#massage with happy ending

[warandpeas]

Happy End

[pocket-watcher]

“Ugh my back is killing me.” You contorted your arm to try and get some pressure on the ache in your upper back, but you couldn’t quite reach it.

It had been about two weeks of this ever-growing pain. You’d tried stretching, ice, heat, and nothing had worked!

“Why don’t you get a massage?” Your friend suggested, and that was how you found yourself ducking into a massage parlour later that day.

The receptionist had a blank smile on his face, gaze unfocused. You rang the bell. No response. You rang it again.

On the third bell he sleepily looked up at you, smiling still.

“Down the hall… and… down the hall… right? Yeah. To the right.”

You wondered how he even got this job.

Heading down the hall, and down the hall, and to the right, you came to a room dimly lit with candles. A woman stood behind a massage table.

“Ah, you must be my 6 o’clock.” The masseuse smiled at you.

You smiled awkwardly, and she gestured for you to sit.

“What seems to be the issue?” She asked, eyeing you up. You instinctively fixed your posture.

“It’s my back. Do you think you could take a look at it for me?” You explain.

She approaches you and pauses, and you realise why - you gingerly remove your shirt.

Her hands move slowly up your back. She pushes down and you feel your eyes roll back into your head as she rubs it. Relief.

“Yes. I can feel the tension. Lie down for me.”

You do as she says, lying face down, eager for more relief.

“Good.” She praises, and you feel your face flush involuntarily.

Her hands begin to knead your back rhythmically up and down, back and forth, occasionally hitting that sweet spot. You hold back a whine as she moves away from it.

Your eyes get heavy from the release of tension. It’s been an exhausting time having to carry it all with you. You let yourself begin to sink into the table, eyes fluttering close.

“This problem stems from poor posture. You really do need to take care of yourself more.” You hear her say as she works away, pushing deep circles around and around into your back, your shoulders.

“Mhmm…” is all you manage to reply.

“I know it’s difficult. Everyday life is so busy and stressful… Maybe you just need someone else to take care of you.”

“Mhmm…” you moan in agreement, your brain not fully processing what she’s saying until a moment or two later.

You think, as much as you can as she massages you into a state of bliss, that having someone to take care of you would be really nice. You think this is really nice. Her fingers moulding your back. You shiver as she lightly brushes your bare skin as she moves lower.

“Someone to tell you what to do, what to wear, you wouldn’t have so much tension then. You wouldn’t need to worry about anything.” She continues.

You sigh wistfully, imagining that. No worries, no thinking, just staying like this. Relaxed. Stress melting away. The pain from earlier is a distant memory compared to the contentment you feel down.

You feel your body get hot as she moves away from your back and down towards your legs.

But any embarrassment you may have felt simply dissipates with her soothing touch.

“You need to let me in. Let my words squeeze and stretch that brain. Let me massage every last bit of free will out of you.”

Alarm bells sounded at that last sentence, but your muscles were too relaxed for you to move.

“Shh…. Relax. Let me take care of you. It would feel so good to give in, wouldn’t it?”

It was less of a question and more of an order. You felt your body betray you. A moan slipped out as you slipped deeper. Her hands move between your legs.

“That’s it…” her hands worked you, body and mind, into submission.

“Now let’s make sure you release all of that building tension inside of you too…”

You couldn’t quite remember what had happened next. But you found yourself back at reception with a smile on your face, booking another appointment.

“Same time next week?” The receptionist asked in a daze.

“…yes… yes please.” You replied, breathless.

[usmccigardad]

Now this is how you get a fuckin' massage!

[susantanty25]

[rotteneldritchhorror]

No one can ever tell me Barry didn't at least do a small stint in sex work

[source]

[thetypingpup]

pleek perv/masseuse!haechan massaging oblivious y/n's tits or ass, saying it will relieve any tension or pressure and this is the treatment that all of his clients get,,,,, i cant stop thinking 💭💭💭

And then he tells you that you are truly one of his special clients, so only you get the real special treatment. And that's when his hands trail down even lower, dipping between your legs. That's when his lips trail down your neck, his kisses becoming heated. That's when you hear his voice dip down lower, rumbling in his throat ever so seductively, the customer service voice from before long gone. You spread your legs just a bit wider and he starts fingering you, one hand grabbing your ass to pry you open, the other dipping into your slick, wet centre. And he's already moaning at how you feel around his fingers, and you let out a sigh of pleasure as his fingers slide deeper and deeper inside you. He crooks his fingers and hits a spot that has your body jolting and a gasp escaping your lips, and he chuckles and keeps gently massaging the spot while you whine for him.

[sirsmassage]

Meet Jolie, she is our beautiful Thai girl, with an angelic face, almond shaped eyes, long legs on a slim figure 💕

Sirs - The Corporate Touch

70 Erskine St, Wynyard, Sydney, Australia

[not-poignant]

93/? - Underline the Black (omegaverse) - Efnisien/Gary

Title: Underline the Black Rating: Explicit Pairing: Efnisien ap Wledig/Dr Gary Konowalous Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Darkfic, Disturbing themes, Age Gap, Omegaverse, Alpha/Alpha, no Mpreg, Medical experimentation, Medical trauma, Dominance/Submission, Dystopian universe, Forced bonding, Forced relationship, Imprisonment, Nonconsensual medical procedures, PTSD, Flashbacks, Nightmares, Chronic illness, Mating cycles/Heats, Knotting, Miscommunication, Trauma recovery, Mind control, Child Abuse, Hope, Hopeful ending.

Summary: Efnisien ap Wledig is an omega born into an all-alpha family. Abandoned by his birth mother and raised by his aunt, he is subjected to a lifetime of medical experimentation and brainwashing and believes himself to be an alpha. But the experiments begin to fail, and he is abandoned yet again to an Omega Rehabilitation Facility, where the family expects he will be retrained into the ‘perfect omega’ and placed in an arranged marriage, or be eliminated if this is no longer possible.

The Facility don’t know about the experiments, and Efnisien doesn’t even know why he’s in there in the first place, since he’s an alpha…isn’t he? One thing’s for certain, he definitely doesn’t need an alpha companion, no matter what the staff at the facility seem to think.

Underline the Black - Chapter 93 - Getting to Know You @ AO3

In which Gary gives Efnisien a back massage, and fascinated by the experience, Efnisien asks to return the favour. Gary accepts.

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[vera-king-hrfl]

So I guess it's technically next week, so I owe you guys the next chapter of Fire, Ice, and Darkness. I know @cinnasalmon seemed excited, so I'm posting a little happy ending for them right here, but there's a link to the full chapter as well. C.W: Here there be smut. Read at your own risk.

You lean forward to kiss him, his breathy pleas making your stomach flutter and your calves cramp, and he releases your wrists to wrap his arms around you and pull you against him, tilting his head to kiss you deeply. You run your hands down his body, loving the feel of the smooth skin between raised lines beneath your fingers, now slick and gleaming with oil. He is so hot, so hard and strong. You almost tell him no, desperate to feel all of him again, uncaring about your lack of preparation, the feel of his hardness against you setting your nerves on fire. But you want this too. You want to watch him as he comes apart in your hands. So after a too short time, you pull back and nod, biting your lip. “I would love that. Would you direct me, so I know exactly what you want? Will you talk to me while I do it? Do not regulate your language, please. I love your voice. I want to hear how I make you feel. Tell me what to do, Zevlor.”

He groans, closing his eyes for a second, then opens them and nods, “you need no assistance to destroy me, but if that is what you desire… my words may become less… refined.” His expression is suddenly darker and more fierce. “Move your hands down, down my stomach. Yes, like that.” He slides his hips forward, leaning back a bit and bracing himself with his hands on the back of the footstool, watching your face. “Kiss me there, just a little. Unnnhhh yesss…” You kiss his rippling muscles briefly, drawing your tongue up the lovely cross bisecting his navel. “Now… reach down… pull my… loosen my pants and… pull out my cock.” You do so, amazed once again at the thick, hard ridged length in your hand. He raises his hips so you can slide the trousers down a little further, easing your access. You love the sound of his moan as you squeeze lightly, catching your tongue between your teeth.

“Uhhhhmmmm… yes, yes… please… oil me with the salve, use both hands, all the way down… gods your hands.” He groans roughly as you spread the oil along his length, moving from the tip of him to the base, your fingers barely able to fit all the way round him. “I can’t, I need… take my pants off, all the way. Let me spread my legs more.” You pull the fabric down his heavy thighs, over his hard calves, and away, tossing it aside as he lets his knees fall apart, panting, his hips flexing as you return your grip to his shaft. “Slowly. Start slowly. Stroke my cock. Yes gods yes like that. Slow. Careful. I can barely hold it… fuck… yesssss… Kiss my inner thigh. Gentle. Soft. Lick me there… I’ve dreamed of this… gods yes I love it.” You kiss his steaming thigh, giving a little kitten lick, pumping him slowly, starting at the base and sliding up to the crown, giving a slightly firmer squeeze around his swollen head, repeating the gesture downward, fascinated by his expression, deeply aroused by the words tumbling from his lips. He drops his head back whines, but then clears his throat and returns his gaze to you.

He is breathy now, panting a bit, sweat beading on his brow, holding your eyes. “Feels so good you’re making me feel so… a little faster. Grip my cock tighter yes gods if you keep doing that… fuck… going to come in your hands… soon, soon… darling yes…” You stroke faster, harder, milking him, tightening each scalding slide toward the end, his shaft throbbing in your hands. “My thigh… bite me. Hard. But get ready… So close. Want your tongue in my mouth when I come.” He shifts, holding himself on one hand as his body shakes, and tangles his fingers in your hair as you lower your head again and sink your teeth into the meat of his sensitive inner thigh. He yelps, his hips jerking, and drags you up by the hair to shove his tongue into your mouth, rutting into your hand, deep groans swiftly turning into desperate whimpering against your lips. A loud, cracked moan into your mouth, hand fisting in your hair, and then a sharp cry that you smother with a savage kiss and his shaft swells and spills a burning load into your hands. You don’t stop, dragging him through it, showing no mercy, releasing your grip with one hand to yank his head back by one horn and bite down on the soft exposed skin of his throat. He snarls into the air as you squeeze the last drops from him, feeling his whole body lurch and shake, his powerful thighs clenching around you, holding tight as he bucks his hips until his growls become whimpers again, finally ending in a tortured squeal. “Enough!” He snarls as he leans forward, releasing your hair and shoving you away from him, gasping and trembling. He slides down onto the floor, unable to support himself on the stool, and reaches for you, dragging you into his arms and crushing you to the blazing inferno of him, panting.

[jenniferlyn604]

[blackbackedjackal]

I love how there was 0 reading comprehension with that ask.

I spent nearly $7000 ($6300 for the ER and $500 for his GP) for a /diagnosis/ only to find out Lobo has cancer that can't be treated without putting him through uneciassiary stress. I won't be pursuing any further treatments other than things to make him more comfortable while he's going through this (fluid removal, special diet, and medication).

I had saved up around 5k in our collective emergency medical fund for me AND him. That's what that money was saved for (over the course of like 12-18 months working my irl job). I still have to pay the remaining balance.

I know a lot of people have grown attached to him through seeing him on my blog, and I wanted to provide an option in case anyone wanted to donate to him. All the money that has been sent has gone directly into the fund to pay off the rest of his bills or buying him some food and treats that he likes. It's helped so much and I really don't even know how to express how grateful I am, not only for the donations, but any advice to help with his care and the time and space some of you all have provided to allow me to vent and make sense of everything. Not to mention all the kind and compassionate messages. Nothing has gone unnoticed on my end, I'm just so overwhelmed that I haven't had the energy to respond to everyone. However I will absolutely remember your kindness in turn if any of you all end up in a similar situation (which I hope no one ever does cause this hurts so much).

Anyway, again, messages like that don't bother me as it comes with such a lack of empathy and perspective that I can't relate. I easily brush off things like that as "wow someone's gonna have a bad wakeup call in the future and regret being an ass about this". But still it's like, the brazenness of it all is what gets me. Like "why didn't you use your personal medical funds to help other people in need?" Like why don't you be a more productive person and donate to those causes your damn self than sending stupid shit on tumblr?

Because I DO donate my time, resources, and finances to others in need. I don't make a huge ass deal about it, especially online, because it's something I've always done out of habit. If you wanna do good, just fucking do it. Because I truly believe the more good you put out in the world the more good comes back your way, and this whole situation is very much proving that theory.

[sarah-297]

[asgardian--angels]

anyway seeing people on iwtvtwt being legitimately upset/put off by the previews for ep 7 baffle me, im looking around the room like i thought we were all here to revel in this fucked up vampire love story which is, and I cannot stress enough, fucked up

I mean I'm obviously not seeing this from book fans but, it just is wild to me that show-only fans are somehow having a moment of 'whoa this is so messed up are they really going to xyz? I don't know if I can handle this' or even that they aren't going to watch it

did you miss the part where lestat literally dragged louis by the jaw in a trail of blood down the alleyway, or when lestat stone cold threatened to grind claudia's bones into dust if she didn't get back in her cage for louis's so-called happiness, or any number of the other pretty fucked up stuff in s1? let alone the very bonkers messed up stuff in the books? I just. We literally already had a scene in s2 where Louis hallucinates Lestat telling Louis to kill him because that's the only way Louis knows how to love, followed by Louis actually smashing his skull over and over against a stone wall only to realize he killed a random innocent person instead. That kind of fucked up is the expectation for this season.

Look, eps 7-8 are going to be intense, but still well within the realm of what's established in the show and certainly within the wide wide realm of the anne rice books. The show goes some very dark places emotionally and physically, and that's critical to the point of the show itself. Will it be tragic, and unfair, and brutal? Absolutely, as it was in the book. We cannot stop that Titanic from hitting the iceberg - Claudia will die and we cannot prevent it, but Armand could have and did not. There will be senseless cruelty, and mind games, and dark acts of rage and revenge. This is gothic horror and gothic romance, and I just don't think anyone should be genuinely surprised by what that entails.

Most of all, I just absolutely do not want to see any negativity towards the show after this episode, any 'how could you's or 'this was sick and disgusting' or animosity towards writers, cast, crew, etc. Do Not. This is not the show to be asking for, or expecting, violence or tragedy to be toned down, or major plot points like Claudia's death to be somehow changed. You do not need to have read the books to love this show, but it is imperative to acknowledge the show echoes the books in both content and tone, and that it does not shy away from those dark venturings is a hallmark of an excellent adaptation of an iconic series.

Anyways I am kind of apprehensive of going on Twitter after this episode, because I just want to revel in my feelings and not have to deal with or even think about other people's myopic grievances. This episode is going to make me lose my mind in the best of ways, and the more fucked up it is, the better. I want to see everything unravel, I want to see things in the present day come to a head, I want to see Lestat being made to condemn his sister-daughter to death, I want to feel Louis's sorrow and helplessness and rage when he cannot save her. Let's just have a good time, alright? We're not here because we want a happy show where everyone turns out alright in the end, we want a story that is compelling and complex and tragic and reflective.

basically everytime i see these twitter opinions i just remember jacob anderson in full burnt prosthetics singing jones barbecue and foot massage

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

C'mon. Who wouldn't want to be massaged by Vincent Price?

Vincent Price - While The City Sleeps

[romantically-yours]

I just wanna go on dates with her

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from chapter 93 of Underline the Black:

His hands moved up to the scar on the back of Efnisien’s neck, and his thumbs brushed over it. Efnisien hissed in discomfort, even though it didn’t actually hurt. ‘My neck’s fine.’ ‘I want to touch the scar,’ Gary said. ‘Let me.’ ‘You know-’ ‘I do,’ Gary said. ‘I do know. I understand how much you hate this, and I’m being very mean, aren’t I? You can keep insulting me if you like.’ Fingers pressing carefully into the muscles around the scarring, and Efnisien couldn’t help the plaintive sound he made, because it felt good and over-sensitive at the same time. ‘I used to think it was a knot of scar tissue,’ Gary said, brushing the place where the biometric chip had been. ‘A hard little knot that turned out to be surveillance. Now that it’s gone, it all feels so different inside. Does it hurt as much as it did in the beginning?’ Efnisien shook his head. It made his skin crawl to have it touched, but it turned out the sensation could become tingling when Gary scratched lightly at Efnisien’s hairline. It felt like deep-seated discomfort, which turned into a soft moan when thumbs pressed soft little circles behind his ears. ‘I apologise for all the times I used your scar against you,’ Gary said quietly. ‘You never deserved that. Is the discomfort getting worse?’