#Katakuri x y/n

[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hi! I just read your Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji hc with a s/o afraid of having sex and I just loved it! Your writing is amazing and I really enjoyed it. I struggle with vaginismus so I pretty much know how stressful this situation could be. But I’m actually curious to request you the same hc but with much BIGGER boys, especially Doflamingo, Crocodile and Katakuri. Please feel free to add other big men bc I honestly can’t get enough of them.😭😭😭

Hi hi! So I feel really dumb because I accidentally deleted the request, but luckily, I had copied/pasted the text of my doc before. But sorry, anon D: Anyway, thank you so much for liking my work and for requesting! That was pretty fun to write. I decided to add King and the sweet Corazon. And before starting, please have a look at this, lol. Those guys are so BIG, help.

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, King & Corazon with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW (generals) : smut, MDNI, v!sex, f!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), size kink

WC : Oh my God, I got carried away... 4,3k. Enjoy. :D

⇢ You can read the part one here & the part three here

Doflamingo

CW : a lot of teasing, creative use of devil fruit, slight praise, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet name

Doflamingo is, let's say, complicated. Of course, he considers you as a part of the Donquixote family, and he cares deeply about his close ones. But, on the flip side, he can't help but love when people are stressed or afraid because of him. It plays with his constant need for dominance. So first, he would grin, almost laugh, and be extremely pleased with himself. "My poor little bird is afraid… because of my size?" While running his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. "I'll make it good for you, don't worry, just leave it to me." 

Doflamingo craves dominance, so he would be more than satisfied with this situation, his eyes roaming over your body with eagerness. He's a really patient man and also loves to play and tease you all the time. "Lay down comfortably on the bed." He would say, placing his heavy, large hands on either side of your hips, slowly pushing you down on the mattress, his eyes shining with nothing but pure desire. 

He loves how tiny your body looks when he's towering over you. It makes you look so vulnerable. Oh, sure, he loves when his s/o is smaller than him. Again, it plays with his constant need of domination. He finds it fascinating that he could destroy you with one hand. Luckily, you're his precious bird, so he would probably play with you and inflict some pain on you, but only what you're able and willing to take.

His hands would be surprisingly feather-light while running all over your body, tracing all of your curves, and fondling your breasts. Then, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index, delighted by all of your shivering and sighs. 

"Mh, you're so needy, y/n" with a low, teasing laugh as he slowly runs his fingers down your trembling thighs, tracing along the sensitive skin before slowly, really slowly reaching for your wet folds. He would smile, his eyes fixed on your pussy, fascinated by how needy you are already for him. But that's not enough. He is eager for more. "So pretty" 

He would begin to tease you mercilessly, tracing soft patterns on your inner thighs and lower-belly. He likes to play with anticipation. He's not the kind of man who just roughly and mechanically slides his fingers inside you. Without teasing, there's no fun.

The more you squirm and moan, the more he's pleased, watching your pussy becoming more and more wet. 

"So eager already." Purring close to your ears, making you shiver even more, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your spine. "What should I do now? What do you want y/n, my tongue or my fingers?" 

You'll have both in the end, so don't worry.

It's clear that Doflamingo has mastered using his long tongue. And the same applies to his fingers always fidgeting when he uses his devil fruit. He's probably a master when it comes to fingering and oral sex. So he would slowly sink between your thighs, licking your soft skin before finally allowing you to feel his tongue against your sensitive folds, keeping your thighs open enough for him with his heavy hands. 

You just can't help but arch your back as he eats you out, turning you into a whining and moaning mess. He would drink your juice as if it was a precious wine. "That's it", humming against your slit, licking your clit. Slowly, he would slide a thick finger inside of you. His mind would probably be a bit dizzy, thinking about how good he would feel with his cock inside of your tightness.

"You're so responsive, little bird," before adding another finger and hitting that sweet spot, still licking your clit.

And he won't stop until you cum all over his tongue and fingers. "Good girl" 

With eyes darkened with desire, he would finally removing his pants, his heavy and extremely long cock springing free, leaking in pre-cum and twitching in anticipation. You can't help but look at his length, stressed. "Do you like looking at my big cock, little bird? Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to fuck you senseless?" So sure, he would grin again before lying on his back and letting you ride him. 

He perfectly knows how to control himself so he won't just push roughly while you line your pussy with his cockhead, trying to brace yourself-up. You definitely want to do it, but you feel nervous. "Need some help, little bird?" 

As you nod, he would use his devil fruit to guide you. With one broad hand wrapping around your waist and the other guiding the strings, he would slowly force your hips to move down, impaling you on his breathtaking thickness, his eyes sparkled with mischief. That's the moment you would see him lose his grin as he can't handle how tight and wet you feel all around him. "So tight…" 

"You can take more?" As long as you tell him to keep going, he would continue to guide your hips down his length, groaning softly, with his hand fondling the flesh of your waist. "That's it, take it, take it all."

As you start to moan, he would say "What's up little bird, you love how well I am stretching you?"

And as you slowly get used to his cock stretching your walls, his cock throbbing inside you, Doflamingo would nicely use his strings to guide you moving up and down, delighted by the sloshing noises. The way your core swallows his length would be mind-blowing for him. The sight of your wetness covering his cock every time you move up and down is something he would love to see more often. Be prepared to entertain your king again.

Crocodile 

CW : slight domination kink, praises, he's smoking because well it's Crocodile, oral sex (Crocodile receiving), slight hair pulling, using of his hook in a slight creative way but nothing extreme, belly bulge, unprotected sex

Another DILF and dominant man. 

Crocodile is a silent man. So the second you tell him you're nervous because it's been a while since the last time you had sex and that you're also nervous because he's both long and thick, he would just raise an eyebrow. Just like Doflamingo, he would love the feeling of you being intimidated, because Crocodile definitely has a thing (and a kink) for dominance. He likes when you acknowledge his rank and qualities.

"You're afraid because of my size?" 

He would lead your hand until you reached his cock. "If you're nervous, then you have to become familiar with it." So he would feel the girth and the veins, breathing deeply, delighted by the sight of your small hands trying to correctly wrap his thickness. "That's it, y/n. Touch it and get used to it. Soon, it will be all within you."

He would talk with his usual deep, raspy, and calm voice, the one that always sends shivers down your spine. And sure, he would act all dominant, smoking his cigar while you try so hard to satisfy him. Of course, he would look down at you. You are in his hands. So let go of all your intrusive thoughts and just focus on him. Only him.

"Suck it." 

He would watch closely as you try to wrap your tongue around his cock, tracing all the veins, and licking hungrily all the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead. He would grab a hand from your hair with his heavy and broad hand, leading your head back and forth, while watching you drool and struggle to breathe all over his cock. He would slowly lose his composure, sighing huskily, unable to handle how cute you look with your mouth full of his cock, trying to figure out how to take more of his length. He would find the sight of his member glistening with your saliva to be quite entertaining. 

"That's a good girl. Come get your rewards."

The moment he blows out his cigar and removes his rings, you know the real deal is about to start. 

He would likely use his large hook, carefully running the sharpened tip along the soft skin of your stomach. Before slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. Avoid running your hands through his hair and stay still like the good girl you are. Otherwise, he might punish you with a hard pinch on your nipple and a rough slap on your ass cheeks.

Slowly but surely, then, he would reach your inner thighs and then your pussy. He would eat you out with his hand holding your thighs apart. He would you lick your pussy in a classy way, not like a vulgar starving. He would be fond of all your moaning and incoherent mumbling as you can't handle how good it feels. "You won't cum until I say so." While circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you, drinking your juice. Your shivering and tremblings are both entertaining and satisfying. Crocodile rarely goes down on someone, but when he does… oh, it's quite mesmerizing. 

"Stay still" if you start to squirm because of how good it feels.

And, once you're finally reduced to a whining mess, he would use his hook to grab one of your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading  your legs wide enough to fit in between. "Spread your legs for me." He would put a pillow under your back while manhandling you. And then, again, he would use his hook to slightly raise your upper body, until your pussy is lined with his cock.

"Can you take it?" 

He would enter you in one go as soon as you nodded. Not in a forceful way, but he doesn't see the point of taking a lot of breaks. Once his cock is buried deep inside you, he will soothe your trembling thighs by running his hand along your lower-stomach, feeling the bulge created by his cock. "Good girl. You're taking me so well." He would likely hold your legs tightly, trying to fight his own desire to fuck you roughly.

He's a patient man, so he'll wait until you're ready for him to start thrusting.

So deep and slow at the same time while he stretches you further, his cock throbbing and twitching. Not a grunter, but a pretty deep breath as you tighten around him. For this occasion, he will spare you from his usual roughness. But next time… you better be ready.

Katakuri

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, food play, unprotected sex

"I know, love." Yes, he would speak before you even have time to express your fears. Blame it on his haki. Katakuri has a lot of sisters, so he would be well-aware of those kinds of thoughts. If you're nervous, he would take some time to ask why, making sure to fully understand the situation. 

"I'll take care of you, everything will be alright." Despite his lack of words, you have faith in him. He's aware of the future, so if he says it's going to be fine, you can trust him and it's already really soothing.

The Sweet Commander is a gentleman and he's aware of size. He would never just slam into you, especially not if you're already afraid. Before even thinking of reaching for your pussy, he would start with a lot of soft kisses all along your neck, and then on your breasts, sucking on your nipples, pinching them nicely. He just loves your breasts. They feel soft under his palms. He could spend hours worshipping your chest. As you slowly arch your back, moaning softly, and relaxing under his touch, he would continue to kiss your stomach, honoring every inch of your body.

You're so beautiful. Despite his quietness, his eyes would be brimming with pride. Being intimate with such a beautiful woman like you fills him with pride. "You're doing great." 

His voice would always be calm and deep, as usual. The control he has over himself is quite mesmerizing. 

And well, Katakuri probably has a food play kink, so he would love to devour your body covered in cream. So intoxicating. Your body tastes amazing. The taste of sugar is also amazing. Both? Total heaven.

He would then sink his head between your thighs, eating you out like your pussy was one of his dearest donuts. He'd like nothing more than to please you, so feel free to guide him. Katakuri being both smart and observant, he would quickly learn all of your sweet spots, turning you into a whiny moan, begging for more. 

If you don't tell him to stop, he could eat you out for hours. He can't help it; it feels so good and you taste so good. He would drink your juice, circling your clit with his thumb and wouldn't stop until you cum against his lips. 

"So good." 

He would take advantage of your wetness and dizzy mind from your orgasm to slowly push one thick and long finger inside you. It's so tight and warm that he would struggle to keep his calm composure. Especially because his haki showed him some really nice pictures of what's going to happen. 

As long as you need him to continue, Katakuri would honestly just pamper you with kisses and caresses. He knows how big he's, so you have to tell him when you're ready to take him. 

Katakuri would keep your thighs apart with an impatient hand, exposing your wet folds to his eyes. He would look hungrily. His cock twitching crazily in impatience, leaking in anticipation. "You're ready?" 

He already knows the answer, but Katakuri is a gentleman and cares a lot about consent. It doesn't matter if his observation haki shows him everything in advance.

Katakuri would intertwine his fingers with yours before slowly easing his cock into you in one go. A slow, but steady one. And as he fills you up to the brim, he would lose his composure and sigh in relief. Your pussy feels like heaven around his cock. It's a perfect blend of tightness, warmth, heat, and wetness. "Y/N, you feel amazing." 

He would adjust his pace to what you're capable of. If you need him to slow down, he will. And he would be more than happy to comply if you asked him to be rougher. He is here to satisfy you. And you will be satisfied. Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess. The way his fat cock slowly slides in and out and hits all your sweet spots is just too good. It's such a delight to see the big, stoic Katakuri looking his composure because of your body…

King

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, kind of blindfold kink I guess (?), slight spanking, unprotected sex

Even with you, King doesn't like to show his face. He struggles with intimacy. Your confession would make him feel embarrassed. What is he supposed to do? He was about to fuck you without any further thought, but now he needs to take more consideration. 

He would slap your thigh with a sigh. "Turn around." 

While slowly lying on your stomach and complying, he would slowly remove his heavy mask, running a hand through his beautiful white hair. But you don't have the right to watch. The only thing you're allowed to do is imagine. You've already seen his face. So you close your eyes and imagine his beautiful, almost mesmerizing beauty in your mind: brown skin, white hair, and an expression that is both cold and determined. 

He would make you feel. Feel his mouth licking and kissing your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Wet kisses. His hair would softly caress your skin as he devoured the back of your neck, his big hands roaming along your waist to keep you steady. "Stay still" he would always speak with his lips near your ear, enjoying all of your shivering.

And suddenly, he would yank your panties or just push them asides, eating you out from behind, spreading your thighs. "Get on your all fours," he would command, just to have a better view of your glistening folds, before sinking back between your legs. He would keep your cheeks spread and lap at your pussy, intoxicated by your moans, your taste, smell, and how you feel against his lips. You're arched for him, exposed, so beautiful. 

Even if he eats you out, he would love to spank your ass every time you squirm, forcing you to stay still. "Don't move and let me eat you out." He can sense that you're tense. And he doesn't understand why because usually, he can slide into you with ease. But he would take his time, fingering you, rubbing your clit, turning you into an almost crying, whimpering mess. 

He would obligingly ignore his cock, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, taking his time to work on your tightness, stroking your back. "Shh, it's alright, we'll take our time."

He would love to watch how beautiful you are, with your ass up and chest against the mattress, and your head buried in a pillow. What a stunning sight. The way your pussy is messing up on the bedsheets is quite stunning. 

He would use the fact you're unable to see him to his advantage, teasing you, running his fingers along your slit, then rubbing his cockhead, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. "Please…" 

Please keep begging, it's a lullaby to his ears.

And finally, he would grab your hips firmly, filling you up to the hilt in one go, hitting your cervix. He would fight against his own desire to destroy you by digging into your soft flesh with his fingers. His strong grip would leave bruises on your skin tomorrow. 

With his huge cock nestled deep inside you, almost splitting you in half, he would let out a shaky breath. So good. So intoxicating. As you lie down, at his mercy, the sight of his cock slowly thrusting in and out of your tight hole, all stretched out around his thickness... it's too much to handle. As he plows into you from behind, he would moan. His member, all glistening and shining, covered in your wetness, the way your ass is swallowing him... 

He just can't.

His hands would be glued to your ass cheeks all the time. "You keep sucking me in, it won't let me go." 

He would try his best to stay nice. Stretching you out slowly. Even with slow strokes, his size is so overwhelming that it drives you crazy. Holding onto the bedsheets, closing your eyes, all you're allowed to do is imagine his jaw tightly clenched and his muscular body looming over you.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?" 

The instant you say yes and he feels you loose around his thickness, he will smash into you roughly, grunting loudly, slapping your ass, intoxicated by your you. And you alone.

Corazon 

CW : Body worship, praises, face sitting, protected sex, wholesome, soft sex

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

Let's assume it's your first time ending up in the same bed. Rosinante is always kind to you, and you know he won't do anything to hurt you. But still, if you explain to him you're nervous because he's big and also because you're always a bit stressed when it comes to sex… then, Rosinante would just be even more sweet. 

"Sweetie, we'll take it slow. You trust me?" 

He would be both careful and nervous due to his goofiness. What if he just falls on you? What if he crushes you with his weight? What if... oh, no, he's thinking too much again, his hands twitching on your body.

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you." 

As you ease him down, he would kiss every nook and cranny of your body: neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, belly button,... leaving red lipstick streaks all over.

His large, heavy, and yet kind hands would hungrily roam your figure, your shoulders, learning each of your curves, scars, and every single part that makes you, you. He would make you love everything you hate about yourself, making you feel safe and loved. 

His hands would be soft and heavenly as he fondled your breasts, mesmerized by how warm and soft they felt against his big palms. Well, he's still goofy, so he might accidentally pinch you or scratch your nipple, apologizing again and again with wet puppy eyes.

And slowly, his hands and mouth would continue to explore your skin, kissing your lower stomach, and slowly reaching for your damping wet panties. "So wet for me." 

He's genuinely amazed. Rosinante would be in awe: does he attract you so much? He just wants to smile warmly at you.

He would accidentally rip your panties apart, and then apologizes again. Please, just laugh or reassure him. After all, his goofiness is adorable.

He would be incredibly sweet if you're a bit nervous about exposing yourself fully to him. "Sweetie, I swear you're mesmerizing. So perfect and beautiful, I want to love every inch of your skin". While slowly running his hands along your inner thighs. "It's alright, sweetie. Just open your legs for me. Can you do this for me?"

If you're still nervous, then Rosinante would lie down and allow you to sit on his face with your wet pussy pressed against his lips. Rosinante would love to eat you out while rubbing his hands along your back, ass, and thighs. Soft kisses on your clit, hungry tongue drinking your juice while it flows down on his chin. 

He would gently massage your bottom while slowly sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue. Rosinante would just love to have your thighs squeezing his cheeks. Move, all you want against his tongue, all he wants is to satisfy you and soothe all of your worries. His focus will only be on you, regardless of how hard his cock is.

He would slowly slide a thick finger inside you, curling it nicely to hit that sweet spot, making sure you're ready and aware of what's happening. The way you moan his name and use his mouth as you please is mesmerizing. 

With two fingers gently stretching out, Rosinante would continue to worship your body with his hands and tongue. He's probably trying to hide his coughs because he's suffocating with his face stuck between your thighs. But who cares. The way you taste is like heaven.

If you want to cum, he would allow you to cum against his lips. If you want to stop before reaching ecstasy, that's okay too. 

"I'm ready for you, Rosi." 

Totally flushed and nervous, Rosi would let you ride him. He's too stressed by his goofiness, so it's better if you take the lead. And at least, you can control the rhythm and depth. 

Rosinante would definitely use a condom. But, he would struggle to open the packaging and then roll the protection over his length due to his nervousness, excitement, and goofiness. His big, shaking hands would likely cause him to split one or two condoms. Please, help this poor boy.

The shows continue with the lube. It's likely that he would let the bottle to fall, spilling all of the liquid onto both your belly and his hands. "I'm so sorry, sweetie!" And he would stupidly try to steal some lube from your stomach to smear it over his length. You can't help but laugh warmly, caressing his hair. "It's okay Rosi, relax."

His heart melts as you straddle him, his length twitching and leaking wildly. He's big, both in length and girth, and he's aware of it. He would allow you to take all of your time to prepare yourself. The way he looks at you tells how much he cares about you and how honored he feels to have you by his side.

"Whenever you want, Y/N" with his deep, soothing and soft voice.

As he feels your tight entrance against his cockhead, he would bite his lips, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. Because he would never dare hold you roughly and leave bruises on your body. When he sees that you're still a bit nervous, he would sit up while you're still straddling him. He would slowly raise your hips before easing his cock inside you. Pushing gently, each inch, slowly yet steadily. "Shh, it's okay, I've got you, you're taking me so well. You're so perfect for me." 

He would hold you tightly as you sit down on his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing great, it's okay, almost there, just a little more, you feel so good around me." With his hands squeezing your hips to keep you still. 

His entire body would be shaking. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you. You're so tight, so wet, and his huge cock is stretching you so nicely, throbbing inside you. 

He would soothe your back gently as he finally penetrates you fully, his large size stretching you out even further. "There it's over. Look at you, taking all of my cock so well. You're such a brave girl. " 

He would slowly guide your hips up and down, unable to handle how good it feels. " I've got you, let me take care of you." 

A lot of kisses, soft, heavenly touches, his breath deep against your breath as he continues to slide gently yet firmly inside you. He would praise you all the time, worshiping your body. A bit goofy from time to time, loweering you to roughly down his cock, scratching you or biting your lips instead of kissing you softly. 

But a really, really sweet moment, and a lot of cuddles during the aftercare.

[luxthestrange]

OP Incorrect quotes#15 *Insert Hamster eating banana*

F!Y/n*joins their's and Katakuri's hands, to compare sizes, giggling*

Katakuri: Marry me, Now

-Off in the distance-

Garp*With a sniper water gun aiming it at Katakuri*...Not My Daughter ya bitch

[precious-tissues]

I’m fucking devastated.

[sexydoffyman]

Somnophilia with Sanji and/or Katakuri?

U don’t have to do this btw

SOMNOPHILIA

Law and Ace version here

genre: smut

characters: Sanji, Katakuri

word count: 488

Warning: This may be uncomfortable for many people. If you feel like you can't handle this kind of content, keep scrolling.

A/N: Yeah, I could've made it a non-dark theme. Why would I do it tho?🪰 I took the CAE English exam. Now I just hope that I will pass.

I'm still pretty tired, so please let me know if the quality is dropping.

SANJI

-Sanji has a sick mind

-He once saw you so vulnerable, just sleeping.

-He jerked off to you so many times. He didn't even know why.

-He didn't understand. Why would he get a hard-on when he saw you like this.

-He didn't get it.

-At first, he thought of himself as a monster. (post nut clarity☠️)

-Just after it became a part of his routine, he started getting used to it.

-He still didn't understand how did you drive him so crazy in your current state, but he was more focused on his little problem.

-After a while, he starts to get more comfortable. He started kneeling over you and cumming on your face.

-Being caught is a boost of adrenaline for him.

-he always made sure to clean up whatever mess he made.

-After a few months of pleasuring himself in this fucked up way lot of shame built up in him.

-He came to you not being able to maintain eye contact. He told you everything.

-He told you all about the shameful nights.

-You both talked about it, and you found it funny.

-Later, he begged you on his knees to let him do things to you while you were asleep.

-After days of him begging you, you give him permission to do unspeakable things to you.

-"Just don't make a mess."

-He did wake you up plenty of times. You saw him saying the most filthy words to you.

-He always got embarrassed, and later in the morning, he made you a special breakfast.

KATAKURI

-You were one of his servants. Loyal and willing to fulfill any request of his.

-There were a lot of times that you felt like someone was watching you sleep.

-You always woke up to a completely normal room.

-Of course, He wouldn't let you know what he was doing.

-He loved to watch you squirm under his touch. The feeling of him being the cause of such movements made his mind go crazy.

-Sometimes, you would wake up with a slight bruise on your neck.

-He loved to just touch you. It was the feeling of power that was motivating him.

-You are giving him a service (even tho you don't know about it.) So he becomes a little protective of you.

-He always has his eyes on you. But again, he won't let you notice.

-He will just use his observation haki to see when you will look his way.

-He will never let you know until Big Mom arranges a marriage for you.

-It may not benefit her in any way, but for her strongest child Katakuri she'd do it.

-He will let you know you are not getting away from him.

-He is definitely possessive of you after the marriage.

-He isn't really sneaky about it either. Now that he has you in the palm of his hand.

-He will never let you go.

[jellyclogs]

One piece characters reacting to you calling them Darling

characters: Kid ,Ace, Mihawk, Shanks ,Katakuri

y/n has she/her pronouns

Tigger warning: Some cussing

Kid

"Hello Darling," you purred walking into his workshop. You put on a sweet smile. If this ended poorly killer would owe you an arm and a leg.(hopefully not literally)

Kid froze, setting down the project he'd been working on before looking at you. He looked incredulous studying you. His cheeks flushed softly, " Don't" He growled. His yellow eyes were sharp.

"Don't what darling?" You hummed tilting your head. You were doing your best to project nothing but pure Innocence. This bet could go poorly with your captain's temper. Killer had bet you a pretty penny that you couldn't get Kid to submit to you calling him darling.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” Kid huffed not looking at you his hands fiddling with whatever project he was working on. His cheeks were visibly red. No one in their right mind would believe you if you told them just how easily flustered the gruff man was.

“Of course not,” you hummed stepping up behind him and gently beginning to rub his shoulders, “I wouldn't dream of it.” you smiled feeling his trying not to relax at your touch.

“What do you want?” he growled aimlessly fidgeting with a screw, you sure were laying it on thick.

“I just wanted to check in on you, you been in here all day and I wanted to see if you had eaten. You know skipping meals isn't healthy darling.” you purred directly into his ear, this would either break him or make him break you.

Kid whirled around in his seat pulling you down to eye level, “What is with this darling shit?” your stomach was fluttery seeing his red cheeks.

You gave a frown, “Do you not like it?” you did your best to look like a kicked puppy… you were really good at that.

“I- Well.” he fumbled his words before crossing his arms, “If you call me that when any ones around you'll be swimming to the next island.” you could see the gears in his flustered mind turning.

You smocked kissing the tip of his nose, “Ofcores Darling.” you slipped from his grasp and made your way back to the entrance of his work shop before turning and looking over your shoulder, “You really should go get something to eat.” you chimed leaving him to his work. You had a nice little bounty to go collect from Killer.

Ace

“Darling you smoldering,” you whined trying to pry yourself from the pyromaniac’s vice of a hug. You know he was about as drunk as he could get which meant big words were your best weapon. If you said something he didn't understand his brain would work overtime and his grip on you would no longer be squishing your organs.

His body went stiff for a moment before he melted again looking up two you from between your breasts, “So I'm your darling?” he giggled. Before baring his face back in your chest and repeating, “I'm your darling.” into you.

You whine again, he clung to the wrong word, you bit your lip before trying again, “Ace you are sweltering. If you keep clinging to me like this I will melt.”

“You can't melt,” he snuggled in closer, “You're not made of wax.”

An idea sparked in your mind one that might just free you, “Ace you’re, not my darling, Marco is but if you beat him in a fight you can be my darling.”

Ace instantly let you go looking into your eyes before fully standing up, “I'm gonna beat up that dumb pineapple.” and then he was gone.

“What did marco do?” one of your crew mates asked smiling down at you.

“He told a drunken ace that i needed to be protected,” you smirked up your crew mate, “Aka he is the intier reason i had that flame brain smothering me.” you huffed.

The man lagged pating your head, “well get the hell out of doge befor ace finds him.”

“I’I’ sir,” you gigel giving the man a salute and  standing up. Now you could finally begin the walk to your bunk, and finally you could go to bed.

Mihawk 

“Hello darling,” you gave the swordsmen the most innocent smile you could muster.

Mihawk’s golden eyes shot up from the paper in his hands the look on his face anything but pleasant, “What did you do?” he groaned, his eyes piercing through you.

Yep, you had a filing this is how it would go, “I didn't do anything.” you tried.

He rolled his eyes taking a sip of his whine, “is this the kind of I didn't do anything, where you have managed two die all my shirts pink or the kind where you have managed to accidentally tame the humandrils …again.” his pricing glare was not letting up.

“I didn't know Parona had thrown in one of her red dresses and all I did was show the humandrils some human decency, either way, I didn't do anything,” you repeated putting stress on the I.

His eyes glazed over as he understood the situation, “Are you going to tell me what the two of them got up to?” he mused, swirling the wine in his glass.

“Now what fun would that be?” you giggled coming to stand next to him, “plus id much rather watch the two of them try to explain it by themselves.” 

Mihawk shifted his newspaper and patted his lap. “Did you try to talk them out of this?” he sighed in defeat.

“Of course I did,” you hummed slipping into the man's lap.

“Of course you did,” he groaned leaning his head back clearly regretting adopting the feral children that washed up on his island.

“Just be prepared to watch the world burn my darling.”

Shanks

“Say it again,” he hummed with a goofy smile, on arm wrapped around your waist as you cooked.

“It was supposed to be condescending.” you hissed as you stirred the boiling pasta. You told lucky rue he could have a break from cooking tonight. Your main goal, trying to get away from your captain. It did not work.

“But it’s so nice hearing it from you.” he nuzzled into your neck, his stubble scratching you softly, “Say it again,” purred.

“No.” it took all you had not to stomp your foot.

“Come on aren’t I, your Darling?” he chucked into your neck.

“IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CONDESCENDING!” you yelled.

“Aw are you too flustered to admit it now?” he teased.

“You are not my darling I was being condescended!” you tried in vain to get your captain to let go. You had dug your own grave and he would make sure to bury you deep in it.

“Oh no you can't take it back.” he squeezed you gently.

“Shanks I will start kicking.” you decided fuck it if words don't work violence.

“Just say it one more time and ill leave you alone.” he kissed your neck.

You sighed before giving in, “Darling if you don't leave me alone after this i will feed everyone but you.”

“Your so mean,” he laughed letting go of you and snatching up a bottle of sake on his way out of the kitchen.

Katakuri

“Darling would you please put me down,” you mused softly from your seat on his shoulder. He had been keeping you there your entire trip to the market.

“You know using pet names won't get me wrapped around your cute little finger.” Katakuri smiled, looking over the goods for sale, " plus you'll be lost in this crowd and I don't need to lose my little wife."

"But darling i want to look around and do a little shopping myself " you whined gently patting his cheek.

“What do you want? A dress some sweets?” he picked up an appel studying it.

“Its a farmers market, i wanna look at all the pretty jewlery and art.” you begged. It was always fun to look around and see what people could make.

“Fine, ill set you down.” katakuri smiled planting a kiss on your cheek, “Meet me at the fountain in 30 minutes.”

“Ok i will darling.” you kissed his cheek than slipped off his shoulders to go wander.

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A father’s Warmth

Katakuri x Wife! Reader

Context: Katakuri is finally getting to bond with his children after being away for so long.

In the heart of Komugi Island, you and your husband Katakuri, the formidable Sweet Commander of the Big Pirates, embarked on a new journey as first-time parents to twin baby boys. Each day was filled with the sweet chaos of parenthood, as you lovingly cared for your boys, who clung to you with unwavering affection. Amidst his responsibilities as a commander, Katakuri was determined to forge a deep bond with his sons. He took breaks from his duties to be present in their lives, eagerly wanting to be the father they deserved. With a mix of uncertainty and affection, he approached his babies, his imposing figure softened by the immense love he felt for them.

At first, the boys seemed hesitant, their curious eyes studying their towering father. But Katakuri persisted, refusing to be disheartened by their initial reserve. He adorned himself with a soft scarf, its gentle touch offering comfort to his boys. Slowly, they began to warm up to him, their tiny hands tugging playfully at his scarf. You watched with a smile as Katakuri played with them, singing lullabies in his deep, resonant voice, and sharing stories of grand adventures on the high seas. You could see the connection growing stronger each day, as your boys came to see their father not just as a fearsome pirate commander, but as a pillar of love and protection in their lives.

One serene afternoon, you quietly peeked into the room to witness a heartwarming scene that filled your soul with joy. There, you saw Katakuri with his twin sons nestled close to him, wrapped in his scarf, and a look of sheer contentment on his face. “Daddy’s here,” he murmured softly, as if to reassure the boys that he would always be there for them. Unable to resist capturing the precious moment, you quietly used a transponder snail to take a photograph. The image captured the essence of fatherly love - a powerful figure finding tenderness and warmth in the embrace of his children.

As the soft rays of the setting sun bathed the room, Katakuri and the boys fell into a peaceful slumber, their hearts and souls intertwined in a bond forged by love and determination. In that small room on Komugi Island, the mighty Sweet Commander of the Big Pirates discovered the profound joy of parenthood, proving that even amidst the turbulent seas of the New World, the sweetest treasures of all are found in the tender moments shared between a father and his beloved children.

©𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

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Do you have any writing plans involving Katakuri or the Big mom pirates?

Monster's Voice Is Sweet To Hear

Charlotte Katakuri x F!Wife!Reader

! !NSFW! !

This is from ao3, last year, sorry for any grammar mistakes, as well as my different writing, this is also the first time I wrote filth, aside from the love-making in the Ace fic from Ao3. I want to write something for him but the ideas are just not coming to me. I also didn't specify readers race. Just that it's a female and tall/stronger then a human since we all know Big Mom won't just toss away Katakuri and make him marry a boring human with no specialties. this could work on all shapes and sizes of reader, chubby and skinny.

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Rarely in the dead of night, a monster such as Katakuri needs love. It's something you can't say no to. After all, how can you deny that unnerving voice of his.

Warnings: Size difference, POST-WANO SPOILERS, multiple rounds.

In the quiet night, where only the humming of your voice is heard.

Light from the cake-inspired lamp bounces off the pink walls the shadow that's in a silhouette of a woman falls onto the giant bed in the center of the room.

On a quiet night, a married girl takes her jewelry off and places it in one of the drawers the magenta bureau contains.

You stand up from the chair, getting closer to the bed. Getting out of your clothes and putting on a modified (F/C) nightgown, you straighten the hot pink details running over your tall figure as you lie down on the heavenly bed.

Only at the sound of a door opening did you quickly get under the blanket. The sound of metal and leather rubbing against itself notifies you of the person who walked in before they can even say anything.

``(Y/N).``

``Katakuri.`` You shyly show your face from the covers to see the sight of your husband of 3 years now, even after all this time you can feel the blush creeping up your face, no matter how long you will never get used to seeing a man that's able to look down at you. That stoic and firey gaze always unleashed the butterflies deep inside your belly.

``I apologize for startling you, I've seemed to... Be distracted lately.`` This was his way of saying I forgot to knock on the door. With much time you start to learn the ways of Katakuri's speech patterns. Start to recognize what words his pride was holding back even from you. Apologetic wasn't one of them. It isn't like he's trying to hide something after all you've seen his biggest weakness in action multiple times, gobbling all kinds of sweets. But never have you thought forgetting was something Katakuri was capable of. It wasn't until after the incident at Pudding's wedding involving the Strawhats that Katakuri's mask, which he had been carrying since marrying you (probably much, much longer than that) truly shattered. Thanks to his younger sister Flampe not keeping her mouth shut about how horrid her big brother is physically and then about his treatment towards her, after what she did. The brat even tried to approach you to run her tongue about Katakuri. Your husband.

Honor is off the table when faced with a person with that kind of mindset. Never mind the respect when facing a worthy opponent.

``Mind if I join you?``

``No, not at all.`` You smile as you watch him carefully get out of his uniform. Never did you imagine you would smile at Katakuri, compared to the sad bride and groom the two of you were. The new life treated you both kindly, it wasn't fast but it wasn't slow-paced either.

The stiff and awkward interactions turned into small conversations about interests and they blossomed into what can only be fondness. The road came with its fare-share of bumps, and both of you dived head first in this with only your families in mind, ready to throw away what little freedom both of you had for your parent's satisfaction.

At the wedding ceremony, walls were built. Walls that cracked the more time you spent with each other.

``Y'know, Luffy was announced as an Emperor today.`` You fill in the silence. Knowing Katakuri's favorite topic you slide in the information.

Katakuri stops mid-changing and raises his head at that. He had told you about Luffy a couple of weeks ago, finally emptying his head to you about the topic he was trying to tell you the moment he returned to your room injured. You didn't push him back then.

The time will come when he'll bring it up. You would tell yourself. It's his calculations of reactions that hold him, little insecurities eating him up and even if the conversation was late, you are happy that he was finally opening up. To you at least.

``Is that so?``

``Yeah, it was in today's newspaper. It said he defeated Kaidou, impressive huh?``

You watch as he nods his head. You debate for a second if you should tell him the next sentence, but he is her son, after all, today he dedicated himself to the library (A time he cherishes since it happens so rarely. A battle with the Straw Hat sure tired him out. You wonder if it's a blessing in disguise sometimes. If it is you wouldn't be surprised.) and judging from his lack of knowledge about the feat Luffy accomplished, you might as well tell him now...

``Surgeon of Death and The Eustass kid from the Worst Generation were involved... They defeated Big Mom.`` At that, you can feel how the temperature drops in the room, his movements to put the clothes back in their place slowed down until they came to a stop. It almost felt like time had stopped.

``I've heard about that. All the commotion in the palace this morning was from Perospero's call. They needed a backup to retrieve them.`` He says as the heavyweight is lifted off the room, letting go of the fabric he was holding onto, the time begins to roll once again.

You don't bat an eye at Katakuri's actions and his casualness. You doubt he would mourn his mother.

You quiver as the blanket is thrown off of you, the chill biting your arms and chest before he joins you on the bed. You fix your body position as the natural warmth his body carries sends shivers down your spine. Your back facing his chest as his giant hand creeps up to cradle your waist.

You shy away or try to. But the moment his fingers softly graze your pelvis, a tight knot starts developing, his shy yet soothing and careful touches sending the blood up to your face.

He's mindful of his heaviness, even if you are taller than a human should be, more tolerant and powerful, he treats you the same as he would to his child siblings, with feather-light touches. It's instinct at this point. It makes you nervous. Makes you red and sad, as well as happy that he also wasn't the only one with bad habits.

Habits that differentiate you two are rare. Since most of them are dependent on higher-than-an-average-human height.

``Is this okay?`` his open eyes travel over your face devoid of any skin color except red. You nod.

``...May I?`` The awkwardness in his voice is precious. Sweet as a mochi should be. Not how a monster's should be.

It makes your heart skip a beat and your core to pulse.

The impatience takes over when he's leaving lingering touches closer and closer to where you would like the itchiness to go away. The temptation to grab his hand and drag it to your genitalia is strong. Biting the bottom lip you feel his hand cup your crotch, and it's a feeling you'll never get tired of.

He shoves the gown's bottom piece up to your belly button, getting the cue you grab the (F/C) silky cloth. It's tacky but it was one of the more subtle ones that Brûlée has picked for you.

You shift your left thigh to the side when the tips of his finger flex on top of your clitoris, a thin layer of fabric stopping him from intruding, yet he is still making you pulse and drowning you in the electric shock of pleasure. The fingers slowly run over it, again and again putting no pressure behind the movement.

When his right-hand digs behind your back, your flushed face barely turns around to ask him what he is doing.

``Changing position...`` Katakuri says as he carefully scoops your neck between his forearm and upper arm, his left hand grabs onto your right hip.

His show of strength as he gets you on top of him in a second, leaves your knees shaking. At first, you lay on his chest with your back pressed against him.

Even with your superior height he somehow manages to make you feel as if you were a human, it makes you doubt your reality for a millisecond, his right hand balancing you and the other one going down your body a bit too fast, your suspicions are confirmed by the impatience with which he tosses the blanket off of your bodies. The room temperature now no longer poses a threat to your skin.

This time he isn't as slow with his actions, leaving the undergarments on, he rubs up and down your slit, feeling its warmth escape onto his sweaty hands.

The quiet room was momentarily full of little gasps and beating hearts of both parties. A squeak leaves your mouth as you rise from your position on his chest, leaning on your elbows that are still... On his chest. The coldness that sudden separation brings on your back is forgotten as you look down to where Katakuri is making laps around you. The moisture grows in seconds when he presses his thumb on your clit, slowly rocking it sideways and tightening the knot deep within you.

You try to bite the bottom of your mouth to not let the noises escape but as Katakuri flattens his hand so his index and middle finger are sliding and tickling your entrance, the task to stay quiet becomes very difficult. You feel the way he snakes his second hand up your breasts while the other separates the undergarment from your folds. Little moans sneak past your lips as you look straight down, the bulge that shows from underneath your thighs just makes your heart beat out of your ribcage.

Katakuri lays his forehead on your shoulder as he feels the wetness coating the surroundings of your entrance, he knew the smaller hands were coming before feeling them pull down the owner's panties, momentarily stopping for her to take it off before he continued infiltrating it. His right hand fondling with your breasts squishing them but not rough enough to hurt you.

For a split second, you felt the pain of the stretch, arching your back and tossing your head over his shoulder as Katakuri's other hand played with the silk-covered nipple, he pushed his forehead down on your cleavage, it wasn't in his intentions but the size difference was really making your mind mushy.

You could feel him shaking from below you as you rest on top of him, closed eyes and clean mind absorbing your movements.

For a couple of seconds, you lay like that, panting breathes and already sweat covered. He won't move. He won't hurt you. He'll give you time to adjust.

Your hand lands on his crimson hair, fingers run through the short pink layers devoid of grey. It startles him, eyes snapping open he looks to his left shoulder where you are resting your head and meets his beloved's smiling face staring back at him.

Pink dusted his cheeks and as his heart jumped, his mouth opened and closed, this nervous feeling is shameful to him. The big brother Katakuri was still getting used to his new-not-so-new feelings towards new-not-so-new his wife, and expressing them to her face turned out to be the most complicated and difficult part. (Aside from Brûlée, she has seen him at his worst. It's a new feeling, a new type of embarrassment he hasn't experienced with anyone, not even Brûlée. The thought of this ever getting out almost frightens him. It frightens him.)

At last, he chooses to look away as you chuckle.

``C-can you move now?`` He nearly forgot.

``Are you... Sure?``

``Yeah, now c'mon... I was so close...``

He continues his motions with soft pink shades over his face, and slowly the two fingers slide deeper into your gummy walls. The clenching makes him wish it was some other part of his inside of you instead of his fingers. He listens as hisses leave your lips from the painfully nice stretch, the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes being wiped away by Katakuri's other hand that took a break from playing with your breasts, he feels his boxer get tighter when your legs shake around his massive thighs, for a second he feels glad that you aren't super tiny, it makes this feel like the first time both of you did it. It holds a special place in his heart, the lovely touches have never been that satisfying. And every time you take your time to show affection to him during it- he falls further and further in love with you. Even if he doesn't show it, or return them, he appreciates the gestures.

He knows it's time to start the actions of love and that you would certainly never reject it. It's the childish fear keeping his head and eyes locked away during them. Is he shy? Maybe. Does he wan't to return the gesture? Some would think that he doesn't.

The whimpering noises fill his head as he finally went in knuckle deep, he lifts his head from your cleavage and brings your face closer for a kiss, eating the deep moan that leaves your mouth when he pulls out his finger and pushes it back into the warmth. Watching with open eyes how your eyebrows point up in pleasure twisting into a lustful picture he'll love for the rest of his life. The fact that he is the only one who's allowed to see it makes his head dizzy with what other expressions he could steal from you.

He slowly fastens his pace, making and leaving your walls a mess before he gets back in and fixes it with his fingers, finding that spongey spot was easy, having it memorized Katakuri curves his fingers upwards and pistons into it, barely taking his fingers out.

One after another lustful noises (now louder than ever) escape before you can bite your tongue. At some point, drool started coming out of your mouth. Eyes closed you can feel how Katakuri milked your sweet spot brutally, making your cunt weep and sting oh so impossibly delightfully.

His hand and your thights are all wet now.

``Just aah little m-more...!``

You were so close. So incredibly close.

The moment Katakuri forced his hand to dig deeper in your cunt, to get past the line of his knuckles, and pushed upwards into your belly, forcing you to arch for him harder was the moment you were seeing stars.

Your closed eyes were going into your head and your wide mouth was slack as he held your hip with one hand and rubbed your clit faster than ever with the other one. Throwing you off the edge and finally loosening the knot that was tied at the start, slick now not-so-unclear dribs down your slit, he doesn't let you have a break, hand still accompanying you even after your orgasm.

You don't complain.

He slowly pushes your pelvis down with his forearm to meet his hips, not slowing his fast-paced rubbing. Your moans are now as free as they can be, but you limit yourself, wanting to hear little grunts and deep slow moans from Katakuri. You honestly think you could cum from his voice alone.

He's beautiful you think.

His eyes are closed, the furrowing thin eyebrows holding onto the sweat drops that are covering his face in a thin layer of gloss. His eyes are closed yet he seems so concentrated to make you cum again. The vein in his forehead is on full display for you. His naturally long eyelashes adorned his hooded eyes.

``You're Beau...tiful... Kata...``

The way he hides his mouth in your cleavage and not in your shoulder because of his big size, the way he is avoiding eye contact the moment you whispered those two words. The way your heart shattered, is like no other pain you've felt. Because this boy is so... So incredibly sad. You want to kiss the pain away, the worries to be crushed under your tall figure. You want to shield him because he deserved so much more than this family.

``Sooo pretty... C-can you look...at me?`` Exhausted, you reach out.

You don't pay attention to the second orgasm, too busy complimenting him about his beauty. You miss how he is rutting his clothed hips right on your naked ass. You don't miss how he turns his face to the opposite side from you, you don't miss the red-colored ears as you hug his neck. Biting his ears as you are getting closer yet again. You notice how he's gone quiet the moment you praised him. How he is listening to your moans right in his ear.

Suddenly he crashes his hips into you, stinging sensations of him losing grip on his strength lays mockingly on the prints he has branded on both sides of your hips. Even if you were drowning in an indescribable pleasure you didn't miss the way he threw his head back, he almost roars a held-back-moan as wetness spreads on your ass. You don't have to look down to know that both of you guys's cum is wetting the sheets below.

Did he cum by pleasuring you?

Shit... That's so... Hot.

You've known there were ten million ways to love somebody and this. This was one of them.

Katakuri relaxes on the pillow behind him, coming down from the high he tossed both of you in, your arms still around his neck. He opens his eyes looking down at your face, It's a mess really, with sweat and hair sticking on your forehead, swollen lips from the previous kiss (he spends extra seconds looking and feeling the breasts resting against his own skin) but it doesn't matter to him, all he sees are the fruits of his labor. He finally removes his hands from your hips, his gaze falling on a now-covered-by-your-nightgown spot.

Did he leave a mark?

A giggle escapes from your lips before you can stop it, earning a playful glare from his direction. What's so funny?

``Aha-I'm sorry, it's just. You're so red!`` He looks through you, unfocusing his eyes before turning his (now red from embarrassment) face away from you.

You rub your cheek against him, feeling the stitch scars that lead to his mouth hole.

``Awh! C'mon don't hide from me!``

``...You're getting brave (Y/N)...``

``I don't have to be brave to call my husband beautiful and handsome! Plus you're so cute right now!``

``I'm not cute...``

``Sure you're not.`` You're pushing it. You are sure as hell not sure where this confidence came from but you aren't complaining.

Putting your hand under his chin and turning his face toward you.

His eyes settle on your lips before you pull yourself up to make your (S/C) lips land on his monstrous mouth. Like a beast, he doesn't close his eyes, unlike you.

Yet again choosing to make up for the time he closed his eyes during the sex. Staring into your wet eyelashes.

His left arm drags you so impossibly closer to his chest, in a hug while his other hand puts a strand of (H/C) hair back over your ear. When you try to pull away he follows your lips down. Cherishing the strawberry residue that the lipstick left.

A couple of moments last of you two in a romantic kiss before it turns into playful pecks across each other faces. Katakuri was careful with his fangs, still getting used to having someone get as close as he was to the white knives. He calls them and judging from the sharpness you can't exactly call him wrong.

It lasts like that for more than necessary. The sweet touches turned harsh from him is a normal feeling for you, pain tolerance is one of your specialties. It's in your blood. There is nothing he could do from the outside that could hurt you. From the inside, it's a different story.

It's the reason why Charlotte Linlin chose you to be the bride for her second son.

``He's a monster in humans skin,`` She said.

``Better have that scarf around you at all times Katakuri, don't frighten the soon-to-be bride.``  She said at one of the tea parties she had invited your family over.

It was humiliating for him to hear those words, let alone in front of a different kingdom's royal family. Those words were enough for you to have an opinion set on Big Mom.

And Katakuri too. It was respect, you respected him for putting up with people like his mother daily. Another thing to add in the similarities chart besides the height.

``Don't you think your genetic powers would make lovely children for my boy here darling? Wouldn't that be wonderful?``

You pity the children you have to give birth to. Because you know it will happen.

Her piercing gaze and a change in tone was the only reason you nodded your head. It was how the entire party went actually, with you acting like one of Big Mom's homies. Bobbing your head to every compliment she would say about you and your powers.

Maybe that's what left a sour taste in Katakuri's mouth. Why he avoided you for a couple of months after the wedding, he probably saw you as a fragile bimbo who was swayed by fear.

You would hate to say it but the truth is always hard to swallow.

It was what you were before the wedding and after. No doubt about that. The fear of upsetting a bomb that was Big Mom terrified you to your core. You could take Katakuri ignoring and avoiding you but you could never say no to them, the strings she had on your family were too tightly tied around their necks to risk it. Not to mention the thousands of people's lives each of your family member represented.

``The more you fuck around the more you're gonna find out`` As your diplomat father would say in all kinds of situations. It's just that in this instance it wasn't comedic.

It was a psychological thriller. And fucking around you couldn't.

It was a sad start to your relationship with him, an unwanted marriage both of you were against at first, maybe in another lifetime one of you would have had a voice to protest it. But for now, you enjoy the soft embrace of his arms around your shoulders. A loud banging of his heart against your ear.

The chill of the aftermath leaving your body and replacing it with a sticky feeling between your crotch and the smell of sex that wasn't visible at the time.

``Well then, don't you want to clean yourself up?``

``No, I don't.``

``W-why not?`` Usually, Katakuri loves his cleanliness, organization, and tidiness. He showers after coming home, often he's the one running to the bathroom with towels in his hands before you can even process that you've arrived home.

``...I just don't want this to end.``

``... You...`` And you thought Katakuri had run out of his surprise factor. It makes you want to toss your feet in the air with tiny kicks, giggles and everything, it makes you blush.

Seriously? Why are you acting like a schoolgirl with a crush on her upperclassmen?! Have you lost all your marbles in you, woman?! Where is the royal blood?!

You can practically feel the inner, secondary or tiny voice in your head yelling at you.

``Y... You do...?`` Unbelievable.

A nod from him is all you need.

``Y'know, we don't... Have to end it...``

``What?`` God his obliviousness makes you want to strangle him.

``We can... Continue it instead...I-i mean... If you... Want..?`` You run your index finger over his chest, tracing the tattoo with half-lidded eyes and lips in a kissing position. If this isn't lustfull, you don't know what is.

``...``

``...``

``... We can?`` His shocked eyes leave you once again, speechless.

``Of... Of course, we can! If you have any energy left that is... What made you think that we couldn't..?``

Sex is something that rarely happens between you and him since both of you most of the time are sent out for missions separately, however, If your memories aren't lying to you there are a total of four times (not counting this one) that you guys have slept together. How many times did he want to cuddle after sex? 2 times? 3 times?

Such a bad wife you've been to him.

WHAT DON'T THINK LIKE THAT!

Your questions go unanswered. Instead, he gently turns you onto your back, his hands balancing himself like a pole, they shut off your field of vision 'till you can't look anywhere instead up.

And up you look.

You think it's a sight any fair lady would go feral over. So what if you've seen this many times before, it never fails to make you nervous, the confidence dripping off of him, even if shaky eyesight proves just how unconfident he is.

Swoon over him you do.

The feeling you got at the start of the night coming back ten times stronger and filling up your heart until it's back to the pace it was before, this time maybe even shaking sideways for dramatic or. romantic effect.

Your breathing quickens as his head follows his body that was leaning on his thighs which were usually heavy with accessories of any kind, mostly following his gothic style with minor changes. Now he stands on top of your legs with his free-of-any-weight ones, caging yours with his knees. He has a charm in the way he travels his hand down on your skin, giant fingers ghosting over the most sensitive of places. The size difference isn't much but staring at your squished thighs and comparing it to the thickness of his knees makes your breath hitch, gulping you look up towards his face.

Katakuri's sharp crimson eyes glimmer down at you.

He had never once failed to make you feel so unbelievably small under his gaze, you find this exact moment perfect to take off your sticky nightgown that's wet with substances from both of your bodies. It turns out to be a good hiding device for your face, too bad it only lasts a couple of seconds before Katakuri gets suspicious.

Once over your head, you toss the (F/C) fabric somewhere on the floor. Presenting your fully naked body to him.

You don't know when or how he got the boxer off, but he now stands in all of his glory. One would think he was flexing his muscles, and he was. With how heavily Katakuri was breathing, you would have run your fingers up his tattoo if he didn't grab your legs first, taking them out of his leg jail, it was an awkward struggle to pull them over his thighs but he managed to not stretch it out for too long.

It felt so right, you against him fitting like puzzle pieces, your warm legs clinging onto his hips that are the perfect fit for your long legs.

It's your fantasy coming to life and so is his.

Katakuri pulls your hips near his pelvis to get you in a comfortable position. His fingers play with your now relaxed entrance. His other hand strokes his sex in front of you.

Shyness is thrown out of the window.

``I'll... Be slow.`` He always says that. But he can not help the roughness come into play the moment you get used to having him inside you.

You shiver as his head presses against your folds, hiss as it's slowly getting past the cold surface and into the warmth your insides bring. You hear him let out a grunt of his own. The shakiness of his hands on your hips calms the arch your back has been put into.

Katakuri pushes in with slow motions.

He tries to distract you will little strokes up and down your arched back.

You try to not tense up, you really do, but his fingers weren't enough for you to have been ready for his cock. It has that extra length and thickness his fingers weren't capable of having.

The sting leaves you panting and watery-eyed.

Katakuri looks down at you, completely stopping his actions when the walls around his girth close his pathway to bliss.

He lets you relax and adjust to his length. Looking at your face when you wipe your not-yet-spilled tears. Feeling the walls grip and loosen around him makes him close his eyes, ignoring the sparks of pleasure that are signaling him to just rut into you. He turns his face back to you, opening his eyes.

Katakuri doesn't ask you to relax, he knows you're already doing that and he knows you'll signal him to move onward, there is no need to remind you of what's obvious. So he stays quiet, humming and touching you elsewhere across your body, a gentleness he didn't know was capable of, coming forward and dripping honey over your pain, sugarcoating it with his lips that are kissing up your neck.

You put your hands over his shoulders, feeling the pain go away only for it to be replaced by numbness. calming down you nod your head against his scarred cheek.

``You can go on... Now.`` And he does. Slowly and surely with the help of the previous round. He bottoms out.

Your walls surround him, while his grunts surround your head. Both of you stay still for a moment, him going back to kissing your shoulder while you hug his neck, lost in ecstasy.

The world is summed down to only him and you, even if you are running your eyes on the walls of the room, you're still breathing in his leftover cotton cologne, lingering on his skin for just a bit longer.

He starts moving, god he starts moving.

Rocking into you slower than ever, stickiness in your crotch area goes unnoticed. The feeling of him moving and dragging the pleasure away only for him to slide back in, adding the rubbing against your clit with his shortened pubes is soul-shattering in a pleasing way, making your brain mush and your mouth full of unholy sounds.

Sweat dribbles down the side of his face still buried in your shoulder. He is not a man who leaves hickeys. Even though It's impossible since he can't exactly hurt you, although he enjoys leaving marks with anything else, they don't last long, only a couple of minutes before it's back to the way your skin was. But he likes having your signatures on his back especially since that's the only place covered by his jacket in the public.

Even now you leave tiny trails with your nails on his back, not strong enough to break the skin but just enough for them to look like a part of his tattoo gone wild. it just sums up more blood on the southern side of his body, getting him harder than he was before.

It's too much for you when he starts setting a fast pace, his hips meeting yours midway through your grinding, it's too much you tell yourself.

The way he is holding his wide torso with his elbows right beside your shoulders since you didn't let go of his neck since you grabbed it. You feel silly, sticking yourself onto him this way but he doesn't have any complaints. Even if it's too much how you cum yet again with shaky legs and slick dripping down your crack and onto your arched back. Too much of him rocking into you. The mattress below you squicking and rocking with his thrusts. Not only the mattress, but his thrusts also drag your entire body with him, meeting him halfway through his pulling. Too much moaning coming from your side, it's too good.

Too good to tell him to stop.

You can't tell when you came again, the shakiness is blending in with his hips crashing into yours, and you can't tell what is your natural body's doing and what is Katakuri making your body do.

Him finding the sweet spot was the last thing you wanted him to do. You wanted him to find it.

But judging from the electricity hitting you full force again and again and again, making you cry out in all kinds of movements to push him away, you can't be sure.

Katakuri takes advantage of your vulnerability and pulls you away from him so you could relax on the light pink pillow almost swallowing you whole. Allowing him to thrust at a slightly different angle, an angle that also relieves tension from your back.

He straightens himself, now standing on his knees as he looks down at where your bodies are connected, he lands his hands on your hips setting an almost inhuman pace you aren't able to keep up with.

Not with your body and not with your mind.

He pays no attention to your face, you've had enough of that before. Instead, he watches as his hands slam your hips to him, and your poor clit swollen and sad, lies helplessly. Taking him with no problems.

``A-ah little more..`` he moans out. You want to cry at how much he wants to drag this out.

You can tell by the way his hips stutter before calming down completely, going back to the slow pace he did at the beginning.

It's too much.

``Katah-kuri, please!-`` Your voice cuts off by a scream that left your mouth when he slammed his hips back into you unexpectedly.

You can hear him chuckle lightly at your trembling figure lying under him.

It's like he is teasing you and himself.

Tears drip down your face as he repeats it a few times more, before grinding his pelvis when fully entering you cleanly. Your abused cunt beats against the few pubes it has stuck in the wetness surrounding it.

He doesn't let your wobbly legs slide down his thighs, holding them harshly and not letting your bottom parts get away from him.

You can feel it before it comes. The way a vein in his dick starts pulsing and throbbing. Filling your insides to the brim.

You don't look down, instead, you pay attention to Katakuri's Addams apple bobbing up and down in his thick throat accompanied by sweat drops, the way his heavy jaw comes up and down, and the way his eyes are closed and tensed as are his eyebrows. How the other shoulder free of any tattoo (one which you were previously gnawing on) is red colored. It's shiny with spit, tears, and sweat.

It's as far as you get before your heart finally calms down, forcing your eyes to close and your body to pass out, exhaustion finally catching up to you. The last thing you see is a blurry figure of Katakuri looking down at you.

His worried voice calls out to you.

And here you thought you could endure a monster's sweet voice.

[ruris-world]

｡･ﾟﾟ･ My sweet oblivion. ｡･ﾟﾟ･

➳ pairing: yandere!charlotte katakuri x fem!reader

➳ summary: you adapt to your new life, and your husband shows you his biggest insecurity, your reaction surprises him.

➳ content warnings: mention of previous non-con, male mastrubation, inappropriate use of devil fruit, uhh..voyeurism? dubcon,fluff, insecurity, kinda of dom!reader/ sub!katakuri, uhh, emotional breakdown [?? idk, lol ] ooc katakuri, err marriage kink?? [ i seriously don't know ], oh! a bit of a breeding kink, a smidge of a size kink [ i mean come on, he a big boii ], emotionally vulnerable katakuri doesn’t know how how to deal with feelings, a smidge of food play, I guess implied virgin!katakuri, reader is shy yet shameless, handjob, blowjob, pussyjob, no mention of aftercare, kind of rushed ending, also first time writing actual smut

➳ word count: 8.7 k [ 8,751 ]

➳ author note: i have katakuri brainrot, and he needs some love, so it's a win-win situation. also unedited and kind of a rushed ending. Please mention any warnings I missed. Inspired by this ask. English isn’t my first language, and I accept constructive criticism and any advice :)

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It has been a while.

7 months since the wedding, maybe.

you aren’t allowed out often, the few times that you are out you are attached to him, your husband, quite literally by his mochi.

you find it ridiculous, a power that is so powerful due to its user, you saw him fight once and it wasn’t a fair fight, if you could even call it a fight.

whatever…

days tend to blend in each other, especially if its spend in just one room, sure it’s a huge room even while not compared to your ‘normal’ sized body, but there isn’t one to really keep you company.

sure, servants come and go to bring you food, clean and organize, but they don’t speak

well, not to you at least

which you also find ridiculous, you find a lot of things are quite ridiculous.

the first month was spent crying, thrashing, and escaping, trying to at least, he would always find you, or one of his siblings would.

you stopped trying to escape when he emerged from a literal mirror

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the second month was just spent…existing?

you were, are scared of him, you just spent it in a haze, you guess, you don’t remember much but you do remember the time you almost caught him with his scarf off.

It was by accident really, but before you could even glimpse at what was hidden you passed out, and woke up with an aching head, and flowers with a bunch of donuts on your side of the bed.

you didn’t really care what was under the scarf to be honest, but after that incident you went out of your way to avoid him if you even thought his scarf was off.

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the third month…, was when he ‘forced pleasure’ on you.

you guess he is a man after all….

he never did anything other than use his fingers, but even that was too much for you, if you would compare it, its like using a human cock.

well, that’s a lie…

he did use his cock once, just not his real one.

can you even consider a mochi finger shaped as one, a real cock?

you don’t want to think about it.

he never force himself at you, at least not in that sense, even when the budge in his leather pants looks so tight it may just burst.

he makes sure you are cleaned on clean sheets, then he gets off in the bathroom, and sometimes he doesn’t.

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the fourth month, is when you got invited to his mother’s tea-party, it was…nice, to go outside that is, the party itself was chaos.

believe it or not, you tend to fall into routine once you are kidnapped and aren’t allowed to get out of the room being held captive in.

so it was a breath of fresh air when you were let out of your room, and into the tea-party, and yes his siblings are a handful, and you are scared half to death from half of them , but it’s nice.

nothing much happened during the month, you don’t expect much.

…except that one instance.

he makes sure to come back at night, no matter how late the time is, he is always back, and he always gets up early, his side of the bed messy and the distant smell of him still present in the morning.

most of the time you are asleep when he gets back, sometimes you are not.

it was in the latter end that it occurred.

it was late at night, can borderline be considered a morning, no one is supposed to be awake, but you are

you were on your side, glimpses of a well-rested sleep taunt you as the door to the room opens, you don’t get up, you already know who it is, and you’re too tired to entertain his bullshit.

when you hear him call out to you, you don’t respond.

you would’ve called yourself foolish, if not for the fact that he doesn’t use his future-something-haki when he’s with you.

evident by the time, someone walked in when he was pleasuring you, and you never saw that servant again.

there is a rustling present, and it almost lures you back to sleep, except that he calls out to you again

you are annoyed, and very much on the verge of snapping at him, but you ignore it since you aren’t stupid, that is until you hear it

“darling, fuck—j-just like that”

is he…?

he wouldn’t…

“ah—you’re s-so—shit—so good”

would he?

“mmhm, you’re—hah—so sweet f’ me”

what are you supposed to do? do you turn around? talk? pretend to be asleep? ignore?

his pants continue mixed in with a couple of curses and groans, most of them are stifled and you hate that his voice alone sends blood rushing to your face and awaken a second rhythm within you.

you shift to test the waters, he doesn’t make an attempt to stop based on his noises, maybe you shouldn’t…

you ignore that part of you that says you shouldn’t, as the ‘squelnch, squelench, squelench’ drowns your thoughts.

you just wanna see, peek at his tip, see what the obscure sound is, surely his hands and cock aren’t the only thing that can produce such sounds, and bring him such pleasure, right?

it should be fine, right?

you’re his wife, it’s ok, right?

right?

right.

you slowly shift your body, trying not to make such ruckus that you do stop him, and his pleasure from escalating any further.

‘fuck it’ you think as you lay on your other side, eyes closed and make a sleepy sound, you hope it won’t deteriorate him or the situation.

his grunts don’t last another second, as everything around you stills, and silence fill the air, the sound of your deep breaths, and his harsh ones are the only thing present, seconds pass by and then-

hands are on your head, they trail to you cheek, and you feel one of his fingers trace lines on your cheek, and then they let go.

you don’t feel or hear anything after that, and you worry that you caused him to stop, and not reach his end.

not that you should care if he does cum or not.

that thought is interrupted by the noisy sound of slapping of his skin against something that continues, only this time faster and louder.

you are afraid to open your eyes, but that fear disappears when you hear his next words

“i’m going—fuck going to b-breed, you, be -hah- be a good w-wife and take it” accompanied by a loud moan.

all caution is out the window, as your eyes fly open, and what you see leaves you breathless and dripping.

there he is, charlotte katakuri, sweet commander, cold, merciless, the perfect brother, the man who brought you here, your captor and husband, fucking his fist.

his mochi fist, that looks like a cushion and is suspiciously moving along with his hips.

you don’t dare look up, eyes transfixed on his hips moving in and out of the cushion, his cock looks so big and you can even see its imprint —despite the dim lighting— from inside the makeshift cushion, his other hand is gripping the mochi with a death-grip, and you can only imagine what his face looks like.

you hate what the image does to you.

you hate the fact that you can feel your slick drench your panties, even more and then it occurs.

“f-fu—ck!”

holy shit.

you think you can cum from the image of him cumming alone, his hips stall in their movement as he cums, his thighs tense, yet shakes, and his cum spills into and out of the makeshift cushion or fleshlight or whatever; no other thoughts enter your mind other than that you want that thing to be you.

you almost scold yourself for the thought, but then he starts moving again and he do so with a whine you can’t watch it, you wish you could but you honestly think you would cum if you would do, so you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

that night you sleep to the sounds of him panting, and wake up to the same messy sheets with no evidence of the night prior other than the drench in your pants and an almost un-noticeable tear in his pillow.

it’s also the month when he starts to become least present.

sure he sleeps at your chambers with you, but he doesn’t visit or stay or talk, not like he used to, and you find it ridiculous.

you find it ridiculous that he makes you crave his presence, you find it ridiculous that he makes you miss him, you find it ridiculous that you cry yourself to sleep twice a week because of him.

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the fifth month, you snap.

he comes in one day, it's midday if you would assume, there are no clocks in your shared room so you have no way of telling, you are reading a stupid romance that can’t catch your attention, when the door open and the ‘clink, clink, clink’ of his steps appear.

you look up at him, as he shrugs off his jacket, and wanders to your shared closet.

you would have admired his back, if you weren’t so blinded with rage, you look at the mirror, think twice, shake your head then get up from your place.

you stalk towards the closet doors in the big room, and come face-to-face with his leg, oh what did you even expect?

you look up at him, as does he look down on you, he speaks first “darling? do you require anything?”

you stare, and stare and stare, a million thoughts rush into your head, a million more you want to scream at him, in the end just tears fill your eyes.

you sniff, gather all your strength and hit his leg, he may punish you but you don’t care, you are hurt.

“why did you leave?” another hit

“who do you think you are?” another hit

“you can’t j-just—just leave me like this!” another

“what? you can’t even spend time with me?” and another

“you’re so so…selfish!” another, and another and another, and then he bends down, and you break.

your eyes are closed, sobs recks your body and fills the air, your tears fall to the ground, and you probably look like a mess right now, but you don’t care.

your breath escapes in gasps, and you feel yourself being picked up, you’re so tired you can’t even yelp.

he brings you up to him, and when you open your eyes, blurry vision can barely see past his scarf, sobs, snot, tears, and even a bit of drool are falling all over his gloved hand.

god, you are so pathetic.

before you can wallow in more self pity, his other hand come to wipe at your face, and trying to save yourself from more humiliation, you go to help him, he doesn’t let you, and you don’t have the power to fight him.

your face is flushed, and you try to calm your harsh breathing that is broken by a few sobs.

once you have calmed down enough, he speaks, voice filled with an unknown emotion “I apologize darling, I hadn’t quite thought of how my actions may affect you”

you look up at him and hold his stare, after a few moments he pats your head.

you stare off at his scarf and decide to just spit it out before you chicken out “w-will you stay with me?”

his eyes soften, and you feel your heart flutter as the words “of course, my dear” are whispered into the air.

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the sixth month is…messy.

your relationship is improving somewhat, there are still awkward moments, not that you are the one to blame; after all it's not like you asked to be kidnapped.

it’s the month he lets you out the most, he takes you on walks, and strolls, he combs your hair once, well at least he tried, he makes you sleep on his chest that month, you refused at first, but he didn’t care and either way you both know that you can’t do anything about it.

you think that his chest is warm and smells like mochi, and you had asked him to take you with him when he went to do his work, surprisingly he did.

he makes you a mochi bed thingy, which you quite enjoy as it is very comfortable and bouncy. You stopped asking for it though, since he would become red in the face almost every time you did ask for one, and would sometimes leave you alone in the room.

you find being left alone ridiculous.

you find the fact that you miss him, more so.

you find yourself catching feelings, the most ridiculous fact of all.

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the seven month, this month is…

you are in your room, getting ready for bed, he isn’t here, however you find comfort that he would be in the morning, after all tomorrow is your anniversary, and he had made sure that he got the day off, well half-a-day but it’s better than nothing.

you are in your nightgown, about to get under the covers when he enters the room, and locks the door, which he doesn’t normally do, unless he leaves you alone in his office.

something is wrong

the air around him is tense, you can tell from the frown present on his face, and the slight rigidity of his movement confirms your suspicion that something is wrong.

you are debating whether or not to ask him when he sit on the bed, you blink and tilt your head, the question lingers in the air, you ask nonetheless “is something bothering you?”

he looks at you, you hold his stare, your frown mirrors his, it deepens when he sighs, he looks to the side.

this is new, he is usually…well, straightforward, blunt.

you sit upright when he mumble a “it’s nothing”

“katakuri…, what is it?”

he looks at you, off to the side again, back at you, closes his eyes, then sighs.

“kata—”

“I may be a monster, but I will always protect you, you may find it unpleasant, many before you have, however that won’t deter my affection for you…”

you are confused as fuck.

his eyes are on you, watching you as if you’re the only one that matters, and in that instant you feel like you are.

“it’s an unsightly matter, I will not put the blame on you, if you may wish not to view.”

what the hell does he mean?

he stops, and makes his way into the bed adjusting himself so that his face is near yours, and then he continues.

“this mark of shame that is constantly on me, i will not be saddened if you may not require to view it, again…”

you can see the intensity of emotions in his eyes, and despite all the words spewing out of his mouth, you think that you can get lost in the pretty amber.

“after all it is the reminder of my failure, a-as a brother, my imperfection…”

his hands go up into his face, you feel obliged not to look away, as if you owe him this, grips his scarf with one large hand, stays there, waits.

his breathing is hard, like he has been waiting for this moment, knows how it will end.

…and in one swift movement the barrier between the both of you is broken.

his eyes scan your face, as you do the same.

you want to laugh, honestly.

scoff at his face, and laugh at him.

for thinking all of that, and making a speech over some fangs.

it’s laughable, but you don’t.

laugh that is.

what you do is scan his face, his lips are kissable, his fangs are nice, gives him a charm about him, you wonder how they feel, are they pointy? or soft? could a nip penetrate the skin? you want to touch them, no you want them to touch you.

you want to feel them, really feel them, want to kiss them, want to feel them running down your body, want them to go up and down, want to feel them between your legs, nipping at your—

his scar stretches all the way up to his ears, and you never thought a scar could looks so attractive before, you want to kiss it, every inch of it, you want to run your hand through it, you wonder if the skin feels different there? would the texture feel different than his skin, his lips? how far is he willing to let you explore him?

you intake a sharp breath, his eyes flicker to you, right now though, right now, with his heated cheeks, laboured breath and flickering eyes, he looks so, so…

“cute.”

he blinks, you do too.

a blush.

“you’re so cute, katakuri”

your hand goes to his cheek, his eyes follows.

your thumb runs over his scar, it does feel different.

not bad…, just different.

he blinks at you, you can feel the heat rising to his cheek, when you look at him, he holds your stare for no more than a second then immediately invades it, you swore you saw a glimmer of tears there.

a few more beats and breaths, his hand stops you from touching his fangs, his eyes still haven’t caught yours.

“s-stop, it’s not—you may hurt yourse—”

his words are cut off by your hum, you can almost feel his doubt, guilt, he’s nervous, anxious, and you never wanted him more.

you slip your hands out of his, you take a large hand into your tiny ones and begin pulling it towards you as your words fill the air between you both

“you don’t believe me, hm? well, you can use your whatever haki, or…”

your eyes goes up, up, up, as the hand that you captured goes down, down, down.

“you can check for yourself…”

until it reaches below your nightgown and presses his enormous fingers into the damp spot, leaves them there.

you take a deep breath, consider your choices, this man is the one who took you, forced himself on you, you feared him for the longest time, he left you alone multiple times, felt like you were abandoned, but…

his eyes speaks volumes, there are tears and disbelief present, and that speech that left his mouth still makes it so that he is open, vulnerable

you want to take care of him, eventhough….

ah, fuck it, you think and then speak.

one.

two.

three.

“…my dear husband”

he intake a sharp breath, and stills, you swear you could see his eyes darken, his fingers push where you left them, which makes a surprised moan leave your lips.

and then you pull yourself up into him, your hands are on his cheek, a few beats then he looks at you, a frown on his face.

you pay it no mind as your lips crash into his.

a beat, then another, and another, then he responds, and oh, does he respond.

its inexperienced, messy, your lips don’t mold together, but god is it satisfying.

you don’t think you have been kissed like this before, you don’t think you will ever be kissed like this again, and in that moment you don’t think you mind it so much.

at first it's slow, then escalates and escalates, and then there is tongue, and spit, and drool, and teeth, and fangs.

you find out that the fangs do break skin, well at least the ones on your lips.

a beat, and a second, then a third, your heart throbs against your ribcage, and escalates until you are almost sure that he can hear it, you want to stay there forever, trapped into an infinite kiss but alas you are a human and you need oxygen.

you pull back, he chases after you, trapping you again against him, you smile, pull back, want to tease him yet his hand pushes your head pressing into him, he wants more and more and more.

he is greedy.

he is insatiable.

he is selfish.

but only with you.

only for you.

you put your hand on his jaw, he jolts, you break free, with only a string of spit trapping you to him.

pants escapes you, making you breathe harder, and harder, he isn’t in a better state than you, in fact you would say he is in a worse state.

drool escaping from the side of his open mouth, face flushed till his neck, you can swear there are hearts in his eyes, along with unshed tears—your heart clenches at the sight.

your lips brush against his, and he almost captures you again, if not for the grip you have on his hair, one tangled in his now messy hair, another grabbing at the nape of his neck, he groans as the grip you have on him causes you to pull on his hair. 

he presses his fingers into you, both of you are playing a dangerous game.

none of you mind.

“wait, kata…lay on your back.”

his eyes that were previously glazed with a haze clear a bit, yet there is a confused frown on his face.

“huh? b-but you—”

“shh, kata, let your wife take care of you for a split second, and relax.”

“come on, katakuri…” a peck on his lips, “be a good husband and lay on your back” another peck, this time near his fangs, “let me make you feel good” another peck, this time on his nose, his eyes flutter close at the contact.

with a groan he gets off you, and lays on his back on the bed, you follow after him, straddling his heaving chest.

your hands slowly travel along his abdomen, towards his pecks, slowly trace over each nipple, lingering there and then escalate towards his neck, to his jaw which is slack open for you, his eyes continue to follow each movement as your hands stay at his jaw a bit further.

you dully note that a past you would call you ridiculous, what you are doing is ridiculous, would probably shout at you, tell you that you shouldn’t do this with your kidnapper, the man who strike so much fear inside you, the man who hurt you for far too much, that you should hurt him just as much, and even if it was a lie call him ugly, disgusting, a monster.

you leave that part behind you whenever you press your lips to his jaw, trailing pecks over there, he jerks in your hands, you guess he is pretty sensitive there.

you hum, with a smile, and whisper in his ear “what’s wrong kata? did i hit a spot?” he shudders in response, and you get more wet at the thought that a man so big, powerful, and beefy is reduced to a shuddering and blushing mess with just a few touches.

Katakuri has no idea how to feel, or process the situation before him.

He didn’t expect your response in a million years, and the mere thought that you not only said those words but continued to mark him with your wet kisses and wandering hands makes his head spin.

and while surprise and bashfulness full him and heat his cheeks at the way you called him your husband—the tone, the hidden emotion, and the way you looked at him—he can’t deny that it turned him on, immensely.

perhaps he should feel more grateful for you and your reaction, however he can’t help feeling that maybe you do deserve to feel some level of disgust at viewing his face, that maybe you should have screamed, or that maybe you should have—oh

“Fuck”

“Hmm? now tell me dear husband of mine—” he almost whines “—where have i lost you”

he flushes more under your gaze that captures him feels like it will swallow him whole, it's lustful and full of want, he duly notes the effect you have on him, and that a past him wouldn’t be so appreciative that he is allowing himself to be weak and vulnerable.

but that’s ok.

because the past him doesn’t have you around.

because the past him doesn’t have you kissing down his tattoos.

because the past him doesn’t have you whispering hushed praises about him.

because the past him doesn’t have your lips kissing and licking down his body.

because the past him doesn’t have you willingly blushing and fumbling as you ascend his body.

because the past him doesn’t have you, just you, so tiny, and exposed to him.

his hands flex at his sides as you kiss down his happy trail, leading you to his prominent bulge that's straining against his leather pants.

you hum and look at him through your lashes, his breath catches in his throat, god he’s so weak for you, its almost pathetic.

Almost.

your tiny fingers go to his belt, trying to free him, yet as you fumble with the skull on his belt, his hands come to join you, he’s hesitant, you note “can you help me?” you encourage him and the blush is consistently increasing down his neck as he whispers a “yes”

you let go and watch in fascination the way his hands quickly and masterfully unbuckle his belt, then proceeds to remove his pants, your hands flies to his, “take those off too” you motion to his gloves.

he nodes then does as he is told, and you inspect them, you know how they feel, but seeing every little detail in them? appreciating how his hands are much bigger than yours? how are his fingers longer? knowing they could reach spots you never dreamed of experiencing?

god, they were pretty, looked calloused and rough, like they have texture, and the veins that ran down them, you could drool.

your thighs unconsciously rub against each other to gain some friction, but you remind yourself that this isn’t about you, it's about him.

“kata, kata, you’re so pretty..”

his closes his palms at that, and flexes them open, you can’t help it, your hands go to grab his fingers and bring them to your lips “can i?”

“yeah.” he says the word breathless, and you don’t wait a second before you put two fingers into your mouth, both of you groan at the contacts. Your hands goes to hold his hand and guide more of his fingers into your wet cavern, you suck on them and run your tongue under them, as response he presses on your tongue, weighing it down, you moan at the feeling, dragging his fingers backwards and forth, a few more times until you feel harsh breaths blowing into your face, you open your eyes that you haven’t even realised you closed, to meet amber ones.

Katakuri’s eyes were wide blown, watching the way your mouth sucks his fingers off like its a cock, and the way you seem like the simple act of having his fingers in your mouth has brought you pleasure, he couldn’t help it, he normally has enough self-restraint, but it was like his fingers had a mind of their own.

you are taken aback by the taste of a mochi-like substance that suddenly erupts in your mouth, and you stare at him yet find his gaze distracted at the way his fingers escape your mouth to make the liquid dribble down your chin and into his leather pants.

You swallow what you could of the liquid, and he watches with eyes of a predator as it gobbles down your throat, you lose yourself for a moment in his face, and once again you are captured by the beauty of the man infront of you.

Katakuri can feel the heat of your cunt on him, and the realization that he is the one who got you all hot and bothered turn him on more than he cares to admit, he can feel the weight of your gaze on him, and when his eyes flicker to you, he is stunned by you for a second, and just when he is about to be captured in your spell again its broken by your small “hi”, and he thinks you never looked more adorable than this, so flustered and tiny, cute little gasps escaping you, and the way you keep fidgeting around.

“Hey” his voice rumbles, a rare smile crossing his face, and the giggle that you let escape warms his heart a bit more.

The wholesome moment is yet again interrupted, by the gasp he lets out as you adjust yourself directly into his bulge, and the shocked expression, followed on by the smirk on your face lets him know that he’s in for real.

You continue your previous actions, and pull down your kata’s pants, he helps you by raising his hips and then continuing to pull them down further down, and yet again you are infatuated with the man below you. The way his thighs are flexing and twitching, they looked so muscular and you find yourself wanting to bite them, kiss them, and worship them, yet the only thing that you find more delicious is the way the now much larger bulge is wet, you’re not even sure if a man can spare that much pre, without cuming.

You wont lie, you are intimidated by his size, that isn’t fully revealed, yet you find yourself strangely aroused, you’re not even sure why, thus before you can back out, you pull down his boxers, and your jaw drops.

The way he almost slaps your face as he springs up, only to be hung down by the sheer weight of him, the way he has veins running up and down his shaft, the way he is continuously twitching and the way he throbs, the angry red tip that is all but leaking delicious pre, all that and more makes a second rapidly fast heartbeat in you awaken, and all you can think is that you want him i– no.

you need him inside you.

“Darling, y-you don’t have to do this if you–oh fuck” he is cut off by your mouth leaching on his tip, and sucking on him, you can’t fit him inside you, yet you hollow your cheeks and push more of him into you.

Katakuri is convinced he has died and ascended to a heaven-like place for monsters like him, not only is he feeling toe-curling pleasure, he is receiving it all from you, and katakuri has never felt more loved as he does now.

Laying on his back, with you pleasuring him, and both of you having such a vulnerable yet intimate moment, he would have never imagined this the day that you came into his life, not by the way you reacted at first, screaming and thrashing all around.

No, he was fully prepared to live all his life loving you while you hated him and despised him, you are his everything, and as he gasps at the way you littered him with kisses, all wet and sloppy, he can swear that he has never felt more loved and in love than in this moment.

You lick up the pre from the underside of his cock all the the way to his tip, where you kiss it, before smearing some on your lips, you lick your lips as you watch the way your hands continue to pump him, he’s so big, both your hands can’t even fit around him.

“You taste so good kata, like mochi” you giggle at the sound that escapes him at that statement, before going back to licking and sucking him, one hand goes to his balls, while the other sneaks its way to rub at your embarrassingly wet panties.

You close your eyes shut, as you hear the few groans that he lets out, his mouth otherwise covered by his hand, you would have told him to let you hear him, if you couldn’t feel that he was close.

You try your best to relax your throat, its painful you won’t deny but you know you will be rewarded with the sight of him cumming, so you push through, you force your muscles to relax, to fight the discomfort, you bring both hands to stroke his twitching length, you try what you know, your drool and his previous pre helps serve as lube.

Your eyes snap to him, intent on watching him climax, katakuri’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his mouth is covered by one hand, drool escaping the side of it, his other hand gripping the pillow beside his head so hard that you worry about it for a moment, yet the best treat of all is his eyes, rolled to the back, and if the light focused just right you could see the tears mark down his flushed cheeks.

it’s all too much for you, and yet it proves the same for him as his hips suddenly jolts, with a keen moan–more like a whimper of your name–and then he cums, it’s sweet, yet thick and is too much, your eyes water trying to swallow as much as you possibly can, however it proves futile as after a few seconds you’re getting off him, choking and gasping for air, you try to get your breathing under control, and when you do, it’s when he just finished cumming.

Katakuri does not recall what happened the moment his orgasm has him, all he know is that the pleasure was too much, and then he was seeing stars, he barely registers the sound of choking, nothing but pleasure that he never has felt before registers in his veins, it’s as if every fibre of his being is experiencing it, and he thinks he passed out for a few moments, he cannot recall.

All katakuri knows is that by the time his eyes are opened again, he feels at easy yet so ridiculously sensitive for the first time in his life he doesn’t have the words to describe how he feels, only that he was feeling an after-glow of pleasure he can’t comprehend however that was contracting the look on your face, your eyebrows are crossed in a frown, and you had your hands holding the side of his face.

your thumb rubbing his cheek, which was a weird sensation, not unpleasant…just different; he feels exposed, like he is showing something meant to be a secret to everyone and everything around him, yet he never more close to you than at that moment, and he quite liked that, he liked having you and him alone, intimate, vulnerable together, to be able to indulge in each other like this has to be a blessing, or divine intervention to have an angel like you gifted to him.

“You’re drooling, kata”

He didn’t think he had the energy to blush even more, nevertheless you prove him wrong once again in the same night, yet the sound of your laughter makes it worth the temporary embarrassment, without him noticing a smile stretch into his face, he feels safe and content with you.

But then he remembers, “darling?”

“Kata” he can hear the smile in your voice, he takes both hands in his, and your smile flatters a bit, “what’s wrong? Did you not like it?”

He shakes his head, before pressing his lips to your palms, he’s careful not to graze you with his fangs. “No, i did, i enjoyed it quite a lot, frankly”

“Then what's wrong, do you-”

“Darling, rest, i just…”

“Hm?”

“Well, i–you, i want to return the favour…i need to make you feel good” he feels like a fool, stumbling over his words like that.

“...you don’t have to do that”

“No, I want to, I need to bring you pleasure, as the one you have brought upon me, only if you are comfortable with that too. darling , do you want this?”

“Yeah” it's breathless, the way you say it, just like he previously did and the way your lips are, it’s like every movement you make is to tempt him, tease him, it feels like a trap, and even if it was, he would gladly fall into one, if it's for you but now, now he wants to kiss you.

So he does.

You’re surprised for a moment, and he thinks that he did something wrong, before you respond back, with the same intensity. It's passionate, full of electricity and emotion, it's like two lovers have met after a long time. It's pleasant, but then it’s not. It quickly escalates, until it’s all drool, teeth and tongues clashing with each other, it’s like taking a bite out of a forbidden fruit, something that you know is wrong yet feels good, too good, both of you want more, so more you take of each other, until the moment you can’t go longer with oxygen is reached.

God, this must be the millionth time you kissed him tonight, yet you can’t get enough; you want to makeout with him forever, his lips are addicting, and the way his fangs feed that addiction is unmeasurable.

Somehow during that process katakuri managed to get rid of your nightgown, you don’t even notice until you feel one of his hands creeping up your back, and that sends signals down your spine.

The way his fingers are delicately running up and down your back, and fiddling with the strap of your bra leaves goosebumps down their path that you are sure he can feel, you would be too occupied with the thought of that if it weren’t for his lips that are moulding against yours.

You let out a gasp that is swallowed by his tongue, as he manages to get you out of your bra, he keeps a hand on your hips, holding you still with one and the other one goes to your cheek pulling you away but not before ending it with a peck on your lips, you try to deepen it drunk off the taste of him but he doesn’t let you, instead he chuckles at the whine you let out and the sound goes straight to your core.

“patience, pretty…” his voice is sharp, deep, and sends tingles all over your body, the ability of his voice and the entirety of him that has a hold on you can’t be denied any longer, no matter what you try it always catches up to you.

katakuri ‘s thumb rub over your bottom lip, teasing you, everything stalls for a moment, it's like there’s only you and him, he looks majestic like this, almost heavenly, the way his amber eyes are gazing at you, almost devouring you, and then the cold air hits you, and you realize your bra has abandoned you, almost instantaneously his eyes widen with an emotion your brain cannot decipher.

Your hands go to cover yourself, suddenly feeling shy and bashful under his intense gaze, he doesn’t say anything for what felt like forever, until he grasps both of your wrists in one broad hand, and rubs circles into the back of your hand.

The other hand still trapping you against him, almost like he needs you two to be close, intertwined with each other, desiring you, becoming selfish and indulging himself for once, and yet he will be selfish, if it's with you, never once daring to think of a warm embrace, a chance to rest, to be vulnerable with no judgement, he needs you, and you need him. It’s a simple fact, yet one that seems as a sin, and yet, yet…if a monster like him is to be able to serve you, bring you pleasure, will it be less of a sin?

“Darling, don’t hide from me..” he sounds almost hurt, as if the mere thought of you thinking you’re undesirable brings him pain, as if you’re anything less than perfect, the mere thought of you not seeing yourself as he sees you, not being treated like you deserve to be makes a flame lit inside of him, he needs to show what he sees through his eyes when he dares lay his gaze on you, and he starts by pulling your hands away.

The hand on your hips brings you further into his chest while the other lets go of your hands, not before placing a kiss on each of them, your hands land uselessly into his pecs, as his mouth graze the tender flesh on your breast, hesitantly he begins placing kisses there before taking a nipple into his mouth, the euphoria you feel from such a simple act causes your hands to press down on him, and such a simple act makes you feel a heartbeat raising under your touch.

He gains courage the longer he keeps nursing on you, one hand is already playing with your other nipple, teasing you as he rolls it in-between his fingers, he’s good at this, almost too good. A choked moan escapes you at a particularly hard twist accompanied by sharp fangs scraping your skin, it’s too much and yet not enough, your hands somehow found their way into his hair, pulling at him, and you feel rather than hear the growl that follows your actions.

“katakuri, please” your voice comes out more pathetic than you would like, yet you don’t have time to dwell on it, as he releases the bud from his mouth with a ‘pop’.

He leaves a wet kiss into your other nub before whispering against it “no one else likes seeing me like this” Your hands grips his hair harder, pulling him away from your chest, his eyes unhoded and hazed with lust takes a moment to adjust to yours, ignoring the way his saliva and cool air makes your nipples stand hard you took in a shaky breath to arrange your thoughts.

“…stop” you don’t know what else to say, this is the same man who kidnapped you, and took you by force, and yeah sure your feelings for him developed into something, but it’s complicated.

it’s within your right to be upset at him, you should curse him and after all the things he had done to you, be ingratiated to be within his vacenitg yet you can’t bring yourself to do it, you look at him and his eyes stare back at you.

There it is again, that look in his eyes, it makes you want to scream, why? why? why?

You can feel tears brim near your eyes, he blinks at that once, twice, “stop, just stop!” it comes out more than a sob than you would like, yet you can’t do anything about it, you don’t want this, you don’t—

Katakuri’s lips are on yours, his knuckles brushing against your cheeks, other hand on your back, pushing you more into him, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle, connected, pulling away just to whisper sweet nothings against your lips, apologizes spill from him, and continue doing so as his kisses trail down your jaw and into your neck, his fangs scraping along them, neither painful nor pleasurable, just applying pleasure.

You gasp as wet kisses are being planted into your collarbone and descending further downwards, yet not fast enough, large large hands busy themselves by pushing you into him, other hand hovering on your thighs, hesitant, before grabbing a handful of them.

“kata, please…” It's amazing how a couple of words can make your husband snap, as soon as these words are let out into the air, his grip on you tightens where it can almost be considered painful.

He drags you closer to him, and the feeling of countless hard years of training runs deliciously against your clothed cunt. Your moan is wet and full of sound as the first real friction of the night is received by you. Familiar fingers push your ruined panties to the side before proding against your entrance, they move slowly coating themselves in your juices before plunging into you.

The wanted touch of his makes your back arch, and suddenly your back hits the mattress, and his mouth is on your nipples again, it’s all too much stimulation, the way his fingers is constantly moving in and out of you, the way his tongue leaves marks and kisses everywhere, the hold he has on your hip bone preventing you from running away from his ministrations.

Too much.

Too much pleasure, it's almost painful.

And yet.

Yet you want more.

Need more.

Your thoughts are in a jumbled mess, and it takes way more effort than you would care to admit to speak, still you do; because as his desire for you is insatiable, so is yours for him.

“W-wait, wait, please stop!” his hands stall almost immediately, he detaches his lips from your body, and his hand is again in your cheek rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, which you lean into, before meeting his gaze.

It’s full of worry, his brows furrowed, a pout on his flushed lips—really all of him is— before asking in a whisper, as to not startle you “are you alright, darling? have I gone too much? Do you want to stop? We don’t have to–”

You feel bashful under his gaze, and the way he is so concerned for you, you try to regulate your breath, but you want it so bad, need it in you. “Hah- god no…no, no, I-I wanna cum on your cock…”

“Darling.., I–We can’t…”

Katakuri feels bad for the frown on your face, he doesn’t want to deny you it saddens him and as he watches a frown settles on your face, your lower lips wobbles, it pains him to see you like this and he is ready to apologize again, offer you another option to bring you pleasure as the one you brought him, yet his thoughts are interrupted again by you.

“We– you don't have to put it in…” your voice is small, mumbled but he is sure that he had heard you, he is confused for a moment before you say again, your voice wavering “you.., I can just rub it against me..” your hands immediately goes to your face.

He doesn't say anything, too stunned to say anything, his mind is running around trying to figure out how that will be possible.”We–we don’t have to do it…it’s ok, just forget I said anything” God, he really is terrible at this whole thing, however he won’t let his inability to express himself to you get in his way.

“Yes.” you sniffle and peek between your fingers to look at him “Whatever you want, just show me how to please you and I will.” The way he says those words makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You whine as he pulls your hands away from your face, he kisses them as an apology, before his breath hits your face, “whatever you want…” he whispers, so genuine and full of emotion that you almost burst out crying, but you don’t, and the only thing that manages to slip out of you is a tiny “uh-huh”

He pecks your lips, and looks at you expectantly “lay back” he does as he is told, slowly manoeuvring his way so he is sitting with his back to the headboard. His cock is semi hard, laying on his stomach twitching every other second.

Katakuri watches you intently as you fix yourself on top of him, keeping a hand near your hips to support you whenever you need it.

Your hands go to grab his cock, coaxing a bead of pre from him, his groan makes you clench, impatiently wanting to have him against you.

“Hah, you can touch katakuri, help g-guide me” you say breathing harshly, it’s not like you can go around his whole length by yourself, you need some form of assistance.

His hands grab your hips, thighs spreading widely to accompany his size, helping you align yourself with his cock. Your clit is swollen and twitching, desperate for some sort of stimulation, his precum serves as lube mixing in with both of your juices.

Your hands are on his abdomen searching for stability before you make contact with him, an embarrassingly large moan a result of that

The drag of him feels heavenly, your eyes don’t tear away from the sight of where the both of you are mixed, your lips are spread open, you can feel every vein on his shaft, every throb of him, the entirely of him, you slid easily against him, the pre of him helping you in accomplishing that.

Your breathing is harsh, biting your lips to conceal your moans before wet lips press against yours, you gasp unsuspecting of your husband's actions, before reciprocating trying to shove and mold your tongue against him

He pulls away just just for you to chase after him missing the familiar warmth, he doesn’t let you, capturing your jaw in his hands, cupping them before breathing into them, you’re practically breathing each into each other and sharing the same breath.

“Please…” you’re not above begging and thus you find yourself with a thumb in your mouth and his dark voice whispers into your ear “don’t hide, darling, speak to me, let me hear you…” you don’t think, you just nod, desperate to have him against you again “i need to hear you say it darling…”

“I-I won’t hide…just please” He can never deny you, your head is thrown back yet you can feel his gaze on you, moans escape both of you—an indicator and reassurance of the pure bliss and ecstasy you both are feeling.

He guides your hips making you feel the drag of your clit, so puffy and desperate against his cock, feels like paradise to you, the only thing that would feel better is having him inside of you—but that’s for another time.

You’re enthralled to have him like this, countless nights you have been spending thinking of a moment like this, with him, charlotte katakuri.

Your husband.

You can feel the coil in your stomach reappearing, you won’t last long—that you know, yet as you look down on your panting husband you feel the need to hold off your orgasm a bit longer, in hopes of seeing him cum.

His face is concentrated, and all scrunched up, the warmth of your cunt against his frustrated cock is nothing like he had imagined, and he distinctly notes that he can’t go back to a mochi cushion after feeling you since he can never replicate the feel of your pussy, something so divine.

Any sense of rationality katakuri has disperse as he hears your voice, high pitched, whiny and desperate—so heavenly to him “I’m gonna cum, please, wan’a cum, fe—ah!—feels good”

Your hands dig into his skin, and his speeds up, frustrated desire accompanies him, intent on watching you unfold before his eyes, he can feel his end too, never imagining something like this could feel so good.

“Go ahead and let go” and just like that with a broken moan the coil in your stomach snaps, it feels beyond heavenly to be rewarded after such a long time, and katakuri keeps you upright with a hand while the other still stimulates you, makes you ride off your orgasm and he keeps going even your orgasm washes over you in waves, it’s too much stimulation for your brain and body, no coherent thoughts are present in your body “too much, ‘s moree pleaseee….”

“Fuck.” with a curse word that seems too improper for your husband, he manages to cum for the second time of the night, semen splattering all over his stomach, his grip on your is the only thing keeping you stable from falling into his heaving chest.

The afterglow of your orgasm basks you into sleep, you’re sure when you wake up in the morning your body will be filled with bruises and an ache in your muscles, but you can’t seem to focus on that with the way your husband’s voice lures you to sleep, baking you and consuming you whole.

“Darling, you did so good, I didn’t hurt you, did I? Was I too rough? Do you require a—“

“Mhmm, want you..please, don’t leaveee…”

“Never.”

“Mhmm”

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[smokersbaby]

Kink of the day: size kink Character: Katakuri Reader: gender neutral Tw: established relathionship, huge size difference, masturbation and oral sex (giving), sweet shy Katakuri :3 You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

It was a night like the other, with you being wrapped in your lover's arms as you cuddled for hours in his gigantic bed, with you laying on his chest as if he became your pillow. He loved holding you like this, looking so tiny compared to his big frame and so fragile in his hands.

He was so scared of hurting you somehow that all you did since you started this relationship was just cuddle and nothing more. Katakuri was also afraid of making out with you because he thought his fangs might have hurt you and didn't want to get carried away by the passion, doing something he might regret later.

But just cuddling wasn't enough for you, you waited for too long and it was time to step things up or else you would have gone insane.

"Let me try" you whispered in Katakuri's ear, your hands going down to his belt, your intentions clear.

He sighed, not sure if this was the right decision. There were a million things that could have possibly gone wrong.

"We don't have to do everything tonight, maybe we can start with some... foreplay...?" you suggested, and surprisingly Katakuri accepted your request, his hands going down to take off his pants.

His cock was already rock hard due to the long cuddling session, the bulge under his pants was so impressive but you tried to not make him notice your reaction, or else he would have backed out.

Slowly, you pulled off his boxers, exposing his cock to your sight: it was massive, not that you didn't expect it due to his height, but a million thoughts passed through your mind in a single second, thinking about how to make things work between you two.

"It's a dumb idea, you don't have to... ah!" he flinched as soon as you started to kitten lick the back of it, just right below his tip. After all, it was like a normal cock just... much more bigger. So you knew well where to touch and lick to make Katakuri feel good.

He was so damn sensitive to your touch, so unaccustomed to feeling someone else's touch on his gritty length that he felt almost ashamed by how close he was to cumming already.

But you didn't care, as your hands started stroking him while your tongue was working all the back of his cock, you felt so proud of yourself, realizing you were able to make such a big man tremble under your touch.

"S-stop... I'm gonna..." he whimpered, but seeing him cumming was the thing you wanted the most, so you chuckled and continued faster, your lips working their way up to the tip of his cock.

Katakuri's cum splashed on his torso, him breathing heavily for the sudden climax you gave him. You finally made him realize that there was a whole world of pleasure besides cuddling.

"Please... I want more, can you do that again for me?"

[hana-san]

Katakuri and his fem s/o

Im using reference by the way…

(Yeah lets just say his s/o’s height is tall almost like him 😅😅😅)

[base0h]

Hello 😊

I saw your request were open and I might want to have the Monster trio + Katakuri with an s/o where they visit their s/o town where they were Born only to see that they were unwelcomed here and thrown with Foul tomatoes and other things, and seeing how their s/o react to nothing, just smiling. How would the boys react?

And take your time, take Breaks and I wish you a good day/afternoon/night 🩵🩵

a/n - oh my goodness, where could the entire island’s population have gone?? Katakuri : they’re probably on- vacation?… 💀

Warnings ⚠️ - a slight bit of crack (my specialty), g/n reader, reader has a deadly devilfruit ability

- Katakuri was excited to see your hometown! After all, he wanted to see where his lovely, perfect y/n was born 💜 as you two disembarked off the ship, Katakuri was holding your hand, he was slightly, just a bit nervous to meet your hometown friends/people, would they approve of him even though he looked pretty scary?

- “Don’t be nervous Kuri, they are very nice, and they’ll love you!” You reassured him with your sweet smile, bringing him comfort as he nodded down at you, pulling his scarf up before you two approached the town. A farmer took sight of you, realizing who you were, and his expression turned rotten

- he looked disgusted at the mere sight of you, for a moment, Katakuri thought he was referring to him, not you. Who the hell would dare to look at you like that?! “Damn it! It’s y/n!” The man shouted before others started to run outside their houses, rotten fruit, garbage, and trash in their hands. They all had the same look of absolute disdain written all over their faces as they stared down at you

- “GET THEM!” They shouted, throwing whatever they could at you. Rotten fruit splattering all over your nice clothes, baseballs flying right past your head, grazing your cheek. Katakuri started to block them with his arms, easily knocking them backwards.

- he was beyond furious at this point, yet when he looked down at you, he saw something he didn’t expect. You were- smiling?? He didn’t think you’d be smiling at this! This wasn’t exactly a fun experience was it? “You idiots, stop throwing random stuff at them, I will not hesitate to destroy you.” Katakuri said, a wave of haki surging over them to insert himself into the fight. no one dared to object Katakuri, what were they going to do against a 20ft man-? You led him away from them to a tiny run-down house on a hill, and you sad down on top of the fluffy grass

- “Y/n, why are they throwing stuff at you? You said they were nice.” He was trying his best not to- literally just annihilate this entire island, which he could do with ease, but he didn’t want you to feel as if your home had been destroyed by him.

- “They never really liked me. Maybe because I had a devil fruit ability that’s dangerous.” You said with a laugh, holding your hands out in front of you. He looked saddened at how you were so lighthearted about all of this… But he knew exactly what to do now. And it would happen after you fell asleep tonight.

- In the morning, you started to pack your stuff up, walking towards the town to leave. You already were expecting the fruit to come flying at you, perhaps they’d be more creative about the stuff they threw at you today.

- “Y/n-sama!! Welcome back-!” The farmer from the day before said, bowing his head to you. You were shocked- what the hell happened?! “Everyone! Y/n has returned!” The man shouted before all the others started to run out, handing you bags of food, even the children tried to offer you their stuffed toys :)

- “Katakuri- did you threaten them??? And how badly did you threaten them?!” You said to him with a shocked expression. He shook his head, “I just told them what an amazing person you were. I promise i didn’t threaten them.” You stared at him with an eyebrow raised as if you were waiting for his full answer. He felt sweat start to form on his forehead at your glance, for such a sweet person, jesus you were intimidating to him.

- “…I threatened them a little bit, just a little bit. And I beat up one of them.” He said truthfully. You pinched his arm with a scoff, but you were grateful for him. Thank god you had such a wonderful man in your life. :)

- Don’t expect Luffy to have any self control when it comes to food, and protecting you and his friends. Honestly he was happy to visit this island! You said that it had good food, that was good enough for him. “Hey y/n, what kinda food do they have???”

- “A lot of meat and fruits.” You said with a smile, handing him a bag to carry the meat they’d take back to the ship. “OOOOOOOOO-! THEN LET’S GO NOW!!” He yelled, stretching his arm towards a tree on the island, grabbing you as you both launched yourselves over there. You’d never get used to his impulsive behavior, never.

- “Shishishi~ this island is so cool! It’s so green!” Luffy said excitedly before grabbing your by your arm, running over towards the town. Once you guys made it, the farmers and shop owners took notice of your presence immediately

- “Y/n’s back?!” They shouted angrily, starting to crowd in front of you both. Luffy looked confused, “Y/n are you famous? That’s cool!” He said with a grin

- “They’re not famous you damn pirate! They’ve been known for that crazy ability they have! All they do is come over here and destroy everything… Why would you come back?!” They shouted angrily, throwing fruit at your face.

- before one could hit you, luffy caught it, “Why are you wasting food? And why are you trying to hurt y/n?! You mean their devil fruit?! IT’S AWESOME WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! You guys are so dumb! Don’t even think about hurting them!” Luffy shouted, throwing it right back at them with a devilish glare.

- the villagers almost collapsed from the intensity of his glare, but then when he turned towards you, he looked all happy go lucky again. “C’mon y/n! Let’s go get some meat!!!” He said happily, following the scent of a restaurant nearby.

- Luffy may not be that smart, but he was the best thing that ever happened to you. No one would ever protect you like this before… You loved him, so much.

- of course Sanji would love to visit your hometown! You’re such a wonderful person, perhaps your town would be the most beautiful town he’s seen!

- he thought it could be kinda like a date, so he forced Luffy to stay behind, much to his dismay. “NO- TAKE ME WITH YOU! I’M SO HUNGRYYYYY-“ he cried before you two walked away from the ship, his cries of hunger fading.

- poor Luffy… But he can go five minutes without a snack right? After all, this was about you showing Sanji your home! He held your hand, walking with you towards the distant houses, staring lovingly at your beautiful smile.

- he could stare for days if he could, just seeing your smile made him so happy to be alive. As you two neared the village, the people saw you and Sanji, and they started to walk towards you. “Get out of here y/n! We never wanted you to come back with pirates! You were enough trouble already!” They shouted angrily, holding random items in their hands

- Sanji was confused, you were the literal opposite of trouble, what the hell were they talking about? He stood in front of you, holding his arm up to protect you from the incoming fruit that splattered on the ground. Nothing made Sanji more pissed than people daring to even try to hurt you, and people who wasted food…

- he picked up the dirt ridden tomato, going over to the man who threw it, and then shoving it into his mouth. “Don’t you ever throw things at y/n, and don’t even think about wasting food on my watch!” He yelled angrily, shoving it down his throat as the man started choking on the food.

- “This guy’s crazy- I knew they were trouble!” The woman shouted as they started running away. He turned towards you and wiped off the glare on his face as he looked at you with a gentle gaze. “Are you ok? They didn’t hit you right?” He asked, inspecting your clothes.

- “Uh- no they didn’t… Thank you Sanji.” You replied with a shocked expression. No one in this town would ever protect you when you were younger, you weren’t used to this. He put his arm out for you to hold, and led you down the grassy paths to the shops to buy some groceries for the ship. No one dared to even say a word to you when Sanji was there glaring at them the whole time.

- “I won’t let anyone hit you y/n, I promise.”

- in my mind I don’t think they’d be alive anymore after they throw stuff at you but for the sake of this let’s say he let them live 💀

- Zoro initially didn’t really care about seeing your hometown, but if it meant spending time with you then he’d gladly go. He yawned, walking with you, his swords clinging together on his belt. “What’s his town called again?” He asked curiously, taking a swig of his alcohol quickly. “It’s called Fuja, the people are nice here, so try not to draw your swords..”

- “I won’t, unless they piss me off.” He replied as you punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! Stop! Ok fine I won’t!” He said, holding his arm like a big baby as you laughed at him. He glared at you with a pout before crossing his arms angrily.

- The people of the town saw you both walking through, and they started to form a circle around you, much to Zoro’s confusion. “The hell? You guys need directions or something?” He asked with a confused expression. They looked towards you with the most disgusted looks Zoro had ever seen before. “Why the hell would you come back y/n?! Did we not teach you before that you weren’t allowed here anymore?” They asked you with angry looks on their faces.

- you smiled at them with your normal gentle demeanor. Zoro glared at them, “The hell did you say? We’re not allowed here? We’re pirates, we do whatever the fuck we want. Now get out of our way.” Zoro said, looking back at them with a pissed off expression.

- they obviously backed down, they couldn’t even hope to land a hit on Zoro if they tried. “I don’t like this town y/n, let’s just get the stuff and go back.” He said, walking ahead with his hands behind his head, the people clearing a path for him. You smiled softly at him, grateful for him standing up for you. But then quickly you realized your boyfriend had disappeared into the crowd right before your eyes. “Zoro-?! Where did you go?!”

- meanwhile…

- “This doesn’t look like the thousand sunny.” He was literally on a completely different pirate ship that was already leaving the docks. “Did y/n get lost again? God- what an idiot..” 💀

a/n - Zoro is so fucking dumb 💀💀💀

[firstdivisiongirl]

Christmas Event

Please write a Christmas Shopping(16) Katakuri!

Hey sister! You could have just, I don’t know, walked down the hall to ask, but I definitely love this combination. I hope you like it!

Day 15: Karakuri - Christmas Shopping

“How much longer,” your boyfriend complained as you dragged him through another shop.  He hated shopping, but you asked him to help you shop for Christmas gifts, and he couldn’t say no to his girlfriend.  You took him in store after store.  You would shop for gifts and he’d find a seat and wait for you to finish up.  Then when you handed him the shopping bags and took him to another store, he’d complain. Now, his arms were full of what seemed like 100s of shopping bags (what?  He has a huge family).

“No,” you replied, pulling out your list of people to buy for, “we still have to buy for Pudding, Smoothie, Custard, Angel, Cracker, Brûlée, Chiffon, Mascarpone...”

“I get it there are a lot.”

“So come on, the sooner we get done the sooner we get doughnuts.”  He perked up.  If you would have mentioned doughnuts earlier he would have complained less and helped get the shopping done.  You two walked into the next store.  It was a small little shop with lots of brightly colored kitchen tools and equipment.  You knew you could get most of the shopping done here.  So he did what he had to do to reach the final goal.  He turned on best boyfriend mode.  You asked for an opinion? He gave you his opinion (mostly only good ones).  Needed something off the top shelf but couldn’t find a worker?  He grabbed it for you.  You wanted something but there was only one left?  He intimidated anyone who wanted that item that wasn’t you.  For the record, he didn’t do it when you were looking.

“Looks like we’re all done,” you said, crossing the last name off your incredibly long list.  You smiled up at your magenta haired boyfriend, “guess it’s time for doughnuts. Thanks for helping babe.  I love you.”  

“I love you too,” he answered, bending down to plant a sweet kiss on your head.  He was so happy the shopping was over.  When you two got to the shop, he got 2 dozen just for himself.  With his performance in the last store, he thought he deserved extra.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[luxthestrange]

OP Incorrect quotes#9 The Perfect Weapon

Brulee*Hyping her brother up to talk to Luffy and You about asking you two for a merienda*Just tell them how you feel!

Katakuri*Nods and walks up to the two of you*...

Luffy*Giggles as he is getting a piggyback ride from you*Hey Katakuri~Its nice to finally be resting in-

Y/n*Smiles and waves at him*

Katakuri*Panics*...I want you...

Luffy & Y/n:....What?

-For SOME reason...Garps appears out of where with a spray bottle-

Garp*Spraying the giant male away*SHOO!?GET OUT!?!?SHOOOO!?!

Katakuri*Panics and runs from the old man spraying him with seawater in a bottle*AAH-

Garp*Managing to make both Charlotte children run away from him*SHOOOO!?!GET OOOOUUUUUUT!?

...I like to to think Garp has spray bottles FILLED with seawater to weaponize for anyone after his grandbabies...he currently purchasing super soakers-

[aeliesa]

SILENT GESTURES OF AFFECTION

Synopsis: It has always been his greatest desire to voice out all of his devotion to you. However, whenever he tries to, things don't always go the way he wants, all he could do is hold onto you because he's always voiceless.

• Relationship: Charlotte Katakuri x female reader

• Content: fluff

A/N: Just came back from my cave to post the remaining part of the recent fan fiction I posted. This second part is lengthier than the previous as I added some parts which makes it 10k words (together with the first one) so, heads up for the long post. In order to know the gist of the plot I suggest heading over to the first one which is here. Either way, both parts can serve as standalone, so read as you please.

Errors are to be expected as I really do not have enough time to check everything.

I hope you enjoy! :D Edit: I edited some portion as I noticed the errors, but still there is a possibility that I have overlooked some of it. So, excuse for the errors.

When the ship finally anchored ashore, the leader of the crew quickly made its way to the ground, and without a second look, he gave his command. Right before his staff could answer, he left without another thing to say. His assistant would handle everything. After all, the eldest brother, Perospero knew what to do; in that aspect of his responsibility, Katakuri was at ease to leave the main island.

“Oh, not that,” he muttered with frustration.

He saw it, the moment he’ll stay for another minute, a future that he must avoid at all costs. Some of his siblings were there waiting for Katakuri and his brother, but before he could escape their presence, one held his arm, making him pull back to their circle. A low grumble escaped from him, but it was overshadowed by the laughs of his siblings.

Katakuri knew where this conversation was going, and he didn’t like it.

“Hey, big brother, why are you so adamant?” Cracker grinned, clearly aware of Katakuri’s abrupt departure. “You know that you have to report to Mama.”

Katakuri pulled his arm from the grip of Daifuku, “I believe that Perospero can handle that very well…” he excused himself,” I must leave.”

Before he could step, his brothers quickly blocked his path, and one of them looked over at their big brother Perospero who had just climbed down from the ship. “Hey, big brother Peros, can you handle it?” one of them asks with a tone implying teasing.

All of them glanced at their brother, who innocently stared at each of them, and a grin slowly crept from his face, “I cannot… no.”

The brothers burst into a loud guffaw while their big brother Katakuri just silently listened to them, thinking of ways he could leave.

Katakuri lowers his face down to his scarf, trying to maintain composure at the banters of his siblings. Most of the time, he’s the subject of the conversation, and as much as he wants to avoid them, he just cannot bring himself to. He loves his siblings, but sometimes he wants to hang each of them till they stop teasing him.

Katakuri cleared his throat, and in a low, calm voice, he turned to his brother Perospero who was standing behind him. “Are you sure?”

Right before his elder brother could respond, the three boys chimed in, “He is indeed sure!” they both exclaimed, putting their arms around Perospero, who nodded along with their answer.

Katakuri sighs, it is already late, but his siblings are still full of energy.

“Then let’s get this thing over,” he surrenders, breaking the laughs of their siblings.

Perospero paused in between laughs, “When are you going, to be honest with yourself?”

Katakuri gave him a confused look which made him receive another laugh from his siblings. Really, he loves his siblings, but when all of them are together, it will be a nightmare for him.

“If you could tell us what you want, then we’ll let you go,” Oven says with wriggling brows.

The rest nodded with wide grins on their face; clearly, they were ganging up on their brother, and as Katakuri observed their demeanor, it would be forever before they let him go. Their big brother knows what they are up to; Katakuri is well aware of their intentions but, knowing his reputation as the perfect and calm brother, sure as hell he won’t cave in.

“There’s nothing to say,” Katakuri responds, which made him receive a look of disappointment from the four, almost a look of hopelessness from their brother’s firm behavior.

“You can just say that you miss her,” Daifuku cracks, oozing with confidence regarding the demeanor of Katakuri being inept around women.

The boys shared a cackle, shaking their heads and patting the back of their big brother, who’s been restraining himself not to smack each of his younger siblings. Sure, they do know what buttons to push.

It’s always been like that since he married you. It is peculiar for them to see their big brother Katakuri being so calm and composed, yet in a blink could shake the Totto Land when it comes to you. The actions may not be obvious, but they are not dumb to ignore them. Katakuri could tell that in the early days of being a newlywed, his brothers kept interrogating you regarding Katakuri's treatment which you would just shut them out with laughs.

To see you being close with his siblings gives him a sense of relief. He knew how marriage works in this family. Most of the spouses would just suffer. His siblings are complex to please, let alone his mother - the Yonkou. It will always be a mystery to him how you were able to capture them with the sincerity that led you to be a famous wife in the family.

“Anyway, big brother… to give you a heads up I -”

“Cracker, we talked about this!” the two quickly butted in with their annoyed expression.

“Okay! Okay!”

Katakuri ignored the claims of Oven and Daifuku. His undivided attention was all over Cracker, who proudly stood before him.

“What is it?”

“We…” Cracker turns to his brother, emphasizing the start of his sentence, “I said it, okay?” he turned to Katakuri when his brothers nodded, giving him thumbs up. “Well, earlier, there were pirates who entered the territory of Mama, and they seemed to attack the land where the big sister is residing.….”

Upon hearing the news, his brow quickly furrowed. “Tell me she’s safe,” he thought as he stared at the figure of his brother, that was relying on the events of earlier.

“I made sure that the weaklings are taken care of!”

Cracker frowned at the sudden unison of outburst, “That is not what we talked about!” He walks up to Oven and Daifuku, who are also surprised by their unison and start to debate.

In an instant, the three were now fighting over who was who, clearly everyone took pride in the ruckus that was handled well, especially in ensuring his wife’s safety. Perospero shook his head, staring at the three while Katakuri’s mind drifted to the news that Cracker broke.

“It was me who got there first!”

“Okay, Cracker, take that credit, but I was the one who took care of it.”

“Are you definitely forgetting the fact that I was also there?”

The rambling goes on and on; their brothers Katakuri and Perospero are just staring at them with no intention of stopping their bickering. It is a perfect moment for Katakuri to escape the shackles of the three. He knew that Perospero would let go of him quickly. He’s tired, after all.

“She’s safe,” he heaved a deep breath.

To see his brothers fighting over the credit of taking over the task is something he always sees whenever it concerns you. As a matter of fact, most of his siblings took a liking to you - especially the youngest, who always asks about you whenever he’s on the main island.

Katakuri is well aware that his mother is fond of you - especially your dishes. He could even remember very well the first hunger pangs that you witnessed; Big Mom craved your dishes, and in those seconds, he couldn’t think properly, especially when he saw you running towards his mother carrying the dish she’s been craving.

He can still feel the warmth of your body against his palm when he carries you and jumps midair to throw the food right into your mother-in-law’s mouth. That was the first hunger pang attack that you put a stop to with him, and the pride he felt how fearless you were in those seconds; indeed, he married the right woman.

Katakuri is well aware that everyone respects him, but to see how his brothers are close to you to the point of interrogating you just to find something that could be used against their big brother - Katakuri, at some point, they are convinced that everything is just pretension, but when they hear your genuine laughter their thoughts just disperse. Katakuri knew all of it because he’s been watching you from afar whenever he couldn’t bring himself to be close to you.

He cannot stand your presence; you are a breath of fresh air, and he cannot see himself encasing his lungs with such gaiety. You were the polarity to his being, a complete contrast to his character. He does not know what to say nor to react whenever you’re within his range: you always leave him voiceless. Those were the earliest memories of him meeting you.

“Hey brother,” he shifted his gaze towards Perospero, who grinned. “I can handle everything here; you can now go.”

Katakuri nodded, and without any fuss, he continued on his track, leaving Perospero with the work. He knew he had chosen the right person to accompany him in his missions; if it were between the three, it would be endless chaff.

His brother Perospero understands him, maybe because of what he witnessed during those trips. Katakuri is well aware that he was eavesdropping on their conversation with his little sister Brûlée through the mirror. Before they left, Katakuri entrusted your well-being to your siblings, which they happily obliged. Brûlée was the one who updated him about you; she even went to the length of asking Katakuri to speak with you, to which Perospero nodded behind closed doors.

“Big brother, why don’t you check on her? She sometimes fell asleep in the living room with a book in her hand,” Brûlée once said. “I have come to notice that she frequently brings doughnuts with her tea. Are you influencing her with your love of doughnuts?”

As much as he was eager to hear your voice and talk with you, Katakuri restrained himself. It is not because it might taint his mighty image, but rather, with you around, Katakuri could lose his tongue, leaving him voiceless, not to mention how privy his siblings are. He does not want you to endure the same intensity of teasing as he does.

Katakuri took the shortest way possible, avoiding his siblings, for he could not waste another second. Cracker, Oven, and Daifuku took so much of his time poking fun at him. There is only one thing that his very essence has been telling him, and that is the woman he left for too long. Katakuri could see his mother tomorrow, but for now, his sanity would be at peace to see the person he longed to share the bed with. 

He’s been itching to step on the land that you were residing on. Despite the protest of his brothers for his sudden action Katakuri knew that no harm would be done. He could see the future, after all. Although they were told by their mother to rest on the main island, Katakuri’s firm resolution is evident; he could not wait for the sun to rise - he had to see his wife. In every worse, best, and in-betweens to be in the grace of his wife is what he needed the most.

In a span of months, he yearned for the voice, the warmth, and presence - he longed for you. 

Of course, he won’t leave without his wife’s knowledge, so when he asked for your permission that he’ll be on a five-month voyage, he could see the fear and unsettledness in your eyes, which disturbed him. The word of his mother is absolute, but if you had protested in those seconds, he’ll make his way and convinced his mother that his other brothers shall lead the voyage. He knew that you believed your words had no power over him, but in truth, he could alter his mother’s decision for your sake.

You are the other half of his identity, one way or another, you have the power over Katakuri; your words are important to him. It is as absolute as his respect towards his mother and loves for his siblings. 

However, you didn’t. In lieu, you gave him your blessing. He was hesitant, but when you assured him, Katakuri just could not bring himself to say it; rather, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. A way of him saying that he’s just thankful that you exist.

Katakuri sped up in his tracks when he saw the familiar house. The lights were still on, “Is she still awake?” he wondered as he made his way to the door.

A part of him wishes that you were awake, while the other one hopes that you’re resting in your room. Carefully, he entered the house with complete silence and made his way to the living room, only to see someone sleeping on the sofa with his head buried in his knees.

There, Katakuri knew who it was; he could tell from the color of the hair alone. In the distance was the person who he kept on thinking about. The person who accepted him wholeheartedly without any sign of hatred or prejudice, a woman of sunshine that didn’t faze when he was seen without his scarf.

The lady who was never scared of his appearance, bounty, or his identity as a wanted man. The person that Katakuri found comfort with, he could lower his guard around you. Ironically, he is known by his siblings as the strongest one, but within your grace, Katakuri’s knees wobble, he trembles, and eventually weakens. Indeed, he can be the firm person in the eyes of his family; however, in your vision, he’s always on his knees – constantly needing your shelter.

He slowly made his way and stood behind you, thoughts running wild as to why you were resting in an uncomfortable position with only a blanket to fight the coldness around the living room.

The woman that could make him do everything, even if it means bringing the world into chaos, just to see her beaming with blissfulness. You were just too pure for the world, for everyone on the island – including him but as much as he hated to admit it, Katakuri can be the most selfish man to exist when it comes to you – he wants to be your first and last. 

There’s no day he had never thought about you. Throughout his voyage, he constantly thinks about that one woman whom he’s looking forward to seeing once he’s back.

His wife.

You fell asleep waiting for him, which means the thought he wished for a while ago is far from the sight that greeted him.

It was you. His wife, covered in blankets, fell asleep waiting for his arrival.

“Waiting for my arrival?” Katakuri dismissed the idea. His wife doesn’t know his arrival. If it were the first month of marriage, he would be able to understand it. Every night you fall asleep waiting in the same living room, and Katakuri has to carry you back to your chamber and tuck you to bed while he prepares his stuff, as he must take a shower before sleeping beside you. But he knows that you’re aware that he’s been away for months; there is no way that you were doing it every time.

“Did she do this even if I’m away?”

Thinking about the time that her sister Brûlée once said, everything finally connected. His wife has been doing it all the time! Not because it is your routine, but rather because you were waiting for him – every night.

Your actions never fail to leave him tongue-tied. Be it the little things, but Katakuri notices all of it, the little laughs, the glances, and even how you would giggle whenever he breaks eye contact, your reactions when you flushed… of all those things are being seen. But what he likes most is your way of showing affection; it will always be in the most unexpected way.

You – as his wife, continue to defy his expectation that he had come to surmise that it would just waste his time to think about your possible actions; whenever he tries to, it always differs from what he thinks.

Katakuri noticed the book half-opened, then the cup, which was almost half empty, and the doughnuts seemed to be untouched. Tea and doughnuts, these are what you usually prepare while waiting for him; Katakuri recalled the first time how he was caught dumbfounded on the dessert on top of the table while you were asleep on the same couch that he found you now. He could even hear you saying that it was his food to eat.

To witness that you’ve been doing the same thing despite the fact that his arrival is uncertain pours a great amount of rapture and love all over his being. You do know how to make him feel weak.

Katakuri took one doughnut and ate it in one bite; of all the doughnuts he tasted, nothing beats your own creation. It is his favorite. During his voyage, the staff that prepares his merienda tries their very best to imitate your way of making the dessert, but they always fail. Katakuri would just be lenient with them as he understands how hard it is. As much as possible, he just wants to eat doughnuts because once he’s back in his homeland, he knows he’ll be pampered by his wife with his favorite.

He turned to your figure, which eventually caused his smile to fade away. He saw how you were holding the jewelry that he inserted into your finger. That simple position made him recall everything; his silent vows as he held your hand to insert the ring, he suddenly thought of it.

I am not the easiest to love, but your kindness made me feel like I do. On this day and forever, I am yours to hold, to love, and to own. To be tied with me is exasperating, but I am eternally grateful for you to accept me as a piece that shall be with you always. The heaven and the sea may meet, but my affection for you remains superior above it.

Katakuri realized how two-faced he was to make such a vow only for you to suffer. He silently said his vow because he could not stand being listened to by the crowd; nonetheless, whether he uttered it verbally or not, the weight of his promise remained unchanged. 

Despite the ray of sunshine his wife brings, he knows to himself that there are times of darkness, and it irks him that he wasn’t there and most of those negative emotions you were dealing with were caused by him. His responsibilities are just necessary for him to work with, but he knew that while he was engrossed with it, you were cast aside thinking you were going to understand. It was unintentional, he never meant it, but it is still his fault. 

A pang of guilt hits him. He may appear as an obedient and perfect son in the same manner he was an irresponsible husband. To add salt to the wound, you never rebuked him for his shortcomings; rather, you showered him with the understanding that he believed he did not deserve.

The two of you knew each other way back. As a matter of fact, you’re the friend of Katakuri, where he can be the truest version of himself. He knows and is well aware of how kind you are, but it never crossed his mind that you were capable of sheltering him despite being hurt by the same person.

He could make his mother happy with his accomplishments, but that thought didn’t make him feel any amount of blithesome. Sure, he loves his mother, but his happiness lies with your being; to see you wrapped in pure felicity is Katakuri’s greatest desire.

As much as possible, he dare not cause you any pain. However, ironically he was causing you immense struggle in this marriage. The first month, he’s constantly away with interaction almost rare, and in the last five months, he was sailing the sea, conquering island to island while his wife was constantly waiting for his return.

Katakuri felt terrible. He knew that he was hard to love. But to see you being so patient with him, he felt ashamed that he was constantly taking your love without giving in return.

He bends, removing the blanket slowly to not wake you up. When he successfully did, Katakuri lifted you up, and he noticed how you felt, almost like a feather in his grasp.

“She lost weight,” he thought, eyeing you.

There’s almost nothing that changed; you were still a beauty to him. The long lashes, soft lips, the bouncy hair that he loves to twirl in his finger, and the warmth of your body. The wife of Katakuri sleeping peacefully in his arms, the doughnuts and tea, these are the regular scenarios he always encounters in his home. To experience it once again, Katakuri can definitely say that he is indeed back.

He plans to carry you back to the bed shared between you two, but right before Katakuri can take another step, he is surprised that you are staring at him, clearly disturbed by the sound of his steps.

“Was I too loud?” he whispered gently.

Perhaps it was because you were still in a daze; it was quite late for you to process everything. But when you did, Katakuri noticed how you beamed brightly just by laying your eyes on him; still, the traces of fatigued were visible throughout your face.

“You’re back!” eyes wide open, you squealed in excitement with a voice that denotes sleepiness and quickly jumped from his arms. “Have you eaten?” you turned to him, rubbing your eyes, and did some stretch with a wide smile.

Oh! How Katakuri missed that energy and demeanor. He cannot help but stare at you for a while before answering.

“I have eaten,” he softly answered.

You nodded, acknowledging it, and headed back to the living room. Katakuri follows his wife from behind, only to see you picking the doughnuts and tea. Just a while ago, you looked tired. But when he studies how alive you are in front of him, he cannot help but think how joyful you can be.

You picked it up only to notice your husband taking it from your hands. “Did you just arrive? Why don’t you take a rest first? Let me brew tea for you to relax while I prepare your things for the shower.”

“That’s not necessary,” he replies, following you around.

Katakuri couldn’t put himself at ease. The turmoil that’s growing inside of him just keeps getting worse, especially to see how you are so hands-on towards him. You tied your hair in a bun and took the things that Katakuri was holding, but he refused to hand them to you.

“Let me carry it… and please, I am not hungry,” again he says in a low tone.

“Oh shut it, I know how tiring it is to sail.” you took his hand and dragged him to the kitchen, “I know that looks very well, darling…” you grinned at him. “I can smell how weary you are from traveling… Anyway, Mama asked me earlier to bake donuts, so I made some extra.”

Katakuri could shut everyone from his family, but between the two of you, he is an open book. It astounds him how you can easily read him while he’s been concealing his emotions from everyone. But well, you’re not his wife for nothing.

“Then let me at least help you,” he volunteers.

Your bubbly face gave him a firm refusal, “I really want you to just take a break from your responsibility and let me handle everything here. At least in our home, you’re being dependent on your wife.”

Right before he could protest, he saw the determination in your eyes. Katakuri just sighed in defeat; he could never say no. Your treatment towards him is like he’s not the big shot of the family, where everyone respects him. But Katakuri also has his own weak points, and it just so happens that it is you. With you around, he feels good to be counting on someone.

You quickly took the plate of donuts and the cup of tea, “why don’t you have your shower while I prepare your food?”

“Nah,” Katakuri utters, pulling a chair and watching you as you maneuver around the kitchen. “I prefer to sit here and watch you.”

He tilted his head to the side when you looked away, saying nothing. As Katakuri loves to notice the little things, it didn’t escape from his sharp eyes the tinge shade of red that is evidence against your skin. At your reaction, he lowered his face, suppressing a smile.

Clearing your throat, you spoke without looking at him. “Take off your scarf for you to be more comfortable.”

Katakuri observes the surroundings, but right before he can see into the future, his focus is cut off by your voice.

“The servants are already resting in their chambers… I told them that they must take rest by ten in the evening as I also prefer to be alone. They must refrain from going out during the night,” you explained, placing a plate of donuts. “They are already bringing their necessities, so there will be no one to disturb you.”

“Oh,” was all he could answer before removing his scarf.

His worries dissipate for you to know how to keep them at bay. Katakuri met your gaze. He couldn’t read you - he may be able to see the future, but your thoughts seem to be harder for him to penetrate. Instead of looking away, Katakuri’s vision was still all over you until you pulled a chair and sat facing him.

You bend towards his direction, eyes still focused on him. “This is our home; you should not be wary whether someone can see you or not,” you continued with an unwavering tone of assurance and comfort and pinched his nose. “I am here, and I shall ensure that nothing will happen to you.”

He winced at the pain and rubbed his nose. Katakuri glanced at his wife; enough about everything about him. He just wants to be near you while you’re spilling all of your thoughts. 

“How is your day?” he queried.

“Fine,” you answer, walking up to him carrying his freshly brewed tea. 

“Your siblings visited me earlier, and I also got to see Mama since she wanted to eat the donuts that are baked by your wife,” you smiled proudly, aware that his mother is fond of your dishes. “I also spent some of my time with your mother as we talked about stuff - mainly about desserts.”

Katakuri took a bite of his donut, “Did her hunger pangs attack earlier?”

You shook your head, “Thankfully, no. But yesterday, it did. She was craving for a sfogliatelle, but it was taken care of by Smoothie.”

He was worried. As much as he wants you to roam around the main island, he fears your safety, especially when he’s not around, or his siblings aren’t there to accompany you. Of course, he tries to bring you with him, but when Big Mom’s hunger pangs attacked and you were almost one of the casualties, it struck him that above everything, his wife’s safety is what he must secure. When he saw that you fainted from helping a civilian and almost being crushed by Big Mom’s hands, he had to change the future because a life without the woman he fought tooth and nail for is simply a world of him – existing with nothing to look forward to.

Those moments are a nightmare he dares not relinquish again. He could withstand the idea of his mother going berserk and destroying the islands of Totto Land, but not when his wife was around.

As he starts to dig into the food, you stand up and say, “I’ll just prepare your stuff while you’re eating,” but right before you leave, Katakuri’s hand quickly wraps around yours.

You looked down only to see his eyes, almost pleading for you to be with him. “Stay with me,” he asks, holding your hand. 

Sighing, you nodded, and he let go of you. Katakuri observed how you made your way to bring yourself a cup of tea and sat in front of him. He pushes the plate of donuts to the center, an indication that he’s inviting you to share the food with him.

You picked a donut, “How’s the voyage?” 

He shrugs, nonchalant at the thought of his journey. “Just the usual, nothing too grand.”

“You must have been to different places and fought ships.”

“You could actually say that,” he nods, savoring his favorite dessert. “Life at sea is full of uncertainty, but to live with it is an assurance that a life of adventure awaits.”

“I could tell….” 

Katakuri is well aware that you were watching him; if there were any other people, they would not live to tell the tale. He stole a glimpse at you where he saw you with eyes twinkling in ecstasy while staring at him.

He looks away. He cannot stand the intensity of your affection. 

“I hope my siblings didn’t give you a hard time.”

“No, not at all! They are such a bundle of joy, they are also my family, and I am elated that they are always there whenever you’re away.”

Whenever you’re away. Most of the time. 

“Anyway, umm…” he lowers his hands and looks at you. He could sense your anxiety, and Katakuri halts in savoring his favorite donuts. His undivided attention is now all over you.

“What’s our problem?” 

Our problem. It is his usual line whenever you are hesitant to say something; Katakuri knows how important communication is, and although he’s terrible with it, he tries his best to meet you halfway.

Your troubles aren’t yours to carry alone. Now that he married you, it is also Katakuri’s dilemma. For better or for worse, he’ll be with you in every way, sharing everything, be it the best or whatnot. Of course, the same goes for his wife.

Eventually, you sighed, “I just want to know your thoughts about our marriage,” you paused, contemplating your sentence. “No, I mean, uh… do I suffocate you with my —”

He doesn’t like the end of it; Katakuri’s hand holds yours and gently squeezes it. “I am aware that I am difficult to deal with, but your patience is unwavering, for you to stay with me despite my shortcomings… I am eternally grateful that you chose to be with me. In each second of our marriage, I am silently thanking you for staying.”

It is the truth. But he never thought he could say it out loud; it is embarrassing as Katakuri is known among his siblings to be shy with women. This is the reason why Daifuku, Oven, and Cracker love to tease him for being married to you.

If it could ease your thoughts, then he’s willing to swallow the recessiveness just to assure you. 

You didn’t respond; rather, you placed a hand on top of his, “I could never trade you for the world.” 

A soft chuckle escaped from you as Katakuri quickly evaded your gaze, lowering his face and trying his best to avoid getting flushed. If his siblings know what buttons to push in order to annoy him, you do know what to do for him to walk in the air.

Katakuri just gently tightens his hand around yours. “I’m sorry,” this time, it was his thoughts that unraveled.

At his sudden apology, you looked surprised and confused at the same time. Instead of asking, you wait for him to finish.

Katakuri heaved a disappointed sigh, “I have come to notice my shortcomings as your husband… I promise I’ll be better for you.”

It’s been troubling him, and he dares not to spend a night with you without the worries being settled. It was his promise that you two swear; no one will sleep if there’s something to be discussed. 

There are no words he could say; he’s at fault. Katakuri is not the type of person to sugarcoat his misdeeds; he owns up and takes responsibility for them.

“The past months of being tied to me, you had to bear the struggle alone. I am sorry that you have to deal with all of it.”

His worries were met with a gentle laugh, and your husband lifted his gaze. “I understand how difficult it is to be the dependable brother, and please don’t say as if you had never done something for me… I do also have my own faults, but you never resent me for it, that I am thankful.” Katakuri noticed you suppressed a yawn. “Our marriage may not be perfect, but certainly it is one of a kind, and don’t be sorry for things that I am willing to do for you,” you replied, squeezing his hands. 

There was no hint of resentment in your tone, just a sincerity of understanding. Katakuri felt more guilty about how his wife seemed to be too perfect for him. Your patience is on a whole new level.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

His transponder snail rang; Katakuri was hesitant to answer, the two of you were just talking about the worries one another, and now, one of those worries just entered the scene. He glanced at you, to which you nodded in answer.

“Katakuri! How is the transaction? Mama is very adamant about knowing the full details,” it was his brother Perospero, who seems to be agitated. His mother’s voice can also be heard asking for his response.

“You can head outside; I’ll be here.” 

“Excuse me,” he says before leaving the kitchen; he lifts your hand and places a kiss.

It is not because of confidentiality that made him ask for privacy. Rather, he does not want you to see how everyone seems to be dependent on him. As much as possible, Katakuri also wants his wife to also depend on him; however, it is the other way around.

It was a lengthy talk with his mother, and when it ended, Katakuri went back to the kitchen only to see you drifting to sleep with your head on top of your arm. 

“I told you that it wasn’t necessary,” he mumbles under his breath, feeling mixed emotions regarding the effort of his wife.

He picks the empty plates and cups and washed them before placing them where they should be. As soon as he was done, Katakuri carried you in his arms as you leaned against him, finding comfort in your position.

“You’re indeed tired.” 

With you in his arms, he made his way to the room and gently placed you on the bed, and you moved, seeking the perfect position. Katakuri pulls the duvet to cover your body, and he proceeds to prepare his stuff before entering the bathroom.

Despite being tired, it is one of the general rules that you implement: if one hasn’t showered, then one cannot lie in bed. You are particular with cleanliness which Katakuri must obey.

After all of it, as he rested against the soft mattress, Katakuri could almost forget the discomfort in the ship, how the bed was too different to his liking, and how it was always lacking, for you were not by his side.

He ponders for a while, but later on, he just turns in your direction gently. He pulls you to his side and smells your hair, and places a kiss on it. He yearns for this. A night like this with you in his embrace is just what he needs after a dreadful journey of being far away. Despite being tired, he cannot bring himself to sleep; Katakuri drowned himself in his reveries while playing with your hair.

Contrary to popular belief, your political marriage was different because you were not forced… rather you also wanted it, which your husband is aware of, and unbeknownst to you, Katakuri was never the first choice to be wed to you, but he fought for it. Perchance, time will lead you to this information, but for now… it is his secret to keep and his family to conceal, for they wanted you to hear it from their big brother’s voice.

Tucking a hair behind your ear, he stared at your peaceful feature; he couldn’t help but trace his finger on your nose, down to your lips, then gently placed a kiss on your forehead when you gave him a smile without opening your eyes. Your hand made its way to his cheek, smiling – still in a daze, aware of the surroundings but too tired to open your eyes.

Every night since the two of you were married, he’s been doing it. That little habit of his has always been his secret; he makes sure that you are in a deep sleep prior to doing it. Apart from the fact that he does not want to disturb you, Katakuri has come to love this routine of his. In every edge of your features is for his finger to trace and for him to adore – alone. 

“Good night,” he whispers gently.

Eyes half-open, you tried to fight back the drowsiness to utter the words that you had longed to say for the past months. “Welcome back…” you groggily muttered, running your thumb on his cheeks, finding its way to his scar.

He can be the most reserved man in his family, but he’s the gentlest, another half that; you couldn’t ask for more. As he tries his best to meet you halfway in this marriage, all he can do is shower you with his fidelity in the silent gestures that bespeak how he devotes himself to you.

Katakuri traces the edge of your eye and buries his head on your neck, and drowns himself in your fragrance. He pulls you in a hug, and you do the same. In all places of the world, from the other side of it down to the islands of the New World, he saw almost everything; the beauty in each corner of the world and experienced the sense of satisfaction in every victorious battle he encountered, but there were no traces of peace in it. It didn’t comfort his very essence. Rather, it left him hungry for more. However, since the day you shared your world with him, Katakuri found his greatest treasure; in between your embrace is where his solace lies.

“I’m home,” he says.

fin.

[sexydoffyman]

Could you pls do Katakuri reacting to their needy fem!s/o wanting his attention ?

Pls make it as long and spicy as u can 🥵

BEGGING

genre: smut

word count: 551

A/N: DANG I don't think I'm capable of writing this so that it's not shit, but I'll let you judge that one! 🦆

"Please~" You looked at your husband with pleading eyes. "Please, darling, let's do something..." You were speaking to him in a pleading tone. He didn't feel like doing anything.

Katakuri was reading a book that he took a liking to recently. He didn't want to do anything sexual. He wouldn't even think that you wanted to do anything sexual. At first, he just thought that you wanted to play some board games or cuddle for a while.

He soon realized that you were thinking about playing some other games. You had some cuffs in your hand, thinking about trying something new. You were thinking about it for some time now. You really wanted to know how would it feel if your husband would take a more dominant role.

Today you were thinking about it more than any other day, and you just couldn't hold yourself together. And there you were. Pleading like a dog wanting to be pet. You wanted him to do stuff to you, and you begged him to actually try something.

And that's how you ended up shaking with overstimulation. You were on your back with small tears running down your rosy red cheeks. Katakuri was hovering above you. His chest brushing against your breasts. Your legs on his hips hugging his waist. Katakuri, sucking on your soft skin.

"Katakuri please... let me..." You were cut off by one of his rough thrusts. He wasn't going easy on you. He was pushing your limits. And you loved that.

"You asked for it, honey..." You whined at his answer. Your legs were shanking from almost seeing the stars for the fifth time. He wouldn't let you tho. He would grind against your clit every time he thrusted into you. And every time you got a little bit more desperate.

Desperate for his touch. Desperate for him to make you shake even harder. You wanted him to mess you up. You begged for him to keep grinding himself against you. You looked at him again with that pleading look.

But Katakuri wouldn't let you off the hook that easily.

Of course, he was using future sight, and every time he saw you have an orgasm, he stopped grinding himself. He just adjusted his angle and kept mercilessly fucking your brains out.

You begged him. You asked nicely... just like a good girl. But he didn't budge. He was enjoying the way you pleaded. He liked how he controlled the way you moved. He liked that he was in control of your orgasm.

You looked at him one more time. An idea came to his mind. He glanced at you. "Beg more sweetheart" You heard him say with a soft tone. A sign of sympathy that would be caressing your heart if it wasn't fake. He just wanted to see you messed up.

You begged and pleaded. He looked at you and smirked. "I guess you learned..." He said as he finally started to grind against you again.

You were filled with pleasure in an instant. You let him take charge. You let him humiliate you.

You felt the knot in your stomach snap as even he filled you up from the pure intensity. He pulled out of you, looking at you softly. "I don't need handcuffs to hold you down."

[mew-ya]

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