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Massage Meme

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)
❧ 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.

Credits shall be given to

lone_defender on LJ. Here's the original post

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[Asemu is sitting down, watching some TV, when Pyrrha walks into the room in obvious pain. He can tell just from looking at her that she has a sore back, and immediately jumps up to his feet.]

Hey! You all right?

Oh! No, it's all right, Asemu... I'm fine, really.

[Though her posture and the look on her face both say otherwise.]

[Asemu is not amused by Pyrrha's efforts to blow off her soreness so casually. It's clear that she's not being honest.]

Except your body language is screaming, "I'm in pain." How many times have I asked you to come to me when you have a problem?

[Pyrrha sighs, hanging her head.]

Yes... you're right, I'm sorry. It's my back. It's been sore ever since I got back from training.

[He nods. It does look that way just from her body language.]

All right. Let me help. Let's head over to the couch, OK?

[He reaches out to take her hand and lead her over.]

Go ahead and lie down on your belly for me.

Thank you, Asemu. I'm sorry to be a bother.

[Even though she knows he doesn't think of it that way, she's too polite not to apologize. Walking over with him, she does as told, lying face down on the couch with her face propped up on her folded arms.]

Hey, it lets us spend time together, right? No big deal.

[It probably doesn't need to be said, but Asemu says it anyway. he enjoys spending time with Pyrrha.]

OK, where to start...

[He gently places his hands on her back and carefully feels around for any tight spots. He's also expecting to hear her say where she's sore.]

[Mariko and Hanayo have been staying in dorms right next to each other's for a while now. Mariko doesn't really say anything to others other than "hello" or a lazy wave out of obligation, but of all her neighbors, Hanayo seemed to be the only person she's less of a ghost to. The other girl's sweet and gentle nature was so genuine that Mariko found it easier to like her more than others, plus she is pretty cute. That, and Hanayo had asked Mariko for help in fixing some of her appliances before, mainly the rice cooker, that it's become a ritual almost.

This time though, Mariko has found Hanayo in another predicament. She was sitting in front of her door when Mariko arrives from the convenience store to get herself some food. Once she sees Hanayo, Mariko almost feel herself smirking as she leaned on the wall and knocked on the wooden door to get Hanayo's attention. She removes her headphones from her ears before speaking]

What's wrong? No running today?

[Mariko can put the pieces together and say Hanayo is sore from suddenly picking up jogging the past few days. She has no clue as to why, but it's probably from all that rice. More importantly, why was Hanayo outside her room? Did she lock herself out? Either way, Mariko felt like helping]

Mm... no, I'm done for the day.

[Hanayo hangs her head, pouting. She's dressed in her warmup gear, but it's obvious that she either didn't run very far or she's been sitting out here for a while already and has had plenty of time to catch her breath.]

I thought I would jog home from school today, but I left my key in the club room.

[She lets out a little whine, rubbing at her foot through her shoe.]

And my feet hurt so much, I don't want to run all the way back to the school and back...

[Mariko puts her hands on her pockets while the plastic bag's handle hang on her wrists. She listened to Hanayo, blowing a bubble with the gum she was chewing, making it pop as Hanayo just finished talking. Mariko took a second to answer, not sure what to say or recommend, until she decided what the hell. Here is someone she could help out.]

You shouldn't push yourself too hard.

[She pushed herself off the wall with her shoulder, standing in front of her dorm room's door while she dug through her pocket for her key]

The lady in charge of the dorm is out of town on emergency, so you won't be getting your key until tomorrow.

[Mariko turns the lock on her door, opening it halfway before stopping herself. She turns her head to look at Hanayo]

Do you have any friends you can stay with? I guess you can crash with me... It's better than letting you stay out in the hallway and have you freeze to death.

[A flush of pink formed across Mariko's face after she heard herself offer that out loud. She isn't the type to let anyone in her little fortress of solitude, but this is a very rare opportunity for any stranger to get to see this part of her self. She immediately looks away, letting herself in her dorm before she prods Hanayo again with some words the other girl may want to hear]

Come on. I bought some onigiri. You're welcome to have some. But not more than two!

[She's still thinking about Hanayo's complaint about her feet hurting. The thought has crossed her mind, but she'll have to think of something to make her guest feel comfortable.]

[Hanayo was a little intimidated by Mariko at first, since she's generally hard to read. She was never sure if she was annoying her or not. But as time went on, it became apparent to her that she was a kind girl at heart, just quiet.]

I-if you're sure I won't be a bother...!

[Even still, Hanayo is conscientious to a fault, and wants to make absolutely sure that the arrangement is fine. It's only one night, but she doesn't want to cause any problems for her.]

O-onigiri?!

[...But then the magic word comes out and all that politeness is out the window. Hanayo perks right up like a dog who just heard the word 'treat,' sitting up in place and looking excited. She nods her head, quickly bouncing to her feet.]

Yes, of course! I promise I won't eat too many!

Sorry about the mess. I... don't get a lot of visitors. You'll be the first one in a long time.

[Mariko takes her shoes off once she enters her dorm room, just throwing them aside with her stocking-covered feet and lazily walked to her couch and empties the bag with the onigiri and an assortment of candies on to the coffee table. Their dorms are small. Just enough space for a small bed, a study desk, a small entertainment system and whatever furniture of their choice. Mariko doesn't have a bed, and just sleeps on the couch instead.

Mariko's dorm room is actually organized and neat despite what she said. Some posters of rock bands and fighter jets decorate the walls, and scale models of airplanes, tokusatsu characters, and some cute characters are lined up on the desk and entertainment shelves. Pictures of her are on the table on the side of the couch right next to a bottle of mineral water, showing Mariko in her marching band and soccer uniform. Hanayo could choose to look at them while Mariko heads to the bathroom and take her jacket off, coming out of the bath with a baggy t-shirt with rolled up sleeves]

Go on, take a seat. I'll grab a pillow for you to rest your feet on.

[Mariko takes a seat on the couch first, sitting on the corner while she invites her guest to sit on the other end. She immediately pulls out a memory-foam pillow and places it on the middle of the couch]

Achy feet are a bitch. Did you get those just from running?

Excuse me, then.

[Hanayo politely folds her arms in front of her waist, bowing her head before stepping inside. She sits down to unlace her sneakers, setting them neatly aside next to Mariko's own before standing and following her into the dorm room proper.]

Oh, you don't have to go to any trouble!

[Blushing at the reference to her feet, Hanayo sits down on the couch all the same, toes curling inside her socks. By the time Mariko comes back out, she'll see her looking around with a soft smile at all of the various pictures and figures scattered around the room. This is a rare look into her life, after all.]

Ah... n-not entirely.

[Her voice is shy and soft as she lifts her feet to rest them on the pillow, leaning up against the side of the couch.]

We're practicing a new dance, so...

[ Even vampires needed massages after a strenuous day, right?

At least, Yuu seems to think so.

Nevermind the whole healing factor because he's going to do it even with that in full swing.

With Mika placed down in a chair and the others going about doing whatever it is they're doing, sleeves are rolled up and hands reach out for the blond's neck from behind. Mind you, he has very little (if none whatsoever) experience with these types of things but hey, it can't be that hard to pull off, can it? ]

Ok, so, just let me know if anything feels weird, ok?

[ Even though he has confidence that it won't in the slightest but just in case, he feels the need to throw that out there.

He doesn't have any sort of oils or relaxing essentials that one might find with a personal massage at a spa or somewhere else on the more luxurious side but he does have a warm wash cloth set aside in case it's needed for whatever he might need it for. Again, his experience with all of this is not exactly top notch.

Regardless, hands go to work on the nape of Mika's neck with careful but firm circular motions, a curious expression on his face as he peeks over the blond's shoulder to see how he's doing. ]

Good? Bad? More?

[ he'd been about to argue against needing a massage for all of about ten seconds until everyone else had looked at him. he's convinced by now that everyone else knows, or at least has a pretty good idea of what things are like between him and yuu—scythe-girl (because he refuses just yet to call her by name) always seems to have an uncannily demonic glint in her eyes%mdash;but that doesn't mean he's going to advertise anything unnecessarily. he's not that vindictive that he feels like he needs to parade his relationship and first-family status with yuu in front of the others. it's just... yuu's offer is made out of such tenderheartedness that he practically melts at the suggestion because, well, it's yuu-chan being sweet.

so yes, he's sitting in the chair, feeling only a slight bit of embarrassment. if anything, he feels a bit of trepidation. he's never really had a massage, that he can think of. and if anyone knows just how callused yuu's hands are, it's him. all that practice with swords has had its effect over the years, yuu's extra strength notwithstanding. at least he won't have to worry about that strength being too much for him. it might just take that strength to work out four years of very tense, vampire muscles.

he doesn't even realize just how tightly wound he's been until yuu's fingers begin moving down his neck. he's had to practice such an iron grip on not only his control over his need for blood, but also his emotions, that sometimes he forgets that he's not completely like the other vampires of the world. that something in him, even after having become a true vampire, still clings to this need for warmth with yuu. ]

Uhn- [ the noise escapes him before he can help it. ] Wow, Yuu-chan. It's nice.

[ Eureka! Mika isn't in any sort of pain or discomfort. Not that he actually thought he would induce such a thing on the blond but having never done this before, one is never too sure how things are going to go. ]

Eh? Really? I mean- of course it is, right?

[ He smiles with a nod and continues to massage his fingers into the nape of Mika's neck, the goal of everything to be to relax and loosen up those taut muscles. It's also nice to be able to do something for him other than offer his blood up whenever the blond has a craving for it, something that seems a little more normal of sorts between them when so much about them and their lives is far from it.

But it doesn't matter even if they're not normal. He's said it before and he still stands by it: they're not normal and it doesn't matter to him so long as they have each other. In this sort of world, what is normal anyway?

Reaching for the warm wash cloth then, he gently wipes it over pale skin at the nape of his neck and tilts his head as he does so, wondering if Mika can even feel the warmth from the cloth or if it just feels like material brushing against his skin. ]

Mika, do you want me to do your shoulders as well?

[ Because for this part, he's not sure if the blond should remove his top or not for the massage to be more effective if fingers were to directly touch his skin and not through his clothing. ]

[ he's very quickly melting into the slow and strong fingers working at his neck. it doesn't take long for his eyes to drift close and another noise to escape him. if he were a cat, rather than a vampire, he'd be purring. as it is, he's humming low in the back of his throat. warmth is seeping steadily into his cool skin and though it's far from comparable to drinking yuu's blood or even sex. but he has to say, it's an amazing sensation. he's lost to it...

until yuu settles the warm washrag on his skin, making him jump in surprise. when he realizes what it is he's feeling, he settles back into the chair, casting yuu an apologetic look at yuu. ]

Sorry, Yuu-chan. [ clearing his throat, he faces forward again and relaxes once more. ] Yes... that would be nice.

[ The reaction to the cloth is one that he somewhat expected. He knows that Mika is unable to feel warmth as he is but still, there's part of him that likes to think that maybe he can feel it somehow and so it's why he brought the warm wash cloth in the first place.

With a nod, hands slip their way down the blond's shoulders and fingers begin to press firmly into taut muscles. Somehow, he didn't realize Mika could get so tense and he can't help but wonder if the blond even realizes that or if it's simply something else that goes unnoticed by him.

Careful with the amount of pressure he applies, he tilts his head as he watches the way the blond seems to react under his touch and a smile can't help but tug at the corners of his lips as Mika seems to be enjoying himself and every caress to his muscles that he gives. ]

Are you going to recommend my amazing service to others if it turns out you like it?

[ a low hum passes his lips as yuu's fingers begin working his shoulders. it's such a pleasant sensation, muscles slowly unwinding and loosening. muscles that had been taut due to the stress his life had been filled with starting the day he was turned. stress really is the best explanation of it. there's no ease for one who hates themselves. there's not ease for one who shoulders a lot of heavy burdens.

but yuu's fingers are working magic. the kind only he can perform. warm hands and fingers, strong grip and touch. but not just that. it's because it's yuu doing it.

releasing a slow breath, he smiles to himself. ]

Nope. I don't think I will.

[ he sends a mischievous grin over his shoulder as he speaks. ]

I'm going to keep it a secret to myself. I don't feel like sharing My Yuu-chan this time.