

Your hands were still shaking from the adrenaline rush of what had just occurred. The thought of being so close to a famous actor, and satisfying him in this way, was a thrill unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You gathered your thoughts and prepared to greet Cillian as he walked out of the massage room, but the encounter was not what you expected.

As Cillian entered the reception area, his expression was unreadable. You greeted him with a small smile, but his gaze remained distant, as if he was replaying the events in his mind.

"Did you find the massage enjoyable, Mr. Murphy?" you asked, keeping your tone professional and even.

"It was...yes...it was quite unique," he finally said, meeting your gaze with a look that you couldn't quite decipher.

"I'm glad to have been of service, Mr. Murphy," you replied, aware that the tension between you was palpable.

Cillian remained silent for a moment, as if trying to gather his thoughts.

"I should pay for the massage now," he finally said, reaching for his wallet. "But I have to ask, what are the additional charges for the extra services you provided?" he inquired, his expression a mix of curiosity and uncertainty as he blushed heavily.

"No additional charges. Like I said, I do not usually provide this kind of service as this is a reputable business," you answered, with a carefully nonchalant smile, avoiding any appearance of awkwardness. "Your payment for the massage covers the entire session, regardless of how things progressed, although I was wondering whether I would see you again for another session," you added, measuring the mood, hopeful that there might be a possibility of future encounters.

Cillian looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a sign of genuine interest, before finally replying, "I, uhm, yeah. I guess I would like that."

"Great, because there is another type of massage that I would love to try on you. It will make you feel even more relaxed," you said, trying to gauge his interest.

"What kind of massage?" he asked with a curious expression.

The anticipation was playing its role, and you took a deep breath, "Well, it's called a prostate massage," you admitted softly, continuing to maintain eye contact as you gauged his reaction.

"Okay. That's new, but how about next week? Same time?" Cillian said, as he raised his eyebrows at your proposition. He had heard of this kind of massage before but had never tried it.

You completed his checkout and handed him his receipt. Your hands brushed as the paper was transferred and, suddenly, that bit of contact felt incredibly intimate and intense.

"Excellent, I'll see you next week," you said, the excitement clear in your voice.

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prettyarson · 10 months

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Therapy Session

Featuring: Therapist!Alhaitham x gn!patient!reader

cw/tw: nsfw, choking, kissing, unprofessional setting, massaging

Synopsis: your therapist suggests a new exercise

Notes: the way this man holds a choke hold on me 😩 requests are open

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You weren’t going to question your therapist when he said he had a new exercise to try out that could do wonders on your progress. You weren’t going to question your therapist as he set up this activity at his home, when he was sure his roommate would be out. And you weren’t going to question your therapist when he walked you through his home and the pressure of just the two of you weighed heavily on you.

Alhaitham was a cunning, intelligent man. He knew the inside and out of the human cognitive mind and was the perfect match for all of your unworked trauma. But there was something else that drew you to Alhaitham rather than other therapists, and you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. It could have been his button up shirt that was just slightly too tight at his chest and left little to the imagination. Or maybe it was the way he would man spread into his seat as his eyes seared right into you.

“I’ve been reading up on some new therapy exercises I wanted to try with you.” Alhaitham started, leading you into a spacious room. It looked recently tidy. “Have you seen anything for massage therapy?”

You could feel your heart beat start to quicken. Massage therapy? Sure, but for physical therapy, which you did not sign up for. Alhaitham must have read the thoughts all over your face as he was quick to explain.

“When one’s muscles are too tight and tense, it tends to lead to damage of the nerves.” Alhaitham was totally speaking out of his ass, but with his confidence and straight face, who were you to disbelieve him?

You let out a hum in agreement. After all, your therapist has been amazing to you so far, you didn’t see a problem with trying it out. Who knows, maybe this was just what you needed to help you work through some things.

Alhaitham had already cleared a spot for you to resign, but you definitely took notice that it was a bed big enough for the two of you. If you couldn’t hear your heart beat before, you definitely could now as it banged around your rib cage like an animal in captive.

You positioned your body as comfortably as you could, you were quite stiff and nervous after all. You had shrugged off your jacket and placed it to the side, leaving you in just a t shirt and your usual jeans.

“Just relax.” Alhaitham breathed out.

He had given you room to get comfortable on your own, and in your own time. For his plan to work, you also had to be willing to go along with his plan. He had been standing over at the light switch and when you were finally in place, he dimmed the lights.

You automatically took notice, but couldn’t deny the calming nature of the now soft light. Next you could notice a faint smell of vanilla, there had to be some kind of candle burning somewhere.

“The environment also affects this exercise.” Alhaitham spoke, finally making his way to where you were, “The dim lighting and pleasant aroma are both very important for setting a mood.”

He once again told you to relax and positioned himself beside you. Slowly, but steadily, he began pressing his fingers into your upper back. He did it in sessions, starting out softer to ease you into it before he added your pressure into your tight muscles. And did it do wonders.

Quiet moans slipped past your lips as the tension in your muscles started to cease. You had no clue Alhaitham was so good with his hands.

A faint smirk crossed Alhaitham features as he felt your body begin to relax. His plan was going so much smoother than he anticipated. Of course he anticipated every possibility that could occur during his operation, but he hadn’t planned on loving those soft moans so much. And he wanted more.

Slowly, as he massaged your muscles, his hands began a decent down your back. A few pops and cracks of your spine ensured as he kept his pressure. His eyes watched your features, searching for any notice of alarm. When there were none, he continued.

Leaving one hand on your back, his other travelled down to your ass. He just couldn’t help it. All these months of you being his patient, he built up so many pent up desires. At first, he thought he may have been sick, but as you continued to visit him, he knew what he was feeling for you was lust.

His large hand grabbed hold of one your cheeks, massaging it into his palm. He could feel himself getting hard and wished he had asked you to remove your clothing for skin to skin massage. He held off a groan as the hand on your back slipped under your shirt, finally touching your bare skin.

A soft gasp left your lips as his warm fingertips touched your now relaxed body. It just felt so nice to be touched by Alhaitham, no matter how unprofessional it was. You began to pant at the thought and your body began to heat up, wanting nothing more than for him to ravish you.

“Your skin feels warm.” He murmured, his hand at your ass moving to help his other hand lift your shirt more. Within a blink of an eye, it was gone.

Shuffling your body to look at your therapist, you body continued to heat up. You thought about stopping this, and just running out of there. But there was always something that drew you to Alhaitham and you were sure this was the way to find out what.

“Tell me to stop.” Alhaitham mumbled, dark eyes set on your figure. It was almost like he was begging, unsure of what he would actually do.

But you didn’t.

Instead you lifted shaky fingers and drug them to his belt. Burning cheeks and sparkling eyes, you watched Alhaitham’s expression as you slid his pants down. He was unwavering. You were worried you had read him wrong until his hand threw around your throat.

Shock filled your eyes but it didn’t last long before he smashed his lips onto yours, teeth crashing and tongues fighting. With each assault to your mouth, the hand around your throat squeezed and it sent sensations throughout your body.

“Please..” you barely gasped out as his lips pulled away.

The grip around your throat began to loosen, but kept a strong hold. You had never seen Alhaitham look so pretty, with swollen lips and that dark look in his eyes. It made you crazy.

“I didn’t quite get that.” He taunted, “I didn’t think you were in a position to ask me for things.”

His free hand trailed your shirtless body, memorizing every nook and cranny with his fingertips. Your skin just felt so soft and soothing against his callused hands.

He played with the hem of your waistband and your hips began to wiggle. You so desperately wanted for him to touch you. You never ached so much for a single touch. Whimpers of pleas left your pretty lips and who was Alhaitham to deny his patient. After all, you were here for him to cure you.

His long fingers slipped into the waistband, taunting the band of your undergarments. Whines left your lips as your hips continued to wiggle, hoping for some kind of friction from him.

Finally he began to rub you through your undies, applying just the right amount of pressure. Cries bubbled up in your throat as he took his time, giving you what you wanted while avoiding it completely.

You have never been so desperate. Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes and you were about to beg him once more when all movement stopped. His hands tore from you like you burned him and your eyes quickly flashed to him.

A shocked expression consumed your features as he pulled up his pants and fixed his buckle. He wounded you up just to let you down?

Alhaitham let out a dark chuckle at your broken expression and cupped one of your cheeks, wiping the stray tear.

“We accomplished a lot this session.” He smirked, “But it seems we’re all out of time for today, and I don’t work overtime. We’ll just have to start where we left off next time.”

You couldn’t wait for your next session.

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thefallennightmare · 4 months

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Headcanon Tuesdays let’s go!

I feel like Jolly has been a bit neglected 😅 so my request is for him. Giving Jolly a well earned back/body massage. I’m talking aroma therapy, massage oils, body butter etc the lot…and it turns a bit spicy but…still romantic, just showing him the love and appreciation he deserves😌

Thankyou sm for your writing!

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SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

"Fuck, karaste. That feels so good," Jolly moaned while leaning farther back into you.

You kissed his shoulder, loving the way your nickname sounded on his lips, and worked your hands deeper into the sore muscles of his shoulders.

Jolly had returned home earlier today from tour and as soon as he stepped through the door, you could see everything he'd been carrying on his shoulders.

Figuratively and literally.

So as he showered off weeks' worth of tour stress, you went about setting up your shared bedroom like a makeshift massage studio with all the fixings.

Oils, lotions, and body butter.

You even had a few scented candles lit to add to the mood.

You were sitting behind him on the bed but needed a better position to work out the kinks in his lower back so you gently had him lay flat on his stomach.

"I missed you," he breathed while resting his head to the side, gazing up at you.

You smiled. "I missed you too."

Now sitting on the back of his thighs, you spent the next long while working out the soreness in Jolly's lower back.

His moans of pleasure shoot straight down to your core.

You were so horny, so on edge, that you felt like you were about to combust.

But you knew Jolly needed this more than you needed an orgasm.

Somehow though, you found yourself hovering your core over his round ass, the one you love so much, and began rutting your aching heat over the back of his thighs then his ass.

He hummed low. "This is turning you on?"

You pressed a gentle kiss to the tattoo on his back, still humping him. "So fucking much."

You were so close, you could feel your spine tingling with the upcoming release. Your swollen clit almost massaging Jolly's ass.

"Don't let me stop you," he breathed, urging you on.

Silently, you let yourself come undone, grasping at Jolly's hips to keep you anchored in place while you rode out your orgasm against him.

"Fuck," you panted. "I didn't-."

Quickly, Jolly had turned you over so now you were on your back and he was leaning over you, long strands of his hair dancing in your face.

You could feel how hard his cock was in his briefs as it pressed against the inside of your thigh.

"Do you have another one for me, karaste?" He licked your bottom lip.

You nodded. "Always for you."

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keithsandwich · 7 months

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More Than That

Pairing: Keith/OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Rating: Mature

Tags: Modern AU, Pre-Relationship, Pining, Massage, Accidental Boner, Love Confessions, Nudity, Dorks in Love, Fluff, Kiss.

Summary: Keith finds himself ready to get a massage, but the massage therapist is the woman he has feelings about.

Notes: Based on this post. No beta, so please, be nice! If you see any errors, let me know!

He opened his eyes to see a white wooden ceiling with a basket pendant light. The light was off. There was no need for it when the sun shined brightly through the open window. Sunbeams hit the little prisms hanging next to the flowy curtains, casting little particles of rainbow around the room. And the room, as it slowly unfolded to his perception, was a very simple and small one, with a light-colored tapestry hanging from the wall across the window. There was a vintage counter with many drawers. Above it were some little amber glass bottles, plants, candles, and sticks of incense burning — their smoke spiraling beautifully in the air and spreading a sandalwood and jasmine scent. The sound of a gentle running water complemented the scenery nicely.

Keith was so relaxed laying down in the middle of the room that he felt like he had woken up to a dream.

A door opened and closed behind his head, and another mix of aromas joined the already delicious scent symphony. Bergamot, rosemary and basil in a coconut base. It was cozy. Before Keith could close his eyes and let himself sink in that comfort, a soft, hushed voice made his eyes snap open and his heart race inside his chest.

“Told you I wouldn't take long.”

Maeve appeared in his field of vision, beaming brighter than the sun and holding a small pottery bowl. She walked across the room, and as Keith followed her with his gaze, a sudden realization made his breathing falter and the palms of his hands sweat coldly.

He was naked.

Well, almost. There was a towel wrapped around his hips, and he prayed he was wearing his boxers underneath it. He wished he could check, but that would be too weird. Now that his other self had got him into that situation, Keith had to go along with it somehow.

He tried to rationalize it. Maeve offered massage therapy along with other forms of natural healing in her studio. He was most likely in a room at the back, ready to receive one after he scheduled it behind his back. He probably knew Keith would have a panic attack about it, and was enjoying watching the whole situation.

His chest was moving erratically and tensely as he struggled to breathe, knowing that the woman he had been daydreaming about was getting ready to touch his body with her bare hands.

“You know, being so tense is a little counterproductive here,” Maeve said with a soft laugh while tying her hair up in a messy bun. “Relax. I promise I won't hurt you.”

“I-I’m so sorry, I… I've never had a massage before…” he lied. Keith had had massages before when he suffered a muscle strain. It was very different then, however. Not being in love with the massage therapist made the whole experience much easier.

“First of all, you have to breathe.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath herself, moving her hands up and down in front of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled. Maeve looked so cute he simply couldn't close his eyes and mimic her. Keith had to watch her soft movements, her pursed lips, her kindness overflowing in every gesture.

It was almost unbearable. He wished he could run away so he didn't have to hide how much he wanted to kiss her.

“Are you feeling better now? Or do you need a few more minutes?”

Maeve had grinned beautifully when she opened her eyes. There was no way Keith would ever be ready for this, but he knew he would be wasting her time if he kept stalling her. Maybe closing his eyes and breathing could indeed be helpful.

“I'm sorry I'm taking so much of your time. Go ahead, I… I think I can relax more during the massage, I mean… that's part of the benefits, right?”

Keith laid his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. He could still feel the warmth of her smile in her voice.

“You'll see there's nothing to be scared of. Soon you're gonna get all comfy, I'm sure of it,” Maeve sounded quieter and quieter as she spoke, until her voice vanished and only the running water remained.

She touched his right foot first, delicately, but not so light it would tickle him. Still, he shivered. It was her touch, after all, spreading that fragrant oil on his skin and working on it with undivided attention. Maeve applied the right amount of pressure on the sole and made circular motions on each toe. Keith bit the inside of his cheek to try to prevent any weird sound from coming out.

There should be a way to go through it without doing anything inappropriate. Maeve was a professional massage therapist, touching him professionally. No matter how he felt about her, his first priority was to respect her.

Maeve… a profissional.

Maybe he should focus only on the later part. With closed eyes, Keith could pretend it was someone else giving him a massage, anyone else. Just a… random therapist.

A therapist that didn't have the best smile, one that highlighted the cute little freckles spreaded all over their cheeks and their nose. A smile that reached gorgeous green eyes; eyes that mesmerized him. Eyes that made him captive, and Keith had to watch himself not to stare at them for too long.

But when he did, Maeve would giggle, blush, tug her hair behind her ear and look away with that smile on her face.

No, she wasn't the person who was now massaging his calves with firm, yet delicate hands, no. He tried to visualize again that faceless therapist. A person without a name that tasted so sweet on his tongue whenever he said it out loud. Maeve, Mae, may I make you mine? Mine, mine, my, Maeve.

His cheeks tingled and burned. He felt so pathetic.

Keith took a deep breath and tried to concentrate again.

Those hands sliding up to his thighs belonged to someone else. Someone whose hair didn't smell like a mix of tropical, aphrodisiac flowers. That scent that whenever blew his way aroused instincts Keith wasn't even aware he had within himself. His body would tremble as he struggled to control the need to take each lock of Maeve's hair, each braid, and devotedly kiss it. He would press his lips together while resisting the urge to pull her silky strands aside and nuzzle against the back of her neck, where that scent was probably stronger.

And he would almost cry when thinking of it alone, yearning to discover what other aromas were hidden in Maeve’s body.

Keith felt the touch going up towards his covered hips, fingers that would slip underneath the towel, but graciously turn around his hip bones and make their way down without the slightest of the brushes against his… pelvis. He clenched his fists; wishes too dirty to admit filling his mind.

Once, when they were working together in his lab after hours, they accidentally bumped into each other. Maeve had been washing some beakers when Keith tried to reach for a flask on the shelf above the sink, being careful not to touch her. “Excuse me,” he had murmured softly, keeping a safe distance while stretching his arms out over her. She was so small next to him, it shouldn't be a problem. Still, he had to stand on his tiptoes to get the flask he wanted while maintaining the space between them. That's when Maeve turned around unexpectedly, as if she hadn't heard or felt his presence behind her, causing him to lose his balance. Keith was able to hold the edge of the sink in time to prevent a fall, but in this, he ended up pressing her body against his for a brief, shocked moment, when they looked at each other's eyes awkwardly before he moved away, apologizing like never before.

Those few seconds were enough to etch the memory of her frame on his flesh. Her heat, her breath, all the curves and soft parts. The way her lips parted only slightly, as if she was about to say something. Keith could have so easily slid his tongue between them, claimed her taste, and made Maeve his. But it only happened in his fantasies later while remembering this moment, again and again. Each time making him feel dirtier, more perverted, more unworthy of her trust.

And it was very, very inconvenient remembering all of this now, as her hands were on his body. Except… they weren't.

Keith almost froze in fear, but he had to open his eyes to see what happened. And when he did, he found Maeve staring at the towel on his hips. And the towel on his hips had that shameful, disgusting, completely inappropriate volume he tried so hard to avoid, but his mind tricked him. She suddenly moved her startled gaze from that part to his eyes, her cheeks bright red.

“I'm sorry!” they said in unison.

Keith sat straight so quickly he felt dizzy, and Maeve shook her head and touched his shoulders, intending to make him lay back down again on the massage table.

“Maeve, I'm so sorry, this is so disrespectful of me to… to… you know, ah,” he babbled. His mind was so hazy he had to rub his temples to try to think straight. His stomach was churning. “You must think I'm a creep, but I didn't mean… it… I don't want anything weird, I just…”

“Keith…” Maeve said his name patiently a few times until he finally let her talk. And she did, still holding his shoulders and looking into his eyes so sweetly it only made everything worse. “Relax, this is normal. This is absolutely normal, you don't have to feel so bad about it. It's just a physiological reaction, you know that, don't you?” She smiled reassuringly and slowly moved towards the door, making soothing hand gestures. “Try to breathe, I'm gonna bring you a glass of water. Hold on. Don't go anywhere.”

Maeve left the room gesturing the whole time. Keith could tell she was worried about him. She was way too good to him, much more than he deserved. His chest was hurting with guilt. He knew the right thing to do was to get away from her, don't contact her again until those feelings vanished and he was able to behave appropriately with her — like a friend. Just a friend.

Or not. Maybe never seeing her again was the only option. Keith would never be able to be just friends with her, and Maeve deserved so much more than a failure like him in her life.

He sighed heavily and lifted up the towel to check the situation down there. Boxers on, excitement down. Feeling gloomy like that was useful for at least one thing.

“Here we go!” Maeve got back with a glass of water and her typical warm smile gracing her face. Keith accepted the glass without thinking while she leaned against the counter in front of him. “Are you feeling better now? Just say the word and we'll continue.”

“Maeve… Sorry, I don't think I can,” he said, looking down at the water. “I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I did something unforgivable. You shouldn't be so nice to me, that… That wasn't just a physiological reaction,” Keith admitted. He had to. He should do at least one right thing to her.

“What do you mean?” Her smile was fading, but it was still there, weak and confused. “You didn't do anything wrong, it was just your body, that's okay…”

“It's not just my body.” Keith felt his throat getting dry, so he took a sip of water. He could feel her puzzled stare on him, but needed that moment before continuing. “Mae… sorry, Maeve. I can't get a massage from you because I want you. I have feelings… For you.”

“Keith…” She placed her hands over his that were still around the glass. He looked at the delicate fingers she must've washed to take out the excess of oil before pouring him water, but they were still soft and fragrant, and they enveloped him in warmth. He didn't know why she was touching him like this, not after his confession. “Do you know why I've apologized to you too?” Keith couldn't remember her apologizing, all he thought about was his own shame. Her face flushed and she continued before he could express his confusion. “Because I was staring at you inappropriately. I… I have been interested in you for a long time now, but I thought…”

“Interested in me?” he interrupted her, making Maeve look at him with eyes that begged him not to make her explain any further. “It’s just… You know that I'm a loser…”

It was her time to interrupt him, but not with words. Maeve leaned forward and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips. Keith could feel the softness of her mouth, the closeness of her gesture as she pressed her nose against his cheek, and her eyelashes fluttering ever-so-slightly as she closed her eyes. The air coming out of her lungs gently filled his own. It made his heart race madly, coursing so much life through his veins he could just burst in joy. He smiled. The tension left his body and he tilted his head towards her kiss with a need that was much sweeter than the ravenous desires he had for her.

For Maeve deserved nothing but sweetness. Even if she wanted him too, he would do it the right way, accepting the love she was giving without being greedy. Keith could only be grateful. The most beautiful woman in the world had just kissed him.

It felt like paradise.

Maeve looked into his eyes after pulling back from the kiss and then lowered her stare sheepishly. She took the cup of glass from his hands and put it on the counter slowly, as if she was still in a daze herself.

“I think you're right, I can't give you a massage right now, it wouldn't be profissional of me,” Maeve said with a small laugh. Keith couldn't stop smiling, even if he tried. Taking all the steps that would hopefully lead them to share a real intimacy would be better than pretending he was just a patient, and she was just a massage therapist. They were more than that. She had just confirmed it, and he hadn't felt that happy in a long, long time. “I'm gonna brew us some tea while you dress. We can… Just sit down and have some tea together.”

“We can…” he echoed her words, too enthralled with what just happened that he couldn't say anything else. Keith couldn't even move for a moment after she left the room to give him privacy to dress. The scent of the oil they shared, the touch of her hands and lips, her breath, her care — it all lingered and embraced him in a way that left him full of love and frightened at the same time. What if it all went away the moment he left the room?

What if Maeve changed her mind?

Maybe being in love was a pleasure and an agony, but this is where he was right now. And Keith would not run away.

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spamassages · 6 months

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#spa massage #body massage #massage therapy #aroma oil massage

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azurrospa · 1 year

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Could you do a male reader with the batch. or the batch trying to figure out what to buy for their boyfriend? This is if you want to. Please don’t feel pressured to do so!

I never feel pressured to do anything! Okay that's a lie, I always feel pressured- BUT, that's no one's fault but mine :)) This idea sounds pretty sweet, let me look into it :))

The Bad Batch x Male!Reader - The Gift Dilemma

Mostly Fluffy/ Slightly Suggestive

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Soon your birthday is coming and of course your batcher wants to give you something special to show you that you mean a lot to him. But that is not at all easy.

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Hunter

It took him a long time to find the right thing. Somehow it's harder to give a gift to a man, at least Hunter thinks so. Especially to someone, you want to show your commitment and affection with this gift.

But finally he has decided. Your eyes are blindfolded, and you are traveling in a shuttle, a rented one, not the Marauders.

"Hunter what the hell are you going to do to me," you ask laughing, "You know I like these blindfold games, but usually we do it in my bedroom or yours."

Hunter chuckles, "Had a clown for breakfast, huh? You know very well that I have a surprise for your birthday".

As you are about to answer, you can feel the shuttle landing.

"But it's not until tomorrow"

Hunter assures you, "I know, honey, I didn't forget."

Hunter puts an arm around your waist and holds your hand as he leads you out of the shuttle. You immediately smell that you are no longer in the city. Fresh forest air hits your nose.

As he lets go of you, you try to blindly reach for him a little nervously, but he calmly says, "Relax, I'm still around, just a moment."

He always knows when your heart is racing, sometimes it's a curse, and sometimes it's a blessing.

"Hunter?"

"Still here," he chuckles softly, "You can take the blindfold off."

You do as you're told.

With a "TADA!", Hunter, who is standing a few feet away from you, spreads his arms.

Behind him is a pretty, little hut, with a porch. All around is wonderful nature and nearby, a river.

"I don't quite understand," you say with a cautious smile.

Hunter grins at you, "You complained that I didn't have enough time for you, so I got us this cabin for a long weekend. There's an open fireplace, a grill, and all sorts of snacks and drinks are already refrigerated in the house. It's all clean, there's electricity and running water, and we can do whatever we want. We can snuggle in front of the fireplace, cook together, fish at the river, watch holomovies or even spend a whole day in bed."

You stare at him in disbelief. The idea is incredibly sweet.

"A whole weekend?" you ask as if you're not sure if you might be dreaming.

"A long weekend, my love, four days".

You fall around his neck and press yourself against him.

"That's a wonderful gift, Hunter."

He smiles contentedly, "Don't worry, we'll catch up with my brothers for a little celebration when we get back"

Hunter leans towards your ear and puts his arm around you. Close to your ear, he says suggestively, "Come with me, I'll show you the bedroom first."

Echo

Did you know that Echo is a damn good cook? He will prepare for you your favorite meal plus dessert, all homemade, of course. Echo likes to give personal things, which are sometimes services and special favors. But of course that's not all, you are the man in his life, of course he came up with more.

A day at the wellness center, just the two of you. Massages, saunas, scented baths, aroma therapies, everything that relaxes mind and body. Echo is incredibly happy to see you relaxed and in a good mood.

"This is a wonderful gift, all this, the wonderful food, the wellness day," you say enthusiastically as you leave the center and Echo gently grabs your hand.

"That's not quite all"

Surprised, you look at him.

"It's not? Echo, you're not supposed to overdo it, I told you" you laugh and kiss his blushing cheek.

"It's not an exaggeration, a special person, celebrates his special day today. Nothing is exaggerated," he insists with a gentle smile.

"All right," you say amused, "Fill me in. What else is coming?"

Echo's cheeks have taken on a slightly rosy tone as he says, "I've rented us a hotel room for the night. For we have so little time to ourselves, and I thought…. well, some time just for us would be the perfect ending to this day."

You chuckle, "Oh, Echo, are you planning to seduce me?"

With a smirk he says, "Of course, were you expecting anything else?"

His arm wraps around your middle, and he pulls you close, leaning his forehead against yours.

Somewhat breathlessly, you say, "I can't wait to get there."

Wrecker

Our lively, fun guy has planned a day at the amusement park with you. Ferris wheel, cotton candy and love tunnel. He is so carefree and loving. He twirls you around, beams at you, you are his whole world and not just today. It is never boring with Wrecker, and he is always full of affection for you.

Maybe it took some getting used to at first that he is so open and affectionate with you, ignoring all the looks around him and devoting himself entirely to you, but you very quickly take a liking to it. He adores you and that is always clearly noticeable.

At the shooting range, he shoots you the biggest teddy bear, ridiculously large and strikingly colorful. And somehow it is one of the best gifts you ever received, because it is given to you with true affection.

When you come back everything is ready for a barbecue, Wrecker has involved the boys in the planning, and you all sit together in the evening, eat well and copiously, especially Wrecker, and have a lot of fun together.

Finally, Wrecker clinks his fork against his glass, stands up and says, "I want to make a toast."

The round becomes silent and looks at him. His loving gaze moves to you.

"To the man by my side I never want to miss, a reliable friend, an amusing companion and loving partner. Today is your day, we celebrate another year with a man we all cherish and I, for one, love. Happy Birthday, Cyare"

You could melt under his gentle gaze as he looks at you like you are the center of his universe.

"Thanks, Wrecker, that was incredibly sweet," you say dreamily as he sits back down with you.

He puts a strong arm around your shoulders and says, "I hope I get to celebrate many more birthdays with you, my love."

Tech

He started working on your gift almost a full year before your birthday, every spare minute sneaking away. In this project, started out of love, is a lot of work, credits and above all, affection. What he has undertaken is quite elaborate and time-consuming, which is why he has been working on it for so long.

In fact, he will finish with the finishing touches on the eve of your birthday just in time. Coming up with a gift is actually not a problem, in fact Tech has 101 ideas every few minutes, settling on one is much more of a challenge.

The next day, when he brings you to his little workshop he's rented in Cid's building, you're shocked at first, though, when he unveils your gift. You find yourself face to face with a droid, one that is eerily familiar to you.

It's an assassin droid from the IG series.

"Tech!" you exclaim, startled, "It's an assassin droid."

Tech smiles unperturbed and says, "Don't worry, I worked on him and reprogrammed him. Especially for you. He will be your bodyguard, protocol droid, and a housekeeper when needed."

You allow yourself to take a breath and carefully circle the droid.

With a small laugh, you say, "Tech, you really are amazing."

"I know," he says with a smirk, "That way I know you're protected when I'm not around and you have a helping hand when you need it, anytime"

"A well thought out gift"

"Do you like it?"

Smiling you put your arms around him and give him a gentle kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes" Tech says with a grin.

Crosshair

He is eerily quiet today, has been all day. Since he congratulated you in the morning, he has hardly said a word. Crosshair doesn't talk much in general, but today he talks even less than usual. You don't know that he's worried about having the right gift for you. The thought drives him crazy.

Crosshair watches you unwrap the other gifts and sits next to you, all tense. When you finally start to open his gift, he looks at your hands. He doesn't say a word, doesn't move. But you know him, you can tell he's nervous.

"Do you want us to open the gift when we're both alone?" you ask him, wanting to take away some of his nervousness.

He shrugs, "Doesn't matter, have it your way".

You put the gift aside with a soft sigh and kiss his cheek. He barely responds, but he rarely does anyway when you''re not alone. Crosshair has a problem showing affection, especially in front of others. Of course you know that, and you don't blame him.

Later that night, you finally sit in your bedroom and he presses the gift back into your hand.

"Open it."

You rip open the paper to reveal bedsheets.

"You remembered my favorite color" you say smiling "Feels fantastic. Is that Nabooian silk?"

Crosshair nods, "It is. But that's not all. Unfold it"

You hold your breath for a moment as you discover his name and yours in the finest hand embroidery, stitched on the sheet.

"This is wonderful! Thank you Crosshair"

He shrugs and says, "I wanted to give you something that you could use, that looks nice and at the same time shows that I take this relationship between us seriously, that I'm ready for real commitment."

Your heart beats incredibly fast, what he just said is the best gift he could have ever given you.

Crosshair grabs your chin and says, "Happy Birthday" before kissing you deeply.

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