could you write a reader with curly hair?? I always feel like most fics i read center around straight/wavy hair (might just be a me thing) and i just wanna know if the creeps play with reader’s curls or smth 😋
coming from a curly girly btw maybe i just want masky to twirl my hair while we cuddle is that so crazy??
the reader in my story is as physically neutral as possible so everyone can relate to her! but i got you baby. chose masky cuz you talked about him and cuz i’m crazy about him.
wrote this during my ten minutes break at work, hope you like it!
MASKY X READER WITH CURLY HAIR
the last rays of sunlight illuminated the bedroom in a way that almost gentle. a way of letting people know that the day was coming to an end, and that tomorrow will be another day.
you were laying down in bed, cheek pressed against masky’s chest. your hand was on his lower stomach—fingers drawing random circles through his shirt.
the day completely demolished you. first thing in the morning, jeff nearly killed you while he was throwing his knife around. then toby fucked a mission up and you had to clean up his mess. and the operator has been riding your ass lately.
all you wanted and needed was to cuddle and talk with masky, and now that it was happening, you were already falling asleep.
“you falling asleep on me, baby?” he asked lowly.
his voice was rough but clear—the white mask on his nightstand. a rare moment that you adored.
“no.” your voice slurred out. your eyes were already half closed, and you could barely feel half of your body.
he laughed quietly as his right hand came to settle over yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand.
“sure you ain’t.” he teased quietly.
his other hand came to cradle the back of your head. his fingers slowly and gently threaded through your curls, making sure not to mess anything up. god knows what you’d do to him if he ruined your hair.
“my beautiful girl,” he murmured, “sleep.”
you whined as your eyebrows scrunched in disdain, “but i wanna talk.”
he huffed a small laugh before kissing your forehead, “we’ll talk tomorrow. pinky promise.” he hummed, “but you, lover, need to sleep.”
he wrapped both arms around you, pushing you more against him. your face was pressed against his chest and the steady rhythm of his heart lulled you into falling asleep.
a/n: my curly haired girls you’re so so special to me.
- your straight haired girl.