#hair brushing

[dozydawn]

#hair play #hair brushing #scalp massage #morningasmr #oh god i hate the ‘more posts like this’ below this i knew this would happen #1k

[shepherds-of-haven]

Who in the shepards is good with hair? Who is willing to help MC do their hair if asked? Who is gentle with a brush and who brushes hair like a mum lol

Blade: is he good with hair? the results speak for themselves

but he is very gentle and tender about brushing and is good at braiding if you tell him it's the same principle as making a rope!

Trouble: he's not a good hair stylist, but he's happy to help brush your hair if asked! Just don't bring him into it if there's lots of complicated pins and structures involved. He's gentle with brushing and can fumble a ponytail or braid together well enough, but it will be crooked and will come out at some point

Tallys: probably the gentlest with hair of them all, she can style neat, simple things (braids and crowns or simple up-dos are fine, but not really complicated hairstyles or pompadours or anything like that). having your hair brushed by her is like going to a head spa and you are very likely to fall asleep! She's very happy to do it, too, it's probably one of her favorite things to do as a couple!

Shery: she's good at doing hair and is gentle about it, though perhaps a little over-anxious about hurting you and will check in too frequently with, "Does this hurt?" "Did I pull too hard? I'm so sorry!!" She can manage lots of different hairstyles though, it's very impressive!

Riel: he is not the person to ask for you to do or handle your hair, lol. He wouldn't enjoy it and I suspect neither would you... the concept of getting your ✨ hair oils ✨ all over his hands is distressing to him. It is definitely not something he'd willingly do and he would be frankly puzzled that you'd ask, there's like 20 staff members and servants on hand at his house at any given time that are more suited for helping you with that!

Chase: he's surprisingly gentle with hair and is good at doing hairstyles too! He takes more time with it when he's intimate lovers with someone (and probably uses it as a method of seduction) but can do it for platonic friends too!

Red: he's gentle, but unpracticed; he could manage a braid just from mentally reasoning through it, but please don't ask him to do anything more complicated than that lol

Ayla: she'll reluctantly help you if you're really close, but I don't think you'd want her to, she brushes hair like a mom 🥲 and don't ask her to do anything fancy with it, either!!!

Briony: she's gentle at hair brushing but hopeless about doing hair, even if you ask her to do a ponytail, which you'd think she'd be quite good at... it's like tying a tie on someone else, it's different than her habitual, unthinking movements and ends up giving her the yips! She's just neutral about being asked to do it, though, it's not something she particularly enjoys but she enjoys the closeness and intimacy it conveys (as long as they take turns)!

Lavinet: I mentioned this in this ask and this one, but although Lavinet enjoys braiding/doing hair for fun, she doesn't like being asked to do so by someone, as she views it as a bit servantile or demeaning unless she offers or does it of her own volition first! Like she's fine if you come up to her and say, "Hey, does my hair look okay for this ball?" and then she'll sort of sigh and fuss at it and comb it more neatly or style it better, tutting all the while, but she won't really like it if you approach her and say, "Could you sit behind me and braid my hair into a French plait?" --Something she knows you're perfectly capable of doing yourself, but presumably just don't feel like it. She's not used to doing hair on other people at first, but with practice she becomes quite the expert at it. She doesn't really enjoy brushing hair though as a bonding/intimacy activity and would prefer for it to be the other way around, and when she does it, she's quite firm, neither particularly gentle nor really hard!

Halek: gentle with hair and surprisingly adept at doing hairstyles, too, probably the best out of all the guys!

#Shepherds of Haven #hair #hair brushing #braid #braiding #all characters

[talos-stims]

alexmoonsun on ig | source

#talos gifs #stim gifs #stim #hair stim #hair #dyed hair #irl hands #irl people #purple #purple stim #rainbow #holo #holographic #iridescent #hair brushing #gif ids #id in alt

[plvuii]

Muichiro asks you to brush his hair

Once again *HEAVILY* inspired by @theyslaydemons > . <

As a fellow Hashira, you had always admired Muichiro's unique hair from afar, fascinated by its black hue tinged with an ombre aqua at the tips. So when he approached you one day, a hint of nervousness in his eyes, and asked if you would be willing to brush his hair, you couldn't help but feel honored and touched by his trust.

"It looks like you've had quite the intense training session, Muichiro," you teased, noting the disheveled state of his hair. "But I'd be happy to help you untangle those knots."

Muichiro's gaze met yours, his usual calm demeanor slightly faltering. "Thank you, ___. My hair gets tangled easily, and I thought maybe you could lend a hand."

A warm smile formed on your lips as you reached for the brush. "Of course, Muichiro. Consider it my way of repaying you for all the times you've supported me."

Sitting side by side in a secluded corner of a garden, you carefully held the brush in your hand, feeling a mix of excitement and responsibility. Muichiro's normally stoic expression softened as he looked at you, a hint of vulnerability shining through. He had entrusted you with a task that held significance to him, and you were determined to make it a pleasant experience.

With gentle movements, you started running the brush through his ebony locks, mindful of the tangles that awaited you. Muichiro closed his eyes, his face relaxing as he surrendered to your care.

"You're really good at this," Muichiro murmured, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I never realized how soothing it could be to have someone brush my hair."

You chuckled softly, continuing your careful strokes. "Well, you deserve a moment of relaxation, Muichiro. You work tirelessly for the Demon Slayer Corps, and it's important to take care of yourself."

The soft bristles glided through his hair, untangling the knots with ease. Muichiro let out a contented sigh, his tense muscles gradually easing as you worked your way through his locks. The tingling sensation against his scalp sent a shiver down his spine, a gentle reminder that he wasn't alone in this journey.

"You have an enjoyable touch, ___," Muichiro murmured—repeating his earlier thought—his voice was barely above a whisper. "I never realized how therapeutic brushing one's hair could be."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you continued to brush his hair. "It seems like brushing your hair helps you remember, Muichiro."

He blinked, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Remember what?"

You smiled gently, understanding his tendency to forget. "Remember the soothing sensation, the calmness it brings. Each time you repeat your sentiment, it's like rediscovering the joy all over again."

Muichiro's features relaxed, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "I suppose you're right. I tend to forget things easily."

You continued the rhythmic motion of the brush, the sound of bristles against hair filling the air. "No need to worry, Muichiro. I'll be here to remind you, to create these peaceful moments whenever you need them."

As you continued to brush his hair, a sense of tranquility enveloped the space around you. The worries and hardships of their world faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in that peaceful moment. It was a testament to the bond forged through battles, a connection that went beyond mere words.

Muichiro's eyes remained closed, his breathing steady. "You have a calming presence, ___. Thank you for always understanding and being there for me."

Your hand stilled for a moment, your heart swelling with gratitude. "We’re comrades, Muichiro. I'm grateful to have you, Muichiro. We're in this together, always."

In that silent understanding, you both found solace. The brush gently glided through his hair one final time before you set it aside, your hand resting on his shoulder, a reassurance of your unwavering support.

As you sat there, basking in the quiet tranquility, you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. In this shared moment, you provided Muichiro with more than just a simple hairbrush. You had given him a reminder of his worth, his strength, and the profound connection you shared as fellow warriors.

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[piningoverapines]

scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle.

summary: Finn gets his hair braided by the reader.

note: this is dedicated to hannah, sorry for taking so long to write this!!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke, the sun was beaming in through an open window, and you could feel your face against your boyfriend's chest. He took deep breaths as you lie against him, you looked back at him, wondering why he was doing so. His brows were furrowed, but as soon as he saw that you were awake, his breathing started to become much more regular. You looked at him for a couple of minutes before beginning to speak. 

“you okay?” you asked, laughing softly while doing so, his eyes widened before responding. 

“Yeah? Why wouldnt I be?” he questioned, smiling as he did so, you could see the gaps between his teeth as he spoke. 

“You were just, breathing heavily. I don't know, I just wanted to check” you responded, looking at him as you smiled. 

“I was trying to, uh, not wake you up” Finn reassured you, beginning to sit up.

As he sat up you realized that he hadn't worn his hat to bed last night, meaning his long hair was out, and well, rather messy. 

“Oh… finn, your hair..” you said with a smile, reaching out to touch it. He raised one of his brows at you and grabbed your wrist before your hand touched his hair. 

“What? What's wrong with it?” Finn spluttered out as he put one of his hands in his hair, his expression dropping as he did so.

“Nothing it's just… messy, has your hair never been knotted before?” you asked, perplexed. He shook his head.

“That’s- whatever, can I brush it for you?” you asked, as his hand loosened around your wrist, letting you put it back at your side. 

“Uhhh, sure” Finn faltered, confusion evident on his face, though he still managed to say it with a smile. You reached for your bag before Finn grabbed it for you and handed it to you, you unzipped it and began to rummage around in it, looking for your hair brush.

“Now- it might hurt a bit, so.. Uhh, just tell me when to stop when it hurts too much, okay?” you crooned, grabbing a black brush from out of your bag, he still looked worried, but knew you wouldnt do anything to hurt him.

You sat behind him before slowly beginning to brush his blond, glossy hair. He twitched as he felt the brush run through his knotted hair, his eyes watering slightly from the pain. You continued to brush his hair, running the brush from the bottom up. He squeaked as the brush ran through a knot, placing one of his hands onto the couch, grabbing at the fabric. He stuttered out soft, small ‘ow’’s, but after a few more brushes, his hair was finally proper. 

“There, it's all brushed out” you added, running a hand through his silky hair. He pulled his hand off of the couch and put it back on his lap. “Do you mind if I braid your hair?”

“No, not at all!” he quickly blurted out, not wanting you to stop, enjoying how your hands felt as they went through his hair. You smiled and began to separate his slick blond hair into three separate parts, before beginning to braid it. 

“So, do you and Jake have anything planned for today?” you asked, trying to make small talk while your hands delicately braided his hair. 

“Hmmm, I don't think so, I mean, most of the time, we don't even plan to do anything, someone just asks us to, but when they don't… we just stay home and play BMO, like, all day,” Finn responded, a smile forming on his face as he spoke. You smiled, hearing the excitement in his voice was adorable.

“Ohhh, why don't you ever invite me over to play BMO?” you questioned in a teasing manner,  his smile dropping as you said it.

“I um, I didn't know you wanted to, sorry” Finn stammered out, and you laughed softly behind him.

“I'm kidding, Finn, you don't have to do everything with your girlfriend if you don't want to” you reassured him, blush emerging on his face as you refer to yourself as his girlfriend. 

“O-oh, I knew that, I do wanna play BMO with you, though,” he admitted, fidgeting with his shirt hem as he talked. 

“Well, you have nothing planned today, right?” you suggested, his eyes widened, and he smiled. You finished his braid, tying a blue hair tie tightly around the end of it. “There you go, now you don't have to worry about it getting knotted while you sleep.”

Finn spun himself around so he was facing you, and looked you in the eyes, smiling ear to ear from your suggestion earlier. 

“Wow, you look so pretty” you cooed, the blush on his face only getting redder. You moved your hands to cup his face while you spoke. His smile and blush were adorable as he struggled to speak. 

“Thank you” Finn whispered, placing one of his hands on yours as it held his face. You planted a soft kiss on his forehead before you spoke. 

“you’re welcome” you replied, your voice weak, hardly above a whisper. 

“So, what do you two want for breakfast?” Jake, Finn's brother, a yellow, English bulldog, ribbed, causing you to instantly pull your hands away from Finn's face. And causing Finn to let out a squeaky, high-pitched scream. 

Jake chuckled before repeating himself, Finn turning his head to look at Jake as he spoke, before turning to look back at you. 

“I'll have whatever you have, Finn” you blurted out, not certain what they had. Finn turned back to Jake and smiled before speaking.

“Pancakes,” Finn replied, but before turning back to you, he began to speak again. “Wait- Jake, how long were you standing there?” 

“Long enough to know that she thinks you look pretty with your hair in a braid.” Jake teased. Finn's face went maroon as you started to laugh, you put a hand on his shoulder and began to rub it comfortingly, still laughing as he continued to get redder.

#piningoverapines #writing #fanfiction #finn the human #finn mertens #finn x reader #finn adventure time #adventure time #hair braiding #hair brushing

[wangxianficrecs]

lan xichen is very concerned (and confused) by theninjacat

lan xichen is very concerned (and confused)

by theninjacat

T, 3k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Xichen isn’t sure what to make of this new version of his brother. or wangxian time travel from a universe where the sunshot campaign went on for years. confusing many people. the sects spy on them after one of the war meetings. Kay's comments: This short story was super interesting to read and I always enjoy a good outsider's pov! I really enjoyed being in Lan Xichen's head, so to speak, and have him react to his time-travelling brother and Wei Wuxian. I really loved the way Wangxian were depicted too and how they treated their time-travel, it felt very realistic, grounded and in-character. Excerpt: Still, his gaze catches on Wangji. His brother looks… content. Expression relaxed, gazed fixed on Wei Wuxian, the Wangji in the image is far different than the one Lan Xichen encounters in the war meetings. Here, his body lacks the tension that lines his brother’s shoulders in each meeting, the barely controlled irritation at unnecessary questions and taunting barbs, the stiffness that inhabits his actions when asked about the war, the dark expression that Lan Xichen catches once or twice when the two reveal information about the future they do not mean to. Wangji looks calm, curious even as he converses with Wei Wuxian, and their conversation gradually comes to a close as they wander closer to the area the image captures.

canon divergence, time travel fix-it, pov lan xichen, pre-relationship, ambiguos/open ending, pre-sunshot campaign, cultivation sect politics, genius wei wuxian, inventor wei wuxian, time travelling lan wangji, time travelling wei wuxian, tenderness, domestic fluff, pov outsider, hair brushing

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[kimberleesanity]

Momiplier brushing Mark's hair then almost flying off the chair when she sits down. XD <3 <3 <3 LMAO #love ^_^

#markiplier #mark fischbach #momiplier #lol #lmao #so cute #so funny #fave #personal #hair brushing #love #i love you

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

classic marcia |1970|

#gif #the brady bunch #marcia brady #classic marcia #1970 #hair brushing #brushing hair #classic television

[seasalt-dreams-edits]

Peking Duck Stimboard

Requested by: Mod BB

Icon source

 X  |  X  |  X

 X  |  O  |  X

 X  |  X  |  X

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[elisegravesbondageliberation]

Margot Rose and I in "Denim Demons" by Mondo Fetiche

#hair brushing #denim #jeans

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

#💙 sugar life posting 🌙 #stimming #stimblr #stim #stimmy #gifsets #gifs #hair #hairstyles #hair dye #dyed hair #silver #rainbow #rainbows #brushing #combing #hair brushing #hair combing

[an-experienced-gentleman]

When your partner brushes your hair.

Six Sexy Words

#six sexy words #ssw #partner #hair #brushing #hair brushing #intimacy

[killyridols]

la beauté (d’après courbet) by chechu álava, 2022, oil on linen, 50 × 61 centimeters

#chechu álava #spanish art #painting #oil painting #people #hair #hair brushing #2020s

[belvedia02]

Hair Brushing

Enid después de las caricias que estaba recibiendo en su espalda, se había relajado a tal grado que estaba casi por quedarse dormida nuevamente, si no fuera porque Wednesday había dicho una simple pregunta, habría vuelto a adormilarse.

—¿Lograste conciliar el sueño después de la pesadilla? — Wednesday quería creer que así fue y que estuvo tan relajada que hasta se había acercado a ella para darle un medio abrazo.

—Sí— Contestó simplemente y casi susurrando, deseaba que estos minutos fueran eternos.

—Me alegro, ahora… —Wednesday no tenía la forma de saber con exactitud la hora y no quería romper el cálido abrazo, así que siguió acariciando la espalda de Enid— Debemos obtener tu desayuno y mi taza de café.

Enid tuvo que deshacer el abrazo para mirar a Wednesday y darle una respuesta.

— ¿Ya te sientes mejor? — Enid observó su semblante y supuso que ya se había recuperado, pues las ojeras debajo de sus ojos eran casi inexistentes y la palidez de su rostro no era tan notorio como el día anterior, al contario, podía estar segura que sus mejillas tenían un leve color rojo.

—Me siento mejor, gracias a tus cuidados — Le respondió mientras mantenía fija su vista en los ojos azules de Enid.

— Cuando gustes — Enid tuvo el impulso de una vez más besar la frente de su amiga, pero se abstuvo.  Se separó de ella y se levantó — Iré a bañarme y te traeré tu café — Iba saliendo de la habitación cuando Wednesday la detuvo llamándola.

—Enid, espera — Se sentó en el borde de la cama. — Prefiero bajar a la cocina y acompañarte— Wednesday amaba la rutina de las mañanas incluso estando su familia presente, era un ambiente que disfrutaba sinceramente.

—No tienes que levantarte, no tengo problemas en traer tu café— Enid le ofreció esta alternativa para seguir cuidándola.

—No deseo estar más en cama, te aseguro que me siento mejor — Wednesday decía la verdad, gracias a la medicina que tenía su madre y le había dado las instrucciones a Enid, ya se había recuperado.

—Si así lo prefieres, vendré a buscarte para que bajemos juntas. — Wednesday asintió con la cabeza y Enid cerró la puerta.

Wednesday pudo sentir que sus movimientos eran más lentos de lo acostumbrado. Debe ser por el día que estuve en cama. Pensó mientras caminaba hacia el baño, anhelaba una ducha tibia. Deshaciendo sus trenzas y desvistiéndose, se dio una ducha más larga de lo habitual.

Enid se había sentado en su cama, aún procesando la anoche anterior y volviendo a sonrojarse por la íntima posición en la que se despertó. Sonrío como una adolescente enferma de amor. Se tiró de espaldas y se cubrió los ojos con sus antebrazos, por la inconmensurable emoción que sentía. Se contuvo para no gritar.

Al cabo de algunos minutos ya se sentía más tranquila y fue hasta el baño para darse primero una ducha de agua fría y después una caliente.

Wednesday escogió un vestido blanco para el día veraniego. Cuando se estaba secando su cabello, Enid entró sin ningún aviso.

—Wends… — Estaba sorprendida por verla sin sus características trenzas.

— Enid… todavía no estoy lista — Tartamudeó al sentirse nerviosa ante la profunda mirada que le estaba dando Enid.

Carraspeó levemente antes de hablar — Así veo… — Se acercó hacia donde estaba sentada Wednesday, en mitad de su cama. — ¿Quieres que te ayude? — Enid de pronto le brotó la necesidad de tocarle el pelo, porque nunca la había visto con su cabello suelto.

—¿Ayudarme con qué? — Preguntó sorprendida.

—A secar y peinar tu cabello— Enid se atrevió en poner en palabras otro de sus más profundos deseos.

—Enid, soy capaz de hacerlo perfectamente — Contestó con seriedad, porque nunca le gustó que nadie le tocará su cabello, sin embargo al ver que el rostro de Enid había cambiado a uno de tristeza, se rectificó de inmediato. — Como dije estoy apta para hacerlo yo misma, pero me di cuenta que mis movimientos son más lentos de lo usual, así que para no retrasar más nuestro desayuno, permitiré que me peines.

— ¿De verdad? — Preguntó entusiasmada.

— Solo si me permites peinarte también— Wednesday vio que Enid solo había quitado el exceso de agua de su cabello, pero no llevaba ningún peinado, así que se ofreció para hacerlo.

—¡Absolutamente sí! — Respondió casi gritando.

Wednesday le indicó el lugar donde guardaba el secador de pelo, el espejo y su peine. Enid sin perder tiempo fue a buscarlos y volvió hasta donde estaba su amiga.

— Bien, empezaré por secarte el pelo — Enid encendió el secador a una temperatura baja, solo con su mano derecha fue moviendo el cabello de Wednesday para secarlo. Mientras estaba bajo el delicado cuidado de Enid, Wednesday cerró los ojos para disfrutar del momento.

Enid por su parte quedó maravillada ante lo sedoso que era el largo cabello color azabache de Wednesday, no sabía que productos se aplicaba o solo tenía el privilegio de tenerlo así de forma natural, no como ella.

Detuvo el secado por unos momentos — Tienes un cabello tan bonito Wends— Elogió a su amiga.

—Gracias, también me gusta el tuyo — Lo dijo sinceramente.

— ¿De verdad?, pues tengo que cuidarlo más que el tuyo— Preguntó Enid. Wednesday se giró para mirarla— Lo digo de verdad y cuidarlo… ¿por qué?

—Pues verás, no es mi color natural — Confesó, solo Yoko sabía de este secreto, cuando descubrió unas fotos de cuando era niña.

—Claramente no lo es, nadie puede tener las puntas de su cabello de color rosa y lila. — Dijo ante lo imposible del hecho de obtener esas tonalidades de forma natural.

— Jajajaja, no Wends no es eso — Hizo una pausa — Mejor te muestro para que me creas— Enid sacó el teléfono del bolsillo de sus pantalones y buscó en su galería una de las pocas fotos que tenía de su niñez.  Cuando la encontró se la mostró a su roomie.

Wednesday esperaba ver a una niña de cabellos rubios y expresivos ojos azules, en cambio lo que vio fue a una niña de cabello castaño y rizado. Los ojos parecían ser una tonalidad más verde.

— Ahora sabes uno de mis más oscuros secretos. — Enid le dijo en broma mientras Wednesday le regresaba el teléfono.

—Ese color se adaptaba bastante bien, ¿por qué decidiste cambiarlo? — Wednesday volvió a darle la espalda a Enid, quien le estaba cepillando delicadamente su cabello.  

— Digamos que fue por rebeldía, mi madre estaba en contra de que le hiciera algún cambio a mi cabello y cómo ya había pasado mi edad límite para mi primera transformación según el alfa de nuestra manada, pues lo hice para que ella sí tuviera un buen motivo para criticarme. — Enid le gustaba su color castaño, lo que nunca fue de su agrado era su estilo rizado, así que tenía que alisarlo cada vez que se lo lavaba.

— No sé como no me di cuenta antes que tienes el cabello así— Wednesday creyó que sabía todo o casi todo acerca de Enid, pero con este detalle, ese pensamiento le trajo nuevas dudadas acerca de que más aspectos de la vida de Enid podía desconocer.

— Quizás porque siempre pasas bastante tiempo fuera de nuestra habitación y aprovecho esos momentos de alisarlo o teñirlo, en la habitación de Yoko. — Enid deslizó sus dedos por la cabellera de Wednesday, asegurándose que estuviera completamente desenredado.

— Listo, ahora solo falta trenzarlo — Enid lo dijo para asegurarse que también Wednesday le había permitido peinarlo.

— Adelante — Wednesday dijo con calma.

Enid esta vez fue hacia el lado derecho para trenzar esa parte del cabello y luego el izquierdo. El proceso no duró más de unos cuantos minutos y al verlo finalizado, se sintió orgullosa por el resultado.

—Listo— Le entregó el espejo a Wednesday para que se mirara.

— Gracias Enid, quedó perfectamente— A Wednesday en verdad no le importaba si a Enid no le quedaba exactamente como ella lo trenzaba, sin embargo se acercó a la forma en que ella lo hacía. Quizás solo le falta más práctica. Pensó.

—Bien ahora sí podemos bajar a desayunar— Enid estaba guardando el peine, el secador de pelo y el espejo desde donde los había sacado.

— Espera, ahora es tu turno— Wednesday le dijo a Enid donde tenía que sentarse. Fue a buscar otro peine y comenzó a cepillarle el cabello. Esta vez tomó menos tiempo que el suyo, pero aun así disfruto de lo íntimo de tal situación.

@choicesprompts

#choicesprompts #flufftober2023 #wenclair #fanfic #hair brushing

[this-wrecker-this-crafter]

"Sit still, Jon, you’ll make it worse if you fidget,” Jervis chided gently, dabbing at Jonathan's face with a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover.

Jonathan grumbled under his breath. He made no move to pull away from the ministrations, but his grip on Jervis's wrists remained firm, the needles of his aerosolizers glinting in the light of the mansion's grand living room. "It's pointless," he muttered, more to himself than to Jervis. "The mask goes right back on after this. It's not like anyone's going to see my face anyway."

"But it's not healthy," Jervis insisted, fingers deftly working to remove the smeared makeup. "Your skin needs care, my dear March Hare, whether your face is hidden behind a mask or not."

Comfortably ensconced on the sofa with a glass of whiskey, Oswald watched the scene with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Quite the curious duo we have here, wouldn't you say, Ed?"

Edward looked up from a stack of papers he’d been perusing. "Indeed. A dynamic that defies simple explanation, much like our own."

“A simple explanation, you say,” Oswald chuckled, leaning back. "But if I know you, you’ll have a far more complicated one whirring away in that giant brain of yours. Enlighten me; what do you make of it?"

"Consider this," Edward began, his tone growing more animated with each word. "Are you familiar with the concept of grooming in the animal kingdom?"

Oswald furrowed his brow, perplexed by the sudden shift in conversation. "Grooming?"

Edward nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, yes. It's fascinating, really. A delicate balance of power." He leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Did you know that rabbits show dominance by allowing themselves to be groomed?"

Oswald's interest piqued. "Oh?"

Edward nodded again. "Cats, on the other hand, assert dominance by grooming others." He gestured subtly toward Jervis and Jonathan. "Ergo. It's a bit of a paradox, isn't it?"

"So they both think they hold the reigns," Oswald concluded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he connected the dots. "No wonder Jonathan lets Jervis fuss over him."

Edward grinned. “Precisely. And yet, he clings to those aerosolizers like a security blanket. A skittish rabbit indeed."

"So, who's really in charge?" Oswald mused aloud, his gaze returning to Jervis and Jonathan. "The rabbit or the cat?"

Edward's grin widened as he leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Ah, but that's the beauty of it, Oswald. They each believe they do."

As if on cue, Jonathan's fingers tightened around Jervis's wrists. Jervis didn't seem to mind, though, his attention focused solely on his task as he finished removing the last smudges of black from Jonathan's pale skin. 

"There we go, all clean," he declared, a hint of pride in his voice. “Now onto the mane, my dear Mr. Crane. Let's tame these lovely tresses of yours, shall we?"

Jonathan tensed, his grip tightening further. “No.”

"Easy there, my dear March Hare," Jervis cooed, unfazed by the tension.

“No.” Jonathan’s fingers hovered over his aerosolizers.

Jervis met the wary gaze calmly. "Jonathan."

"I'll do it," Jonathan muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of warning. “You know I will.”

Undeterred, Jervis leaned in closer, smiling serenely. "I know, Jon, I know. But there's no need for drastic measures. Does this not always brings you pleasure?”

Jonathan hesitated for a moment, fingers twitching near the triggers, before relenting with a resigned sigh. "Fine, but make it quick."

With a triumphant grin, Jervis picked up a brush and began to work through Jonathan's thick locks, his gentle humming filling the room as he went. Jonathan’s eyes slipped shut, relaxing almost immediately into the comfort of the rhythmic motions. 

Across the room, Oswald and Edward exchanged knowing looks, and Oswald tossed back the last of his whiskey. 

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[em-writes-stuff]

touch starved

@febuwhump day 1

characters: caretaker, whumpee

warnings: none

196 words

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“Caretaker?” Whumpee asks, voice quiet and wavering. 

He looks over at them with a soft smile, “Yes, love?”

Whumpee looks down at their hands and shakes their head, “Never mind. It’s stupid. Sorry for bothering you.” 

“Whumpee,” Caretaker says. “What did we talk about?” 

They exhale slowly and look up, “Nothing is stupid.” 

“Good. So what is it?” 

“Can-can you brush my hair? It’s tangled and I can’t do it.” They rush. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, I-I can figure something out probably. It’s no big deal.” 

“Whumpee-” he interrupts, “Of course I’ll do it.” 

He hops up from the couch and returns moments later with a brush in hand. He sits down and gently guides Whumpee in front of him so he can brush their hair. 

They lean into his touch, letting their eyes close as he sections their hair. 

“Tell me if it hurts, ok?” he says softly. 

They nod and pick at their fingers as he brushes through the tangles. He works slowly, working tirelessly to untangle every knot. 

Whumpee leans their head against his leg once he’s finished with one side and by the time he’s finished, they’re snoring softly.

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