#massaging

[yaknowlikenyah]

Oh, Poor Puppy.

Did the kitty cat use you as a scratching post again?

[thingsthatgowhumpinthenight]

The gentleness and tenderness of physical touch in whump is do incredibly touching tbh (which is low-key hilarious given how averse I am to receiving touch irl)

Some ideas:

A refined scholarly Whumpee who sits too stiff for too long in research out of obligation or fascination who pays the price of an aching head and stiff shoulders that the more sensible if less traditionally academic Caretaker kneads the pain out of when they catch them burning the midnight oil once again

A servant whumpee whose caretaker is another, less overworked member of staff who takes pity on them after they've had a particularly long day of trotting up and down stairs, carrying lugage, cleaning, ect.and are now flopped on their bed too sore to move now that the day is done. Whumpee is embarrassed to be so helpless as a longstanding member of staff, but still so grateful to Caretaker as they help them change to softer clothes, rub the aching out of their limbs and making sure that they're as comfortable as they can be before they go off to bed themself.

A Whumpee who's been forced, either in punishment or necessity to crouch in a position that places great strain on their body for a long period so once they're finally able to release from it Caretaker has to gingerly work their muscles out of the awful cramping clench as Whumpee lets out cries of pain and relief that sometimes halts caretaker in concern and they must be begged to continue the process (and if you want to be extra mean maybe they have to try to keep quiet throughout)

A knight or chivalrous noble whumpee who's traveling with someone who's naive but also socially stations above them, if not royalty outright and whumpee after hours of walking whilst in pain respectfully requests to stop and rest (which is effectively the equivalent of falling to their knees and begging). Their energetic companion inquires as to why and whumpee is forced to admit that their feet pain them terribly, but if they may only rest a short time they will continue without remote complaint. Whumpee is shocked to find that Caretaker is, for all their status, most compassionate and insists upon tending to them immediately with their own supplies. Whumpee can only sit equal parts petrified and grateful as Caretaker rubs an herbal balm that would cost a week of *their* salary onto their aching feet without a thought beyond bringing Whumpee some degree of comfort for their pain

A Whumpee who's been out working or traveling in high temperatures and while they're not necessarily burnt the heat has still obviously taken a bad toll on them, leaving them in clear discomfort but spaced out to the point that Caretaker has to guide them to a couch or bed and ply them with fluids. Once they're safe Caretaker sets to work making them more comfortable with cool wet compresses that Whumpee alternates between flinching away from and leaning into and, when they still can't settle, starts (gently) scratching their back and Whumpee just *tangibly* relaxes, the source of their discomfort finally quelled as Caretaker's nails soothe the prickling itches the sweat and heat have infused into their skin

A whumpee that's so *so* achy and physically exausted from a combo of fever and being physically sick, but they're delirius from their temperature and shaking with chills, meaning Caretaker's gentle reausrances are the only thing keeping them from panic. Dutifully Caretaker sits up into the wee hours with them, holding them close and gently rubbing their back to try and abate their chills and lessen the muscle pain that's brining them to tears in discomfort and confusion. They wipe their face and neck with a cool cloth and stroke their sweat matted hair back long after Whumpee is finally able to drift to sleep, continuing gentle reassurances lest that febrile fear creep back into Whumpee's dreams

(also: please tag me if you use these prompts for fanfic or your Ocs! <3)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Raise your hand if you would like a massage from Vincent Price.... ✋🏼

Vincent Price and Rhonda Fleming -

While The City Sleeps (1956)

[spndxjcksblog]

[luna3love]

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[barbed-wire-butch]

This post is about butch femme lesbian massages, cismen and minors DNI contains: massaging, snuggling, kissing, lmk if I should make a pt 2 including oil and titty-worship??

Massaging her when it's cold outside.

She just got out of the shower, poor little thing all wrapped up in her towel. It's chilly, the window above the shower is being lashed with sleet. Outside everything is covered in ice and snow.

"Come here, sweetheart."

I purr and lift the blankets, making space in the bed for her. She snuggles into the blankets eagerly, wrapping herself in the warm fuzzy feeling. Pressing her naked body against mine, she shivered with delight, leaning her head back when I whispered in her ear.

"Now isn't that better? Safe and sound in my arms."

I kissed her ear and neck, warming her up under the blankets. The candles flicker but never die out, their flames are tall and strong, and her eyes shine brightly in candlelight. She giggles under me, hiding her face in my chest.

"My Princess... You need a massage."

Kissing up the side of her face, kissing her forehead, and then her ear again. My hands roam, caressing her side and the length of her thigh. She hums inquisitively, questioning what kind of massage I would give her.

"Oh Bunny, give me your hands."

I chuckled against her neck, earning a shiver from my femme. She rolled over and took my hands into her own. I smiled in the dark, under the covers. Outside the sleet kept falling and the temperature only dropped.

She lay on her back and her legs came apart naturally when she felt me position myself. Her hips rolled a little, but my strap was tucked into my boxers. She snuggled down further on the bed, and when she moved her hips again she rubbed against my bulge. Just enough pressure to earn a sensual gasp from her, and to make me chuckle again. Naughty little bunny, so eager to be filled and satisfied.

That wasn't my goal for now though, just wanted to give her a different kind of relief.

Bunny groaned in pain when I held up the back of her hand, using my thumbs to massage her wrist.

"My poor baby!"

I cooed at her, leaning down, closing the space around her so she felt trapped, captured by her butch.

"All that knitting you do, it's hurting your joints isn't it?"

Bunny mumbled something incoherent when I began massaging the meat of her thumb, feeling tension dissolve under my touch. Used to typing on a keyboard, sending emails and correcting reports all day long. She still didn't have an armrest for her desk too. I massaged her palm with the heel of my own palm, my hands are bigger than hers and it's fairly easy to manipulate them. Her legs opened a little wider and I pressed against her entrance, soaking the front of my boxers.

Bunny moaned softly, kissing my chest and whispering about how good my touch felt against her skin. I moved to her other hand, fingers tracing up the lines of her palm and sliding in between her knuckles. Gently my fingers pressed down and rubbed back and forth, massaging in between each knuckle in turn. She took a deep breath, not even realizing how badly her hands had ached until there was relief. The back of this hand was always so sensitive, I swept my thumb across it and she groaned into my chest. Gentle kisses, I massaged it with my lips by kissing it over and over.

Kissing the pain away.

[joyce420sworld]

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