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Hello ! You can call me Tima !
About me :
Girl, she/her
6teen
ISTJ
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Hey everyone
@murderous-goose decided to have a blackout on the 13th and 14th since Tumblr keeps banning people
I agree, it sucks
Cant be a queer website without the queer people in the website now, can we?
Welp, tag bomb we need the post to spread!
hiiii @domaystic! this is my scene for day [21]: hairbrushing ✨
fandom/pairing: jjk; satosugu
satoru forces suguru to sit through a hair combing session (and bribes him with a massage).
word count: 1.4K
ao3 / masterlist
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“Suguru~?” Satoru sung sign-song like—the syllables stretched out, poking his head from the door way cheekily. On the couch sat his husband, who didn’t look up at the sudden interruption he called ‘the love of his life’, only lazily turning the page of his novel he was previously buried in.
“What now, Satoru?”, he asked exasperatedly, tired narrow purple eyes flickering towards him away from his page, bothered by the disruption of his much needed and highly valued peace and quiet.
“I got you something new~”, he continued, creeping closer to the couch with a hand behind his back, probably hiding an object from Suguru’s view. He tried to guess it as Satoru sat himself next to him, getting unnecessarily close into his personal space—so close their legs brushed, the romantic notion doing nothing to ease Suguru’s grumpy mood.
“Oh god, please don’t tell me”—he grimaced immediately, thinking and fearing about all the possibilities of what Satoru could’ve have gotten him—but his eyes lit up in surprise as Satoru retrieved the object from behind his back.
“A…hairbrush?”
The white-haired nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah I noticed how crusty your old one is.”, he smirked, animatedly talking and moving his hands around, comb almost flying. “So I got you a new one!”, he winked, pushing the object into Suguru’s already full hands. “Now try it!”, he demanded, glimmer in his eyes in await.
“Sure?” Suguru sighed in agreement, both eyebrows raised in annoyance, finally placing his novel down, the metal bookmark clattering onto the coffee table.
Satoru watched as Suguru took out his scrunchie, how his messy and tousled long dark hair fell into a waterfall of black behind him—still silky after having not thoroughly combed it through and tossed it into a messy low bun.
After short preparation, and some heavy sighs, he reached out for the brush his childish (but that was part of his charm) husband was seemingly handing to him—but Satoru suddenly pulled it back, thoughtful, his face docile, probably thinking about a entirely different thing. “Better idea, let me brush it for you.”, he suggested, his hands clapping enthusiastically, despite the brush trapped between his palms.
Suguru frowned slightly, his tired purple eyes narrowing. “You don’t even brush your hair.”, he exposed him, running a tired hand over his face, rubbing the corner of his eye for some secretion. He hadn’t slept well that night. “What do you know about brushing”—
Satoru smiled, pressing a finger onto Suguru’s soft pinkish lips, interrupting him with a small shush. “I’ll give you a massage.”, he negotiated, a smirk already forming on his face, knowing the answer that he was going to receive already.
“…deal.”, Suguru gave in, hardly hesitant, trying to sound vary of Satoru’s eagerness but his answer came out too impulsive. Satoru’s head massages were just one of the many talents Satoru’s hands could do.
Satoru grinned in triumph, shifting himself on the couch. Suguru sunk onto the floor, his butt meeting the cold hardwood floor under them. His head was between Satoru’s knees—correction—his thighs now that his head was tilted back slightly, sinking into the cushions of their new couch. Satoru ran his fingers through the thick black strands, collecting them from the nape of his husband’s neck. He took a part in his hand, running the new comb onto beloved soft hair, careful and gentle—with all the time in the world.
After a while, the brushing sound made Suguru partially relaxed, yet a soft yank pulled him back out into discomfort. “Satoru—you’re pulling.”, he sounded grumpy as he held the back of his head where Satoru ‘yanked’ it.
“Your hair is tangled.”, Satoru stated the obvious, face all innocent as if he didn’t just pull out a few (damaged) strands.
Suguru frowned at him with a pout. “Then stop brushing”—
—“No.”, he persistently relented, continuing to brush his hair in slow consisted movements. And after a while Suguru found himself relaxing again, tension easing out of him ever so slightly, until Satoru spoke up.
“Why do you have so much hair?”, he complained slightly, parting hair segments again, treating his husband’s hair combing like a special grade mission.
“Genetics.”, he mumbled. He had closed his eyes, finally calm and soothed enough to relax fully, not having been able to all day from some of the housework he still needed to tend to.
“I swear they’re multiplying by the second.”, Satoru’s muttered under his breath, taking in the thick black strands. If he had such long hair he would be struggling to comb them as well. Hell, he’d tie it up and not even bother.
But it was Suguru. And Suguru deserves all his care. Even if he’s not good at it.
“There’s some hair already on the hairbrush.”, he reported what he was seeing, picking a few strands from the bamboo comb, rubbing them between his fingers.
Suguru didn’t see a reason to open his eye. “That’s normal.”, he commented.
Satoru exhaled sharply, running his fingers around Suguru’s ears to brush the hair behind them. Then he threaded his fingers in the hair, carefully running through them to check for knots in case he missed any. “I think you’re stressing yourself out too much.”, he murmured, setting the brush aside as he played around with the hair, throwing it over Suguru’s shoulder. “I read it can lead to hair loss.”
“Wow thank you, didn’t know I married an asshole.”, Suguru sarcastically replied to the indirect insult. He opened his eyes, rolling them now. His voice sounded annoyed but he knew Satoru meant well with that. He knew the man very well to know where his intentions were.
“I’m just worried okay?”, he whined as he pressed his lips at Suguru’s hairline, the movement having forced the ravenett’s head to lean on his lap. Then he parted, head suspended over Suguru still, as they locked eye contact for a second. “Now for the massage I promised.”, he winked and Suguru couldn’t help a small smile escape onto his lips.
“You give the best ones.”, he breathed out, remembering a few sessions they had over the years they have known each other.
“I know!” Starting with the head, ge ran his fingers on Suguru’s scalp, rubbing and Suguru leaned back, eyes closed, groaning softly.
“You like it, don’t you.”, Satoru teased, bending his head over to look at Suguru’s relaxed face, almost studying his facial features while admiring his beauty.
Suguru hummed delayed, tension easing his muscles as Satoru moved slightly to the back of his head. Satoru’s soft fingertips rubbed slightly against the smooth skin, breaking up whatever pent-up stress Suguru was keeping to himself.
“You’re like a cat right now.”, he spoke after a while, a pleased grin still on his face.
“…I’m not.”, Suguru slowly replied, sighing in relief as Satoru.
—“You’re literally purring.”, he laughed to himself, the sound fresh in the room.
“…I am not.”, Suguru opened his eyes just to roll them at him.
He was definitely though…much to his denial.
Silence settled in between them as Satoru kneaded harder into the tense muscles at this shoulders, repetitive movements. To Suguru they were just as painful as it was relief and it made him sharply inhale or exhale based on the spots he massaged. He let out a sound almost like a groan as Satoru moved closer to the nape of his neck., warm fingers grazing the area.
“Oh that’s the spot.” Suguru moaned as he finally pressed the tense area, tensing up slightly from the pressure.
And they sat there, fingers digging into smooth skin, loosening up tense muscles from months of work stress. Between his hands Suguru was nothing but relaxed, leaning into the warm hands at his upper back.
“Don’t stop.”, he mumbled after a while, half-asleep, finally relaxing enough. As if they could just sit there forever in their domestic bubble not having to worry about work, society for once.
Satoru exhaled, satisfied with what he did. He brushed hair out of Suguru’s face as he leaned over, pressing a soft kiss into his hairline, whispering against his skin.
