there's nothing like a good massage ♥

[sweetreligion]

Massage Meme

Everyone could use a good massage now and again right? Well it's time to let you characters lay back and relax-- or maybe treat someone else to a little skin therapy. ;) Break out the oils and scented candles, it's time for a good rub down.

How to play:
♣ POST with your character (list their name & canon in the subject if you please and any preferences you might have)
♣ Others can reply giving the massage or recieving it.
♣ Use RNG to pick from the numbers below, or pick your numbers, or make something up!
♣ Have fun!


Type

001. Shoulder and Neck - the basic of the basic. Perhaps a strained shoulder, been sitting too long at their desk. Or maybe something even more strenuous. However, it's time to work out all those accumulated kinks.

002. Foot - It's time to give those yapping dogs a rest and treat them to a little TLC.

003. Hand - Hey don't forget about the hands, overworked constantly they could use a bit of a break.

004. Arm - Time to loosen up a bit and rub out those arm muscles.

005. Leg - Perhaps you're looking for something a bit more specific and intimate. Calve massage? Thigh? It's your choice.

006. Back - Considered a coup de grace of massage, the back massage, when done right, can bring extreme relief to those who receive it.

007. Scalp - Wanna feel those tingles down your spine? Maybe a little oil to help add health to the hair?

008. Full Body - Maybe it’s not just a specific area you want treated, but your entire body.

009. Wild Card - Anyway you want it. Mix and match, maybe I forgot something you want.


Relationship

001. Friend - getting a massage from a friend can be a wonderful bonding experience. And exacerbate already existing tensions ;D

002. Lover - Whether a show of care or a prelude to something more intimate, a massage from a lover is a very welcome thing.

003. Service - Hey some of us aren't so lucky. We gotta pay for this service.

004. Wild card - Whatever you want. However you want.

stolen from barrettes ♥

Comments

Marcel | Silver Wolf (modern AU)

[dealwith_them]

5,2

[lucrative_pink]

[He's worn her out. Completely. But when she stretches out on the bed, her leg feels... sore. Not a cramp, not exactly. But enough to make her wince. She slaps the back of his head lightly with her knuckles; her next breath of air decidedly audible - and irritated.]

[dealwith_them]

[Fuck yes, that was Heaven. He's stretched out next to her, on eye-level with her arse. Good, strong smell of cunt and come.

Then, she hits him. He can take his punches, sure, but she's his bitch and Bubbles got nothing on her. So, he reaches up a hand and catches her wrist between his fingers.]

Just fucked the living daylights out of you, Princess. Show some respect.

[lucrative_pink]

[She doesn't pull her hand back, her fingers curling into a fist.]

A princess would not sleep with an animal. [There's definitely some disapproval there.] You have damaged me.

[dealwith_them]

Your cunt hurting or something?

[Attitude. He likes it. Likes it a lot. Releasing her hand, he proceeds to run his own down the curve of her arse.]

[lucrative_pink]

[Frown. She rolls away, leaving his hand hanging in the air. Kicks him lazily with her foot.]

My leg, you pig! The rest is finished.

[dealwith_them]

[And his hand goes from a lazy touch to a lazy wave. Dismissively.]

Sorry 'bout the knee.

[lucrative_pink]

[At this point, she sends him a withering look, pushing a few, long long locks of brown hair out of her face. Ugh everything feels sticky.]

Davvero, your acting is bad. [She rolls over onto her back.] Fix my leg for me, doggy. It's a cramp.

[dealwith_them]

[A snort. She's hot; he doesn't mind getting ordered around, really. Inching closer, he rests his chin on her hip - all bones and the smell of sweat. Pussy.]

You know nothing comes for free.

[lucrative_pink]

[This time, she doesn't move away. Running one hand through his hair slowly, she spreads her legs a bit. Since he asked.]

Poor people work. Like you. [Shrug.] And I pay.

[dealwith_them]

Us pawns and servants, yeah?

[The smell just tripled. He's not so slowly getting hard again, but his stamina is epic. He can afford a massage alright.

Reaching down, in between her legs, he keeps his fingers off her cunt and focuses on her inner thighs. All tight muscles. Hot, sweaty skin against his palm.]

[lucrative_pink]

[At his sudden touch - not a trace of sensuality, just rough, unrelenting efficiency - she takes a deep breath and stares up a the ceiling. At herself. Because Marcel has mirrors all over his bedroom and thus, she can follow his every move. The length of his body, the way his muscles move underneath all of those... drawings. Tattoos. She hates them.]

No, not a servant. [She pulls his hair harshly.] Me. I am different.

[dealwith_them]

Mmn.

[He shifts. Onto his side, to be able to reach further down. Takes hold right above her knee and pulls her legs further apart. Works whatever muscles are there, beneath his hand, because who the fuck cares with a view like that? All folds and swollen clit and sperm leaking.

His breathing is growing just a bit shallow. His touch harder. Not that anyone can blame him.]

You're the queen of whoring, Princess. That's it.

[lucrative_pink]

[Ooh. His touch is starting to hurt now, his fingers digging into her skin. Because she's skin and bones - not like the little French girl with her fat breasts and buttocks. That sow.]

Whoring is just whoring, no? Queen, king, princess - [A sharp intake of breath as the tension in her leg begins to transform into something quite different] - fool. All the same for you.

[dealwith_them]

[He doesn't let go. Far from it - simply moves his hand to her other leg and pushes himself down. Not that he has to go far. Looking up at her, mostly via the maze of mirrors, he can see her get all flustered. Pretty epic feeling, isn't it just? Just leaning in and closing his mouth over her clit, a few good licks with his tongue. Digging his fingers into her thigh.]

[lucrative_pink]

[She throws her head back, eyes falling shut. That's definitely a good feeling; it's rough enough to suit her since gentle is -out-. She pushes up against him, pushes her cunt into his mouth, the warmth of his tongue making her whole body feel almost raw. With heat.

Her next breath is a moan.]

[dealwith_them]

[She makes the prettiest sounds. He better treat her nice, just for that. Because she's being so very -good-. A few more strokes across her clit and he inclines his head, aims further down. Her pussy smells like him, like his come and his cock and he pushes his tongue inside of her without any reservations. Really, is there anything better than the taste of cunt and your own sperm?]

[lucrative_pink]

[She is not a stranger to being taken. As a child, she went to a Catholic school and was taken by the Lord. As a teen, the tango swept her off her feet. As an adult... as an adult... Her breath catches in her throat and she pulls away from him angrily (- furiously -), his tongue leaving trails of saliva across her inner thighs. Her hand still lodged in his hair, nails more or less digging into his skull.]

[dealwith_them]

[Her temper usually ends up hurting herself more than him. More like a hand grenade than a machine gun. Frowning, he tugs at her with the hand clutching at her thigh, the other coming up to take hold of hers. Forcing it into compliance.]

Stop being a fucking bitch and start being a fucking whore.

[With that, he just leans in again. Moves his hand from her thigh, because she's going to spread her legs for him anyway. Presses two fingers in against her soaked hole.]

[lucrative_pink]

[She never asks him to stop. Never -asks-, period, for she has been taught that asking is for those who have no other choice. His fingers are large, like everything else about him. Somewhat dry; she's always wet enough. A part of her wants to push down against them, force them inside. So cheaply.

It's what -he- makes of her. Repulsive. Like a monster.]

Not for you. I am better than you.

[He's got her hand. But her leg is still efficient so she kicks him, her knee banging against his shoulder, her free hand gripping the sheets.]