Nyandemic Story, pt. 4
It was framed by a thatchy mess of dark brown hair that i'd really intended to get cut, as we entered the warmer months, but had put off until, suddenly, all the barber shops were closed on account of plague.
Rain and Snow, Chapter 1
"so instead you're going to be a hairdresser." "a beautician." the husky clarified. "i've always liked doing hair and makeup, and let's be honest; i'm more likely to get a job as a certified beautician than i am with a degree from some art school."
Maranatha - Chapter VIII, as told by Reiner Kierkegaard
I can't believe he was just a hairdresser. must have been in a rough neighborhood. i wonder what sort of hairstyles they wore? no, wait. i know where this is going.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 43: A Chance to Try Again
Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to go to a barber now. also, he might be better off just trimming his hair and making it head fur instead. that way he wouldn't have to thoroughly make sure it looked good. "fag, here's your food."
Benny's Body Mods
Mostly small talk, the sort of stuff you talk to your barber about. josh stepped a bit closer which made the dragon look at him, causing the conversation to stop. "want a closer look kid?"
Succubus in the Machine
Making a mental note to visit his barber sometime next weekend he headed off for school. between one of his classes he ran into his friends, chatting for a bit one of them backhanded him in the gut.
#2. Awakening
As the day went on i made the reservations then went to the barber get groomed. afterwards i purchased some decent dress clothes for later on this evening. the next thing on my list was to purchase a couple of very thoughtful gifts.
Bate night
Hair seemed to grow so fast as a werewolf that it was a pain to shave every day and go to the barber every two weeks.
Evolution Aggression
His tongue, every bit as hot as one would expect, wrapped around raphael's cock like a lewd barber pole before drawing it up into his muzzle. lips sealed around the base of the member as he started to thrust again.
Alexander's Accounts - Part 17
“what about a hairdresser?”, asked cubit. “nope, unessential”, the clerk said. “and librarian?”, asked biblia. “nope, un-es-en…-tial…? -tal?… fuck”, the clerk ran off with. “as i said, pick something different.” “anything fulfilling?”, i asked.
(Un)Wanted Intrusions
If it weren't for the sinister glare that kept the other frozen in his place, and the gut-quaking sensation that made him whimper in fear, then he would have guessed that chapu had merely gone out to the barber's for a quick touch-up.
Cry Wolf - II: Lost to Ruin
Her black hair was clipped short, kind of boyish as it seemed to have been chopped short with a knife by herself rather than a hairdresser with a pair of scissors and an iota of skill.