#curlyhaired!reader

[dipperscavern]

Those pics of Jon remind me of when I walked in on my parents watching GOT some few years ago when I was a kid, and I saw Jon on the screen and saw those curls and was like, "is... is that a black man? Is he mixed?" Because my curl pattern is very similar to his in the way that his hair looks like mine when I get out of the shower and it's sopping wet before it dries and shrinkage beats my ass and steals my hair length😔

Now I'm just imagining a black or half black reader (or just anyone with textured hair) introducing him to their 500 step hair care routine for how they keep their hair healthy and curls popping, just for him to get all medieval and be like, "I just use soap and water for my hair," and proceed to get jumped because wHAT DO YOU MEAN-

-chonky anon who's having a really bad hair day and is about to say "fuck it" and chop it all off

CURL SQUAD RISE!!! i’m not a poc but i do have curly hair and i truly truly feel the shrinkage pain 💔

you could be highborn & staying at the wall or sometjing, and you whip out these oils, soaps, creams, scarves, the whole nine yards. you see jon’s mild confusion and half interest, and without prompt, start explaining everything step by step. saying this hair oil is for growth (your mother always loved your hair), another one for health, this cream is for hydration, this one is for detangling, the scarf is for while you sleep or when you travel so it doesn’t get messed up etc. and he watches with complete fascination, as arya never messed with her hair & sansa would retch at the idea of explaining her hair care to him. he sees your eyes light up with an idea, and then you’re pulling him closer with your gaze trapped on his curls (they’re popping the next day)

[mtcloudsworld]

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 | choso.k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, black!fem!reader, pierced!reader, curlyhair!reader, plus size!reader, enemies to lovers!choso, study season turned to a little bit more than just studying, excuse any errors I will eventually edit it later on, in the meantime, enjoy :) choso kamo masterlist | here

"F-Fuck doll!"

It was supposed to be just an innocent little study session between you two.

"Oh, Cho~"

No messing around, shenanigans or throwing insults at one another.

"Mm, baby."

Just casually studying and sharing notes for the upcoming test.

"S-Shit, that feels good."

"Y-yeah?"

"Mmhm, yeah..." Moaning, you giggle a little at the sight of his blush, lip tucked between your teeth as you press him into you completely, legs spreading wider. Allowing his face to bury into the crock of your neck, getting comfortable in your embrace as you stroked through the dark strands of his long hair. "Mmph, right there, baby, please."

But it seems like the skin tight lavender tank and shorts fit didn't help his dirty mind as it revealed the most dangerous parts of your voluptuous body. Glorious chocolate skin, pierced nipples and ass cheeks peeking from underneath.

Your hair curly and frizzy. Fresh face, black rimmed glasses and glossy mocha lips. You looked so adorable without even trying. And while you read through your literature book, it was purposefully forgotten as he stared at the side of your face. Placed under a trance by the sound of your voice. It was silky and sweet. unintentionally low and smooth like honey. In his mind, you were this small firecracker.

Always has an attitude and minds her own business. A slick mouth, bit of a temper, a brat, stubbornly annoying and cute all in one breath. You irritated him. Everytime you guys see each other it's nothing but lips smacking fun eyes rolling, insults, name calling and whatever else you could think of. You both bullied each other because you simply hated the fact that feelings were getting involved.

Neither of you wanted to admit it, acknowledged it, act upon it─ until, tonight, when you felt the light brush of his fingertips along your jaw. Your attention brought to the lustful glare in his eyes. Your own were hooded. lashes brushing along your cheeks. You try to resist. You try to resist the scent of his heartaching cologne, the warmth of his palm around your neck, fingers brushing past the back of your hair, and his thumb caressing between your cheek and bottom lip.

The intimacy of your faces were inches apart. And you, being a horny bitch, felt your thighs begin to squeeze, your heart racing, cheeks heating and lips parting. You wanted to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. Nothing that would make him think you didn't want this, because you did want this. You were just too hard headed, too stubborn to admit to him that he made you feel some type of way.

The many times he's tried to make advances to you, or would tease you to just get a reaction. He knew he had an effect on you, whether you liked to admit it or not. You both knew there was something there. You both knew the chemistry, the tension and connection was unmatched like no other. When he thought you wouldn't have given in, give him the slightest satisfaction, or an ounce of curiosity, you surprised him, yet again.

Those butterflies you once tried to avoid, swarmed in the moment your lips connected, colliding against one another deliberately slow, selfishly filled with greed and yearn. Neither of you dared detached from one another as he was mercifully willing to give it to you, no questions asked. Willing to make you understand how crazy you made him feel. How that slick mouth of yours always made him want to shut you up with a kiss on the lips. Willing to show you just how deep in the mud he was for you. He was willing to give you more if you'd just ask.

But... did you really need to say anything when everything was being pushed to the side just for him to be pulled on top of you, where your legs and arms wrapped around him and held him so close? Where his each of his hands were laid flat to the ground on either side of your head as you made out hungrily? Did you really need to say anything when your tongues were so far down his throat, moaning his name? Begging for him to touch your aching pussy? Nothing needed to be said right?

It was clear as day.

He wanted it just as badly as you did.

Somewhere in the deepest, darkest part of his mind he wanted to ravish you. Toxically possess every part of your beging, taint you, mark you, mold you in this whiny little sub of a brat just so he could tame you. So he could hear you become a whimpering moaning mess, whining for him to just ruin you till you crumbled to pieces, clenching your gummy, pink walls around his veiny dick while he fucked you into a oblivion, speaking of gibberish and other nonsense, until all you can feel is your legs shake like a leaf and body quiver in overwhelmed ecstacy, till you feel yourself near your climax, seeing nothing but stars, breathless and lightheaded, your ears deafening a little and your toes aching from the intense orgasm, until...all you both could hear was bated, heavy breathes and pants.

The sounds of skin slapping skin vanishes into slow gentle thrusts and his cock rutting into you until it slips from your leaking hole and dripping cum between your thighs and he's painting your folds.

Until he's knelt before you with a mischievous, maybe even a cocky smirk as he glares past your weak anatomy completely rendered at the mercy of him─ feeling nothing but lewd exhilaration.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[f0rgetm3not]

Idk if it makes sense but could you do like Bakugo seeing us for the first time with our natrual hair (curly)?😀 Like we usually straighten it but for some reason we didn't do it and he's confused but also stunned lallalalalala

Don't you worry 'bout your curly hair

Bakugo x curlyhaired!reader

AAAA this is perfect! And as a girl with curly hair I absolutely stand for this idea.

Summary: Your straightener broke, so you're now forced to wear your natural curls... but Bakugo LOVES it.

♡FLUFF, crack?

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"Are you fucking joking."

You'd mumble to yourself as you stand infront of your mirror. Looking at the frizz MESS on your hair, a dumbfounded expression on your face.

The love of your life, your muse and the reason you hadn't shaved all of your hair off yet was broken. Your dear straightener was BROKEN. How does one manage to break a straightener? You don't know, but you can't exactly glue it back together.

And you couldn't scream about it because your boyfriend, Katsuki, was snoring away in dreamland in your bed only a couple feet away with blankets upside down and inside out. Great.

Admitting defeat you take a spray bottle of water and wet down the birds nest on your head, fighting back the urge to grab the nearest siccors and end the misery of having to style your curly hair.

Once your hair was wet enough you'd grab an old curl cream and rake it through your hair, it was sticky and gave you flashbacks of when you used to do this every day, but hey it smells good.

Scrunching your hair in sections and applying gel, hoping that it would at least look decent, took about 30 minutes. And miraculously, Bakugo didn't wake up. Even when you dropped your mousse and almost had a mental breakdown.

Looking yourself in the mirror after your routine, you had to admit... you did a pretty good job for not having done this for years.

But a quick look at the clock on your wall and you mind was set into panic mode again, class was starting in like 20 minutes and Bakugo was going to kill you for not waking him up now.

You quickly walk to your bed and shake the blond out of his sleep. Earning an annoyed groan from him and a furrow of his brows.

"Kats, wake up, school starts in 20..." You said carefully, bracing yourself for an angry boyfriend.

"WHAT? Why didn't you wake me-" Katsuki began but was soon silenced once his red eyes landed on you.

More specifically, your hair. The shiny curls going down your shoulders. The strangely good smell that came from your hair. Wait, didn't you have straight hair?

"Wait, what?" Was all he could say, a confused expression on his face as he narrows his eyes at you.

"What happened to your hair?" He asked uncertainly, was it a dream? Because you sure looked like one.

"My straightener broke—c'mon Katsuki we gotta go!" You'd hurry, dragging your boyfriend out of your warm bed.

The rest of that day Katsuki couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Why didn't he know this before? Why didn't he know you had the capacity to look like a greek godess? But of course, he had to act like nothing. He couldn't have his classmates know he was even more head over heels for you.

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Authors note: Yay hope you like it!! It's kinda short but we need some curly hair appreciation here, I haven't seen like a single fic like this so I hope people like it! IF YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR PUT THE STRAIGHTENER DOWN.

(If you have straight hair this is absolutely no hate, you guys are stunning divas ily❤️🔥)

[darkblueindigo]

Don't you worry bout your curly hair⊹₊ ⋆

■|this idea came when I was listening to laufey.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

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■|reader has curly tangled hair, and she has a very big problem brushing them, so damian decided to help

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Damian wayne x curlyhaired!reader

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As you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, you wondered how you would look without curly hair

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As you ran your fingers through your curly locks, they got stuck. You tried taking them out, but in result it got worse

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You were inside the bathroom inside for straight 30 minutes

And of course, damian got worried, so he stood up from your bed and began walking towards your bathroom door

He knocked softly, coming with his firm but soft voice

Beloved,are you okay in there?

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You had forgotten that damian was over at your place, and you were cursing yourself inside...

You quickly responded with..

Uhh...Yes, damian, I'm alright, coming out right now

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You heard a soft click, and damian came in, covering his eyes, not knowing what were you doing in there

At this point, your whole five fingers were tangled on your hair, and you had a brush on the other hand

As damian opened his eyes, he saw the horrible sight you were in and your tangled hair

That's the reason you are locked in here for 30 minutes?

He asked, putting both of his hands on his hips

Before you could answer damian spoke again

You could have asked me to help you, you know?

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You simply smiled and signed and gave in

So damian walked up to you and grabbed the hair oil you had beside your sink

And began implying it to your tangled side, making your curly locks shine like gold

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In the end, your fingers were removed from your tangled hair

And the knots weren't in sight anymore

You were thanking damian for the help inside you

Damian implied more hair oil to your hair and began braiding your hair

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♡

I'm sorry if it's small

Hope ya liked it

Love

Chiara

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ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

[sturnsluttz]

Obsessed!Matt x Curlyhair!reader HCs ꣑ৎ

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𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭: who stretches our her curls when he’s bored, constantly confused that it magically ‘makes her hair longer’.

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭: who spends hours trying to figure out her curl pattern so he can buy her new hair products to try.

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭: who insists he knows her curl routine well enough to try doing it on her himself and messes it up every time.

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭: who steals her silk bonnets and pillow cases because it makes his hair softer.

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭: who absolutely adores that she looks like the human embodiment of his favourite season.

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭: who loves the fact he will never have to face siblings or dating allegations (his worst fear due to Chris)

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭: who hopes everyday their kids will get her curls.

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𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: who hates Matt touching her freshly done curls but tolerates it because she knows it’s his favourite thing to do.

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: who only started loving her curls because of Matt.

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: who straightens her hair whenever Matt pisses her off as punishment.

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: who taught Matt how to finger coil her hair so she doesn’t have to do it all herself.

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: who makes Matt sit in the bathroom while she showers because her hair routine takes too long and he keeps her entertained.

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: who buys Matt a matching bonnet so he stops stealing hers.

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: who purposely uses all vanilla scented hair products because she’s knows their Matt’s favourite.

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divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

[kenzieluvsnanami]

kenzieluvsnanami :: a wash day drabble (curlyhaired!reader) ☆ ✧✩₊˚.✧

cw // literally none, just a lot of fluff, reader is slightly black coded but honestly applies to anyone with curly hair, reader is a lil dramatic but its ok // wc 1.1k

thinking about wash day with my fave. the day every curly-haired girl dreads, comb getting caught in your dry, brittle hair as you rushed to get ready the day before, a sign that it was that time of the week.

with a reluctant huff, you would pull your sleepy body from the deviously snug sheets - gently lifting your husband's arm from where it had been resting, slung over your small frame to pull your body impossibly closer during the early hours of the morning.

it was now the early afternoon, a sunday of course. the only day the two of you really allowed yourselves to fully relax - no alarms, no plans… just peace.

well, that was until you had decided to leave wash day to the end of the week - your own procrastination desecrating the sanctity of sunday tranquility and replacing it with a slight irritability.

"honey...what are you doing?" his voice a couple octaves deeper from the lack of use; something that was soooo alluring to you, akin to a siren’s call in many ways, and how in that moment you would feel it luring you back into the cosy comfort of your shared bed, his solid arms, hmmmm….

but you couldn’t. because you still had to wash your hair.

you'd spin around and pull your bonnet off; wordlessly revealing your bone-dry hair - usual moist, defined curls being reduced to a ball of frizz.

"i see."

see whilst your husband didn’t have curly hair himself, he had definitely learnt a lot about it from your continual rants about the cost and effort of maintaining it; his thoughtful questions and observations being so endearing to you, his desire to understand further so he could better empathise and even help was something that truly meant a lot and actually brought the two of you even closer together.

whilst he thought your hair always looked beautiful, in that moment he could understand that your hair was certainly in need of some…. tender love and care.

and in the mood you were currently in, it wasn’t certain that you were in the right mindset to be as careful with your hair as you would usually want to be.

wiping his eyes one last time, your husband would slip out of bed and amble towards you - hands outstretched as he settled them in your hair, lightly teasing out the larger knots with his fingertips.

"hmmm.. i remember you telling me that when your hair gets like this, you'd have to-" “wash it, yes i do ken” you would huff, feeling like an insolent child at the dire lack of patience you currently had but you couldn’t help it! the mere thought of having to go through all of the elaborate steps of your hair routine completely fatigued you.

without another word, your husband would take the assortment of products you were cradling in your arms and lead you to the bathroom.

"give me a second."

returning with a pillow, he would get you to sit on the bathroom floor; legs crossed on top of the pillow and your head rested on the edge of the bathtub.

"now, would the lady like a clarifying treatment or the usual hydrating shampoo?" he joked, a small smile forming on your face at the sight of your normally quite stoic husband playing pretend with you to stir you from your poor mood.

“…i think i’ll stick with my usual please” your eyes closing in complete bliss and relaxation as your husband turned on the shower head and began to wet your hair, the brittle strands alleviating under the downpour - becoming much more manageable.

skilled fingers would weave themselves into your hair, massaging shampoo deep into your flaky scalp; soft moans occasionally spilling out as he hit tender spots where the knots had been particularly tangled.

as he rinsed out the first wash of shampoo, you'd actually start to laugh; realising how overly melodramatic you were being over washday, forgetting how attentive and caring your husband was.

of course, he wouldn’t leave you to struggle on your own! whilst he may not always fully understand how to help, he was always willing to do anything for those he loved.

and that anything included the gentle drying of your now freshly washed hair, an old t-shirt collecting the excess water nicely as he helped you up back to the vanity in your bedroom.

"what did you want to do to your hair today, my love" he would murmur, pumping your leave-in conditioner into his palms, hands alternating between smoothing and scrunching your hair.

“well, i want to wear my hair out for the next couple days so what i normally do is just a couple of braids to keep my hair from frizzing too much and keep some definition”

you could practically hear your husband's brain processing everything you just said, brows slightly furrowed as he glanced back down at your hair; deciding what tools would be best to help you.

he held up a wide tooth comb in one hand and a denman brush in the other. "these two will be alright then?"

you’d then smile and nod, his hands using the wide tooth comb to first part your hair into 6 neat grids; securing each with small hair clips. then he’d delicately detangle each section from tip to root, applying rosemary oil to the scalp and a dab of gel to the strands before braiding the section.

"is this okay?" he’d question after the first braid, not sure if his braiding skills were as strong as your own.

“it’s perfect baby, thank you.”, your words of affirmation easing his uncertainty, movements noticeably more confident as he went around and finished the 5 other braids. the two of you discussing what your plans would be for the rest of the day, deciding on a filling brunch and movie marathon being the most optimal way to spend a sunday.

a light kiss to your forehead would signal the end of nanami's salon services, his eyes filled with admiration as you turned and beamed back up at him; wondering how you were able to get so lucky and end up with someone as special as him.

a/n ✧✩₊˚. had to romanticise wash day otherwise i was literally never going to do it omg my arms ache

[symp4nat]

Curly Girl Method

clarisse la rue x curlyhaired!fem!reader

@theyfwseni

Clarisse sat behind you and you were patiently sat on the floor. Her hand ran through your hair and she poured some water in it. "This okay so far, mamas," she gently questioned.

You were glad you were facing away from her as you started blushing. You nodded and Clarisse groaned. "You're messing up the hair," she complained.

You giggled and said softly, "You sure you aren't an Aphrodite girl?" She laughed with you and then said sternly, "You wanna determine that? I'm good with my spear." With a roll of your eyes, you quipped, "And you're good with your hands, pretty girl, finish the hair."

A smile crawled onto her face and she said gently, "Thank you for letting me do this." You shrugged as she continued detangling your hair. "So what you do is wash your hair, right? And you did that, so good job. Then you gotta add some conditioner and detangle, which I'm doing right now."

You pulled your legs to your chest. "C'mon, sunshine, remember what this is called," Clarisse asked to keep you entertained.

Your eyes wandered and a lightbulb went off in your head. "Curly Girl Method!" Your girlfriend beamed proudly and squeezed your shoulder. "There we go!"

Clarisse grabbed a tube of white cream and you looked at it. "Smells good," you noted. She hummed and said, "This is curl cream, and it helps you style your hair." She put some on her hand and then transferred it into your hair.

"Then you gotta scrunch it, like this," she grabbed a cheval mirror and set it up in front of you and demonstrated how to do it. You tried to do it by yourself while Clarisse wiped her hands and they slowly sneaked to grab her phone. One of her hands grabbed your jaw and turned your head towards her whereas the other pointed at the camera.

She smirked as she noticed the slight blush on your face. Her lips met yours passionately as your lips moved against each other. It wasn't the longest kiss ever, but to you both, it felt like ages.

She quickly snapped a picture and pulled back, leaving you whining. "I'm still not done, love," she whispered. Your whines were almost tempting as you complained, "Then don't be done, finish what we started first." Her lips burst out into a laugh as she said, "Mhm, this is what we started."

You rolled your eyes and she showed you the final step. "Lastly, we have to dry, you gotta use this thing called a diffuser to dry your hair. It's supposed to not make your curls go flat."

You clapped excitedly as Clarisse declared she was done. "Look at you lookin' all pretty, right, mamas?"

Your eyes ran over her through the long mirror in front of you. She had just finished exercising, so she was wearing only a sports bra and leggings. A smirk grew on her face as she noticed you checking her out. She leaned down and wrapped one arm around your neck, so it looked like she put you in a chokehold and kissed your cheek while she snapped a picture with the other hand.

After the picture was taken, she cooed, "Oh, baby, look at these...." She showed the pictures and you looked back up at the mirror. "I think you need'a get rid off all the lipstick marks on my neck," you laughed.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "C'mon, sunshine! It's hot, so people know you're mine," she shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, we know," one of your siblings groaned and you flipped them off with a loving smile up at Clarisse.

[princesskenny1998]

One Piece | Monkey D. Luffy x CurlyHaired!f!reader ~ Goddess

It was one of those rare, warm afternoons where the sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden light over the bustling market of the small, lively island you had docked at. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, vendors hawking their wares, and the rhythmic murmur of waves hitting the nearby shore. You were on Luffy-duty, a task that had become familiar every time the crew stopped on a new island. Luffy had an uncanny ability to wander off, get himself into trouble, or eat his way through entire stalls if left unchecked. It was your job today to keep him out of any unnecessary messes, though you had already resigned yourself to the fact that some trouble was inevitable.

With your braid pulled tight, as usual, you followed Luffy as he darted from stall to stall, his eyes wide with wonder and his mouth constantly chattering about the next cool thing he spotted. You kept your distance, knowing that if you got too close he’d drag you into whatever antics he was planning. But that didn’t mean you weren’t watching him like a hawk, ready to intervene when necessary.

The market was lively, and you could feel the heat gathering under the sun. Absentmindedly, you ran a hand over the back of your head to make sure your braid was still in place. It was such a habit at this point, making sure your hair was neatly contained.

Your hair had always been a point of insecurity—the wild, unruly curls were a constant reminder of your childhood, the teasing and bullying that had followed you everywhere because of it. You’d learned long ago that straightening it, braiding it, and keeping it under control was the only way to avoid those whispers and snickers.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice when the tie holding your braid snapped. You didn’t hear the soft ping as it hit the cobblestones or feel the gentle loosening of the hair that had always been tightly bound.

By the time you noticed something was wrong, you were already trailing behind Luffy through a side street, the faint tug of your hair falling out of the braid finally catching your attention. Your hand flew up, fingers brushing through strands that had started to escape their confines, but it was already too late. Your hair, free of its constraints, was slowly springing back into its natural, bouncy state. With each step you took, the braid loosened, until, with a soft rustle, it all came undone, spilling around your shoulders in wild, soft curls.

You froze, panic surging in your chest as you realized what had happened. Luffy, who was a few feet ahead of you, had already stopped, turning to look back when he noticed you weren’t right behind him.

“Oi!” he called, his voice bright and carefree. “What’s taking you so—?”

His words died off as he caught sight of you, and you could see the surprise flicker across his face, his eyes widening. Your breath caught, and you instinctively reached up to gather your hair back, trying to hide the curls you hated so much, but Luffy’s reaction stopped you cold.

His expression wasn’t confused or judgmental. It was... amazed. His eyes were wide, and a slow, fascinated smile spread across his face, the kind of smile he got when he stumbled across something truly incredible—like treasure or a rare, exotic meat. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on your hair, and you froze, too shocked to move.

“Whoa...” Luffy’s voice was quiet, almost reverent. He reached out, his fingers hovering just inches from your unruly curls as if asking for permission. “Your hair... it’s... it’s amazing!”

You stared at him, utterly bewildered, your hands half-lifted as you tried to process what he was saying. “W-What?” you stammered, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “No, it’s not. It’s—”

“It’s awesome,” he interrupted, his grin growing wider, brighter. Before you could stop him, his fingers gently threaded through a loose curl, his touch light and curious. You watched, stunned, as he pulled the curl down gently, only to watch it spring back into place the moment he let go. He laughed, delighted by the way it bounced back, and did it again, this time leaning in closer to inspect it.

“I’ve never seen hair like this before, even Usopps and Brooks is different,” he said, his voice filled with genuine wonder. “It’s so... wild!” He tugged another curl, his eyes following the way it moved, completely absorbed.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, a mix of disbelief and uncertainty tangling together as you watched him. “It’s... it’s a mess,” you said, your voice cracking slightly, but Luffy just looked at you like you’d said the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

“No way!” he said, shaking his head vigorously, still playing with the ends of your hair. “It’s not a mess at all. It’s...” He paused, tilting his head as if searching for the right word. “...beautiful.”

You stared at him, the word echoing in your mind as if you couldn’t quite understand what he was saying. Beautiful? Your hair? The same curls that had been the source of so much teasing and insecurity? You felt something inside you soften, a warmth spreading through your chest that you couldn’t control. No one had ever said that before—not about your natural hair, not about the part of you you had always tried to hide.

Luffy’s fingers were still moving gently through your hair, playing with it like he couldn’t get enough, his expression filled with genuine curiosity and joy. He was treating it like something precious, and the way he looked at you—with open admiration—made your heart skip a beat.

“Why do you always keep it tied up?” he asked, his voice softer now as he met your eyes, his hand still gently twirling a curl between his fingers. “I like it better like this. It’s... it’s so much more you.”

Your breath hitched, and you looked down, feeling the sting of old insecurities rise up, only to be drowned out by the warmth in Luffy’s gaze. “I... I don’t like it,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too wild. It’s... I got made fun of for it when I was a kid.”

Luffy’s expression shifted, a flicker of confusion and concern crossing his face. “What?” he said, his tone almost indignant. “Why would anyone make fun of it? They’re crazy! Your hair’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” He said it with such fierce conviction, such simple honesty, that you felt the weight of your old fears start to crumble, just a little.

“Luffy...” you started, feeling a lump form in your throat, but he just grinned, his fingers gently combing through your hair, smoothing down the curls with a tenderness you didn’t expect.

“Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks,” he said, his voice light but earnest, his eyes bright and clear. “I think you look like a goddess.” His fingers lingered for a moment longer before he pulled back slightly, his grin widening. “And that’s good enough for me!”

You blinked, stunned, your cheeks burning as you tried to process his words. You looked into his face—his open, earnest expression, the sheer delight in his eyes as he admired your curls, and the gentle way he held you like you were something precious. It made you want to believe him, to let go of all the fears that had kept you hiding behind tight braids and straighteners.

He tugged on another curl, watching it spring back with an almost childlike fascination. “You shouldn’t hide it,” he said again, his voice softer, like he was sharing a secret. “You look amazing like this... I could look at you all day.”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and you laughed—nervous and giddy all at once—feeling something inside you release. Luffy was still grinning, completely captivated, his fingers still tangled in your wild curls as if he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

Maybe you could start believing him. Maybe you didn’t need to hide anymore. And maybe, just maybe, your wild hair wasn’t something you had to hate.

After all, if Luffy—your captain, your friend, the man who saw the world in the brightest and most honest light—thought you looked like a goddess... maybe it was time to start seeing yourself that way too.

[plushieni]

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[mysadcorner]

Hihiii, I love your writing so much and finally worked up the courage to request something

I was wondering if I could please request Aqualad, Wally west, Jason Todd, (aged up) Damian Wayne and Bale!Bruce Wayne dating female reader who has like- really curly hair https://pin.it/5FPvV79

DC Characters x CurlyHair!Reader Headcanons

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Aqualad

• He loves your hair and the way it flows, whether that be tight or loose curls. He’s very much attracted to them and would like to touch them if he can when the two of you are alone, and is always inclined to help you detangle them if they ever get caught or knotted.

• He would like to be able to touch it, but after spending time with you he knows that you may not want him to if you spend a lot of time caring and keeping your curls intact. He wouldn’t want to mess your hair up or ruin your routine, so he’ll only go out of his way to touch it after asking you first or letting him know that he’s always welcome to under the right circumstances.

• He will help you style it or look for new ways to do your hair if you’re looking to change things up a bit. He also has a lot of patience, so it wouldn’t bother him if you had to borrow him for a while as you figure out how to do your hair in a new way with his help.

• Whenever he’s out getting things for himself, he’ll always ask if you need anything picked up for yourself, including hair products. He may not know what you use, but after spending a lot of time with you in private and around your things, he’ll start to naturally gravitate towards products that would work best for your kind of curls and thickness.

• He would be completely fine with you embracing your curly hair, and if you ever wanted to change it up he’s still going to support you. Whether you want to get it straightened or cut (or even permed to make it curlier) he’ll support you. It’s your hair and he really doesn’t see why you would need his input other than when he’s helping you with your hair directly.

Wally West

• Wally would be a huge fan of your curly hair and he will probably spend a lot of time looking at it no matter how it’s styled or condition it’s in. He doesn’t care how you wear it, but he loves the fact that they’re there and hopes you never get rid of them or cut them.

• Wally is always very sweet and gentle when it comes to your hair, so when the two of you are relaxing together he does hope that he'll be allowed to touch your hair. He may even mess up your hair just as a way to tease you, just as long as he knows that it won't seriously upset you.

• Wally may not be the best at styling other people's hair, his own hair is another situation. He does try his best when he plays with it, and would typically style it to have fun and to have an excuse to be with you if you allow him rather than doing it for serious occasions and events.

• He would be great at getting you any products you need, not only because he's fast, but because he won't just pick up the first thing he sees. If you give him specific instructions, he will follow them, and after only a couple of times of doing this for you, he'll probably memorise all the products you love just so he can keep them stocked up for you.

• Wally wouldn't care what you did with your hair, and he'll give you constant compliments about it no matter how you decide to wear it. If you do consider ever changing it or cutting it then he'll be fine with it no matter what you do.

Jason Todd

• Jason is a big fan of hair that he's able to appreciate, whether that be straight or curly, so having curly hair won't be a bother to him. He's the type of person to ask about it without coming across as rude and it's one of your features that he appreciates the most.

• Jason would like to be able to touch your hair, but if you tell him no then he will try his best to respect your boundaries. If he was allowed to touch it then he would most likely just spend his time playing with it a little bit when the two of you are having downtime, and would try his best to not mess it up.

• He would be happy to style it for you but he will get incredibly frustrated if he isn't used to dealing with curly hair. It's quite different to straight hair and needs more time to get the products through properly if you're using any. He'll try his best, but you can't expect him to stay completely calm through the entire process the first few times he tries to style it for you.

• If the specific product you want isn't there after you ask him to hand it to you, or go out and buy it for you, he wouldn't be the best at recognising which product would be a good alternative. He would try his best, but he doesn't have much experience with needing a specific thing in most instances.

• If you were ever going to cut some of your curls or get a new style such as having your hair relaxed or tying it up more often, then Jason wouldn't mind. He'd rather you be comfortable than have to put up with your hair getting in the way whenever you try to do something. Especially if you have a lifestyle like his, which may mean your hair is easier to grab.

Damian Wayne

• Damian doesn't really have a preference for what kind of hair you have, so your hair being curly wouldn't be important to him in any way. However, he will still appreciate it and recognise it as one of your features that he loves.

• Are they allowed to touch it - If you're generally uncomfortable by people touching your hair in all situations then Damian wouldn't mind also not being allowed to touch it. He also hates when people invade his personal space, so he completely understands when you tell him you don't want him to touch it if that is the case.

• Damian probably wouldn't be a huge fan of sitting down to help you style your hair, or styling it for you, as hair isn't a huge interest to him - he really doesn't care how you have you hair. He also may associate eccentric hair styles with his mother due to the various ways she wears it, so it all depends on how close he actually is towards you.

• Getting you products would never be a problem for him, although he may be a bid tired of getting you a lot of things at once when he doesn't see the need for so many products at once. He's sure he can find a way for you to keep your hair just as good with much fewer products, and in doing so will be saving you quite a bit of money too.

• He lets you do anything you want to your hair, so if you want to cut it, change style, or dye it in any way he will be supportive of you. Don't ask for his opinion on it though, you'll definitely get a blunt answer in return.

Bruce Wayne

• Bruce keeps his own appearance to the very basics, so if you were to have curly hair then he likes the fact that it isn't something simple that he's used to seeing every day. You hair can have variety and he wouldn't care how long it is as long as he could see it whenever you're around.

• Bruce wouldn't touch your hair if the two of you were in public or if he knew that you had spent a lot of time working on it to make it look perfect. However, if the two of you were relaxing in private together he would like to be allowed to touch or play with your hair at least a little bit.

• Bruce knows nothing about styling curly hair, so it might not be a common thing for him to do even if you do ask him to. He's a very busy man and he would like to learn how to style it, but if it was for an event he would prefer for you to do it yourself or he'll pay for someone to do it who really does know how to work with your hair type.

• Bruce doesn't even go out himself to get the products or treatments he may need to look after his own hair so it's very unlikely that he would ever do it personally for you to. He would get someone to pick them up for you if you knew exactly what you needed, or they would already be there ready for you as soon as the last batch ran out.

• Bruce is always going to be brutally honest with you, so if he genuinely thought you suited the style you were considering to change to then he would encourage you as much as he could, and if he thought you wouldn't suit something then he'd going to be honest with that too. You're almost always able to trust his judgement.

[insanityofbones]

@warringwarrioridiot asked

Gimme some Douma x A reader like me pookie

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† 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : Douma X Sub!Curlyhaired!Fem!Reader

† 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Breeding, edging, references to Cultism, nicknames, praise, references to rough sex, fingering, overstim

† 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 0.5k

† 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 : Sorry it's not more specific! I should have added more curly haired stuff but I think you get the picture? sorry if I did not feed you well :(( 🥀

Douma watching your chest rise and fall, along with the soft curls bouncing was just entertaining to those rainbow hues.

"So pretty, you like my fingers, hm~?"

His cheery tone mixed with that mock was something that made your stomach form in knots. Trying your best to rut your hips into his fingers more, only to have him hold you down. "Nuh uh uh~ You have to deal with my pace," Douma smiled, earning a whine from the curly haired woman under him. Using his other hand that lifted up from your hip to curl one around his finger. Watching how it fell back into place so easily.

"Pl-please lord douma... please let me cum.." You whined, panting while your entire body felt hot. Clit aching while your pussy was already sore. He had been fingering you for an hour now, switching his pace repeatedly and stopping everytime you just barely came close. Every other time he'd made you cum nonstop, and even know you were overstimulated. He shook his head, singing his words, "No little lamb~ you will cum only on my cock after I fill you. Understood?

"He often talked about cumming inside of you, even if he didn't know if you could get pregnant. But he sure as well would try. Douma let out a sigh, feeling how your cunt clenched against his digits. It was amazing, though he left you empty as he pulled away. You whined in protest, hand grabbing his wrist, begging to finally have your orgasm. Only for him to yank your hand to his belt, you greedily unclasped it. Watching how his cock sprang out, girth fit for a cult leader. Precum already leaking out of his slit, one of his gracious hands quickly grabbing your thigh and putting it over his shoulder. Aligning with your soaking entrance, easily sliding in with a shudder. "You feel so good~!"

The way you fit him snugly, it was pure bliss, and when he actually started moving, that's when he really got vocal. Pants, moans, his own little obscene things about how he was going to make you carry his brat filled you with a new sense of arousal. Soon making you bet to release, "Please fuck! Ahgh... Please Lord Douma..!" Your screams could be heard throughout the temple, letting every disciple know who he used in his free time. "Not yet little lamb,"

He was bruising your pussy, ramming into it for his own sickening enjoyment. The curve of his smile was full of pure lust, not for you necessarily, but the fact he'd make another creature as blessed as him. Maybe even the kid would learn from you, and how you often spat out random jokes and facts. So interesting yet dumb. Atleast to him.

"Mmmgh...~" He hummed his newest moan, ramming into you harsher than the last. "Now you can cum," and in which you did, stars lining your vision as your back arched, his dick digging further into you. Warmth spilling into your womb, marking you as his. Along with a small kiss on your lips.

"My lamb, perfect little lamb, you'll like being blessed by me~"

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[kentokrazy]

incoming post about nanami kento with a curly haired reader because i put my wash day off for a week and a half and it took forty minutes in the shower and im not done yet.

update: took an hour total

[kaptainkassa]

nacho varga x curlyhair!reader hcs

okay first things first nacho is INLOVE with your curly hair 💜

doesn't matter if it's 4c or 3a or anything inbetween he just loves your locks!

btw if you do have locs in your hair nacho thinks they are so cool

or if you have microbraids/butterfly locs/dreads/ etc etc he loves them all

is mesmerized by all the hair accessories you have

nacho likes how you express yourself with your different hairstyles

sometimes he just sits and stares at how pretty you are when hanging out

you catch him and tease him

he denies it and his cheeks heat up in embarassment but he chuckles at himself anyway

he likes to watch your hair routine too!

seeing your concentrated face as you put all these creams, gels, mousse, leave in conditioner in your hair

he thinks you're too cute <3

likes to bury his face in your hair when spooning and smell how good the products make your hair smell 🥰

your bed head is adorable to nacho idgaf what you say ignacio loves ALL OF YOU

will buy hair products you need from the store for you and doesn't give af about the teen cashier giving him side eye for buying hair gel when he has none

likes to play with your hair (with your permission of course) 🥺

wrapping his fingers around your hair just to gently pull away and watch the curl boing! back in place 💙

loves curling his fingers in your hair during -ahem- other times as well 👀👀👀

you asked nacho to help braid your hair once

he was surprised

this man is bald he doesnt know fuck all about hair

he doesn't even remember if he has curly hair or straight

after teaching him how to braid, he tries a test strand once

it was terrible 💀

but you both laughed about it and after practicing more he got the hang of it!

now whenever you're cuddling he'll absent mindedly start braiding your hair 💙

[bernardsbendystraws]

Hiii!!

I’ve never like asked a request before but can you do Curlyhaired!reader x bf!matt??

If you don’t have any ideas it’s okay- just a suggestion 😓😓

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

I think someone’s done it already and honestly I don’t have curly hair sorry 😭

[ariestrxsh]

So lowkey..

Curlyhaired!reader x bf!matt

Just an idea 😓😓

I try my best not to write about the reader's appearance as much as possible, because I want anyone who reads it to be able to see themselves in the story, so I don't think I'll ever give the reader overt characteristics like that. I hope you understand, and I hope I do a good enough job at this to make my curly-haired girls feel included. 💖

[sturnsluttz]

Master list🧺

Find all my work here enjoy xx

WARNINGS-THESE WRITINGS CONTAIN: sexual content!! read at your own risk

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🧸: smut

✉️: fluff

🚬: angst

🥥: suggestive content (no actual smut)

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Matt Sturniolo:

Fics:

New years 🧸

Blurbs:

Riding bff!matts thigh🧸

Au:

Obsessed!Matt x Curlyhair!reader✉️

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Chris Sturniolo:

Fics:

Let me🧸✉️🚬

Burbs:

Bff!chris getting walked in on🥥

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