so you got new braids and eddie’s pretty obsessed!
modern!eddie, black!fem reader, fluff
you looked back at your boyfriend, who appeared to be stunned at you… washing the dishes? you shifted your eyes side to side, waiting to see if he’d moved but he didn’t. so you spoke up.
“your hair, it’s- its different than what it looked like yesterday,” he pointed out, staring at it puzzlingly. after having a wig for a bit of time, you decided to switch things up and get some tribal braids. they had beads threaded at the bottom; some were clear, some were white and some were purple (eddie’s favourite colour on you).
you chuckled at him before turning your head back to the sink. “mhmm. i got a different style this time.”
he let out an ‘oh’ to make it clear he understood. then came up beside you, leaning on the sink. all while still admiring the new hair.
“and these are…” he trailed off waiting for you to complete the sentence. “…tribal braids, baby.”
he pursed his lips up as he nodded, looking impressed with it all. his eyes widened slightly at the beads.
“the beads. the beads are… really fuckin’ pretty, angel. how long did those take?”
while putting away dishes, you answered his question again. “thankyou. i did ‘em myself. and it was around a whole night. so… a few hours. but i had this little tool for them.”
he noticed you had done the beads in honour of the colour he likes most on you but decided to not bring it up, silently admiring your thoughtfulness instead.
when he was finally finished inquiring about your new hair, he stepped behind you. warmth filled your belly as you felt his hands snake around your waist to hug you and hold you close.
“i was only asking questions ‘cause i was curious. i’m sorry if i pried too much?” he apologised, his speech muffled as his lips pressed into your shoulder.
that put a smile on your face as well as making you giggle lightly at him. “you didn’t, eddie. you’re actually respectful about it when most aren’t. i love that about you.”
“okay… plus i have one more question.”
“and that is, mr munson?” you waited, placing another clean plate on the drying rack.
“can you turn around so i can see how it looks from the front a bit better?”
you breathed out a laugh before giving him his request. his mouth hung open a little at how fine the parting was, how one was in a swirled pattern, two were crossed over. also at how well your edges were done (even though you did them all the time they still surprised him).
you began to grow a tiny bit embarrassed at his gawking since it was so up close and personal and not from afar. it boiled down when he spoke, the softness tying in with the genuineness.
“you look beautiful, y/n. jesus, how an asshole like me ended up with an angel like you, i’ll never understand, huh?” his hands found their way to your waist again, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling stupidly at his compliment. as your body was supported itself by holding onto him, his hand dipped to under your thighs to pick you up.
you squealed at the suddenness but still buckle your legs around his torso. “i mean look at you. i’m so lucky, ain’t i?”
you cut off his self-deprecation tied up into a compliment by the kiss you gave him. your noses bumped eachother’s as your head turned to the side, to deepen the kiss between you.
it had already gotten heated, your tongues in clash. it’d help if you stopped so you could finish cleaning up but you always commended eddie on how easy it was for him to captivate you in a kiss. his urge to stop was slim to none, especially since he had picked you up and you were sat directly on a ticket to your bedroom.
you hummed into the kiss, quick to object when you found your heart beating even faster. “dishes.”
with the single word mumbled upon his lips, he let you down. but didn’t stop kissing you. his ring-adorned, brute hands sat either side of you as they gripped the edge of the sink.
still enjoying being tongue tied with him, you decided to let him end it on his own terms. he finally pulled away but not without sending a few pecks to your lips and nose.
“beautiful. say it back to me,” he urged, wanting you to know how true it was. “beautiful,” you repeated. initially, you rolled your eyes at him but ended up smiling at the smile lighting up on his face.
“good. i love you.” once more, he kissed your lips again and backed up from you, walking away from the kitchen.
finally, staying out of your hair.
BAKUGOU THE HAIRSTYLIST
(Bakugou x black!momma!reader & baby girl)
I was inspired because I literally finished doing my hair the other day. ENJOY!!
I wholeheartedly believe that Bakugou will be good at doing your baby’s hair. His goal is to be #1 and he doesn’t just mean in hero rankings.
Bakugou watches how you do your baby’s hair and mentally takes notes. You do help him get the basics down and let him to his own thing.
He learns to do plats, twists, bantu knots, cornrows, and even the cute styles that have colorful rubberbands. Basically he masters all the styles included in the Little Black Girl Hair Starter Pack. Bakugou loves doing it as a way to bond with your baby. It also shows the amount of trust you have in him because he remembers you saying
“Ain’t nobody touching my baby’s crown”
(Bakugou had your kid being the freshest one at school 💅🏼)