Judar Scenarios and One Shots

So Soft

Summary:

anonymous asked:

SFW "your hair is so soft"? I remember one of your headcanons being that he loves head massages, so how about the first time he receives one from his s/o or she discovers that little weakness by herself?

Rating - Teen, some cursing

Judar groaned loudly in discomfort as he crawled onto his bed, shoving his pounding head into a pillow. He felt completely miserable, mostly from the raging headache that plagued him. Though he knew he could find someone to help him, he couldn't find the energy, as just trying to walk put him in near agony. He had finally gotten to return to his room to rest, though he was surprised that the seclusion hadn't yet eased his suffering. Usually, going away to hide did the trick, but today, he had no such luck.

In truth, he knew what was causing it this time. It wasn't just the social interactions or the fact that he slept like shit the night before. It was his hair. His beloved hair that sometimes irritated the absolute shit out of him. Now as one of those times, as he could feel it pulling uncomfortably at the base of his head, right where the fabric sectioned off his braid. It was that damn servant I had tie it this morning... I guess this is what happens when someone different does it...

Usually, his lover was the one to help him with his hair in the morning. Since he met her, he had always let her do it, and she always did it perfectly. But she had been gone the past couple of nights, and was not there that morning to help him get ready. He was sure that was the problem, that the servant had tied it too tightly. Grumbling, he pulled the end of his braid up to his reach. He didn't move from his place on his stomach or remove his face from the pillow as he fumbled with the fabric, both at the end of the braid and at the base of his head. There was an instant relief as the hair fell free, and he let out an audible sigh at the feeling.

The relief wasn't long lasting as the door to his bedroom suddenly opened, the sound sending a sharp pain through his head. He grumbled, pulling chunks of his hair down over his ears, as if they would block out the sound. The sound of the door shutting and soft footsteps were muffled, but the sound of his lover's voice filled his mind as if she had spoken directly into his ear.

"Judar? Are you okay?" Her voice was followed by the presence on the bed beside him. Unable to look at her due to the light blinding him, he reached over, hooking his arm around her waist and tugging, trying to get her closer to him. She did so carefully, and once she settled, Judar shoved his face in the space between her thigh and the bed, keeping his arm around her waist. As if she knew his ailments without him telling her, she reached down, stroking the back of his head gently. "Headache?"

Judar only grunted in response, her touch soothing him. Though he couldn't see her, he could hear the worry in her voice. Even though he hated worrying her, he also wanted her to baby him, especially as her fingers combed through his hair. He turned his head slightly, peering up at her through one eye, speaking in a muffled grumble. "Rub me." She giggled, beginning to massage his scalp gently. The feeling of her touch and her nails against his pounding head immediately began to easy his pain, a feeling of bliss falling over him. He groaned from a feeling of pleasure and relief, turning his head a bit more so she could reach the base of his skull.

She reached all his good spots, turning him into a mushy pile of skin groaning in pleasure with every touch. Head massages were his weakness, the instant his lover put her fingers in his hair, he would collapse. She giggled softly, and her voice made him realize that his headache was beginning to alleviate. Sighing, he moved to lay his head on her leg, looking up at her. "Thanks..." Smiling, she continued to stroke his hair.

"Any time. Your hair is so soft, and it's great how you turn into a love ball when I massage your head."