Tony Stark Haircut Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

It was a nice momentary escape from his inescapable doom. The second he got off the bus, Dillon stalled as much as he could. He stalled, stalled and stalled again and for good measure, that's right! He stalled. Alas, it looked weird to walk too slowly, so he eventually arrived at the shop. Tony was outside, cigarette in mouth, dark walnut brown hair pushed back out of his face. The time was near that Tony would need a haircut. If he didn't keep it short, he would obsessively mess with it, especially while he was at work. It got in his way and he hated to have to constantly comb it back with his hand. It was adorable.

“Mr. Stark.” He turned around with his swivel chair. And damn, when would I ever get used to seeing his beautiful face without getting thrilled. He wasn’t wearing a suit, but a black leather jacket, a white undershirt, blue jeans, and a pair of tactical boots. He had his hair trimmed to the side, longer on the tip, and brushed up. Was he going somewhere? “Audrey,” he called, his voice smooth and refined, warming up my senses again. My stomach filled with butterflies.

Zachary was smiling as He threw his arms on my shoulder. "Did I go too far?" I asked in a low tone of voice that made him chuckle. He looked so dishy as he ran his left hand through his straight curtain haircut like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. I did not know how he managed to keep his cool modern look this good.

“.......X?” Tony brought me out of my trance. “Yeah?”, I ask, noticing that we’re back on earth. “Aren’t you going to do something about that?” He points at my hair. “Shit, I didn’t change it back” I quickly run a hand through my hair, turning it black, my eyes turn back to their normal brown colour. “Thanks”

She couldn't wait to run her fingers through his silky curls; maybe he'd let it grow out for a while before going back to the military cut. Christopher watched Ashleigh's anxious expression. The only thing he cared about was that she would like the results. He felt the mask loosen and Dr. Singh removed it from his hair. He wanted to reach up and run his nails through his scalp and scratch like an old hound dog, but resisted. He held a mirror in his lap but closed his eyes when the doctor had him tilt his head back so that he could remove the rest of the mask from his face.

The teen looked up from his phone to his reflexion in the mirror, inspecting his face from different point of views, feeling weird at how light his head felt and running his head through the shave on the back of his head. "This looks good." he nodded, then turning to the red haired stylist. "thank you." She nodded, then walking away and leaving Nathan to stand up and stretch after his haircut, checking himself out in the mirror one last time. He turned around, just in time for Ivan to stand up from his own seat. The older already looked so damn sexier from the back, with his short hair finally revealing his nape instead of uneven strands falling randomly done his neck, Ivan turned around, ga

“They tip big when they’re happy. Don’t fuck it up.” I showered fast in the staff bathroom—hot water pounding my shoulders, soap lathering thick over my chest, down my abs, between my legs. I shaved smooth everywhere Tony liked us to be, slicked my hair back, dabbed a little of the good cologne behind my ears and on my wrists.

’ Your hair- ‘Better still be long and flowing, I’m not compromising on that. But we had this whole thing where Khanzadas get a haircut after every victory. And since you won your fight on the rooftop, you deserve a haircut, which symbolizes you letting go of the shackles of your past. ‘Firstly, I won the dodge session in the prologue, so that’s when you should have introduced the haircut idea. It’s too late to introduce it now. Secondly, do you realize how much effort it takes to maintain such long and luscious locks?’

I saw the reason why no woman could look away from him. His hair. It had been cut low. As much as I hated it, I loved this new look. The sides of his head were tapered, leaving a tuft of hair that lazily fell around his face. This accentuated his razor-sharp jaw and he looked younger; like a model walking out of a fucking swimsuit magazine.