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mountainsandmayhem · 3 months

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Wings. Fire. Magic.

Dragon Trainer Joel x Female Reader

Summary: After stealing an egg you become the prisoner of a very handsome human male. CW: no smut (yet), massage, weaponry, mild nudity, blood Word Count: 3.3k, just a teaser Graphics by @saradika-graphics 💚🐉

You peel one eye open, the man who has you captive appears to be sound asleep, leaning up against a rock with an axe across his outstretched legs, one ankle crossed over the other. The large trees rustle around you in the breeze. Moonlight dancing around his face, the scar along the side of his head glistens.

Ok, captive is a strong word. You did try to steal from him. You had stolen from him. A fiery orange egg. Between your magic and your wings you should have been able to escape. He’s just a human and you are one of the few magic Fae left in this world.

Last night, he let you out of the tightly wound chains he had wrapped around you since catching you. For two days you were stuck in those chains that glow a sickly green, chains that silence your magic. Now a single thick cuff, in that same putrid green, is wrapped around your ankle, a short chain binding it to a nearby tree. Your iridescent wings ache as you roll off your back and onto your side to face Joel.

Joel. Pfft. What a weird fucking name.

You try to stretch your wings quietly, but Joel’s eyes pop open at the little grunt you let out.

“What’s wrong?” He grumbles.

“Nothing,” you say defiantly as you roll onto your stomach and try to lift your wings out to stretch them. Your wings may look dainty and fragile, but they weigh more than you and without your magic it’s almost impossible to move them. You grunt again, if Joel hadn’t wrapped you in that fucking chain you wouldn’t be dealing with the uncomfortable tightness between your shoulder blades that can only be fixed by stretching and fluttering your wings.

Joel sighs in annoyance as he stands and walks over to you. The gravel crunching under his boots wakes the thing that quite possibly intrigues you more than it scares you. It’s a death sentence to want to be around her. It was a death sentence to steal that egg.

You try to slow your heart as you hear Remmer, Joel's indescribably large dragon move through the shadows behind you. Breathe, breathe, you say to yourself, sweat slicking your palms.

“What’s wrong?” He says again, more softly this time, feet stopping by your head.

“You fucking tied me up, Joel. With that enchanted chain for two fucking days. You squished my wings and now they’re sore.” You don’t mean for it to come out as a whine, but there’s a cold fire spreading across your upper back, slowly spreading up your neck and into your lower back.

He looks down at you, you stay on your stomach, eyes staring at his boots in front of you, resting your cheek on your hands. “You stole from me,” he says flatly.

“Ya, I know Joel, you made that abundantly fucking clear. Just go back to sleep.” You try to stretch your wings out and then up, but the right one cramps and a sharp pain lances through your body. You cry out into the quiet dark night and it echoes back at you mockingly.

“What can I do?” Joel says bending down beside you, placing a large warm palm in between where your wings meet your back.

“Rub there,” you say through the pain of the cramp. This isn’t like when you get a cramp in your calf, a wing cramp lights every nerve on fire. Tension builds in your neck and starts to blur your vision, your sciatic nerve shooting pain down both legs.

Joel rubs the space between your wings in slow gentle circles, his rough hand scratching against the leather of your jacket. You gasp out in pain again as the right side twitches harder. Joel moves swiftly, undoing the zipper down the back of your fighting leathers, opening it fully, rubbing at your bare skin where your wings connect to your back, trying his hardest to work out the knots. He continues the same slow gentle circles and your left wing finally relaxes, curling itself back against your body.

“Is this ok?” Joel whispers. His voice sounds dry and timid.

You moan slightly as the cramping begins to ease. “A little harder,” you say.

He kneads the joint of the right one a little harder and it flops down weakly beside you, but he doesn’t stop massaging you. His other hand trails along the top edge of your wing to the first joint and he gently folds it back to your body.

You close your eyes at the tingly sensation that spreads down your spinal cord at his touch, it feels like warm oil being drizzled down your back and the pain in your legs stops. No one has ever touched your wings before and humans are known to be vicious, yet there isn’t an ounce of fear in you as the man you’re currently a prisoner to cares for you.

His hand on your wing continues to trace along the outer edge until it’s all tucked up right above your hip. His other hand kneads down your spine and you melt into the hard ground you were sleeping on.

A little whimper passes your lips at how good his hands feel on your body. Both his hands trail lightly up your spine and massage at your neck. When they slip into your hair the pain in your head stops and your vision evens out. An almost pornographic moan passes your lips. He jerks his hands away and you bite your cheek to stop yourself from begging him to continue.

He lets out a low whistle. You feel the air move around you and the massive dragon lands beside you with a tiny thump. Fear rises in your throat like a dry lump. A voice inside your head laughs at you. Little Fae warrior, steals an egg yet is petrified of what’s inside.

Joel grabs your ankle and unshackles the chain. Then says, “Don’t run. Go back to sleep, we have a long journey tomorrow.”

The next morning Joel doesn’t wrap you in chains and make you sit side saddle on Remmer like he did the day before. Instead, he places a thin gold cuff that glows green around your wrist and then gives you a boost to sit normally before he hauls himself up behind you. He makes it look easy, his long powerful leg stretching, the lean muscles lining his back and arms pulling him up. The cuff silences your magic just enough that you won’t be able to fly.

The dragon rises from its crouched position when Joel takes the reins and you grab the edge of the saddle - even though you know that when you’re caged between Joel’s broad frame you won’t fall.

He lets out a whistle similar to last night and with one long swoop of her wings the dragon is up in the air. You tuck your wings in tight to your body, Joel's strong, leather wrapped chest close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. The warmth feels nice against the sore muscles lining your back, you have to fight the urge to lean against him completely.

He doesn’t bring up what happened last night so you stay quiet as the dragon soars high above the fluffy white clouds. Morning dew sticking to your skin, you gaze around admiring the rising sun casting hues of pink and orange around you. It’s almost kind of romantic, minus the whole being held captive and being taken - well, you aren’t exactly sure where Joel is taking you.

You sit in silence as the morning sun rises up and over you, until it becomes the evening sun. Joel pulls the reins and his dragon swoops down, skimming the surface of the large lake you didn’t even know you were flying over. The dragon drinks deeply, dragging her long obsidian claws of its back feet through the water. There’s a large mountain range on the other side of the lake and when you reach the shore the dragon gracefully veers upwards, landing in a grassy clearing between two peaks. Remmer lands so gently that you barely feel it, the only sign that you’re on the ground is that the wind around you has stopped.

Joel doesn’t take the cuff off, but says “I’m trusting you not to run” before climbing down the leg of his dragon. He disappears into the tree line, assumingly to gather some firewood, and the dragon turns her head to look at you, almost side eyeing you as if to say “get the fuck off of me you freeloader”.

You mutter an apology to the dragon, flinging your leg over the saddle, trying to replicate all Joel’s steps while the burnt orange eyes of the dragon watch you.

Once you hit the ground the dragon nudges you with her snout and you stumble forward before she takes off into the air, darting into a cave above the right side of the meadow.

Rude.

You look around the meadow, light green clover and colorful wildflowers cover most of it. Tall trees lining the edge of it, a jagged rocky mountain cliff face that leads to the cave closes in the rest of it. You hear water trickling, spinning around you see a stream of bright blue water. The water is so clear that you can’t tell how deep it is. The bed of the stream is covered in rocks of purples, greens and blues.

Joel is nowhere to be found and you’ve been up near the sun in these leathers all day. You glance around again before stripping off all your clothing and submerging yourself in the cool blue water. It flows over your skin like silk, you take a big breath and disappear under the water for a little bit, watching a few striped fish swim past.

Suddenly, a hand has you by your hair, ripping you from the water as a yelp leaves your mouth.

“Joel, what the fuck?” You yell, trying to cover your naked body with your arms. But it’s not Joel. No, it’s three large males dressed in greens to match the meadow. All of them have large full beards and are armed with curved blades.

When humans think of sprites they imagine small woodland creatures. But some sprites are anything but that. In this land, sprites have been after fairy wings for as long as you can remember. The brutal males need the wings to make the potion to keep their unbelievable strength.

They speak to each other in a language that you don’t understand. Two of them grab onto you, one at your hands and the other at your feet. They spin you around and slam you face first into the ground. You scream out, hoping that Joel is close enough, or cares enough, to come help you. But maybe he brought you here for this reason. Maybe he only massaged your wings so tenderly last night because he’s expecting some sort of payment from these males.

The third male crouches down beside you. “Shut the fuck up, there’s no one here who can help you.”

His hand reaches around the top of your wing and he pulls it as hard as he can to try to pry it away from your naked body. If Joel had removed the small gold cuff around your wrist you may have been able to fight them off. At this point all you can do is squeeze your wings into yourself as hard as you can. They need the whole wing, joint and all to make their potion properly.

“No! Please!” You scream, seeing the long sharp dagger he pulls from his boot.

His feral touch on the sensitive membranes of your wings is almost enough to make you wretch. His cronies pull your arms and legs tighter, almost as if they’re trying to rip you in half, the sharp rocks poke and scratch underneath you.

“No! Help me! Someone!” You are practically sobbing.

You know you aren’t a good fairy. You’ve spent years stealing and taking things that aren’t yours, but it was for your village. Fae in this area of the world have been pushed out of land that they once owned. Your ancestors were injected with that same sickly green that Joel has embedded in his chains and then stripped of their wings. Magic and wings were lost for centuries. Babies were born without either, and only recently did it start showing up in a new generation of Fae. You thought yourself lucky at one time, but here you are, about to be flayed open like a spatchcocked chicken.

A sharp poke hits just above your right shoulder blade and you scream out in agony. Before you can comprehend what’s happening you’re encased in a dark shadow. For a moment you think you’re dead, until glowing flecks of orange light cast a warm glow around you. A wing. You’re surrounded, tented in almost, by a wing. You hear the males pleading on the other side.

“Easy there.”

“We didn’t mean no harm. Eaaaasy.”

You hear the sound of wood falling to the ground and as if he appeared from thin air, Joel is beside you, his axe gripped tightly in one hand. He’s crouching slightly and you wrap your arms around yourself to cover your naked flesh.

“NO!” You scream, trying to scramble away from him.

He puts a finger to his lips to shush you and then steps out from the wing.

The males go quiet.

“If you touch her again,” Joel says darkly, “My dragon will be the least of your concerns.”

“We have gold,” the voice of the one who was cutting you says, “give us the fairy and we’ll give you gold.”

Joel is silent for too long, you’re sure he’s considering it, about to sell you off. You reach over your shoulder to where the dagger pierced you and feel a sticky warmth against the pads of your fingers, pulling your hand back you see your fingers coated in blood.

“Stay. The fuck. Away from her,” Joel growls. Remmer huffing beside you.

You hear the footsteps of the men trail off. The dragon lifts her wing and then peaks at you with one eye. You stay seated on the ground, knees drawn to your chest, covering yourself up as best you can. A shiver runs down your body, the dragon's eye narrows slightly and then warm air blows from her nose, heating the space under her wing.

You smile at the dragon. “Thank you.”

“Lift up,” Joel says on the other side of the wing. The dragon growls quietly at him. “Ok weirdo. Can I at least hand her her clothes?”

She lifts just enough for Joel to slide your boots, leathers, and white cotton shirt under. The moment his hand is clear she flaps it back down and huffs at him. More warm air fills the space before she turns her head away so you can get dressed.

“How chivalrous,” you say to the dragon. The tented space under the wing is big enough for you to stand up in as you shimmy your clothes and boots on, leaving your jacket off since the joint of your wing is burning. You can already feel the soft cotton of your shirt sticking to you. “I’m dressed,” you call out when you’re done.

The dragon peaks in again at you. “Am I allowed out?”

Remmer stares at you for a little while before Joel speaks up from the other side of your cocoon, “Rem, she’s not your pet. You can’t hold her in there…”

The dragon eyes soften at you and you smile a little. “I’m ok, I promise. Thank you.”

She lifts her wing up and nudges you towards Joel, using her nose to turn your body so that Joel can see the blood.

“Shit,” he whispers.

“I’m fine, Joel.” You say, trying to step away but you’re caged between the dragon's large head against your stomach and Joel at your back.

“You’re not fine,” he says, moving your hair away from the deep gash. “Fuck, don’t move. We need to wrap this up.”

The dragon must be able to understand him, because she immediately turns her body to where the bags hang off her saddle. He gets the medical supplies and then pulls you gently over to sit on a rock. He stands behind you, tugging the back of your shirt so he can see the full extent of the damage.

“This might sting,” he says as he uncaps a bottle of antiseptic.

He drizzles a little bit on you and it feels like liquid fire spreading across your body. You bite hard on your lip to not scream, hands curling into fists. The dragon pushes herself flat to the ground and almost slithers up to you, resting her massive head on your lap, looking up at you with sad eyes.

“Why’d you take it?” He says, gentle hands beginning to wrap a bandage around the joint of your wing. You stretch it out as much as you can to make it easier for him, wincing at the sharp pinching sensation, Rem lets out a whine, similar to a little dog, at the sign of your pain.

You want to reach out to pet the dragon but fear stops you, “The egg?” you ask timidly.

“Mm-hmm,” he says behind you, looping the bandage around, the back of his hand grazes the underside of your wing. You hadn’t realized how sensitive that part of your body is and your nipples harden, eyes closing briefly at the sensation.

“We needed money,” you reply just above a whisper.

“Who’s we?”

“My family. I’m the only one with magic and wings, their survival falls on me. And there’s not a lot for us here.”

“Why don’t you all go somewhere else?” he asks, his hand brushing that sensitive spot again.

You snort a little, the dragon thinking it’s pain nuzzles into you more, you still don’t move to pet her. “Wingless Fae aren’t exactly welcome in many places, and as you just saw, those of us with wings are under attack.”

“Why?” he asks again as he ties the bandage in a knot.

“Our wings hold our magic.”

One of Joel's strong arms trails down yours, his chest pressed against your back. Sparks shoot across your body at his sudden and all consuming closeness. He smells like pine needles and fresh grass. His hand wraps around your wrist and he brings your hand to rest on the Remmer’s head, right between her glowing orange eyes.

“Just don’t stroke against her scales, she won’t like that.”

You take a shaky breath and stroke back towards the spiky crown of her head. Her spikes lay flat and she closes her eyes, a purring sound fills her chest and you smile over your shoulder at Joel.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask.

“Where we take all thieves.” He says.

The King.

“No, please. You can’t! He’ll do worse than cut off my wings!” You plead, Rem shoots her head up towards Joel, eyes flaring.

“Remmer, down.” Joel says warningly at the dragon. She doesn’t lower her head back to your lap, but you notice the orange in her eyes softens. He turns now to address you, “This is the way of your world, you knew that long before you took my egg.”

Rem huffs smoke at him when he says ‘my egg’.

“Apologies. When she took your egg.”

Remmer blinks at him, then back at you before resting her head back on your lap. You use both hands now to stroke along her scales. It's hard to believe that just mere hours ago you were terrified of her, but something about those males that attacked you has changed her presence around you.

Joel turns towards the wood he dropped earlier and starts building a fire. You swear you hear him say, “whose side are you on?” under his breath.

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trueshellz · 1 year

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Touch

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: slipped/herniated disc, sciatic pain, back pain, reader teary, massage, cuddling.

A/N: as someone with a herniated disc and sciatica I can confirm that winter months wreak havoc on my back.

Summary: Winter mornings suck...

Winters usually meant hot chocolate and fireplaces, snuggling up with Iwaizumi and snowball fights. Dark mornings and even darker evenings, frozen feet and icy car windows.

But for you winters meant almost constant pain.

Waking up in the morning stiff, the cold making your muscles spasm and seize even when you had worn a heat pack or used your electric blanket. The sharp pain tugging at your nerves and zapping down your legs, you gently rolled onto your back and slowly started moving yourself around. Doing the gentle stretches you were accustomed to and breathing deeply when a the stretch pulled your quads a little too much, you sighed when you felt Iwaizumi's hand halting your movements.

"'S ok, doll. Roll over f'me."

Turning your head, you watched your boyfriend yawn and sit up, the warm duvet dropping down and making him shiver a little as his bare chest was exposed. His hair was messy, eyes bleary with sleep as he blinked at you owlishly and you couldn't help but run your hands over his sculpted chest earning a snort of amusement.

"Said roll over, not grope me. Jeez woman."

Smacking him, you brought your knees up and winced as you rolled over onto your stomach. A few days earlier you had sneezed a few times, one particular had made your back seize up and you had been off work on muscle relaxants for almost a week. The feeling of Iwaizumi's warm hands made you smile, he had taken it upon himself to look after you and give you massages every morning and evening, rubbing magnesium lotion on you and making sure you were doing your physiotherapy.

Resting your cheek on the pillow to glance at him, you couldn't help but smile at the deep concentration on his face as he gently pressed his thumbs into your back. The bottle of massage oil placed between his legs where he sat with them crossed, your hand tracing the muscle definition he had kept from his high school volleyball days which had bulked out. The sleepwear he wore hid very little and you huffed a laugh when he picked up your hand wordlessly and placed it back on the bed.

"Scale of one to ten?"

"Maybe 6? The right side is still sore and I can barely bent over to brush my teeth but thankfully I can stand and walk around now."

"Hmm. Did you take your meds last night?"

"Yup. And rubbed that smelly roll on stuff that you brought from overseas."

"Good girl."

A particular prod on your hips had you wincing and hissing out in pain, tears filling your eyes as he rubbed the area as an apology.

"Your hips and quads are so tight still." His face morphing when he saw the tears running down your face. "Shit. Sorry, doll. I didn't mean to-"

You shook your head as he lay down and wrapped his arm around you, covering you with the blanket again as he planted a kiss on your forehead. His eyes full of worry, eyebrows creased as he gently rubbed circles on your lower back.

"Epsom salts later? It'll help loosen you up." He smiled as you nodded, eyes drifting closed as he rested his chin on your forehead. "I'm not getting in this time though, the water felt like it had been piped straight from the depths of hell."

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Gregor x Reader One-Shot – In Love And Pain

As requested by @palliateclaws A One-shot with sweet Gregor, I hope you like it :)) Warnings: Mention and description of sciatica problems, herniated disks /Pain/Comfort/Fluff/Romance

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Gregor got up very early in the morning, sitting on the sofa in your apartment and digging through holobooks and newspaper articles. Last night, after your movie date, you suddenly found it hard to walk again. Gregor was supporting you the whole time, you had to take some breaks, and you tried to hide your pain, but he knew. He rolled his eyes with a small smile at the thought of it. No matter how bad you feel, you never want to be a burden to anyone. He thinks it's unnecessary, it's not a burden, Gregor is happy to help you, anytime.

He reads through a mountain of info on sciatica problems and herniated disks, trying to memorize as much as he can. Gregor wants to understand you better, know what you are dealing with.

Symptoms: tingling, electric shock-like or pulling pains, numbness, paralysis symptoms

Treatment: depends on cause and severity; treatment options include medications, surgery, physical therapy, heat treatments, massages.

Causes: Herniated disc, vertebral body injuries, articular rheumatism, inflammations, abscesses, bruises, tumors, infections

Prognosis: With timely, proper treatment, the chances are good that the symptoms will heal completely.

Gregor nods silently. The symptoms sound really unpleasant, but he likes the idea of a possible treatment, at least as far as the problem with the sciatica is concerned.

He continues reading:

Sciatic pain and the accompanying symptoms sometimes occur gradually, sometimes quite suddenly. Doctors refer to the typical sciatic pain as neuropathic pain - meaning that it is not due to a structural injury in the leg or buttocks, but to the nerve itself.

More descriptively, many patients express themselves: For example, sciatica symptoms feel "like an electric shock" or "ants tingling in the leg." In addition, numbness or paralysis symptoms occur in some cases.

It is also characteristic that the pain radiates. This is referred to as radicular pain (pain originating from the nerve root). This distinguishes sciatica from lumbago, for example. The trigger here is often an unfortunate twisting or lifting that leads to a sudden, severe back pain. However, this does not move into the leg.

In case of sciatic pain, it also depends on exactly which nerve fibers are injured...

Okay, he doesn't understand it all, but most of it. He's about to bury himself deeper in another article when he hears the bedroom door open. Gregor gets up from the couch, hiding the holopad under a sofa pillow.

„Hey Mesh'la!“

You smile at Gregor, then rubbing your eyes and ask, "You're up already? When did you get up?"

"An hour or two ago," he replies with a shrug.

You frown. He is lying, he's up much longer than just one or two hours, you can feel it.

"That's early, why didn't you lie down with me?"

You can see he is coming up with a lie, he is the worst liar, you always see when he tries it.

"Um, I was a little restless"

You don't want to upset or expose him, so you nod slowly. You know he's cooked up something again, but it's usually loving things he comes up with, so you let him get away with this little white lie.

He gently takes your hand and leads you to the dining table.

"I've already prepared a little something for breakfast," he says enthusiastically.

A smile graces your lips.

"Oh yeah?"

Gregor sets the table, he's actually prepared a lot, enough for four people and plenty of choices. You blink in surprise.

"I didn't have that much in the house. Have you been shopping?"

He smiles, unperturbed, and says, "Yeah, filled your fridge. I thought after you weren't feeling so well last night, I'd do it for you."

You sigh softly, touched and a little annoyed with yourself. By now Gregor saw through it far too quickly when you were in pain again. But some days it was so bad that you could hardly hide it.

"That's very sweet of you, Gregor, but it wasn't necessary."

He looks at you seriously, "But it was necessary, you hardly had anything left, and I like to do it for you. I wish you would tell me more often when you need something."

You shrug your shoulders and say, "I can also order things to the house".

Gregor leans over to you and gently kisses your cheek.

"You could, but you have me, Cyare," he replies with a smile.

"You're incredibly cute."

He chuckled, showing you a small smirk.

"Indeed I am"

After breakfast, Gregor cleans up everything. He insists you freshen up and relax. You do him the favor, as he pushes you into the bathroom, spreading kisses on your neck. How could you resist his sweet ways? He runs you a hot bath and calls out as he hurries back to the kitchen, "I'll be right with you!"

In fact, it doesn't take long, the bath is just full and you carefully step into the hot water as he enters. He chuckles and lets out a whistle.

"Oh, mesh'la! Almost forgot how beautiful you are under your clothes!"

You say, laughing, "You did see me last night".

"I have a very short memory" he jokes.

Gregor takes one of your bath sponges and begins to wash you very gently while you sit back and relax.

"You spoil me, Gregor".

"So? That's something nice"

You sigh softly, you want to enjoy this, a lot, but you also want him to know that you can take care of yourself.

"Gregor"

"Hmm?"

"You know I'm not helpless, don't you?"

He looks at you, frowning.

"Of course I know that. Now, what makes you think of that?"

"Every time you're here, you shop for me, you cook, you clean, and.... now you even wash me. You know, I can do these things myself, just sometimes not as fast as you, or right away."

Now Gregor sighs softly. He seems to have something on his mind, you can see it in his face, something is bothering him. When he starts to speak, you almost hold your breath, somehow you are afraid he will say something negative. But he surprises you again.

"I do all these things so that you can see that I can take care of you."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something, a small box. Your heart almost stops. As he opens the box, you see the beautiful ring inside and finally hold your breath after all.

"Gregor..." you say almost in a whisper.

"I always want to be there for you. I do all these things for you at any time, you are the most important person in my life. It's important to me that you understand that I understand your situation, that I can deal with it, and that I'm always happy to lend you a hand."

You swallow and look up from the ring into his beautiful face.

He chuckles again and says, "I didn't know when and how to ask you, I had thought of a thousand things but, I can't wait anymore. Since I've been wanting to ask you, all I can think about is your answer, and it's starting to drive me crazy"

"Yes"

"What?" he asks, puzzled.

"I say yes, I want to spend my life with you" you say almost breathlessly.

Gregor beams all over his face. He is a little shaky as he puts the ring on you.

"It's beautiful," you say dreamily, looking at your hand.

"Then it suits you perfectly," Gregor remarks.

You laugh and kiss his chin as he leans toward you.

"Mesh'la?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have any room in this tub for me?"

You smirk and say, "Always."

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firesnap · 1 month

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Using this blog as a. well. blog. tw weight loss tw diet talk tw pain management or whatever you need there.

Last year when I went to see Lvjy in Scotland and England with Mia, I hurt my leg. Badly. I had strained it before I left and during the trip just completely fucked it up. My doctor warned me I had done pretty severe damage to it. Tore a muscle, the muscle now irritates my sciatic nerve and can cause intense pain. I went to physical therapy and it slowly got better but I still had trouble standing for long periods of time in October .

After everything happened in February, I decided I needed to get my shit together. I started exercising regularly. Drinking less. Changed my diet. I started working on losing weight. And I had really quick results. I've lost 18 pounds right now.

But almost 2 weeks ago I hurt my bad leg. I don't know if it was on the rowing machine or when I took the nephews to a trampoline park, but over the course of a weekend, my hamstring got incredibly stiff and I started getting this electric shooting pain down my leg that made it hurt to stand and walk. The act of getting out of bed or sitting (and standing) would hurt so much that I wanted to just stay in bed the whole day.

I immediately got a doctor appointment. My normal doctor was out of town so she sent me to someone in her practice. I needed pain relief and a rec for physical therapy. I went in knowing that and just had a humiliating experience where the doctor implied she didn't believe my medical history and acted like I was wanting pain killers (when I hadn't requested ANY pain relief other than last year when I was traveling and then I ended up fucking up my leg so bad that it didn't help). But I got a prescription for tramadol for a week (and I've been skipping doses to stretch that out), an order to take 800mg of ibuprofen on top of that, and a referral for physical therapy.

But I'm still in just. Intense. pain. At first, I couldn't get the physical therapist to understand that I can't do a lot of these exercises and stretches without crying. Yesterday she seemed to get that and we tried cupping(???) and some heat massage to try and get my hamstring to relax but fuck man. I'm in so much pain today that I laid in bed and cried just from trying to get up

I just don't understand how to convince doctors that I can't heal when I can't even walk down the stairs or through the grocery store

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scknight05 · 12 days

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In true “me” fashion, I get home from work somewhat early today (partially because it’s Friday and also because right now I’m able to make my own hours) and plan on using my free time to try and finally get some writing done. Well my back had other plans because now I’m laying on my bed, heated massager going and can barely move without my lower back feeling like I’ve got a knife in it. Yay for sciatic nerve pain…

#me #personal

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wasted-my-time · 1 year

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Massage therapist

Just some Pyromania tour Terror Twins fluff.

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-God, my neck hurts! Phil whined for the hundredth time that night as he and Steve walked in their shared hotel room.

-It must be because you're always looking down while you play. His Terror Twin answered and sat down on his bed to get off his boots.

He amusingly stared at his friend who tilted his neck in every possible angle in the search of some relief.

-Come here, I'll take care of you! He offered, patting the mattress besides him.

Phil accepted and immediately relaxed when Steve started to squeeze his nape in his skinny hands, sending shivers down his spine.

-Don't fall asleep mate, I'm not putting you in bed like a kid tonight.

-I don't care if I pass the whole night on the floor, as long as you keep doing this. Oh, and the trapezius muscle while you're at it, please.

-Alright. He then started to apply pressure with his thumbs.

After a few minutes, Phil wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand and Stev couldn't help but chuckle.

-What's funny?

-Are you drooling?

-Maybe... You're really good at this, you know.

-Thanks, but it's over, I wanna sleep.

-No please, one last thing: Around the shoulder plades, please. He begged in a childish voice.

-Hmmph, okay but after that it's my turn. He accepted in a sigh.

-Anything you want!

-Deal.

Steve shifted on the bed to press on his friend's back with his elbows, careful not to touch the spine.

-It's okay now. If you do it any longer, I'll have to pay you.

-You already have to. My sciatic nerve is making me suffer. Steve corrected him and laid down face first on the bed.

-Left or right?

-Left.

Phil clumsily patted at his friend's lower back through his leather jacket, looking for the right spot.

-No, lower... More on the right... Ouch, that was my spine!

-It would be easier without the jacket.

-I don't have anything under, do you mind?

-We share showers with all the other guys after the shows, I don't think your seeing your back will hurt my prudishness.

-Do you even have one? He joked and sat up to get off the inconvenient piece of clothing, only to lay back immediately after.

Phil was right and he found the correct location quite quickly after that, rolling his fist on it to ease the pain.

-Push harder, please.

To satisfy the request properly, Phil placed his knee on Steve's back, resting his hands on his bare shoulders to keep balance. He was apparently doing it decently, because he swore Steve was about to purr.

-Wait, is this gay? The almost purring man asked.

-Even if it was, would it really be a concern? After all, if it makes you feel better, I don't see the problem.

-I mean, if someone saw us what would they say?

-Vade retro satana, then he would curse us both for sodomy and we would burn in Hell for eternity. Is your back better?

-Yes, thanks. You can get off. What I meant is what are we? Because I feel like we're more than friends, but not like that either... He clarified while sitting up next to Phil.

-Yeah, I get it, but who cares?

-My father. He stated, then continued, ignoring Phil's desperate sigh. I won't quote his exact words, but let's say he doesn't "want a queer in the family". He imitated his father.

-You would be the incarnation of toxic masculinity and he wouldn't be happy with that either, so let him say what he will, alright? He comforted him and reached for his hand.

-Do you love me?

-Yes, but not in the way he's worried of. I think it's much more than that. But I'm not sure of the word for it.

-Me too, good night. He whispered before giving him the very first of their kisses.

#def leppard fan fiction #phil collen #steve clark

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hyunsvngs · 8 months

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hello! me again, the anon who wanted to talk about dreams! :> today i just come to talk about how i have to deal with this really bad hip pain cause my right side is all messed up and i constantly have pressure on my sciatic nerve ;n; and like, i know its something i have to deal with and work through but damn if i wouldn't like to just come home to literally any of skz and tell them how awful it is to have this chronic pain that i can't do much about,,, it sucks,,,

but also i started thinking about literally any of them giving me a massage bc it'd literally require getting my hip, butt, and thigh, and honestly it made the pain go away for a hot second bc i swear i constantly wonder how good their hands would feel,,,

anyways hope the weekend went alright! i'm taking the day to rest and hopefully i can walk properly again soon ;_;

hyunjin is soooo giving a massage with those massage candles that drip oil fr

bbuttt i hope ur okay friend this sounds so sad </3

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon

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neonhotelsign · 8 months

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ok but outside of as a massage therapy thing for back pain chiropractic doesnt work

It has for me, so call it confirmation bias or the fact that physical therapy, massages, going to the gym at least twice a week, being hyper mobile, doing yoga stretches before after and during work from sitting at a desk all day, working a job from 2021-2022 as a mail courier that required me to walk maybe 5 miles in a day at max while hauling maybe at most 180 pounds worth of printer paper/mail to judges chambers/municipal court buildings might have exacerbated my body

Chiropractic adjustments FOR ME has worked in alleviating pain in tandem with attempting to be healthier in my lifestyle, diet and regularly exercising within my ability to do so.

I have frozen shoulder and cubital tunnel syndrome in my right arm and my sciatic nerve is all fucked up from my job that involved A LOT driving I experience a ton of chronic pain and go to sports massage sessions regularly. I’m not a doctor I’m not a scientist I’m a person who has known a LOT of physical pain and the frustration therein I’m literally in pain in my left shoulder as I typed this because I am hypermobile and if I sit wrong for too long (read for 30-60 minutes) my skeletal alignment will fuck up and alter how the muscles in my body hang off my fucking skeleton

So since u know so well what are you gonna tell me to do instead? I did everything, and I still continue to do everything I should do and what doctors recommend and everything other than fucking surgery which I CANNOT afford to do both because of not living with my fucking parents and not qualifying for fmla because I’m still on probation at work being a public servant working within my cities municipality and because of my own more personal bullshit PLUS the responsibilities from my career I am beholden to certain things

are you mad at me? Because I’m mad at you for being so so smart!! I’m gonna smoke if that’s ok

#listen I’m speaking from my own experiences #don’t get adjusted if you don’t need to but don’t tell me shit I experienced FIRST HAND for over a DECADE #doesn’t work #I know who sent this. I don’t know you as a person that well but don’t fuck with me like this #just because I don’t post consistently doesn’t mean I’m not reading and catching up on what I missed during my huge hiatus from this site #so make of this what u will because I’m cool if you are but don’t send me shit like this and expect me not to get pissed #ask #text #ask to tag

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pregnancyismykink · 2 years

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Imagine you work as a masseuse for pregnant people, helping them relieve the pressure in every part of their aching bodies

“Welcome to Body Wonders, how can I help you?”

Kim’s voice trails through the reception area and you smile, excited for another day of work. Already, several people linger in the front desk area waiting for their names to be called. Quite a few women and a select few men in varying stages of pregnancy, some in clear discomfort and others trying to hold it in.

You glance down at your clipboard as you push through the large double doors, reading the name of one your many regulars. “Matt, my man. Are you ready?”

Matt, a smaller man with a fairly thin build and cute fluffy brown hair, looks up immediately, relief written all over his face that it’s his turn. You watch as he struggles to stand from his chair, his belly protruding quite far considering he’s only about 6 months along now.

As he waddles over to where you’re waiting, you can’t help but notice that he’s favoring his right hip a little more than usual and his chest has filled out more as well. Most men don’t develop their breasts until month 8 but Matt is a special case.

“Thank god you were able to fit me in. I feel like my whole body is about to fall apart.”

You chuckle and hold the door open for him and he waddles past you, heading straight for your massage room.

“I can always make time for my favorite client. Go ahead and get undressed and I’ll be there in a flash. Holler if you need help.”

Matt nods gratefully and pushes inside the room, disappearing behind your well decorated door. It displays one of your favorite landscapes, rolling hills and deep blue skies, littered with so many different colored flowers it almost looks like it’s just paint splatter. But you love it and several of your clients have commented that they feel safer and more relaxed in the environment.

Jessica bumps your shoulder from behind and winks at you, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail. “You’re early today. Couldn’t wait to get your hands on him, could you?”

You roll your eyes and playfully shove her shoulder. “You have no room to talk, Miss ‘I got here at 6 to get myself off’.”

Jess just shrugs and smirks, turning back towards the front of the hall. She tends to have 3-4 clients a day but she made a special exception for her 6 o’clock client that you’d honestly rather not know about.

You just shake your head and grab the few items you need to get started. A bottle of lotion, essential oils, and a few tools that you know Matt enjoys.

The light flashes green next to your door, signaling Matt is ready and you make your way inside.

You open the door slowly, setting your stuff on the counter and find your specialized rolling chair you bought specifically for this job. It had great cushioning for your butt.

Matt, bless his heart, is just struggling out of his underwear and you graciously help him out, kneeling in front of him to pull them the rest of the way down. You blatantly ignore his smaller cock, knowing you’ll deal with it later, and admire his swollen naked body.

Once Matt is situated and sitting on the adjustable massage bed, you take a seat in your own chair and grab your clipboard.

“Alright, let’s see. Says here you’d like a full body + a special package. Do you want anything specific?” You ask, looking back up at a flushed Matt. He truly is a gorgeous little omega. His mate is also hot as fuck and adorable when he comes in for Matt’s appointments.

Matt shyly nods. “I’ve been really struggling with chest pains. Is there…can you help with that?”

“Of course,” you answer kindly. It’s actually one of your favorite things to do here.

“Before we get started, any sore spots I need to avoid?”

Matt nods again and points to his hip. “Doctor said I have an irritated sciatic nerve. It felt a little better this morning but I think it would be better to just leave it alone.”

You nod and mark it on your clipboard and then grab the bottle of lotion. “We’ll start with a simple body massage. Go ahead and get as comfortable as you can. We can adjust the table however you like.”

Matt nods, laying back slowly on the table, his belly sticking straight up in the air. You adjust the back of the table to sit up slightly, giving him a better back rest and then adjust his legs slightly so his belly can rest comfortably between them.

He sighs and lays his head back against the headrest, already relaxing.

This part, the massage and the general trust from the client, always got you excited. They’re always so trusting and eager for relief and you’re more than happy to give it to them.

You start with his legs. His ankles are swollen and probably aching, his calf muscles so tight, but you work at them slowly and firmly, rubbing out the tenseness there. Matt makes cute soft little noises every now and then, a louder moan coming out when you find a particularly tight knot. You can even see his cock starting to stir.

His body is yours to manipulate and you continue up his thighs, squeezing, pressing, and squeezing again, working out every kink and ache. And when your fingers brush up against his cock, he gasps and bites his lip on a moan.

“Just relax,” you whisper softly, your fingers now working on the spots where his thighs meet his hips. “You’ll feel better soon.”

You feel the tenseness leave his thighs again and you smile, brushing your hands between his legs now. His little cock jerks and you cup it, carefully stroking it up and down until it’s hard. Matt whines and his hips jump but you just keep going slowly but surely.

While your hand is busy massaging his cock, you move your other one up to one of Matt’s pretty new breasts. It’s still small, no larger than an A cup, but it rests in your hand perfectly. You brush a thumb against his pert nipple and Matt gasps again, his nipple growing firm just from this.

“Please do that again…it feels so good.”

You do it again, even pinching it a little when Matt lets out a gasping moan. You’re careful but firm as you massage his breast and cock and soon Matt is a flushed mess on the table, the scent of pregnant omega filling the room.

Even to your muted Beta senses, the smell is ripe and you know if Matt didn’t already have a mate, he wouldn’t have a hard time finding one.

You add some more lotion to your hands, smirking at the needy moan that Matt lets out and then you settle your hands right back where they were. Matt’s cock jumps and he whines, spreading his legs.

“Doing ok still?” You ask, checking in with him.

He nods quickly, his eyes closed and his mouth open in a silent gasp. You smile and continue to work him through it, feeling his balls tighten and his thighs tense as his orgasm gets closer.

You continue to rub and twist his cock, your other hand pinching his nipple, and he cries out as he comes, his cock spurting all over his stomach. His ass leaks slick and you smell the ripeness of it.

You help him through the rest of his orgasm, pumping the rest of the come out of his small cock as he whimpers.

As soon as you know he’s okay, you pull away, running a warm rag over his legs and his stomach to clear the mess. “Have you and your mate been doing the prostate stimulation I prescribed?”

Blissed out, Matt smiles. “Every night. Henry enjoys it, maybe even more than me.”

You chuckle. “I can imagine. But just remember not to overdo it. You’re much further along than most men at this stage in pregnancy, and you don’t want to make it too sensitive before you birth.”

He nods, listening intently. It’s his first litter and he tries to keep to every tip and trick in the books. “Is it normal to leak more later in the pregnancy? From my ass I mean.”

A slight flush covers his chest and you trail your eyes over it, enjoying the soft color of it. “Yes definitely normal. Your body is preparing and it’s going to start producing more of everything. Slick, milk, and even hormones. You’ll find yourself getting more horny as time goes on.”

Matt sighs, sitting back against the chair. “More horny? I’m honey enough now as it is. When Henry’s at work I feel like I’ll go stir crazy.”

You nod, making a few notes on your clipboard. “We can provide you some toys to help? I know it’s not the same thing, but it may help take off the intensity at least.”

He thinks about it and then nods. “I’d like that. I’ll stop by the desk on the way out.”

You nod, tossing your clipboard back onto the counter. “Okay let me look at your breasts.”

Matt leans back, no longer shy now that he’s been here so many times.

While they’re still small, they are starting to get more full, rounding out on his chest. His nipples are thicker and red from your ministrations. You massage around one of his small tits and feel his milk glands, stimulating them a bit.

Matt gasps at the feeling, unsure of how to feel.

“I recommend you doing this a few times a week. It’ll help milk production and also take away some of the ache. You’ll start noticing milk coming out as well, and that’s ok. That means they’re working like they’re supposed to.”

“How big are they going to get?” Matt asks, a common question from their male clients.

“It typically depends on the size of the litter, and since you’re a special case, I would say expect them to be at least C cups by the time you give birth.”

Matt’s eyes widen, shock written plain on his face. “A C cup?! I need to get bigger bras.”

You chuckle and continue to massage his breasts. “Once your pups are born, and they start breast feeding, they’ll get a bit bigger, but they will go back down eventually. Most men no longer need bras once their pups are weened off of breast milk.”

He shakes his head, bewildered. “Henry is gonna get a kick out of that one. He already loves them like—ah ow,” he hisses. He looks down and sees where you’re pressing.

“You had a bit of a blockage. I cleared it but we’ll need to keep track of that for future visits.”

He hisses again, feeling relief once you finally move out the blockage and continue your massage. You’re both quiet for the rest of the appointment, Matt clearly in bliss.

You finish up within your allotted hour and busy yourself cleaning as Matt gets dressed. He’s moving easier already, and you know he’s going to have a good night with his mate tonight.

“Take this to the front desk and they’ll help you figure out a toy to help. Also, don’t forget your breast and prostate stimulation,” you advise.

“Thank you so much. I’ll see you again next week?” He asks, taking the paper you offered.

“Yep, same time. Have a good week,” you say, waving goodbye as he makes his way out of the room.

You look at your clipboard, checking your next appointment and the time, and sit back smiling.

It’s going to be a good day.

#pregnancy #my writing #mpreg #short fic #massage #lactation #stimulation #this is incredibly self indulgent #and I’m not sorry

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thecosmicangel · 2 years

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Muladhara 🌱🔴

⚠️ Information provided is from my own opinions and research, please take this information at your own risk and do your own research ⚠️

Root chakra 🌎🌱

Muladhara In Sanskrit means “foundation”

It is the foundation of the physical structure and Energy body.

“Mula” = root

“Adhara” = support or base

The root chakra is the 1st chakra the foundation/base, located between anal outlet and genital organ (coccyx bone/ perineum area). Balancing root chakra creates a solid foundation for opening the chakras above. A firm and strong foundation is important so it can provide stability. If the root chakra is not stabilized one cannot maintain good health, well-being, sense of stability or completeness. If root chakra isn’t balanced everything else is also not balanced or working like it should. Organs related to the root chakra are large intestine, kidneys, bladder, rectum (organs that deal with elimination) sciatic nerve, bottom of the feet, feet, legs, genitals, digestive system, adrenal glands.

Instinctual- emotional survival center

Sense of smell

Flight or fight response

Responsible for fear

Basic needs are food, water, shelter, safety, security

Emotional needs of a person are related to root chakra if blocked, stagnant or imbalanced ➡️ persons sense of belonging to this world can be at risk

not stable or secure foundation ➡️ issues with safety and security

Survival, Safety, Security = Root chakra (activated in womb or birth).

Root chakra ties in with our ancestors. We inherit our ancestors suffering/ trauma through DNA🧬Early life experiences get imprinted on root chakra. Childhood trauma affects root chakra. Any experiences your ancestors or family has had (traumatic) affect root chakra.👵🏽👴🏼👦🏽👧🏽👶🏻

Early childhood trauma

Early childhood instability in family life

Mom or dad leave or are absent in childhood

Moving a lot (homes) 🏠

Frequent sense of not having sufficient food or money (sense of scarcity) 💰

⚠️Sense of scarcity causes you to not enjoy what you have ⚠️

- compulsive shopping or hoarding

Imbalances in root chakra ⛔️

Anxiety, fears, nightmares

Loss of energy, insecure, restless, low self esteem, depression, suicidal thoughts 💭 ⬇️🪫

Physical imbalances manifest as problems in the colon, bladder , constipation, lower back, leg, feet issues

Eating disorders can be a sign of root chakra imbalances

For men prostate problems can occur

Weight, sciatica, hemorrhoids and knee problems

Healing/ Balance/ Remedies ⚖️

Meditation, and connection with your higher self and trust in a higher power 🧘🏽‍♀️🧘🏻🧘🏻‍♂️

Smell is the sense connected to root chakra so focus on tip of your nose to help align root chakra 👃

Yoga, mantras,crystals (Garnet, red jasper, black tourmaline, bloodstone, Smoky quartz, hemitite, obsidian, malachite ) 🔮

Kegel exercises

LAM (sound)

Sound of drums 🥁

Red color associated with root chakra 🔴

Add more red food to your nutrition (root vegetables)🍓🍒🍎🌶🍉🥩🍄🍅🍝🥔🥕

Pelvic & lower back exercises

Grounding, connect with earth through physical activity outdoors or in nature ( swimming in a lake, walking barefoot on grass) 🏊🏼‍♀️🌷🌹🌻🌴🌼☘️🍃🌳

Psychotherapy, reiki healing, affirmations, sound vibration (drums)

Essential oils/ incense myrrh, ginger, rosemary, sandalwood, ylang ylang

Asana yoga poses ( yin yoga)

Moving body- dancing 🕺🏻💃🏻🪩

Slow down go with the flow 🌊

Animal proteins( or any proteins in general ) tofu.

Beef, chicken, turkey, eggs

Care for body

Get full body massage

Acupressure on feet & legs

Moving body

Journal work

Eat healthy food ( sweets/sugary foods lead to not having a strong root chakra 🛑) overindulge or emotional eating. Eat foods to nourish your body.

Clean home/space

Connect with ancestor( not only immediate family) go back approx 10 generations back, connect energetically. Some of us have powerful ancestors that were healers, kings, queens, priestess ect… 👑🔮🌱🌳🧬

Work on healing family trauma

Healthy root chakra

Feels grounded & connected with Earth/ Nature 🌎🌱

Feels comfortable in your own skin. Feeling confident

A good healthy root chakra strengthens reproductive functions, adrenal glands, bladder, hips, knees & ankles

Self-confidence, strong identity

Feeling safe and secure in any situation

Closed Root

Flighty, emotionally scattered

Not settled on particular projects

Too open

Depressed or sleep a lot