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lovekatsukibakugo · 5 years

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Another Soulmate Drabble [Kirishima x reader]

I remember reading a Kiri x reader soulmate AU with hair and it was super cute, but I don’t remember where I read it or what. So I took some inspiration from that and did this cute lil thing. I hope you enjoy!

Warning for a single curse word! If you like what you read, commenting is Kindness! And if you Ould like to make a request like this on, the Ask Box is always open!

This is also hella short so sorry in advance.

The impact a soulmate had on their partner was immense. The strip of your hair that matched your soulmate’s was a constant reminder that you were destined to be together, but with your shitty luck the strip in your hair was black for as long as you could remember. Black as night, it sat against your head closer to your face. You couldn’t believe that their hair was black, because there were so many other people who also had black hair, how would you know? How would you find your one and only? Would you just know?

Your soulmate must have been thinking the same thing, because you awoke to a surprise. You had spent the entire night studying, hair pulled out of your face and concentration dead set on the assignment due by midnight. It was your fault for procrastinating so much, but you couldn’t help it. You loved school, but not as much as you loved having fun! When everything was turned in, you rightfully passed out on your bed. When you woke the next day half past 12, you walked to the bathroom and did a double take in the mirror.

You nearly missed it, but you would have had to question yourself on how you could have missed the bright red streak in your hair. You felt it, ran your fingers through it, had to rub it. It as permanent, not that you didn’t already know that but it was still jarring to you. Your soulmate had changed their hair color over night, or over the morning, or whatever!

Now you were looking for a person with bright red hair for crying out loud, not that it was a bad thing, but dear lord did it make a statement. You didn’t mind once getting past the initial shock, taking a shower and preparing for the rest of the day. Lounging around and doing nothing, you mind consumed by the dancing streak of red that would pace by your eyes ever so often.

Kirishima was in the middle of trying to find the perfect style for his hair. Nothing was gonna get his way from here on out! As he slicked the gel through his hair, squishing it between his fingers and lightly tickling him, he looked at the lone strand of (hair color). He smiled, knowing exactly what to do with it.

Taking it into his hands, he spiked it and made it look like a horn. He smiled at himself in the mirror as he did the same thing to the opposite side. He finished with the rest of his head and then gave a sharp toothed grin at himself.

Yes, this was definitely the manly guy his soulmate deserved! He just couldn’t wait to meet you.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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Breaking Bastion

Another punishment fic for the series. He's coming after EVERY wife because they all get on his nerves lol so just wait. Written for @bastioncarterstevens-udaku

**Edit: An anon was concerned that this could read as Erik being abusive, abusing his power without Bastion's consent. Understandable, but I'd like to say that Bastion is an actual character linked above (I didn't make her up). She's one of the 11 wives of the wifey fics and she's well known as the bratty sub. Check her out. She and Erik are married and he knows her well as her dom. Also, she does consent verbally and nonverbally in this story. There are other fics with Bastion and since this was written FOR and tailored TO her, I didn't go into the specifics of describing their dynamic and safe words. But in the future, I'll include a disclaimer or something to cut down on the confusion. Maybe something like this and the people who already know can scroll pass it, I guess.

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"You been hanging round Henny too much writing checks yo lil bratty ass can't cash," Erik grumbled, irritated. He gripped Bastion tightly by her bun and dragged her forward into his playroom, tossing her inside where she fell quickly to the floor from the force. Stepping over her, he turned on his camera and the footage immediately began to play on the living room's flat screen where the remaining ten wives were gathered. This show was mandatory viewing for all wives and Bastion would serve as the example to all that bratty behavior and explicit mention of other niggas would not be tolerated. Crushes were fine, but lately his wives seemed to go overboard.

"I leave y'all alone and this the shit y'all talk about. Y'all can't handle one dick for more than a couple hours and now you want two?" Shaking his head, this thoughts went to all the times each one of them tapped out, sweating and screaming messes. Pathetic.

"Y'all bitches want that nigga so bad, then go get him. Lil desperate asses. I'm a get a 12th wife. That simple." They hated that idea, he knew it. He had enough trouble with each wife seeming to have about three damn personalities depending on infinite factors. It was like juggling 33 women, and he struggled enough with 11. They wouldn't understand that though and he couldn't help his attraction to psycho ass bitches. Perhaps that was his problem. Charlie had been told him, but he ain't wanna hear it then.

"I ain't tell you to get up," he snapped at Bastion who was lifting from the floor. She instantly slipped back down, but he knew her annoying ass way too well. She acted up purposely when she wanted to be fucked into submission and most of the time it was fine. A little crack about his beard or head here and there, it was all good. The problem came when he heard her refer to herself as Mrs. Neverson as though she didn't have Bastion Carter Stevens-Udaku posted every-damn-where.

"Is he referring to Tremaine?" Charlie was shook. That's all her sisters talked about lately.

"Oh shit! How he know," Ryley gasped. She had a side bae of her own she was trying to keep low-key.

"It don't even matter. What's he gonna do about it? Nothing." Henny rolled her eyes, unphased.

"Oh you finna find that out right now, sweetheart. You hella faulty for that shit too," Erik spoke to the camera causing Henny to jump to attention. There was something in the room somewhere allowing him to hear the conversation.

"Then do something. I'm not scared of you, patchy ass nigga," Henny fussed.

"Skrr, this ain't about you right now. Shut the fuck up and listen," Erik fired back with a cut it motion to his neck.

"Aw shit," Angel's brows raised. Her man was advancing.

"Get the fuck up since you wanna test a nigga like I won't fuck ya tiny ass up." Bastion rose slowly to her feet and Erik's heavy hand returned to grip her bun, pushing her face towards the camera.

"Say ya new chosen name since y'all thought that shit was funny. I wanna laugh too, gone say it."

With his tight grip pulling painfully against her scalp, hesitation sat in her eyes. She was nervous, but she was talking shit before.

"SAY IT," he snarled lowly in her ear as he angled her face for the wives to see.

"Ms. Neverson," she spoke boldly. Showing off.

"Hm," he smirked. "You think that shit's cute. You want me to take my name back. You don't wanna be a Stevens or Udaku? Say the words." He waited for her lips to move but again she hesitated so he pushed her away again, heading to his collection of toys where he returned with a set of handcuffs and specially designed underwear she hadn't seen before.

"Strip," he commanded. "I don't want to," she combatted quickly.

"Bitch, if I have to say it again.. You gone regret it." Every fiber of his being meant the threat, but she'd still push him.

"I'm not afraid of you, Erik. Do what you gotta do."

"Hm," he scoffed, "Well now that I have yo consent."

He approached her and she tried to run but he grabbed her, and gripped her by the neck raising her kicking body in the air.

"When I tell you to do something.. I mean that shit. If you don't wanna be choked out on a fuckin loop.. DO what I tell you to DO." His hand squeezed her throat tightly willing to take it there. It took being choked out and shook twice before she finally agreed. By that time, she was a bit more sluggish. Her turquoise dress came off and then she reached for her matching heels.

"Nah, keep those on. Take off everything else."

The bra came off and then the underwear. Bastion stood with nothing on but her heels, diamond stud earrings, and a diamond tennis bracelet gifted from Erik himself and his eyes roamed her body in approval.

"Don't throw that shit on my floor, bitch, fold it and put it on the surface over there," he gestured to a chest of drawers. "And put these on," he threw her the panties noting her confused face. Every part of her body was committed to memory, but he still liked to gaze upon what he owned, watching her move fluidly back and forth. As far as he was concerned, she wasn't going anywhere. When she returned, new panties on, he stepped closer slapping the cuffs on her wrists, cuffing them behind her back before moving her bracelet to his pocket.

"Kneel." She completely ignored him, but that only made things more interesting. Infinite things he could do to her. He returned to his collection to grab a custom designed harness that he'd engineered himself and a 6-ft leather bullwhip.

"What? Um.. wait. WAIT NO, I'm kneeling.. See?" Her knees quickly buckled and fell to the floor, but it was far too late for that.

"I'm not afraid of you, Erik. Do what you gotta do," he mocked with a smirk before cracking his whip. "You done already said it babygirl." On one side of the harness in his hand was a moderately sized dildo and on the other side, a duster. He inserted the dildo end into Bastion's mouth and strapped it on tightly behind her head, satisfied with the occupation of her mouth.

"And this, my lovely wives," he spoke to the camera before pulling a remote from his pocket, "Is how you silence a brat. Simple. Now, Duster," he hit a button and Bast's eyes went wide as an intense buzzing came from the seat of her panties. "Do your job and clean this room. I want every surface in this room dusted from left to right. Start from the door then go around." He picked up the camera and followed her around as she walked in her heels, lowering her face and bending to sweep the attachment in her mouth over various drawers, tables, and surfaces. Pushing the button again, he smiled as she began to make muffled whimpers and groans and then she paused, swept away by the feeling in her panties. He snapped his whip hitting her ass and she jumped from the sting.

"Get to work, bitch. This ain't it." He snapped the whip across her ass again and she gasped, cleaning intently. "Good bitch. Dust all that shit.. yup," he encouraged capturing her from every possible camera angle as she worked. She looked like she was about to cum so he turned the vibration down and then off until she could move again, then he turned it back on.

"Can y'all guess the lesson in this? ..Since her mouth full and she can't talk?"

"Shit, you're a sadist? That's what I get," Josephine said, as the whip snapped again. Aly'sha looked at Henny who was staring down at her own nails, not wanting to look. "It's what she deserves," Aly'sha whispered unphased. She was eating Cheetos.

"You're cleaning up this house," Angel guessed enraptured by what was on the screen. Kimora was laying on Ryley's lap as Ryley stroked her hair absentmindedly. "You cleaning up this house and she need to clean up her act," Ryley said dryly, though her eyes were alight with humor. Charlie just shook her head, the same humor written on her face.

"That's right," Erik smirked, "And she ain't the only one. All y'all muhfuckas guilty in my eyes." A thick wooden paddle hung neatly on a far wall and Bastion's eyes followed his. She knew he'd do it. Wrapping up the whip, he switched it out for that wooden paddle.

"Now. I'm a whoop ya ass like you pledging until I think it's enough." Pushing her over the bed, she was helpless and he paused. "Let me make this clear. I don't care what the fuck you're attracted to. What I do care about is you disrespecting me and my name while you with me. You either an Udaku or you whatever the fuck, but you can't be both." He removed the vibrating panties and switched them for a vibrating toy egg which he lubricated and shoved into her vagina. Immediately she began to clench around it and writhe.

"You wanna fuck that nigga? Cool, pack ya shit and get up out my house.. Then plan that nigga funeral cuz you coming right the fuck back." SMACK. He swung hard for his first swing of the paddle and he knew it because the sound that squeaked from her spoke surprise. The pain combined with the pleasure of the vibrator would to help her see things his way. He landed another hard swing on the same asscheek with the same force and then another and another, only stopping to watch the wetness leak out of her. The endless muffled noises spoke pain and he landed yet another swing. He could do this all night.

"You been a pain in my ass forever and I can't be a pain for five minutes?" He tsked and moved to the other asscheek, evening up the tally on her deep toned skin. "You want some more? Yeahhh you want some more. You act up for this shit right? Or did you think I'd reward you with dick?"

He swung again, his laugh mocking. He probably looked like a villain to his other wives.

"How many swings was that so far," he asked into the camera already knowing the answer.

"Eleven," Ryley quickly supplied.

"One for all you bitches," Erik pointed the paddle toward the camera before swinging it again. Bast was breathing hard and loud. "Twelve for the bitch I'm finna get if y'all keep this shit up. You good babygirl?" He looked down to her tear-streaked face and held her nose shut for a few seconds before releasing it. She was struggling. He knew that gag wasn't too comfortable but it gave her something to bite down on. She shook her head, no. Aww.

"Damn, princess. Too bad."

He swung harder this time, lighting her cheeks up in ten more swings before he decided he couldn't go further without hurting her. He then massaged her cheeks in attempt to sooth the beaten areas, her wetness gushing to the bed as the egg buzzed.

"Freaky ass bitch." Unfastening the strap of the harness, he pulled the dildo from her mouth. There was a thick string of saliva stretched from her mouth to it. He pushed it back in roughly for her to gag on before tossing it to the side. "You nasty ass bitch. Roll over." He moved to grab the camera again and pointed it at her face. "Your name is..."

"Bastion..," she swallowed catching her breath, "Carter...," she gasped.

"Took too long," he said throwing her legs over his shoulder. The camera was focused on their pelvises as he stroked himself back and forth across her soaked entrance, teasing her and glossing the end and underside of his thick dick. He rubbed her wetness around his length before trailing down to her ass and breaching the rim before pushing in further, spitting to add more slip. Her mouth was stuck wide.

"You catchin flies or just preparing for this nut," he asked spitting a healthy glob. It landed in her open mouth and he laughed silently to himself. He had great aim.

"Swallow," he commanded and she did, groaning shakily, her eyes rolling back. Though her hands were cuffed behind her with her hips suspended in the air, she was still trying to grind into him and pull away at the same time, her orgasm rising to hit again. He held her hips still keeping his consistent pace.

"Nah, words. Be a good bitch and speak. Who's dick is in that ass?"

"..Yours," she breathed as he stretched her ass, hammering. He dug his nails hard into her skin.

"Nah. Say my fuckin name."

"..Y-yours.. Erik.. Daddy..," she keened.

"There you go, and who DNA you just fuckin swallow?" She couldn't help herself, she came all over him. And she had the nerve to talk about belonging to some other nigga. "You a dumbass if you think someone else could ever fuck you as good as I fuck you, this ain't even nothing."

He continued his assault on her ass as the vibrator continued. He wouldn't stop until he got his nut.

"Erik, she done. The lollipop is gone, stop sucking it," Charlie called. "Always extra! She can't even answer you," Angel empathized. He'd already taught her her lesson and she was on the straight and narrow. She shifted in her seat, remembering.

"At least he ain't breaking all her shit," Henny snapped angrily, flashbacks to her punishment pissing her off all over again. She touched her hair where he'd cut it.

"Shut the fuck up," Erik's voice growled making them all hot.

"MAKE ME," Henny yelled.

"I'll make you sleep in a fuckin box that's what I'll fuckin do. You gotta lotta mouth, but ya muscles don't fuckin match."

She said some other slick shit, but he wasn't listening. She liked to run her mouth a lot too, but that's all it was.. running her mouth, like a lawnmower. He knew how to block out the noise. All he was focused on in that moment was getting his nut. Time ticked by with him fighting off his release, liking the feeling of her stretched tight around him and finally he couldn't fight anymore. He pulled out.

"About damn time," Josephine yelled as he dropped Bast's hips, letting her limp legs fall. He pulled her bun forcing Bastion to help him by lifting as he pulled her to an upright position.

"I never wanted Tremaine," she grunted. "I just wanted to fuck him, I was curious.. that's all."

"Mhm. Be curious on these nuts. Clean my dick," he commanded and her lips attached to it quickly like two soft pillows, sucking him to his release, which she swallowed with no qualms. He grabbed her face squeezing it in his hand, her cheeks squished making her look like a chipmunk.

"I ain't even gotta fuckin ask you at this point, but I'm a ask you. What's ya fuckin name?" He looked down at her daring her to fuck up. The egg was still buzzing and that paddle could go another round.

"Bastion.. Carter Stevens-Udaku," she sighed.

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