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#the things i'd do to have pin straight hair omg
konigsblog · 13 days
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nothing is more depressing than washing your hair and spending ages trying to make sure it'll look good, only for it to look frizzy and shitty
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tonberry-yoda · 1 year
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Hihi, I hope I can write this in time. I'd love to get a romantic JoJo match up <3 Just know that I'm only familiar with parts 1-6 😅
I'm a gay, fat, transman and my pronouns are he/it! I'm a very anxious person, so I'm pretty shy until I get to know someone! When I open up I am a lot more energetic: I love to rant, I like to make a lot of jokes, I just like talking to the people I know. I'm autistic, so I tend to over explain things, I get straight to the point, and I struggle a lot with tone 😓 Appearance wise, I have a buzz cut and I love dying it. I've done every color you can think of, but I've been loving oranges lately. I'd describe my style as vaguely alternative? I don't really have a set aesthetic: I love funky patterns and pops of color, but my wardrobe is mostly black and horror t shirts 😅 and tbh it's the same way I'd describe my music taste, it's mostly new wave and rock, but I wouldn't really align myself with any subculture. My hobbies include writing, drawings, and crochet (seriously I hoard sm yarn it's a problem)! My love language is 100% gift giving and I wouldn't want someone who'd be really touchy, it gets me overwhelmed easily and I'm not comfortable with folks touching me.
omg hi!!!! im so glad you got this here in time!! <3 i actually for the first time struggled a bit im not going to lie to you lmao. but i think i have the perfect man for you!!! i really hope you agree!!
the character I chose for you is...
WEATHER REPORT!!!
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HEAR ME OUT FR
this man always deals with chaotic people, so he has absolutely no problem with you
if anything, he adores listening to you talk
he also struggles with tone lmfaooo, so he never gets hurt with tone
he will not touch you unless you ask him to. he respects your boundaries a lot because he wants his to be respected as well, so if you do that for him, he will 100% do that for you!
HE LOVES THAT YOU DYE YOUR BUZZED HAIR
he will definitely ask to help
he just think it looks so good on you
it took a couple pushes for you to get to know each other because you're both so shy, but it ended up working out really well!
he thinks you're so handsome/gorgeous frfr
like will stare at you and then apologize
will ask you to crochet him little hats
loves that you give him gifts, especially if they are homemade because he would never pass down a crocheted gift :)
loves the alt vibe you have going on. again, he will stare at you and look away with a flushed face apologizing under his breath
he is such a sweetheart and will always treat you well <333
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@tonberry-yoda
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littledarlinwrites · 5 years
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omg I would LOVE and appreciate a smutty bucky drabble with him begging and whining and praising the reader.... he just wants to be a good boy for the reader!♡ I'd love it even more if you could include something about how pretty his hair is! Isnt it gorgeous?? Thank you so much! It's so sweet of you to open up requests! Thank you!!!!
His hair is gorgeous! It also does things to me! And thank you for sending this request in! Hope you enjoy this as much as I did anon ;)
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Bucky laid there with his head in your lap as you watched television in bed and played with his hair. It was one of your favorite, most relaxing things to do when you both had time alone together. Bucky was practically purring in your lap, your nails grazing is scalp causing shivers to run down his spine every once and a while. Everything was perfect until the alarm on his phone went off letting him know he had to leave for his appointment. He let out a disgruntled sigh after turning off the offending alarm. 
“What is it, baby?” Your melodic voice asked him softly. 
“Gotta go get my hair cut, I’ll be back in a bit, doll.” Bucky said as he sat on the edge of the bed. When the television turned off Bucky looked over his shoulder at you. “What is it, doll?”
“You can’t get your hair cut!” Your shocked voice squeaked out making Bucky chuckle.
“I was actually quiet the ladies man back in the day with short hair, you’ll see, doll.” Bucky said as he kissed the tip of your nose. he tried to pull away, but you woven your fingers into hi long, brown locks. When Bucky looked at you his heart nearly broke, but your overreaction also made a small part of him want to laugh a little. You sat there on your knees pouting with your bottom lip slightly stuck out.
“But, your hair is so pretty!” You whined. Bucky had been called many things, but not pretty, except by you. Every single time you called him something nice his heart would always skip a beat and he would get all flustered. You had told him once that his eyes were pretty, amongst other similar adjectives, when he had problems looking at himself in the mirror. You had basically told him a college thesis on how pretty his eyes were, and ever since Bucky couldn’t help but think of that every time he had to look at himself in the mirror. He knew now, that he was putty in your hands. He would do anything you wanted him to do.
“Please, Bucky?”
“Hmm?” He hummed as he mentally shook himself out of his reverie down memory lane. 
“Keep your long hair? I love how it frames your face, how it looks in a bun, playing with it, the way it tickles my neck, and tugging it when you eat me out.” Your say, your voice getting huskier as you push him backwards and climb onto his lap, his hands automatically coming to rest on your hips. “Love the way you moan when I pull on it.” For extra effect you tugged on his hair just the way he liked causing a moan to rumble through his chest. 
“Doll.” Bucky begs.
“Please, Bucky, please don’t cut your pretty hair.” You say seductively, whispering the plea into his ear before nipping the lobe. Bucky’s finger dug into your hips deliciously. Bucky was only wearing his thin pajama pants, and you were only in one of his shirts and your panties. You could feel his hard bulge twitch beneath your core. 
You sat up, Bucky’ s curious, lust-filled eyes never leaving you for a second. You grabbed the hem of his shirt that you wore and lifted it over your head. Bucky’s hands instantly reached for your breasts only for you to grab them by the wrist and pin them on each side of his head. Your hard nipples grazing his chest with every breath. 
“Nuh-uh, only good boys get to touch.” You tell him before kissing him. You deepen the kiss biting his bottom lip and sucking on it before he parts his lips to let your tongue fight for dominance with his. Your hands let go of his wrists slowly, ready to pin them back down in necessary, before making their way into his thick hair. Running your fingers threw it, teasing him that you were going to pull it. Your lips made their way slowly from his to his jaw, to his neck, kissing and nipping along the way, biting him harder where his neck meets his shoulder, a spot he loved.
Wrapping your fingers from one hand into his locks at the base of his skull you give a pull that makes him let out a loud moan that shoots straight to your core. You feel your walls clench around nothing as you ache for Bucky to be inside of you. You move to pull Bucky’s pajama pants down releasing his hard cock. The sight of it making your mouth water. You make a show of pulling you panties down, shimming your hips knowing that he was watching every move you made before you climbed onto his lap again. His tip was teasing your entrance, but Bucky knew better than to buck his hips like he desperately wanted to. 
“Please, doll. Please, I’ll be a good boy.” He begins to beg, the anticipation had Bucky ready to explode almost as soon as you’d sink down onto him. 
“Yeah? Gonna be a good boy and keep your hair long for me? That way I can hear all those delicious noises you make when I pull on it? Keep it long so I can play with it after I let you fuck me?” 
“Swear, doll. Gonna be so good. Keep my hair long. Just, please. Need you so bad, doll.” Bucky begged, nearly to the point of tears and ever so slowly you sunk down onto him. You hissed as he stretched you deliciously, a feeling you craved. As soon as Bucky was fully sheathed within you, you stilled on top of him adjusting to him and letting him catch his breath. 
“Love that tight, pretty pussy, doll. God. So tight for me, baby.” Bucky rasps out his praises.
“Bucky,” you moan, “need you to touch me baby. Need your hands all over my body.” You rasp out. Sounding absolutely wrecked as you sit on his cock. Bucky doesn’t need to be told twice, his hands are on you in and instant. His hands are on your breasts massaging them before focusing on your nipples pinching them in a way that makes you whimper deliciously. 
“Love those sounds you make for me, doll. Make the prettiest noises for me.” 
“Bucky!” You practically moan out. “Bucky, need- need you.” You whimper out incoherently and he takes that as his cue. 
“Gonna take real good care of you, doll.” He said before flipping you without disconnecting you. You’re pinned beneath Bucky as he starts rocking his hips in and out of you, his hand mapping their way across your skin like they have thousands of times before, his flesh hand finding its way to your hair and his metal one to your clit. Your legs began quaking as his finger traced patterns over your clit.
“That’s it, doll.” He growled into your ear as he pulled your hair, his hips pounding relentlessly into yours. “That’s it, come for me, doll. Come for me all over my cock.” At that, you come so hard all you see is white. You’re vaguely aware of Bucky hips stuttering as your walls milk his cock of his own orgasm. You don’t fully come around though until you feel a warm washcloth and Bucky cleaning you up. Bucky tosses the washcloth into the hamper in the corner of the room before crawling back into bed with you. You pull him to you so his head is resting on your chest and your fingers weave themselves in and out of his pretty hair repeatedly until you both drift off to sleep. 
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