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ruris-world · 1 year

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｡･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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melodymay-k1tty · 8 months

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MASTERLIST: SCENARIOS & FANFICS (ONE PIECE VER.)

CATEGORIES

Fem!Reader Short/Longfics 🪼

Fem!Reader One-Shots 🪼

Character x Character 🪼

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Caesar Clown♡

Charlotte Katakuri♡

Donquixote Doflamingo♡ (coming soon)

Donquixote Rosinante♡

Enel♡

Monkey D. Luffy♡

Portgas D. Ace part. 1 ♡ / Portgas D. Ace part. 2 ♡

Roronoa Zoro♡

Trafalgar Law♡

Vinsmoke Ichiji♡

Vinsmoke Niji♡

Vinsmoke Sanji♡

Vinsmoke Yonji♡

RULES

1. I don't usually accept requests, because I can only write if I have my own inspiration. So, DON'T rush me or keep demanding something from me (please, I lovely kindly ask). But my question box is open for any ideas.

2. Please don't ask me for disgusting themed stories. I do NSFW, but as long as it doesn't involve some gross stuff I don't even need to talk about (I'm not talking about NCS or anything like that, but about really gross stuff).

3. Don't get your hopes up on character x character stories written by me. If there are any, they will be rare exceptions, as I'm generally not a big fan of this type of writing (except in some VERY specific cases). And I can probably only write that kind with Nico Robin.

4. I can't write (which includes mostly NSFW) about these characters: Franky, Brook, Jinbe, Tony Tony Chopper, Trebol, Señor Pink, Buffalo, Shiryu, and countless other characters, most of which in this extensive list include a few minor characters or extras.

5. Definitely NOT (for now): Franky, Brook, Jinbe, Tony Tony Chopper, Trebol, Señor Pink, Buffalo, Shiryu, Machvise, Lucky Roux, etc...

6. I kindly ask you not to ask me for fanfics Frobin (Franky + Robin) or Jinbin (Jinbe + Robin), I just hate those two ships, but I respect your opinion if you like it. Anyway, I will forever be Zorobin (Zoro + Robin) and Lawbin (Law + Robin), and I can write about them with great pleasure.

DO NOT ask me for!

1. As I already mentioned, stories involving disgusting stuff.

2. Stories involving incest, necrophilia, cannibalism, cruelty to animals, and other terrible things like that. Please don't ask me for this!

3. Stories with racist, bigoted, homophobic, xenophobic themes, these terrible things...

4. OOC characters and stories set in the real world. I just manage to write just for the OP world. Of course, I can open exceptions from time to time, but I don't guarantee anything.

5. Fanfics with male!reader or gn!reader (okay, maybe someday I might try it?! but for now it doesn't work, and it's simply bcs I can't write for that type).

6. Stories for non-binary people (I'm sorry, I'm serious, I just can't write for non-binary people). I swear I already tried it, but it was just awful. So, for now, that's my decision.

7. Character x Character stories (I've only managed one so far, with Nico Robin — and she's just the only one I've felt good doing it with).

8. Fanfics with LGBTQIA+ themes (I'm really sorry, but I can't. Especially those involving characters like Zoro, Law, Doflamingo, Rosinante, Eustass Kid, etc... It just doesn't come out of there). But I can do things like that between women (orange/lesbians).

WHAT CAN I DO?

1. Yes, I can mix races and write reader with fishmen, minks or something else.

2. NSFW content (I definitely can and want to, once I have good development in the stories of course).

3. I can also do size kink, I just don't make it if that will be with characters like Whitebeard, Kaido, Blackbeard, Bartholomew Kuma and others like them...

WARNINGS

1. English IS NOT my first language and I'm not fluent in it. Therefore, I write the stories in my native language, and then I translate them with the help of Google Translate. Any spelling errors should be explained by this.

2. My blog is NOT FREE from spoilers, +18 content, dark content and things that might make you feel a little uncomfortable maybe (like angst, NCS, etc...).

3. This blog is focused on One Piece, but I still don't know if I'll gather all my stories from different animes and doramas here, or if I'll create a secondary blog for that.

Now, I'm going to create a “list” of characters and the appropriate colors inserted will define whether or not I can write about them.

Color Green — I definitely CAN write about this character.

Color Red — I definitely CANNOT write about this character. At least not these days.

Color Orange — Maybe I can and maybe I can't write about this character. And it is very likely that there will be regulations for this.

Color Purple — These are my favorites characters to write about.

Color Pink — Just Fluffy.

Color Blue — I can definitely write about this character. But there will be PROBABLY little or no fluffy/romance and it will likely be +18 Only.

Akainu. Alvida. Aokiji. Arlong. Bartholomew Kuma. Bartolomeo. Bellamy. Boa Hancock. Brook. Buggy. Caesar Clown. Capone Bege. Camie. Carrot. Cavendish. Crocodile. Diamante. Donquixote Doflamingo. Donquixote Rosinante “Corazon”. Dracule Mihawk. Enel. Franky. Hody Jones. Inuarashi. Izo. Jewelry Bonney. Jinbe. Kikunojo. Kizaru. Koala. Marco. Marshall D. Teach “Blackbeard”. Monkey D. Dragon. Monkey D. Luffy. Nami. Nekomamushi. Nico Robin. Nojiko. Paulie. Pedro. Perona. Portgas D. Ace. Rebecca. Rob Lucci. Roronoa Zoro. Sabo. Shanks. Shirahoshi. Silvers Rayleigh. Smoker. Tashigi. Tony Tony Chopper. Trafalgar D. Water Law. Tsuru (Young Prime). Usopp. Vinsmoke Ichiji. Vinsmoke Niji. Vinsmoke Reiju. Vinsmoke Sanji. Vinsmoke Yonji. Viola. Wadatsumi. Yamato. Zeff.

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omegaworld · 1 year

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I write only alpha male character x omega female reader.

All my fanfics have a happy ending.

You can choose tag lists for all fanfics, for a fandom, collection or for specific characters (you can choose more than one).

Characters that are here are the ones I guarantee I will write in the collection or fandom, for fandom with a collection means that currently all my fanfics in that fandom are being for that collection/series and so for now each character will only have one fanfic, I plan to do more collections in each fandom further down the line.

Characters that appear in brackets are characters I might do more for later on but I can't guarantee it. I may have forgotten some character so if there's one you want me to write and it's not here let me know.

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year

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Katakuri; The Most Adorable Husband...

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If only... ಥ_ಥ

Haaah~ Katakuri... He loves doughnuts, he's tall, muscular, strong, and cute... and he's a mama's boy! What's not to love?

I dunno what it is about him; he's just so adorable to me. I just wanna sit on his lap so I can pepper kisses on his nose and cheeks and watch how his face heats up in embarrassment and steam bursts from his ears.

I myself know have to bake a variety of pastries irl, so I'd love to make him something. Maybe some peach or cherry turnovers, a salted caramel cheesecake, or some cinnamon sugar dusted beignets.

But of course I'd make him some doughnuts, they are his favorites after all. But I'd try to sneak some savory pastries in there as well probably with ingredients like candied or honey glazed ham with vegetables and whatnot.

Only if he's comfortable would I like him to let me feed him during his merienda. I was wanna hear him gush about how good my food is while his cheeks are fat like a chipmunk. He's just so precious!

I wanna lay on his chest when he's done eating and wipe his mouth and cheeks free of any leftover crumbs or frosting. Or maybe even lick it off and see him become flustered all over again.

When he's done with all his duties for today I'd let him lay his head on my thighs and run my fingers through his hair or across his cute fangs. Whispering how handsome and hard working he is and how much he means to me.

Haaah~ that'd be the life wouldn't it? Katakuri why do you have to be fictional!!! (╥﹏╥)

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Fun fact! Katakuri is a type of lily (its also called the asian fawnlily) that is native to Japan and is used as the traditional basis of katakuri-ko, which is a powdered starch used in cooking; the starch itself is made from finely ground lily bulbs. This is what I think of instead of dog tooth.

Below is the lily in question \/

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justa-fanfic-writer · 2 months

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Yandere Katakuri x Male Reader

Warnings: Yandere (duh), shit writing, male pregnancy-ish?

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Yandere Katakuri who. . . First met you when you were just walking around the town since you had nothing to do today, so you thought it'll be nice to have a walk around town, not after until you saw a particular red haired boy who looks like he was eating... donuts?

You were strolling around the town since you were still new, and you don't really know your way around, so you thought you might as well explore around but not until you heard some faint noise... it sounds like... someone is munching...? since you were curious where that munching sound was, you thought about going towards the sound since little ol you thought it would be a cute animal eating!

You walked faster to the sound since you had your hopes up thinking it was still a cute animal, not until it wasn't a cute animal... it was some random kid with spiky crimson hair eating what it seems to be donuts? he seems like he was... in bliss of some sort? It seems like donuts were their favorite food!

Your thoughts were cut off when he pinned you against the wall with a long Spear like trident around your neck. He Than spoke, "You saw it, didn't you?" You could feel and hear the anger and rage when he spoke. You were pretty scared, like c'mon, a sharp, pointy blade near your neck like ofc anyone would be scared AF you were almost about to try reasoning with him until you looked at his face and gasped the crimson Haired boy was ready to hear you call him a monster like how the others did and was about to stab you until you murmured softy that only he heard something that absolutely fuckin shocked him "what a cool mouth".

when he heard you spoke those words in your very mouth, his eyes widened in shock! You thought his mouth was cool...? Not disgusting? A curse? A pelican eel? A MONSTER???? He then looked at you again, still shocked, and took back his Spear like Trident back, and he then akwardly apologized. He started putting on his white and black patterned scarf, and you said in a nervous voice, "i-its okay..." And then there was akward silence there was tension still in the air and maybe a start of a new weird friendship? (I got lazy for the backstory here, bare with me here 💀)

Yandere Katakuri who. . . At first, he didn't fully trust you. I mean, come on, barely anyone even wanted to talk to him nor even think about going near him because they kept all called him a freak and a monster, but when you both got even closer he was... a bit happy he had someone to talk to, someone who cares for him, someone who would hang out with but as the days gone by you both were than became inseparable you both would always do everything together and at first Katakuri first saw you as a sibling someone to protect someone who he cares about more than anything but something changed than as you both grew older...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Started to develop some feelings for you it was just small feelings not too much for him to notice it, but as the days went by he started to notice this weird feeling bubbling inside his heart and when he figured out he liked you in a romantic way he was shocked because he only ever saw you as a sibling! never as a romantic interest!

He full-blown denied that he like liked you, but when he actually looked closer... you were... pretty cute.

WAIT NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS he shaked his head to keep those thoughts away he only saw you as a sibling NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS yes that's right t-this feeling will go away y-yeah it will!

Surprise, surprised it didn't

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Is slowly becoming more touchy and possessive and even more obsessed with you day by day he holds your hand in public more often he always asks if you want him to carry you on his shoulder or want to eat anything and he'll immediately call the chef's to make you sweet goods you were kind of weirded out by this behavior but you just honestly thought nothing of it since you were practically his only friend, and you thought that he was just being insecure again and wanted to you to know that he will always be there for you and just needs your comfort and attention so you happily embraced this new him with with open arms!

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Took it in a wrong and thought you're letting him do this things to you since you LOVE him, right? R-RIGHT!? You wouldn't EVER think about LEAVING him because you happily accepted this.

RIGHT????????

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Had the courage to now actually confess to you and hoped you feel the same, and if you accepted it, then he is ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC and will pick you up and give you a literal bone crushing hug!

but if you don't accept the same feelings well...

Seems like we're gonna have some problems...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . After you accept his proposal for you to be his lover, OH BOY, you're gonna have a field day for sure so better prepare for lots of cuddling and getting spoiled to the core because he will SHOW you that he will ALWAYS love you~<3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Married you not too long ago, both of you said your vows, and before you two kiss, he encased the both of you in a mochi squared house since he is still insecure of his mouth and finally have the both of you in a passionate kiss that could make anyone gag on how sweet you two were

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Will let you have your freedom because he knows that if he cages you like a little bird forever, he will never have a TRUE real relationship with you and doesnt want that he wants to have a real and lovely relationship with you. <3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Doesn't mind if you want children he would absolutely LOVE to have children with you~<3 its either you want some or he does.

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I'm sorry that I have been like offline for idk a year...? Ehehe, sorry... I was ehem busy with school, and I was on writers block, so sorry... and as I get better with writing fics, I'll remake some of my old ones just like this one, so sorry again if it's not to your liking... :(

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sexydoffyman · 9 months

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Katakuri catching his distant s/o staring at him with a loving gaze:)

STARING

genre: fluff

word count: 452

A/N: I needed to change it from s/o to crush🍩 I saw dark circles under my eyes again. I should stop writing at 23:00 every day lol.

The tall man was walking on the wheat island. He had his mind thinking about a special someone he met here. It was you. He saw you just existing and doing what you do in your daily life, but he still mindlessly fell in love. He was thinking if he's acting like a stalker. He didn't want that. He was a respectful, mature adult. He wouldn't do such a childish thing. But to be honest, was it adult of him to think about you all the time without telling you he loved you.

He was thinking about you. And he was anxious, very anxious. He was scared that you would laugh at his scars. He knew that if he wanted to be loved by somebody, he wanted to be loved fully. He took off his scarf, so he could breathe some fresh air. He was near a cliff behind a forest that was rarely visited because of the rumors about it. So it wasn't like he needed to stay covered. He kept relaxing for a while, but he felt a little bit off.

He used his color of observation and quickly noticed someone on his left side. He saw them... staring. So he did what he did every time that he did when someone saw his uncovered mouth. He slowly stood up to look the person in the face. He thought that he would see a face covered in fear and terror. Whether it was from his face or from the fact that they knew what was coming. What caught him off guard was you. You, the person he had in his mind for the past few months. He was scared to see your face covered in fear. The person he loved would now be terrified of him. Oh well, it couldn't be avoided. He carefully looked at your face, and yes, a sudden fear covered your face as you hid behind a tree.

He appeared in front of you in a matter of seconds. He looked at you. He tensed his stomach when he saw a different kind of fear. It wasn't fear. It was shyness. He saw your face filled with blush, trying not to make eye contact. And he immediately blushed in response. It was like he fell in love all over again. You gathered the courage and looked his way. "You look kind of cute." "Do you know that?" You quietly mumbled.

Now it was time for him to finally act like an adult he knew he was. finally to tell you that he has been acting like a stupid teenage boy all this time.

He knew he found the one. The one he would love to love.

A/N: I just feel the need to write any kind of obsession (yandere) about this man.

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 2 years

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• Marines

Better be safe than sorry

Retirement?

Kizaru: a brat that's what you are

Yan!Admirals: of men and monsters

Admirals with Bayonetta-like s/o

Justice

Inside job

Sakazuki reversed to a child

Family is everything

Guns&roses

Darkness arise I / chapter II / chapter III / chapter IV / chapter V / chapter VI / chapter VII / chapter VIII / chapter IX / chapter X / chapter XI

•Charlotte Family

Cracker: my champion

Big Mom: world in my hands

Yan!Amande: undying declaration of love

Yan!Amande: only time will tell

Yan!Katakuri with wendigo reader

Halloween with Katakuri

Pudding: loving you is a guilty pleasure

Charlotte sisters: vengeance shall be mine

Found family

Oh boy

M.I.A

Cute but deadly

Two peas in a pod

Chaotically...chaos

Welcome to the family

Of seamen and seakings

Family affairs

Obey

Genius

Life eternal

A grave mistake

A god amongst men

•Straw hats

Yan! Luffy: you deserve more

Sanji: the eyes never lie

Chopper: doctor to be

Yan!monster trio with accepting darling

ASL Yan! brothers with gullible little sibling

Yan!Zoro: every breath you take

•Whitebeard's pirates

I will protect you

Whitebeard: world in my hands

Yan!Ace: forever

•Germa 66

Curiosity killed the cat

•CP0

Mr.&Ms Lucci

•Other pirates

Doflamingo: my beautiful lover

Doflamingo...but it's horror movie night

Doflamingo....but she's a hot Blonde

Yan!Doflamingo: opposite attracts

Yan!Doflamingo: strong, patient and mine

Yan! Doflamingo: God is dead

Female vs male doffy

Rosinante: the eyes never lie

Kaido: world in my hands

Yan! Mihawk, Doflamingo and Crocodile: mine and only mine

Yan!Shichibukais with darling who has a fear of being abandoned

Yan!Crocodile: super psycho love

Yan!Jinbe, Kid and killer with wendigo reader

Blackbeard crew: until the end

Yonkos: a slow day

Halloween special

Exchange event: tis the season to be jolly

Lay all your love on me

Party in my head

Royal:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Family: whitebeard pirates

Family: Izo and Thatch

Fashion week: Vegapunk satellites

Doflamingo: blood ain't water

Sleeping beauty

Revenge Is best served cold

Danger stalking

#one piece masterlist

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straykidsnerd255 · 7 months

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You would be angry too

Pairing: Katakuri x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff/angst, Hurt/comfort

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Bullying, swear words, (name) snapping at the bullies, blood, OOC Katakuri

A/n: (Name) is great friends with Brulee knowing they were the same age. She later becomes a guardian/best friend to Pudding. She was the only person that had befriended the two girls.

Summary: (Name) has been invited to Pudding’s wedding with her best friend Sanji. While there, she falls for Katakuri, an older and much taller Charlotte sibling and Pudding's brother. While there, she hears people start talking badly about Pudding. She narrows her eyes and turns her attention toward them. As they start talking more, the conversation starts to turn toward Katakuri and Brulee. That sends (Name) in a whirl. She turns and attacks the people during the wedding ceremony, and Katakuri and Oven have to pull her from them.

(Name) looked around the sweet-themed island in awe. “This place is amazing!” She mumbled, a smile on her face. “My dear, it is custom to meet with the bride and congratulate her.” A familiar voice called out. (Name) turned around and smiled. “Brulee!” She squealed, hugging the taller woman. Brulee smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around the female. “I can’t believe you actually made it! I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to make it to the wedding.” Brulee said as they walked towards the bride's room. (Name) smiled. “I know. I thought I was gonna be on the sea for a little bit longer. Guess there were other plans to follow.” (Name) laughed as Brûlée smiled. “I know for a fact that Pudding will be so happy to see you,” Brûlée said a fond smile on her face. (Name) returned that soft smile. “I’m just happy that my best friend found someone.” Brûlée looked at her for a moment and swore that she saw tears but shook her head.

“Pudding’s room isn’t that much farther. She will be so happy to have you here.” Brûlée said as they entered the extravagant building. As they were walking, a very tall male stopped them. “Brûlée, who is this?” The male spoke, his mouth hidden by a scarf. Before Brûlée could answer, (Name), blinded by curious thoughts, lifted her hand towards the scarf. Brûlée and the male froze and watched her hand. She placed her hand against the scarf and felt the material in her hand. “Soft, a little too warm for summer weather.” She mumbled before gently closing her fingers around the material. The male’s eyes widened in panic and raised his hand to smack (Name’s) hand from it when Brûlée snatched (Name’s) hand. “I’m so sorry about that big brother Katakuri. She’s a fashion designer and…” Brulee didn’t get to finish her sentence before (Name) opened her mouth. “I apologize if I did something rude. I was curious as to the fabric that was used in the scarf. If you don’t mind Mr. Charlotte, could you tell me the length of the scarf and I can make you one that is more suited for summer? One that would cool you down?” (Name) asked with a small tilt of her head.

Katakuri was confused but Brulee stepped in for him. “I can tell you the measurements (Name), but let's go see Pudding. I bet she will be so surprised that she will get to see you on her wedding day.” Brulee said, causing the said female to turn around with a swirl of her hair, a wide smile on her face, and giddiness in her steps. “Of course! How could I have forgotten that’s why I came!” (Name) said, as she began to skip down the hallway. Brulee shook her head and laughed before patting Katakuri’s arm and jogging to catch up with (Name). Katakuri shook his head before continuing towards Big Mom’s chambers. Brulee stopped at a door marked “Pudding” and knocked. “Pudding, I have a gift for you!” She called out. (Name) smiled and hid behind Brulee. Pudding opened the door and raised an eyebrow. “Brulee, you don’t have a gift for me. Why did you say-” She stopped when (Name) poked her head out from behind the taller woman. “Hi Pudding!” she said, waving with a big smile on her face. Pudding’s face lit up and she raced out of her room and wrapped her arms around (Name).

“You made it! You said that you wouldn’t be able to make it.” Pudding said pulling away from the hug. (Name) chuckled before backing up. “I thought so too. Apparently the time for my departer changed and I don’t leave for another three weeks.” (Name) said smiling and shrugging her shoulders at the same time. Pudding and Brulee laughed loudly causing some of their siblings to look at them weirdly. “Brulee, mama wants to see us all!” a male with orange hair and clothing said, glaring down at (Name) with confusion. “Coming. (Name), can you help Pudding finish getting ready?” Brulee asked. (Name) nodded her head and smiled before gently pushing Pudding back into her room and closing the door behind her. “Who was that? Why are you and Pudding so close to her?” Oven asked. Brulee chuckled. “She was mine and Puddings only friend when we were younger. Mama knows about her.” Brulee said, as they walked into Big mom’s chamber.

“Mama! Guess who came!” Brulee yelled racing into the room. Big mom smiled but raised an eyebrow. “And who might be here to cause such happiness Brulee?” Big mom asked. “(Name) is here!” Brulee said, a wide smile on her face. Katakuri’s eyes widened when he saw the bright smile on his sisters face. “Ma-ma-mama! Its been so long since I have seen her. Brulee dear, could you bring her here?” Big mom asked. Brulee nodded her head and left the room to fetch (Name) and Pudding. When she reached the hallway towards Puddings room, she saw (Name) and Pudding walking down the hallway with smiles on their faces. Pudding looked beautiful in her wedding dress and hair curled and pulled back in places. Brulee smiled before waving to them. “Mama wants to see you (Name)!” Brulee said once the two girls were closer to hear. (Name’s) smile grew wider and she nodded her head excitedly.

(Name) followed the two towards the massive chambers and opened the door. “BIG MOM!” (Name) yelled, her body shifting to a massive wolf. Brulee and Pudding laughed loudly as (Name) crashed into the giant woman. The other children were nervous and ready to fight but the smile on their mother’s face spoke volumes. “Look at you! You have gotten bigger since the last time I saw you.” Big mom said, ruffling the white fur. (Name) huffed out happily before standing up and backing up enough to allow Big mom to stand up. “Who is this mama?” Smoothie asked. Big mom smiled softly. “This is (Name) my children. She was Pudding and Brulee’s first and only friend when they were younger.” She said.

(Name), as if to make a point, walked over to the two girls and sat down next to them. Her tail wrapping around them before lifting them up and when she laid down. Pudding curled up into her fur and her eyes drooped as if she was tired and ready to fall asleep. “Mama, if you don’t mind me do something,” Katakuri said walking towards the massive creature. (Name’s) eyes opened as Katakuri came closer to her face. “You were reaching for my scarf earlier today. I’m sorry if I seemed nervous, but…” His voice trailed off before he took the scarf off his face. (Name’s) eyes widened and her head lifted from her paws. Her ears twitched on her head when she heard some of the siblings laughing, or calling him a monster under their breath. She snarled causing everyone to back away but Big mom’s eyes widened. Katakuri sat in front of her and waited to see what she would do. She moved her head forward and Katakuri’s eyes snapped shut.

He felt something cold and wet hit his face and his eyes snapped open. He looked to see (Name) pressing her nose against his face, her eyes were warm and held….love in them. Katakuri just stared at her. (Name’s) eyes continued to stare at him before Big mom cleared her throat. Everyone turned to look at her. “I think we should count on another wedding happening in our future.” She said, eyeing (Name) and Katakuri. (Name’s) faced blew up into a red mess and she tried to cover her face with her paws. Katakuri’s face exploding into a red mess as well. Pudding and Brulee hugged (Name) as she tried to cover her face and whine in embarrassment. “I just came back and this is how I am repaid?! Big mom I feel so betrayed.” (Name) said, a smile on her face. Big mom laughed loudly.

{The next day- Pudding and Sanji’s wedding}

Pudding was scared. She knew that she was marrying (Name’s) best friend Sanji but she wasn’t sure how he would react to her having a third eye. “Don’t worry Pudding. Sanji is a sweet man. A pervert at times, but very sweet. I promise, if he doesn’t treat you right, I will kick his ass myself.” (Name) said, a smile on her face when Pudding starting laughing. (Name) fixed up at her hair the same way she did the day before and smiled. “Go get him girl.” She said, waving and walking down to the tables set up.

“I can’t believe that Sanji, a good looking man is going to marry a monster like pudding.”

“(Name’s) wolf ears flared off her head and twitched when she heard those words. She sat at the table that was directly in front of the people who had said that. She narrowed her eyes but a smile appeared and took the frown from her face as she watched the cloud with Sanji and Pudding on it appear. Smoothie, and Brulee came and sat next to (Name) and smiled at her. She returned the smile and watched as the wedding proceeded. As the vows were made and Sanji opened the veil, the men and their wives behind (Name) spoke again.

“If I were you Sanji, I would leave her. She’s a monster!” (Name) clenched her fists tight enough that blood flowed from her palms. Brulee started making a fuss but what was said next sent the whole wedding into chaos. “Not to mention, most of her siblings are monsters too. Take Katakuri for example. That man looks more monster like than she does. I mean, come on. Those teeth of his could rip the flesh off a normal human if he went crazy. And her sister Brulee, or don’t get me started on that ugly one…” The man never finished his sentence. (Name) turned around and pounced on him. Her claws digging into his shoulders causing him to scream in pain.

(Name’s) fangs ripped through her gums and she snarled in the mans face. Spit falling from her opened mouth. Her eyes red with anger. She ripped into his shoulder causing blood to spill on the pavement below. The man screamed and slammed his fist into her eye causing her to bite down even harder on his shoulder. Katakuri and Oven ran over to the commotion and stared in horror as (Name) ravaged the shit out of the man. “Brulee, what the hell happened?!” Oven screamed. Brulee explained what had happened and their eyes widened as they started at the wolf. Before long, Katakuri walked forward. Everyone was watching, including Big mom, Sanji and his pirate crew, and Pudding. The guests watched as (Name)’s jaw clamped down harder over his shoulder making the man whine in pain.

“(Name)” Her head snapped up, making the man scream when his shoulder was wrenched up. Katakuri kept his eyes glued to hers and reached for his scarf. She watched intently as he removed the scarf. “I don’t care what they saw about me. Brulee doesn’t either. I know it still hurts Pudding but she has me, you, Brulee, and now Sanji and his crew to protect her. Release his shoulder and come here.” He said, slowly moving backwards. Everyone watched intently as (Name) released the mans shoulder and walk towards him. When she was close to him, she collapsed. He was glad he knelt down just as she fell forward. Her muzzle fell into his lap as she laid on her side, breathing harshly.

Katakuri ran his fingers through her fur as her breathing began to slow down. The man she attacked, in rage, slammed his foot into her stomach. Her wolf disappeared and her normal self fell to her knees, her arm wrapped around her stomach, coughing and sputtering for air. Before the man could cause anymore harm, Sanji’s leg met his stomach and sent him flying into a candy like brick wall. “No one touches my best friend.” He snarled, his leg still lit up and on fire as he glared harshly at the rubble.

{Time Skip}

(Name) opened her eyes and looked around. Pudding was pressing into Sanji’s chest crying, while Brulee paced around the room. Katakuri was holding her hand and sitting in a chair next to the bed she was laying in. “What happened?” She asked, her voice raspy from not talking. Katakuri’s head snapped up and a relieved smile appeared on his face. “Someone started saying rude things about Brulee, me, and Pudding and you went protective. I don’t think I have ever seen someone that protective before.” Katakuri mumbled the last part. (Name) smiled. “Sorry if I scared anyone.” She said, looking down.

Katakuri pressed his hands to her face. “I wasn’t scared at all. In fact, I found it quite…hot.” He said, blushing and looking away. Brulee and Pudding looked at each other before laughing. The two looked at them and raised an eyebrow. “You two are made for each other.” Pudding said, grabbing Sanji’s hand and darting out of the room. Brulee following close behind. (Name) and Katakuri listed to their laughter fade before it hit the both of them. Their faces exploded into a dark shade of red and steam rose from their face. (Name) turned to look at Katakuri but he did the same thing and their faces were inches apart. They stayed like that for a moment before (Name) pressed her hands flat against the bed and pressed her lips to his, the best she could with the teeth as they were. Katakuri’s mind went blank.

When (Name) was able to leave the hospital, her and Katakuri began dating. Everyone in Big moms family was surprised as the two announced they were dating but they were happy nonetheless. (Name) was currently sitting on the grass with her back pressed against Katakuri’s chest as he laid his chin on her head. They watched Pudding and Sanji race around while the rest of the Strawhat crew were there and goofing off as well. A pleasant smile sitting on (Name’s) lips. Katakuri’s hand pressed against her thighs making her tilt her head back and look up at him. “Is something wrong love?” She asked. Katakuri smiled at the nickname before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. She smiled in the kiss and lifted her hands to his face before sliding her hands into his hair.

“You love birds should come and join the rest of us!” Pudding called out pulling the two from kissing. (Name) playfully glared at her two friends. “How dare you pulling me from my gorgeous ass boyfriend. I haven’t had a good looking man since I was 20.” (Name) called out making everyone start laughing. Katakuri was a mess. His whole face when red and he hid behind (Name). The two soon stood up and headed over towards the rest of their friends. Katakuri watched as his girlfriend laughed loudly and smiled the biggest smile ever.

“Treat her like she is a princess.” Katakuri jumped when Luffy spoke in a low tone. However he recovered quickly. “I wouldn’t treat her any other way than a princess. She’s so precious to me. Why do you say that?” He asked. “I have known her as long as I have known Sanji and to say the least, she was treated like shit by her family. Her family didn’t have animal changing abilities like she does. (Name) never even ate a devil fruit to gain said powers.” Luffy said, before racing towards Sanji and (Name) and stretching his arms out. (Name) and Sanji panicked and tried to get out of his on coming hug but failed.

Luffy slammed into the two knocking them to the ground and a laughter could be heard by everyone there. Katakuri smiled softly as he watched Sanji punch Luffy lightly on the head and (Name) trying her best to hold in her laughter. “I found the right girl.” Katakuri mumbled before going over and sitting next to Jinebei and Robin. The two greeted him with a smile before they turned back to watch Sanji, Luffy, Pudding, and (Name) run around playing tag with each other. Before long, the sun began to set and everyone was getting tired. Sanji and Pudding quickly made dinner and everyone began eating. (Name), Katakuri, Sanji, and Pudding waved goodbye to the strawhats as they pulled away from whole cake island.

“Goodbye! Thanks for coming to mine and Sanji’s wedding!” Pudding yelled before intertwining her fingers with Sanji’s. Both said their goodnights to Katakuri and (Name) before going home themselves. (Name) leaned her head against Katakuri’s arm and closed her eyes. “You tired hon?” Katakuri’s voice rumbled lowly. (Name) simply nodded her head and looked up at him. He smiled before picking her up like she weighed nothing. “Let’s go back home and sleep for the night. Katakuri laid her on the bed before laying on the bed with her. She moved and pressed against his chest and sighed in content.

“I love you.” She whispered.

Katakuri smiled softly. “I love you too.”

#katakuricharlotte #female reader #enjoy #not requested #One Piece #one shot

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sunny-mercya · 11 months

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Masterlist 2

Series;

Parents Regret

Batfamily x Male Child Reader

Fandom -> Batman/DCU

Status; Ongoing

Summary; There was no doubt that Bruce does love you, you are his little ray of Sunshine after all, but still he regrets to have you adopted you.

01. New Addition

02. Fever Nights

03. Exhausted

04. Messy Birthday

One Shots;

One Piece

Trafalgar Law

Calm before the Storm | Male Reader

Intrigued | Male Reader

Hogging Attention | Male Reader

Naked Ecstasy | Male Reader

Irresponsible | Male Reader

Charlotte Katakuri

Proud | Male Reader

Roronoa Zoro

Jealousy | Male Reader

Runaway Love | Male Reader

Scream 1996

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Precious Darling | Male Reader

Not so innocently | Male Reader – Alternate Ending.

Protective | Male Reader – Unfinished Story

Wasted | Male Reader

Ours not Yours | Male Reader

Of Nightmarish Phobias | Male Reader

Sensitive Heart | Male Reader

Nightlife Drive | Male Reader

Chronicles of Narnia

Edmund Pevensie

In your arms, till the end | Male Reader

Feverish Dance | Male Reader

Simplicity | Male Reader

Frostbites | Male Reader

Starry Skies | Male Reader

Various Fandoms

Black Clover ;

Felicem Natalem Diem | Nozel Silva x Male Reader

Jujutsu Kaisen ;

Bittersweet | Geto Suguru x Male Reader

#Masterlist 2 #masterlist of my lovely trash #male reader #anime #manga #fanfiction #One Piece #dc comics #scream 1996 #chronicles of narnia #various fandoms

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smygarding · 5 years

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devil | Katakuri Charlotte x Male!Reader

General information:

Katakuri Charlotte (Dogtooth) x Male!Reader

warning(s): hurt&comfort - anxiety&depression reader info: the reader will go by he/him/his pronouns. word count: 2243 song inspiration: Devil by Shinedown other info: this work does not follow any plot in the anime, but it exists in the same universe. please note that this is also posted on my quotev and deviantart. this is not beta read, so please excuse me if you see any mistakes.

When Katakuri Charlotte opened his eyes after having woken up by the sun tickling him in his stitch littered face, he felt the way too familiar feeling fill up and bubble in his stomach. Glaring towards the heavy curtains who had let a tiny ray of light shine through, Katakuri bit down on his dry lip until he could taste the metallic flavour a bit too well. Yet he couldn’t make himself to leave the bed to close them completely.

Ah, so it was one of those days.

All he wanted to do was to pull the heavy covers over his entire body and pretend as if he didn’t exist. Even if it was just for a couple of hours, minutes or seconds.

It hurt to think about his duties as the minister of flour, as a sweet general, as the second son and as the perfect son.

Katakuri rumbled with annoyance and wished nothing more than to sink into his huge bed and disappear. However, if he didn’t get out of bed someone was bound to knock on his door sooner or later.

Still, a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?

Nobody could deny him a few more minutes where he didn’t have to feel the lump in his stomach form into something more grotesque and gruesome.

Nobody could deny him a few more minutes without any heavy burdens weighing down his shoulders.

Nobody could deny him a few more minutes without having to put on a persona, where he didn’t have to hide himself and his own face from his family.

With a sigh and a huff, he grabbed the numbing duvet with his huge and calloused hand to pull it over himself in an attempt to disappear for a little while longer.

It didn’t feel right.

No matter what Katakuri did, he couldn’t get his hammering heart to slow down.

Ba-dump-ba-dump-ba-dump-ba-,

No use in counting his breath either. The rasping sound of his laboured breath from his parted lips as he inhaled and exhaled only made his heart wince in pain as if someone tightened barbed wire around it.

Anxiety weighed his chest down followed by a stinging pain in his skull.

Of course… Katakuri thought. Just what I needed, a migraine.

Another groan escaped his sharp-toothed mouth and as he closed his eyes in pure nausea the throbbing pain ebbed slowly but surely away.

“…kuri.”

“Katakuri.”

Huffing in annoyance, Katakuri opened his eyes only to be met with your tall frame leaning over him and your face inches away from his own. If it hadn’t been for his eyes getting used to the light who now reached even the darkest and most dusty corners in his room, he could have taken in your flawless smooth (s/c) features and your amazing (e/c) eyes without you covering back in fear due to his intense stare.

“What?” His mouth felt dry and his tone fell flat.

Katakuri was not a man of many words and this day was no exception.

He liked to keep it simple and the less he had to open his mouth, the less he was reminded of why he wore his scarf. And the happier Mama gets… He thought bitterly.

“I tried to call your den den mushi for several times now,” your eyes bore into his own, and he felt unable to look away. For what reason exactly Katakuri didn’t know yet, but he felt himself being captured by your (e/c) eyes and frozen in time as you sought after answers to why he wasn’t doing his duties.

“And?” Another curt answer rumbled from his chest and up his throat which caused your own eyes to glance down at his naked torso- barely covered by the heavy duvet he knew you had tugged at. It was a brief look, but Katakuri still caught it and felt weirdly smug about it.

As your fiancé by contract, Katakuri knew he was allowed to feel cautious and wary around you, not to mention conflicted and curious.

Cautious and wary because he didn’t know you as a person, he didn’t know your intentions for agreeing to the political marriage (not that you could refuse it in reality) nor how you would act around his family. Neither knew he why you seemed to accept him despite his huge flaws. It was no huge secret that he frightened you. That he knew. The look of fear and shock painted etched onto your face when you saw the real himfor the first time wasn’t easy to forget. Though you never showed disgust. If you did, it must have been completely concealed.

Then came the conflicted and curious feelings. Because despite every reason he listed in his mind, despite every self-loathing feelings surfacing and despite most of his siblings being against his engagement, Katakuri still felt drawn towards you. You made him curious about the smallest things concerning yourself, such as the fact that you were only 150cm shorter than him. How was that possible? Then there was the fact that he felt happy whenever you looked at him or paid attention to him.

What are you doing to me?

“And…” You repeated, ready give him a list of good reasons only for them to die at the tip of your tongue. “And you know what, just fuck it.”

Katakuri was startled by your sudden outburst. He had never seen you like this, relaxed, tired and just completely done at the same time. You didn’t even give him a chance to think again before you suddenly ripped the duvet completely off his body, exposing more of his tattoo and ripped figure. The embarrassment couldn’t even creep up his neck in form of a flush as you proceeded to climb into his huge and soft bed, laying down beside him as your eyes continued to search after something on his face.

It made him uneasy.

How easily you had joined him in bed, how you didn’t even flinch once as you took in every detail of his features with your studying and curious eyes, and how the warmth from your body made his own tingle with anticipation.

“What are you doing?” The sudden question seemed to startle both himself and you.

“I’m joining you, what else does it look like?” You surprised the magenta-haired male by answering so straightforwardly and casually as if resting beside your arranged 509cm fiancé was the simplest thing in the world.

Katakuri narrowed his eyes in a suspicious glare. What were you trying to achieve by doing this?

“Why are you bothering?”

The clear shock both your expressions mirrored each other and Katakuri wished he hadn’t let his doubt taken over.

More than anything, it was how venomous and accusing his voice sounded that made Katakuri wince and deepen the bite on his chapped lips. Instant regret filled up within when he saw you falter in your movements and avert your intense yet oddly gentle eyes away from his.

Uncertainness, confusion and pure anxiety were the scapegoats in the picture, and Katakuri wished fervently that he wasn’t stuck in the sticky grip of theirs, so he could apologise without having to fear total rejection.

No apology came, and the tension grew bigger by each second that passed in silence.

Why can’t I apologise? Katakuri thought, frowning at himself at how pathetic he had become. Why was it that you, a foreign prince, managed to make even the smallest words halter and disappear at the tip of his tongue?

The mistake was made, and it was Katakuri’s own creation. By letting his anxiety, anger and insecurities seep out, only to let them loose on you was something he had feared and predicted yet tried to avoid at any cost.

The damage was done, and the words said, and yet, you managed to surprise the sharp-toothed man again.

A warm and soft hand- almost as big as his own yet lacking callouses and roughness from violence- reached out and touched his scarred face with the gentlest care he ever felt.

“Why are you so scared?”

Your words squeezed every last ounce of air out his lungs, leaving him breathless and terrified.

Another hand joined the first and cupped his flawed cheeks, drawing his head closer towards your own. This warmth was completely new to Katakuri, foreign and frightening, but he didn’t reject it. Instead, he welcomed it and let your gentle hands take control in their caress.

Katakuri felt his lashed dip and eyes flutter in sync with his beating heart. As he let himself relax into your touch, everything slowed down and the former doubts forming the tight wire around his entire being disappeared as his heartbeat evened out.

He let out a shaky breath and inhaled your cologne that smelled softly of (fave scent).

What exactly am I afraid of?

You?

No words were spoken, and he opened his eyes again.

You were still beside him, closer than ever, cupping his face with your untainted hands and gazing into his eyes with your own clear ones- free from any form of prejudice and judgement.

“You can’t exceed the heavy expectations they lay upon you, you know?”

Katakuri chuckled dryly, tired. “What do you know about that? You’re just…” The last words stopped and Katakuri was glad he didn’t have the courage to finish the sentence.

“I’m just what?”

He had expected a sharp tone, but you succeeded to perplex him another time with your curious and calm question.

“I’m just me?” You asked again, guessing the correct word he didn’t answer to.

“So, what if I’m just myself. You’re just you and we’re both humans. Titles and blood don’t matter, nor do they count when it comes to our humanity.”

Another set of chuckles rumbled through Katakuri’s chest as if your words simply humoured him.

“Human isn’t something I’ve had the pleasure of being described as.” He explained bitterly, not expecting you to understand. You didn’t understand the weight of his existence and you didn’t know how his family worked.

A frown etched itself into your usual soft features, but your hands refused to leave their place. “The expectations and duties laid upon our beings shouldn’t define us as a person, Katakuri.”

How you addressed him caught his interest and as the sweet general found you (e/c) orbs, he knew he was unable to look away again.

Just what are you doing to me?

“We can’t exceed impossible ultimatums we don’t have the capability to fulfil and that’s completely okay, you know?”

“Why?”

How one word could sound so broken and shattered surprised you and hadn’t it been for the anxiety making itself known again, Katakuri would have relished the fact that the tables were turned.

“Because we’re humans. Because sometimes we’re not meant to do the impossible and instead of using innumerable measures and strength reaching for the unobtainable, we should focus on the importance in the present.” You took a breath and removed one hand from Katakuri’s scarred skin to pull the duvet over your bodies. In that instant, Katakuri felt himself missing your touch and warmth. However, your hand found its place again – stroking his sharp features and rubbing your thumbs in circles on his cheeks – which made the sharp-toothed man almost purr in delight and relief.

“Do you have anything important to you, Katakuri? Anything close to your heart?”

“My family.” His reply was quick and confident, showing no hesitation.

“Then focus on your family, do what you know is the best for them and focus in taking a part of your own joy without letting them make their own dreams into yours.”

Warmth spread through his body like rapid fire, but not from the duvet placed over his body, not from your comforting hands nor from your slim body pressing up against his – no, the comfort unfurling even in the darkest corners inside of him was purely due to your words.

Never in his lifetime had Katakuri been told that it was okay to not excel, okay to step back and okay to be flawed – to be human. Your words refreshed him in ways he never would have been able to imagine without you in the picture.

As he felt one of your hands move upwards to tousle and draw through his short hair in a slow motion, realisation dawned upon him and his ragged breath evened out.

“Thank you.”

If it hadn’t been for your heads being centimetres apart and your long limbs tangling, you wouldn’t have caught the small thankful murmur making its way between sharp canines and smooth inhales and exhales.

A smile tugged at your lips, but you chose to remain silent. You continued your ministrations and small affections until you his posture lost its tension and fell limp beside you. Though you didn’t stop, nor did you leave him. You had taken a certain choice – a choice that was made when you opened up your heart in front of a scared and scarred man.

From now and onwards you had decided to stick with the troubled man that was your husband to be, and even if it would start with the smallest things, you were determined to break down his shell in order to gain his affection. Great mountains caved to time and so would Katakuri.

Simple decisions such as wanting to wake up in your fiancé’s grip could eventually escalate and turn into a full-blown and fiery love.

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