The Punisher Haircut Novels & Stories

The newcomer shook his head topped with bleach blonde hair, “No, Preacher. The boys are still working on it.” “Are you all fucking insane?” The Preacher thundered, his scarred face ugly, “How long will it take you to get a fucking address, you fucking dead brains.” The newcomer gritted his teeth but remain silent. Suddenly the door opened and another man strolled in, a smirk on his face as he flipped his dark hair, “Preacher, what did this motherfucker do again?” The Preacher scowled, “The fucking numbskull still hasn’t gotten the address, fucking twat.” He spat.

I’ve never had a need to put one on a man and watch him a little too intensely—A practised skill. He already has shoes on and when he walks back into his room to get his jacket I hear a blast of a drier as he quickly sorts his hair out. In the couple minutes of quiet, I can almost visualise him with his hair gel, taming hints of waves into scruffy neatness. I love Alexi’s most recent haircut. All short back and sides now and a little unruly on top, which leaves enough hair to run your fingernails through and grip onto in the throes of passion. Not that I will be, it’s just a preferred thing.

"Why tesoro? Why should I not do this? How can you let someone touch your hair? Don't you know that you belong to me and no one has right to touch even a single hair of yours?" "Please I am really sorry. I w-will be careful next time." I plead. "There won't be a next time." I try to stop his hands but he doesn't let me. "Either you take this punishment silently or else you will get hurt." He calmly says taking my long hair which reach below my waist in his hands. "In b-both ways I will b-be the one h-hurt." I try to make him understand while crying. He ignores me and start cutting my hair in front of my eyes. Wasn't my hair being cut the enough punishment that I have to see this with my eyes

Mom was coming out right when i stopped at their door, she almost bumped right into me, when i saw her, my mouth dropped open, She was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt with spiked knee high boots, her hair was in a high ponytail, shaking my head i gently pushed her back into the room telling her sit down, she looked confused but sat down anyway, “Mom you look hot as h3ll, but i don't like the high ponytail, you look like your going through something like that,” i took out her ponytail, brushed it so it wasn't tangled, my mom had dark long hair, it was almost down to her a$$. so i decided to cut it, we had an hour left, So why not, i cut it where it was in the middle of her back, i

"Only you... please, Daddy... don't stop!" "I'm not stopping," he muttered, his grip on my hair tightening. He shifted his weight, his large hand sliding under my stomach to haul my hips higher, meeting every one of his thrusts with a punishing tilt. "I'm going to make sure you remember exactly who owns this cunt. I'm gonna fuck you over and over until you bleed." Chandler’s pace turned absolutely rough. Every time he slammed into me, a broken, high-pitched sob escaped my throat. I was seeing stars, my vision flickering with every heavy, punishing thrust.

My pouting seemed to work as he mumbled something about me colluding with the enemy and turned his back. Ecstasy got to work cutting and shaving. He did a really good job and had a speed and precision that made the cut go faster. I watched him cut my hair more, and I tried not to panic. I was going for a look that wasn’t my normal look. I was a soft fade guy. I was always put together. That was the hairstyle my parents wanted from me, and even when Dante took me for a cut, I still had something that screamed "put together." I had never been able to have a cut for myself.

Also, some perfume that smells masculine. Done with shopping, I immediately head to get a haircut. The barbershop is just a few minutes' walk from where I shopped, and I get attended to as soon as I walk in. “What style do you want? Perhaps just a trim?” the man asks with a smile on his face. “No!” I bark. “I want the entire hair off.” The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.”

I've already started having nightmares about it but I hope I bag the medal on this one though. I had my air pods on as I let the stylus do their works on my hair and after an hour, they tapped me to look at my reflection. I actually had my reservations about the hair cut but duty calls. I had a pixie cut, dyed it blood red and added a bit of purple highlights with two new piercings but as I looked I'm the mirror, I actually loved the look. The piercings really accentuated my look and I really began to admire my face, turning side to side, deciding that both sides were my good side and really loving the new mysterious look it gave me.

Who would have thought that this outfit could make one look sexier? She raised her face up to look at him and noticed his new haircut; his shoulder-length hair was sleekly brushed back and tied in a low-ponytail that curled down on his neck, revealing his head's v-shaped undercut. Two strands of his hair were left to fall slightly by his face, giving him a stylish and moderately appealing appearance. With his fresh appearance, She would not have recognized him if it hadn't been for the color of his eyes and his muscular body features.

"Dr. Patterson, if you'll just hold your head still for me." Shaun wanted to growl her annoyance as the person doing her hair straightened her head by pushing her chin forward. The man was fingers deep in Shaun's tight curls, trying his best to straighten them. She could tell he wasn't used to working with hair like hers. Her tight curls were usually pulled back in a ponytail or left in an afro that framed her head. Sometimes when she was travelling, depending on the country and her access to clean hygiene, she would have her hair braided into tight rows to keep maintenance down.