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eustasskidagenda · 6 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doflamingo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crocodile

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

Another DILF and dominant man.

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

"You're afraid because of my size?"

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

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

"Suck it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you take it?"

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

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

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

Katakuri

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

King

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just can't.

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

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

"Does it feel good, Y/N?"

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

Corazon

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

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

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

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

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

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm ready for you, Rosi."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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marimology · 8 months

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‘someone be bold and request some dark content’

MF I GOTCHU!

Here’s the thing

I am DEPRIVED OF YANDERE ONE PIECE SMUT

Pick whichever characters you like all up to you I JUST NEED MAH THIRST QUENCHED

Also ignore this if your uncomfortable I didn’t see anything wrong with yandere in the rules also drink water eat something and please rest!

Lots of love!♡

katakuri x transmasc reader

notes : thank you nonnie def going to sleep after this one <3, feast well

warnings : non con , yandere, pet play , ball sucking, MDNI

— this man may be quiet and deemed as perfect but he is anything but such…you owned a donut shop in big moms territory, he loved the shop an you so it’s only right that he gets to take both for himself correct? plus you’ve already seen underneath his scarf multiple times so there’s no way in hell that he’d ever let you go.

— most citizens think it’s cute that he follows you around ‘like a lost puppy’ but it’s anything but sort.. he follows you around because he doesn’t want you his flour flower to run away from him that’d just be plain rude

— if you could go a week without an escape attempt you’d be met with loving kissing and praise as he road you through an orgasm

— if you had an escape attempt you could expect to be used like a fleshlight for each time you tried.

— you have a cute little collar that has a bell that you wear 24/7 and he likes to hear it ring with each thrust into your cunt <3

— loves to watch you struggle with breathing so you can definitely expect him having you choke on his balls.

“ you look so handsome like this” he moaned as he kept shoving his length down your throat . he moved his hand down towards your throat and caressed it feeling his length slide in and out of the wet cavern causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure

“poor baby can’t take anymore? he asked mockingly grabbing your hair as you moaned at the sudden action

“too bad … I don’t plan on stopping now take your punishment like a good boy.. or.. it’s not really a punishment if you seem to be enjoying it

#tw.dumbification #tw.cnc #tw.dark content #tw.yandere #tw.throatfucking #charolette katakuri x reader #katakuri one piece #katakuri x reader #katakuri smut #one piece smut #one piece x reader #yandere #yandere one piece #transmasc reader #bottom reader #bottom male reader

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turtletaubwrites · 2 months

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Sweet Abduction ~ Part 3 ~ End

I absolutely adored this request, and you can click here for Part 1 and Part 2. I was nervous about trying my hand at some smut with this lovely 16.5 ft (509 cm) tall man, but y'all overwhelmingly voted for a smutty ending, so I did my best. I hope you enjoy this sweet conclusion! 💜🍩

Pairings: Katakuri x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3781

Ao3 Link

Summary: You and your new husband get to know each other, and what makes the other feel good. Maybe this abduction was a miracle after all.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Light Angst, Grief, (reader's dad has passed and she thinks about him a lot), Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Spit, Comeplay, Size Kink, Human/Monster Romance, He's freaking 16 ft tall, Reader is too sweet for this world

A/N: I love these two so much, they deserve all the sweetness in the world! 🥰

Every slow, steady step of the man who carried you sent your heart beating faster.

Your husband held you against his massive chest, the moment you were waiting for fast approaching. Your lungs didn’t quite know what to do now that it was so close.

“Do you have a map? I think I’ll get lost in here on my own.”

Katakuri’s soft chuckle felt so soothing through his warm skin.

“I’ll have one drawn up for you. There’s also some vehicles that you can use to traverse it quickly, and tomorrow the staff will return, so you can always ask for their assistance.”

“Staff,” you chirped, once again feeling out of place.

“Yes. I dismissed them for the evening so that we… I thought we should be alone on our wedding night.”

He couldn’t see your shy smile as you bit your lip, but you were sure he felt the bob of your head as you tapped it against his chest.

“Here we are,” he announced, opening a door made for someone his size.

“How do I open the door?”

Katakuri apologized, clearing his throat as he set you down. You had never met anyone so calm and polite, and you had no idea why it should make your skin flush the way it does.

Beside the door he’d opened was one your size, and you bit the inside of your lip to hold in laughter.

It’s like a pet door.

The image of your door, so tiny next to his, reminded you of those little doors for dogs and cats.

It didn’t seem right to make that sort of comment on your wedding night when you didn’t know how he’d react, so you bounced on your toes, trying to think of anything else.

He led you inside an immense suite that hardly seemed different than all the walkways and rooms you’d already passed.

Except for a corner of the room that had been decorated as an extravagant bedroom for you, your furniture looking adorable amidst all the space.

“Where’s your bed?”

Reaching to touch his knee as you surveyed the room, the only furniture you saw of his size was a desk and chair.

“I never lay on my back.”

“Katakuri,” you hissed, poking his leg, “Please tell me we don’t have to keep up the lie in our own bedroom?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said softly, kneeling to see you closer, “the staff enter this room occasionally, and I can’t risk it.”

A pout formed on your face from the disappointment, but he only smiled, bringing his finger to his lips as if shushing you.

That finger stretched, and your eyes went wide as the tip of it formed into a key.

He stood against a blank wall and pressed a brick as if it were a button. The wall slid away to reveal a large door, which he unlocked with that mochi key, offering his hand to carry you inside.

“This secret really is precious to you,” you giggled, listening to the wall slide back into place after he locked you in with him.

“It is.”

Your laughter halted as he set you down on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t worry,” you promised, gripping the soft blankets as he sat on the floor in front of you. “You’re my family now. I’ll protect your secret.”

“I know,” he said, the trust in his deep voice making you smile.

The small smile on his wide lips brought that fluttery feeling back, and you dangled your feet off the side of the bed. The bed was only a little taller than you were, so hopping onto it yourself would be like jumping a fence.

Falling off of it in the dark would still hurt.

Meeting his crimson eyes, your skin flushed again as you realized how distracted your mind was. How nervous you were. How he sat so patiently, his silence always peaceful instead of awkward.

“Y/N, we don’t ha–”

“Katakuri, can you–”

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat as you gave a small laugh, “you go first.”

Your voice came out high as you tried not to squirm.

“Can you kiss me again?”

This time his silence held more than peace. His brows tensed just slightly, looking at you as if he didn’t understand.

But he came to you.

One of those strong, warm hands stroked your hair, pressing lightly against your back. As he moved in, you couldn’t believe how a man so sweet could have such sharp and dangerous teeth.

I know he won’t hurt me.

The thought made you sigh with contentment, and you pressed your lips against his larger ones, minding the tusk-like fangs on either side.

“Wait,” you breathed against him before pulling yourself up to kneel on the bed.

Those eyes were even more gorgeous up close, and you smiled at him before tracing your fingers along his jaw.

The way he’d reacted when you kissed his neck earlier made you want to kiss him more, so you did.

His hand on your back tensed when you laid your lips along his scars, but you whispered ‘wait,’ and he let you keep going. Keep touching and kissing his beautiful face until you heard, and felt, a satisfied hum move through him.

“This feels good?”

“It does. What feels good for you?”

Shyness hit you again, and you bought time by taking off your shoes and tossing them as far as you could, bringing what seemed to be another rare smile to those wide lips.

You hoped that smile wouldn’t be rare with you.

“I like when you touch me,” you started, fighting to keep eye contact as the hand at your back moved softly against your hair and shoulders. “I like when you hold me. I like feeling you.”

“Will you tell me if you don’t like something, or want to stop?”

“Of course,” you agreed, grabbing his wrist, “will you keep telling me what you like?”

“Let’s agree to do both,” he said, both of you nodding as he pulled his hand away.

“If you’re comfortable, Y/N,” he started, his deep eyes pouring over you, “I would love to see you. All of you.”

“Oh.”

Blood rushed to your face, your cheeks, the tips of your ears, but you climbed away from the edge to stand on the bed.

After a moment of struggle, you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I can take it off myself,” you gasped with laughter, turning to show him the complicated lacing that a team of servants had done up for you.

“May I help,” he chuckled softly, bringing his fingers to your wedding dress when you agreed.

Just those fingers running along your spine, pulling and tugging at your dress, was enough, bringing more delightful chills across your skin.

“Hmm…”

“What,” you asked, voice breathy.

“Would you be opposed to me tearing the lacing open? I don’t believe I can untie this without harming you or the dress.”

“I don’t mind! I didn’t even pick it out,” you laughed.

“I’m sorry–”

“Oh, don’t be sorry, Katakuri. I’m happy we’re here together now,” you turned to smile at his guilt ridden face. “Please get this thing off of me, husband.”

Seeing guilt replaced with satisfaction at your words made you want to keep doing that. Keep making your sweet, frightening partner look happy.

“Will you trust me?”

You agreed, then followed as he guided you into his hand, leaning over to bare your back to him.

“Please stay still, Y/N.”

A breath held in your body as he brought you close to his face. He never touched your skin, but you felt the laces snap and loosen, and knew he’d cut them with his teeth.

So sharp.

He set you on your feet, and you held your dress up as the back fell. Katakuri opened and closed his mouth, and you realized that you could both talk awkwardly through the whole night if one of you didn’t push through.

You let that heavy, decadent fabric fall down your skin, giggling a little as you had to shimmy it down your hips. You hopped out of the circle of fabric, and tried not to cover yourself with your as you stood in lingerie.

What do I do with my hands?

Katakuri’s eyes were so intense, as if you could feel them on you. Instead of squirming, you surprised yourself, stripping the lingerie until nothing but skin remained.

He took a deep breath, and sighed, tilting his head toward you.

“You are gorgeous, Y/N. I thought so the moment we met.”

“Same to you,” you teased, deciding to sit back down to fight off the urge to hide.

He removed his white boots and vest while you watched. You bit your lip not to laugh at how cute it was that he’d kept his frightening spikes and buckles, and just made everything white. Sitting in front of you again, his smile seemed stronger, as if he was starting to believe it was alright to show it.

“I would like to make you feel good. Can I try?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed, hands shaking with nerves as Katakuri bunched up the blanket behind you like a pillow. He leaned over you, that soft press of lips against yours before he hovered over your chest, eyes darker now.

“Please tell me if this is alright,” he checked in, humming quietly as you nodded.

The touch of his breath on your skin was already amazing, breathing over your chest, your stomach, your legs. His hands brought a gasp to your throat, arching your back as he traced fingers all over you, until your skin was tingling.

“That feels so good.”

Your praise was like an invitation, and soon those large fingers were massaging your breasts. He was so so gentle as he teased your nipples, and you heard his soft intake of breath when you cried out.

Those fingers trailed down to your thighs, spreading them softly.

“Is it al–”

“Please touch me, Katakuri,” you begged, spreading your legs further for him.

All the deep, pleased noises he had let out as you reacted to him made your eyes roll back, and the feather light touch of one of his fingers through your folds was almost overwhelming.

“Y/N…”

His pause brought your eyes to him, and you felt your body clench with need as you watched him lick the taste of you off his finger.

“You’re so wet, so sweet... Is this all for me,” he asked softly, bringing his finger back to slide along all that wetness, finding your clit to circle gently.

His words hit you like a tease, but somehow you knew he was genuinely asking.

“Yes, Katakuri,” you managed to confess while his finger made you twitch. “You make me feel so good. I want you.”

His mouth parted as he watched you writhe for him. You fought to keep your eyes on his, wanting him to see it, to believe it.

His jaw loosened just a bit, his eyes growing even darker as he circled that finger around your entrance.

That finger was at least the width of two of a man your size, and it was so long. He tested you, pressing in softly, smiling at your nod before plunging it inside of you.

Slowly thrusting, he brought his other hand to your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

“I can’t believe how lucky–”

He cut himself off with a groan as you turned your head to take that large thumb into your mouth. You sucked and bit at him, swirling your tongue around his thumb as you watched those hungry eyes.

He curled the finger inside you, hitting that sweet spot until you were moaning around his thumb.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he rasped as he drew that thumb out of your mouth, trailing spit down your chin. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Katakuri kept his promise, bringing that spit covered thumb to your clit. Already so close, you moaned as he teased another finger, testing, pressing gently until you nodded, now plunging two of those large fingers in to stretch you.

“Please, please, please.”

“Are you okay–”

“Yes, please please,” you panted as his fingers started working in you.

“Mm, does my lovely girl want to come? Do it for me, sweetheart. Come for me.”

“Katakuri!”

Your hands fisted into the blanket, back arching as you moaned, screamed for him. For your sweet, scary husband whose fingers stretched and fucked you, curling up again and again, his large thumb rubbing perfectly over and around your clit.

It felt like an explosion, your mind going blank for everything except for raging pleasure, your body thrashing on that huge bed.

When your awareness came back, you were still twitching from aftershocks as he chuckled, smoothing those hands along your skin again.

“Kata… kuri… that felt amazing.”

“I’m so glad,” he sighed, tracing fingers through your hair. “Do you need anything?”

He helped as you struggled to sit up, your breathing still ragged as you grinned up at him.

“I want to make you feel good, please.”

“I…”

“Can I try?”

His own breath was heavy after what he’d done to you, and that made you want to give him more.

You chewed on your lip as he stood, removing those white pants with all their buckles and straps.

“It’s okay, we don–”

Katakuri started to turn away when he saw your jaw drop, but you coughed, your voice coming out high and breathy.

“Will you lie down with me?”

He climbed into bed, propping up on a pile of pillows the size of couch cushions.

“Tell me if this is alright,” you whispered as you crawled onto his chest.

Smiling at his nod, you laid against him to kiss his neck as you’d done earlier, enjoying the rush of the chills that ran over his skin.

“I like that,” he rasped, sighing as you left a trail of kisses along the crook of his neck. You teased a small bite, waiting for his response after he twitched slightly.

“I like that too, Y/N.”

Feeling his body react to your touch like this was delicious, growing that heat in your core, that desire for him.

Nibbling his earlobe was a dangerous task, but worth it, as this massive warrior squirmed under your touch.

“N-No more,” he pleaded, gently moving you away from his ear to sit on his chest.

“Did it feel good?”

“It did,” he admitted after a pause.

You answered by laying kisses and soft touches down his chest.

He must not get a lot of touch in his lonely life, you thought as you enjoyed his reactions.

I’m going to change that.

You worshiped his gorgeous body as he’d worshiped yours. Kissing and nibbling down his skin, you traced his muscles and tattoos with your fingers while his breathing and gentle moans were like the sweetest of songs.

Until you worked your way down, and sat beside the gorgeous, throbbing length of him.

The fact that he was larger than anyone you’d ever seen wasn’t a surprise. The girth alone was intense, but even though his length was intimidating, you tilted your head at it.

Maybe it’s possible?

You realized you’d been thinking about it almost scientifically, and looked up at his face, a hint of concern on it.

“Y/N, I don’t need or expect that, there are ple–”

“I won’t lie, Katakuri, you are very intimidating,” you teased, regretting the choice of words immediately as his face started to fall. You gripped onto his hip to bring his eyes back to you.

“But I would love to try that with you. I think we might be able to. Just maybe not tonight.”

“No,” he agreed, his face soft again as he stroked your hair. “I don’t want to hurt you. I only want you to feel good tonight.

“Well, you’re doing a great job so far,” you laughed, poking his side.

“So are you, little wife.”

The heat in his voice, along with those words, made your skin flush all over again, somehow feeling shy after everything you’d already done.

“I like when you make this face,” he chuckled, touching your cheek.

“Stop,” you squirmed, hiding behind your hands.

“Please, don’t hide that pretty face from me.”

His deep voice vibrated through his body, so you could feel his request through your legs as you sat on him, making you shiver more. But you listened, looking up at your gorgeous husband.

“Perfect,” he whispered, tracing from your temple to your jaw as your lips parted.

“Can I,” you choked out, clearing your throat before trying again, “can I make you feel good now?”

Seeing those scarred lips curve around those sharp teeth would probably scare most, but you already loved seeing it. It sent warmth right through you before you brought your attention to that needy length of his.

He had softened a bit as you talked, but you could see the drip of precum that had trailed down, rolling along thick veins that made you bite your lip.

It twitched before you touched it, already getting hard as his sharp eyes watched your every move.

Your fingers reached out to tease, just as you’d done across his body, tracing from the base to the tip, eliciting a little twitch from the crimson haired man beneath you.

Trying not to laugh, you realized you might get bucked off if Katakuri twitched too hard.

Pushing your thoughts away, you focused on the thick flesh in front of you, and the hungry eyes devouring you.

You had to taste him. Had to.

With your tongue flattened against him, you licked along those gorgeous veins, licked up that trail of precum, flicking your tongue across the slit of his tip, before kissing it, tongue swirling as you met his eyes again.

His wide mouth was open, sharp teeth parted as he breathed heavily, and you saw his large hands fisted in his sheets.

“Does that fee–”

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his voice strained as you’d pulled your mouth away. “Fuck, Y/N, please don’t stop.”

You answered with your tongue, licking and teasing around him, bringing your hands to his throbbing cock that tasted soo good.

One hand couldn’t fit around his girth, so you used both to slowly stroke up and down while you wrapped your lips around his tip.

His head tilted back as he moaned, your new favorite sound.

“Just like that, so good…”

Spit dripped down his length as you gave him as much as you could. The feel of him, the sounds he made, it had your own body twisting, clenching with need. You found yourself moaning and rocking your body back and forth as you touched him.

“Y/N, is that… Are you dripping on me?”

His husky voice made you pause, until his fingers slid between your thighs.

“Fuuckk,” he cried out as you moaned, his fingers coming away dripping with slick.

“You like my cock– fuck… this much, honey?”

“Yes, Katakuri,” you whined, your body feeling desperate as you kept stroking him.

“You’re doing so well, little wife. Grind that sweet pussy right here for me,” he gestured, bringing his fist up beside you.

With shaky limbs, you sat on the back of his hand, finding the perfect friction for you to grind on while you went back to your task.

The relief made you moan around him, and you opened wider to take as much of his thick cock into your mouth as you could handle.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Sweet mouth feels so good.”

Every delicious word of praise that dripped from those lips was like fuel to the fire in your blood. You rocked against his hand, drenching his skin as your clit got that perfect pressure.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt that thick cock starting to twitch.

“Wait,” he choked out, his free hand moving to pull himself out of your mouth.

But you whined, clinging to his cock as you hit your orgasm, grinding on his skin as he started to moan your name.

The feeling of those veins throbbing and pulsing was incredible. He came spilling into your mouth as your lips were wrapped around his tip. You tried to swallow it all, but it was so much.

You let it spill down the sides, using it to slide your hands along him a few more times as he let out deep, glorious moans.

Out of breath, both of you twitched and gasped until you could speak again.

“You made a mess,” you teased, gesturing to his come as it dripped from your chin to your stomach.

He let out a surprised laugh, and you gasped as he pulled his hand out from under you.

“So did you,” he rasped, making your eyes roll back as he licked your wetness off of the back of his hand.

“How do you feel?”

His gentle words seemed so much more open, less full of worry, and you loved it.

“I feel amazing, husband.”

“Mm, so do I, little wife.”

You scrunched your nose at the pet name, feeling like you should argue. But you liked it.

I like him.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him leave, going to clean up.

“What’s wrong,” he asked as he returned, that worry back in his voice as he handed you a damp towel.

“Hm? Oh, I’m sorry!”

Tears had pooled in the corners of your eyes, and you wiped them away with a laugh.

“I’m just happy, Katakuri. It’s crazy how this all happened. But I’m really happy to be here with you now.”

This sweet man’s face softened, making you believe your own words even more. You cleaned yourself off, and let him lift you up as he crawled into bed.

Katakuri laid on his back for you. He let you lie on his chest, the deep rhythm of his heart pulsing through you, sending your relaxed body to sleep.

But not before his gentle fingers stroked your hair, trailing down your back as you melted, the memory of your dad’s voice coming to wish you goodnight.

‘Don’t fight miracles, sweetheart. Sometimes good people really do get good things.’

You were right, dad. I won’t be alone anymore.

Katakuri’s deep voice rolled over you, proving it.

“I’m happy too, Y/N. I’m happy you’re my family now.”

You drifted off with his warm skin on yours, and had the sweetest dreams you’d ever had.

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sexydoffyman · 9 months

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Could you pls do Katakuri reacting to their needy fem!s/o wanting his attention ?

Pls make it as long and spicy as u can 🥵

BEGGING

genre: smut

word count: 551

A/N: DANG I don't think I'm capable of writing this so that it's not shit, but I'll let you judge that one! 🦆

"Please~" You looked at your husband with pleading eyes. "Please, darling, let's do something..." You were speaking to him in a pleading tone. He didn't feel like doing anything.

Katakuri was reading a book that he took a liking to recently. He didn't want to do anything sexual. He wouldn't even think that you wanted to do anything sexual. At first, he just thought that you wanted to play some board games or cuddle for a while.

He soon realized that you were thinking about playing some other games. You had some cuffs in your hand, thinking about trying something new. You were thinking about it for some time now. You really wanted to know how would it feel if your husband would take a more dominant role.

Today you were thinking about it more than any other day, and you just couldn't hold yourself together. And there you were. Pleading like a dog wanting to be pet. You wanted him to do stuff to you, and you begged him to actually try something.

And that's how you ended up shaking with overstimulation. You were on your back with small tears running down your rosy red cheeks. Katakuri was hovering above you. His chest brushing against your breasts. Your legs on his hips hugging his waist. Katakuri, sucking on your soft skin.

"Katakuri please... let me..." You were cut off by one of his rough thrusts. He wasn't going easy on you. He was pushing your limits. And you loved that.

"You asked for it, honey..." You whined at his answer. Your legs were shanking from almost seeing the stars for the fifth time. He wouldn't let you tho. He would grind against your clit every time he thrusted into you. And every time you got a little bit more desperate.

Desperate for his touch. Desperate for him to make you shake even harder. You wanted him to mess you up. You begged for him to keep grinding himself against you. You looked at him again with that pleading look.

But Katakuri wouldn't let you off the hook that easily.

Of course, he was using future sight, and every time he saw you have an orgasm, he stopped grinding himself. He just adjusted his angle and kept mercilessly fucking your brains out.

You begged him. You asked nicely... just like a good girl. But he didn't budge. He was enjoying the way you pleaded. He liked how he controlled the way you moved. He liked that he was in control of your orgasm.

You looked at him one more time. An idea came to his mind. He glanced at you. "Beg more sweetheart" You heard him say with a soft tone. A sign of sympathy that would be caressing your heart if it wasn't fake. He just wanted to see you messed up.

You begged and pleaded. He looked at you and smirked. "I guess you learned..." He said as he finally started to grind against you again.

You were filled with pleasure in an instant. You let him take charge. You let him humiliate you.

You felt the knot in your stomach snap as even he filled you up from the pure intensity. He pulled out of you, looking at you softly. "I don't need handcuffs to hold you down."

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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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All good things to those who wait

You all voted and I have delivered. Enjoy your size kink with the magnificent Charlotte Katakuri. Not proofread cause I'm on painkillers and my tolerance for giving a shit is nowhere in sight.

Content Warning: Spicy, established relationship w/ Reader, vaginal penetration, soft Katakuri moments, teasing, size kink, cum play, thigh fucking, finger penetration, AFAB reader.

Word Count: 2.8K

Minors DNI - you will be blocked

Desire was laced in your glazed eyes, echoing from your little gasps as your body twitched. The deep rumbles of chuckling resounded throughout Katakuri’s torso as he towered over you. He dipped his head down and tickled your body with his feather scarf, plucking a single feather and running it lightly over your body.

Even this one single feather was monstrous in size compared to you, easily being three quarters of your height and that was one of the smaller ones too! Lowering it’s reach, the feather trail left goosebumps on your skin and little shudders running down your spine. Your legs spread open by his bare thigh, he brought the feather down your slit and you clenched and whined on the vibrating dildo inside you on its lowest setting.

Katakuri loved being delicate with you almost as much as he loved being a huge tease.

“Please Kata!” you gasp. “It’s been 30 minutes!”

“My merienda is over when I say it’s over. I haven’t even tasted my delicious treat yet,” he rasped, lowering his body to the floor until he was kneeling in front of your exposed body, removing his scarf from his lower face. He was drooling.

“Kata!” you whine.

“What?” he quirks an eyebrow at you, you love when he eats you out. “Oh, do you want a turn taking the first taste?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“You know, for a man with future vision you sure are behind on what I really want,” you huff at him.

He pulled away.

“We’ve talked about this, Y/N.”

“Just the tip!”

“I could break you!” he snapped. This same fight is happening again. You’ve been dating for about a year and he only recently truly shown you his face, the more relaxed version of him when he wasn’t ‘Sweet Commander and Second Son of Charlotte Linlin’ Katakuri. He didn’t understand why you would risk your literal life like this. How could he possibly handle LOSING you over a few minutes of bliss? Inconceivable.

“I’m tired of toys and promises Kata!” you nearly sob.

You want him so so much. Want to feel his entire girth stretch you open, to let him use you to bring himself to heaven. His little plaything, but also the one who has won his heart. It just wasn’t fair. The perfect man with the perfect body. The only thing imperfect…had to be you...you were the common denominator. It was Your Size that was preventing him from overcoming his insecurities.

In an instant, Katakuri covers your body with his and gently kisses your face, caressing your body tenderly. Feeling his sheer weight envelope you like a weighted blanket, your tears soon stopped flowing as you sniffled into quiet sadness.

“I can make a mochi appen—”

“NO! Either fuck me or don’t!”

“Oh I’ll fuck you alright,” he growled, swiftly pinning your arms above you with two fingers. His free hand moving down to place a single, massive digit rubbing you from slit to clit. “You don’t COMMAND me.”

He sunk his finger in and you clenched tightly, pussy sucking him in deeper.

“Kata!” you gasp as your body was flooded with heat, pooling in your lower half.

His finger thrusted in and out quickly and you were soon bucking your hips against his finger. He slipped in a second finger and pressed vigorously against your walls going faster and faster until you were pulsing and sobbing in pleasure. A low whine leading into a moan heralding your orgasm as you clenched repeatedly on his fingers. He lets you ride it out before slowly removing his drenched hand. He glared at you as his tongue wiped the creamy mess you left on his fingers.

“I’m not talking about this today. End of discussion.” He helped you get clean and he made sure you were ok emotionally before he left.

You could only sigh deeply. You wondered how long he would be interested in you if he couldn’t have you the way most people would want a partner. Not that he’d ever pressure you, in fact he was the complete opposite. Almost TOO cautious. Afraid he would scar you with his teeth, break your bones with his fingers or split you in half with his giant co— You shake your head, no use in beating yourself down with what you can’t have. Wouldn’t serve you or your throbbing body.

Almost a month goes by and you were a little on edge. You had started seeing less of Katakuri and your worst fears were slowly settling into your mind. As of recently he was sent on a mission by Big Mom and had been gone for nearly two weeks. Even before he left he was not intimately connected, simply pleasured you and denied himself…again.

Then one day he appeared with a bouquet of flowers, an apology falling out of his concealed lips as you fought the urge to give him a piece of your mind for the CARELESSNESS. He’s never treated you that poorly before. Sweet promises swiftly followed the apology, a dinner date for tomorrow evening with an explanation for everything.

“Please? 7 at my house?” his usually sharp, magenta eyes were soft, pleading with your Y/E/C irises.

“Ok. But if I don’t find your explanation satisfactory, there will be angry words uttered!”

7 PM arrives the next day and as you slowly walk up to his mansion of a residence, you see a line of the house staff being ushered out from one of the side exits. Puzzled, your step falters as the front door opens. You see Smoothie in the doorway and she motions for you to come inside.

“Don’t worry I won’t be here long. Katakuri is waiting for you in the dining room,” she greets you and pushes you on with a wave.

Your eyes prick with tears as you see him stand next to the set table. The best glassware and decorations sat on the wooden surface. You were so confused you were ready to crumble.

Katakuri removes his shoulder wear and drapes it on the back of a chair. His eyes looked somber.

“I’m so sorry for the distance I’ve created. I have felt like…” he looked to the floor for a moment before looking back at you, “Such a failure in this relationship. I do what I can to please you but I know you want more from me and I struggle with how to meet those demands. So that’s what I’ve been doing. I went to check on one of our…associates to see how far he’s come along on his testing for a growth serum. It’s priority use is a matter for Momma and her other affairs but I thought that if it was ready that…” he trailed off. “But its not done. Not even close to being started. Don’t think that fool Caesar knows what he’s gotten himself into,” Katakuri growled deeply.

“No matter. I’ve found a temporary solution for the moment. I’m not sure how it’ll go but I want you to know Y/N that I care so very deeply for you. Please understand that all I’ve done is to ensure that you are here with me, safely, so we can enjoy our relationship to the fullest capacity. My selfishness will not come at the cost of your body and wellbeing. Of that I will not budge on.”

Your eyes are spilling with tears and he’s already on his knees, wiping them away with his callous, tender fingers. You kiss one, then the other.

“You sweet, sweet, overly cautious man,” you smile at him. “Does your solution involve Smoothie?”

He nods, a small smile on his face from your compliment. “Yes, Smoothie has recently achieved her devil fruit awakening. She can apply her absorption technique on objects and people other than herself for a short period. I thought this could be a reasonable compromise until we find a more permanent solution.”

In the end, Smoothie is only able to make you several feet taller than your original height. Your body grew in proportion to the added length but she has not yet mastered her power and thus couldn’t grow you to full height. Still, it was better than nothing, you were now at eye level with his navel and not his knees. The thought of being used by him with your whole body instead of just your thighs had excitement pooling in your body again.

Katakuri quickly rushed his sister out with lowly muttered gratitude, fully flushed. You could overhear Smoothie utter a warning, “It’s not a permanent thing, make use of the time you have.”

As soon as the door closed you slipped your shoes off and unclipped your hair, framing your face with your locks. You were SO thankful you decided to wear lingerie and a cute, flirty dress. He came back through the hallway and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw your relaxed posture, your fingers hooking the hem of your dress while your other hand was moving to slip off the dress strap from your shoulders.

“Eager are we?” he growled lowly, rushing to embrace you to his body. Letting out a grunt as he felt your chin against his stomach. Looking you over with dilated eyes, “This will do, let us hope anyways.”

He picked you up and cradled you to his chest, smashing his lips against yours and sucking your bottom lip. For once not enveloping your mouth entirely with his lips. Your tongue being able to press against his in a stronger way as he invaded your mouth. He placed soft kisses and suckled down your neck, a hand cupping your thighs and then your ass as he walked up the stairs for the master bedroom.

Katakuri brought you to his neatly made bed and gently laid you down, ravishing your body quickly. Even with his eagerness he does not immediately being with penetration. Katakuri is nothing if not patient and restrained.

By the time he pulls his massive cock free from his trousers, you’ve already cum twice from his fingers. He licked your slick from his three digits, slurping your essences that dripped down to his wrist. Gently placing his cock between your messy thighs, he grips them closed as he begins to pump himself. Your hand slowly reaches down and begins rubbing his flushed tip, coating your palm in precum. It’s thick and nearly transparent. With a sly look you bring your hand to your mouth and lick it clean – he tastes sweet, like icing on a pastry.

A loud, satisfied groan escapes from his lips as he watched your actions, rutting his hips sharply into your thighs that pushed his cock deeper between your thighs, just below your core. You can feel him instinctively throb as your heat calls to him, you can feel the pulsing from the thick veins that run along his member and it makes you keen. You begin thrusting your hips too, edging his tip, silently pleading for him to enter you.

Still hesitant, Katakuri glances at you one final time before he lays over you. He lays his cock just at your entrance while he softly kisses your lips, his hands kneading your breasts softly with aggressive twists on your nipples. A new sensation that rips a growl from your throat, leaving him with wide eyes and a new hunger in his gut. Desperation.

Moving his hands to spread your legs open, he latches on to your breasts to anchor himself before he splits you open. The breezy air hits your sopping core and makes you hiss in need. With a simple nod against your chest, Katakuri lifts his hips.

You weren’t a virgin before you met Katakuri but the way he stretched you open made you feel like one. You gasped aloud, biting back a scream you let your head swim as his cock slowly pushes into you, feeling him spread you wide open as your thighs quake. It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, though you finally reconcile that he had been right, having sex in your normal size would have ripped you apart. Willing those thoughts away, you wiggle your hips around him causing Katakuri to both chuckle and growl at you.

“What have I told you about commanding me?” he softly bites your nipples, his sharp teeth brushing against your skin making goosebumps erupt all over your body.

“Kata you feel so good,” you moan, “I need more!”

With a groan, Katakuri pushes himself in all the way until he felt the head of his cock kissing your cervix. A few inches of him remained outside.

“You’re doing so well, Y/N,” he murmurs as he tries to reign himself in. To not fuck you to oblivion and back.

His praise made you clench on his massive girth and that wrangled a grunt from him. You wrapped your legs around his waist as much as you can but your legs are still too short. You settle for bracing your heels against his hips and begin thrusting on him.

The choked pants that leave his mouth only encourage you as you take control. Your hands reach for his arms and shoulders, digging your nails into him as you clench on him, rutting your hips and fucking yourself on his cock.

“S’good Kata, you feel fucking amazing. Gon-gonna cum from this alone,” you hum and moan, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

That snapped him out of his haze, hands running down to your hips in a death grip. Slightly lifting himself on his knees, he pulls out fully to snap back into you and you let out a yelp.

“Do it again,” you breathe heavily with eyes darkened with lust.

He obeys and thrusts sharply into you again. And again. Starting a pace that quickly turns fast as he begins to lose himself in you. The way your tight walls hug his cock, the way your body flushes as you clench in pleasure, the way your moan and squeal from the pleasure he is giving you. Fully sitting on his knees, he hitches your thighs over his own and drills into you.

“You look so desperate Y/N. All this for some cock?” he chuckles darkly.

“Don’t be snarky Kata!” you whine. “As if you aren’t aching to cum inside me,” you continue with intentional clenching on him.

With a growl he pistons into you faster, shutting your smart mouth up as your tongue lolls, whimpering gasps and moan being the only noises you can make anymore. Desire that had been simmering in your body was quickly coming to a boil, threatening to spill over the edges as you neared your orgasm. Sensing this, Katakuri fills you with as much of himself as he can and then grinds into your body. His tip hitting your g-spot and making white dots appear in your vision.

“I might be but I’ll save that for another time. Don’t want to risk impregnating you so soon after discovering how delicious your cunt feels on me,” he pants between grunts, his own orgasm about to hit him.

His future vision told him you’d cum in a minute, in reality you came after 4 short thrusts. Your walls clamped down on his cock in a vice grip as a scream was ripped from your throat, wailing his name in pleasure as the waves rocked your body. He was gasping for air, feeling lightheaded from your hold on him, trying to keep himself from finishing before your orgasm was complete.

He couldn’t take it.

Even with your walls pulsing and clenching on him through the aftershocks of your pleasure, Katakuri rips himself from out of you. Kneeling over you, he fists himself quickly until he’s spilling his hot, white cum all over you. Fisting himself until it was nearly painful, only stopping when the last drop had spilled from him.

Looking down at you, a proud grin growing on his face at the sight of you. Nearly swimming in his essence. Your chest is heaving, still recovering from your orgasm, you shakily lift your head to look down at yourself and you give him a sly smirk. You dip a finger in his cum that pooled over your belly and licked it clean.

“Mmmmmm,” your eyes roll back, “You’ve always tasted so sweet. Like cinnamon roll icing,” you purr.

“Oh fuck,” Katakuri mutters as his entire being turns red.

Without another word, he scoops you up in his arms with the blankets wrapped around you and heads to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” concern in your eyes.

“I don’t know how much longer you’ll be this size and I plan to take full advantage,” he simply answers as he begins to run the shower.

“Katakuri! You horny dog, you” you laugh lightly as the water starts washing off his pleasure from you. Both your hands grip his hardening length and you kiss his tip. “This time I want you to feed me,” you smile before you start licking.

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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A merienda starts, there are sweets all over the table, but the sweetest treat for him, it’s you.

Sitting on his lap, Katakuri enjoys your presence way more than anyone could think. What he usually did alone, he does it with you now. His huge hands slowly peel your clothes off, you are so tempting to him. The way your belly invites him to squeeze, the way your shorts carve marks and lets the perfect amount of skin of your thighs protrude.

He makes you slightly hump over his leg, making your breasts to jiggle as he moves his leg. Up and down, and so swollen they are. It’s a little painful, you are full just for him… He doesn’t really like tea to accompany his donuts, but rather, sweet, really sweet and warm milk.

The first bite of a sugary treat invades his mouth, while he uses his free hand to pinch your leg with loving admiration for your body. Katakuri offers you some of his donut, its filling stains the commissure of your lips. Place he licks, and with sharp fangs he grazes.

You squirm underneath him, as his hand has now reached your core. He spreads your legs just enough to have better access. Soaking wet, you announce your lover you want him so bad. Kata smiles, he is so pleased, this is heaven to him. To him, and to you.

The tip of his fingers go up and down your sex, still over your shorts, but strong enough for your clit to feel it right. You whimper, still humping on his leg, rounding your arms around his neck, biting your lips. “What is it, honey? You like this?” he asks, this time sliding his hand in between your clothes and your nudity.

You flinch to his touch, he has reached your folds, making space for his fingers as he spreads them. “Y-yes, I – I like them, Kata” you purr, in between panting. “Good, good girl” he says, penetrating your entrance with his middle finger.

A moan is ripped from the inside of your heart, you trying to close your legs as an unconscious reflex; him forbidding you to do so. “No, no… allow me to, please” the commander playfully and perversely says, while biting your neck.

His neck kisses go down, down until your inflamed bust. “I think I’m getting thirsty…” he whispers, using his free hand to slightly squeeze one of your boobs. A light pressure is enough for a white drop to burst from your nipple; a drop that follows the curvature of your breast, making you shiver, making you a slave for more. You need release, and you need his sharp teeth sucking on them, getting your products all out of you.

“I’m bursting, Kata… please, suck it all out” you beg, as both nipples are dripping now. “I’m making sure my merienda drink it’s perfectly ready” he mumbles back, pinching you. You throw your head back, his fingering plus what he is doing to your upper part it’s too much for you to handle.

When he finally attacks, satisfied with your torture, Katakuri bites your left nipple. It makes you wanna scream at the top of your lungs with pleasure. And of course, you do. He giggles with your breast in his mouth, enjoying your desperate whining.

He begins to suck shortly after, relieving the pressure you were feeling but replacing such sensation with a million stings of pure pleasure. “Ah…more” you barely can express yourself. His thumb hasn’t abandoned your clit while he feeds himself from you.

Your white liquid overflowing from the sides of his mouth, but even though, he swallows most of it. Raptured by the taste, by the unstoppable flow, by your moans. “It’s so sweet, so perfectly sweet” he mutters. Kata closes his eyes while sucking, sucking so hard to drain you until your last drop. He is so blessed to have you.

You begin to fall in the traps of ecstasy; there is no coming back. Orgasm approaching, him sucking you dry while masturbating you just, and exactly, as you like. “I’m gonna…cum” you cry, informing him about his great work. “Come for me, my love… every time you do, you-“ he says, stopping just to hear the symphony of your climax.

The pressure is so high, it makes you burst, staining your shorts but also Katakuri’s face with your milk. He feels like he has been blessed, he enjoys the white drops that fall to his mouth…

“Delicious, so delicious. You are so delicious, (Name)”

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smut-things · 1 year

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Since m/m is so rare to find for one piece works, I'm gonna contribute and make some too!

I will not do certain non-con things. I will do any character from one piece (but if I don't really know them I'll watch some scenes and go from there)

I don't normally do angst bc I personally don't like it but I will do it if asked

#zoro smut #zoro x yn #usopp smut #luffy smut #law x male reader #smoker smut #katakuri smut #portgas d ace x m! reader #zoro x male reader #sanji x male reader #luffy x male reader #nami smut #robin smut #shanks smut #one piece

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portagas-chan · 2 years

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Yandere Katakuri x fem reader: Insatiable

A/n: Reader is 12 ft tall. Katakuri is very horny for the reader. This whole chapter is basically smut so if you’re not comfortable with it, please do not read it. This is my first time writing and making a post on Tumblr.

Katakuri was happily shoving donuts in his mouth with y/n lying down beside him.

‘‘Doughnuts~ Delicious to the hole~ Doughnuts~” Katakuri sang and y/n smiled watching him feel happy made her happy too. Katakuri finished eating dounts and y/n sat up. ‘‘Do you want to drink your tea now, Kata-chan?”

Katakuri sat up and smirked, “It can wait.” “Eh? What d-” she was cut off when Katakuri grabbed her by her waist and throw her over his shoulder. Katakuri walked to their bed and threw her on the bed. Katakuri hovered over her and she blushed.

“K-Kata-chan?” She nervously asked but Katakuri kissed her lips. Y/n gladly returned the kiss and she felt Katakuri lick her bottom lips, asking for an entrance. Y/n opened her mouth slightly and Katakuri’s tongue entered her mouth. They make out for a while and finally break the kiss for air.

Katakuri spread her legs making her dress expose her lower part. Katakuri swiftly took off her underwear and she squealed in surprise, “Kyaa~” Katakuri smirked at her blushing face and went between her legs. He licked her cunt which made her moan.

“I want to hear more of those sounds coming from you,” Katakuri said with his deep bass voice and sucked her clit which made y/n gasp and moaned. Katakuri took off his vest and he inserted his tongue inside her making her grip his hair and bringing his face closer to her private part.

Katakuri took his tongue out of her and kissed her lips. While kissing her lips, Katakuri took off her clothes and her bra making her naked. He break the kiss and stared at her helpless, exposed form under him.

Katakuri kissed her cheek and licked her ear, “I love seeing you like this. . .under me,” he whispered in her ear making her blush. He then proceeded to take off his belt and pants, showing the tent in his boxers. He took off his boxers and threw them somewhere in the room leaving both of them naked.

He sucked her nipple while playing with the other with his hands. “Ahh~” y/n moaned. He stopped teasing her and rubbed his dick at the entrance of her cunt. “Stop teas-” y/n was cut off when Katakuri suddenly inserted his dick inside her making her scream.

Katakuri kissed her lips to silence her screaming while continuing to move his dick inside her. The pain was slowly turning into pleasure making y/n feel a little better. Katakuri stopped kissing her and held her hips while moving at a very fast pace.

The whole room was filled with moans and groans. Soon, Katakuri came inside of her and she also came too. Y/n was exhausted but Katakuri wasn’t done yet. Katakuri flipped her over and y/n was in a doggy position.

‘‘What? Kata-chan?” She turned to look at him behind her back but he just silenced her with a kiss. Katakuri trail kisses down her back and slapped her ass. ‘‘Ahh!” Y/n moaned.

Y/n felt Katakuri moving and he sat down in front of her. Katakuri leaned on the headboard as he spread his legs and motioned her to come near him. Y/n, still in the doggy position crawled towards him and went between his spread legs.

Katakuri took her chin in his hand and kissed her lips. He took her hand and put it on his dick. Y/n understood what he wanted her to do and began masturbating his dick.

She gulped nervously and took his dick in her mouth making Katakuri groan. Katakuri was getting tired of the slow pace and grabbed her hair and put his dick deep inside her throat making her gag. He kept on moving her head at his own pace which was making it hard to breathe for her. Katakuri came inside her mouth and she swallowed all of his seed.

Katakuri made her sit on his lap and without any warning, he slammed his dick inside her making her moan out loud. He grabbed her hips helping her move up and down. She put her arms around his shoulder and hugged him while she kept on riding him.

Katakuri squeezed her breasts and licked her nipple while caressing the other. He took his dick out of her and made her stay in a doggy position again. He inserted his dick from behind her.

She looked behind her back to make eye contact with him. She was a moaning mess and had an erotic expression on her face. Her tongue was out and she was blushing. Her face drove Katakuri crazy.

Katakuri held her waist tightly while he slapped her ass with his other hand making her moan loudly both in pain and pleasure. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed her head against the bed while he roughly pounded inside of her at an inhuman pace.

Katakuri groaned and not long after he came inside her and y/n cum too.

Y/n was tired now and she can’t handle another round anymore. She collapsed on the bed while panting. Katakuri took his dick out of her and collapsed beside her.

Katakuri got up and carried her, pressing her body against the wall. She weakly hugged his body to keep herself balanced. Y/n looked down and saw that Katakuri was hard. . .again.

‘What is up with this guy’s stamina?!’ She thought in disbelief.

“Katakuri, stop. I can’t do this anymore, I’m exhausted,” She said and Katakuri could tell she was serious since she didn’t call him by his nickname ‘Kata-chan.’

‘‘Just this one more round, y/n,” Katakuri begged her and she sighed. ‘‘Fine, but after this round, we’re done okay?” She said. “Okay,” Katakuri smiled.

Lies.

He didn’t stop after that round even when she was telling him to stop but he didn’t hear her pleas. He was too lost in his pleasure to notice her begging.

She was crying from cumming too much that it starts to hurt. She was overstimulated. There was nothing she could do to stop him and she couldn’t take it anymore. She cried when she came again.

Katakuri took his dick out of her and she thought that his stamina has finally run out but she was wrong. When she saw that Katakuri was preparing to do it again she started to panic.

‘‘KATAKURI!!!” She screamed in panic and it made Katakuri wake up to reality.

He looked down and realized the mess he just made. He felt extremely guilty and try to make up to her. He gently carried her to the bathroom to clean up.

After the both of them were clean, he helped her wear new undergarments while he wear a new boxer. He gently put her down on the bed and lay down beside her.

He hugged her tightly and caressed her head. He kissed her head and muttered an apology.

‘‘I’m sorry. . .”

#onepiece #katakuri #charlotte katakuri #katakuri x yn #katakuri x reader #yandere katakuri #katakuri smut #op katakuri #charlotte katakuri x reader

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mamamittens · 7 months

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Hi! May Kata and I please have Vanilla Milkshakes with Chocolate and Strawberry syrups and fruit with sprinkles on top! Can we get a Hot Damn, hold the Alice in Wonderland with Motor Oil and Black Jack for me. Oh and that strawberry-red bean mochi ice-cream. Call me "Liz" I'm a decently tall woman she/her. I'm a bit on the heavy side with blue eyes very pale skin and long wavy dark hair that goes past my hips. I'm a bit of a people pleaser and I take things calmly right up until I hit "NOPE!"

OKAY! A bit longer than intended but here it is! Finally! (Sorry for the wait!)

I decided to lowkey imply 'Liz' is roughly his height, maybe a few inches shorter but never addressed it directly, btw.

Warnings: Dubious consent, yandere behavior, possessiveness, protectiveness, unsafe sex, marking, oral sex (female receiving), arranged marriage, praise kink, and possible marriage kink.

Word Count: 2,426

Liz didn’t know why she was here.

Okay, so the wedding dress was a pretty clear indication. But Liz was and has been at a total loss as to why she was getting married since she’d been informed of it a month ago. Members of Big Mom’s crew going in and out of her town to ensure everything was in order. It was baffling and stressful.

Her family didn’t own anything of importance. A small grocery store—Liz doubted that’s what caught Big Mom’s eye—and a little townhouse. That was it. No one in her family had done anything noteworthy in the past few generations besides survive and be tall. But surely that wasn’t it? Just… being tall?

No, Liz shook her head, trying not to mess up her hair. Definitely not.

Her dark hair had been rolled up into a braided headband with gem-studded pins to hold it and the veil in place. White lace dress fitted around her body to her knees where it pooled around her feet and in a long train studded with pearls. Elegant and beautiful, Liz could barely recognize herself, although it only made sense considering who was paying for the wedding... She’d appreciate the dress more if she even understood why it was her walking down the aisle to begin with.

She wasn’t even sure who she was marrying, either. Literally nothing had been asked of her.

Liz had been told she was getting married.

Hell, the only reason she knew it had to be one of Big Mom’s—frankly many—children was because she’d come into town and announced it herself. No one argued against it. How could they?

Liz hadn’t had any opportunity to make a break for it. Not that she had anywhere to go, but still. Everywhere she looked for the month leading up to this moment, there was someone from Big Mom’s crew lurking. Even now she knew at least one person was stationed just outside the room until it was time to walk down the aisle.

There was a knock on the door and Liz jumped. Her startled gaze looking back through the reflection as the door opened a crack a ways behind her.

It was Brulee, one of Big Mom’s daughters. Dressed in a pale lavender dress not too far off from the color of her hair. Beaming with a mischievous look at her.

“It’s almost time~! Are you ready, dearie?” She asked. Liz grimaced, looking over the vanity. There wasn’t anything else she could think to do, so she shrugged.

“I guess?” Liz mumbled, looking at her bouquet of honeysuckle and lavender dotted between white roses. It was an odd choice and certainly not native to her town.

Brulee tutted and sauntered into the room.

“A little more blush, I should think! You’re frightfully pale, even for a bride.” She delicately picked up a brush and dabbed it in the powder before gently tilting Liz’s face towards her. ��My brother has been quite excited about this, you know.”

“Brother?” Liz asked, closing her eyes in preparation before the soft bristles dusted her cheeks. Brulee cackled.

“Yes! I know, I know! We’ve been quite secretive about it~ It’s quite a momentous occasion, you’ll have to forgive us for the dramatics.” Brulee paused, putting down the brush. Liz opened her eyes and looked at her. She seemed pensive. “He’s a good man. You’ll give him a chance, won’t you?”

Liz was a bit thrown. On one hand, it was understandable that Brulee would ask for her brother. On the other…

“Was this his idea? The arranged marriage thing?” Brulee tutted.

“No, if it was up to him, he’d never have made a move. We just got tired of watching him pine!” Brulee huffed. Liz looked at her in alarm.

“Pine?!” Had they met?!

Brulee paused, lifting her hand to her ear with an innocent expression.

“Oh, do you hear that? The ceremony is starting, we best get going or we’ll be late~!” Liz barely had time to grab the bouquet before Brulee ushered her out of the room.

The whole town was waiting along with Big Mom’s crew. And at the end of the walkway was her future husband.

Charlotte Katakuri.

If she wasn’t so shocked, she’d have laughed. He seemed just as flustered to be there as she was. Blush prominent even over the brim of his ever-present scarf draped over a black suit.

A lot like that rainy day almost a year ago…

Liz rushed out after locking up the store, struggling with her umbrella under the pouring rain. It popped open suddenly, sending her back against someone else. Just a little taller than her—shockingly—and wet from the rain. His face obscured behind a scarf, she knew who he was anyway.

“Ah… are you closed for the day?” He had asked.

If she’d have known it would end like this, she probably would have agreed and left it at that.

“Oh! We-we kind of are but I can let you grab something real quick if you’re in a hurry?” She couldn’t see his face properly at the time, but his eyes suggested a soft smile.

And here they were.

For some reason, getting married. Seemingly—if Brulee was to be believed—without input from either one of them.

The only coherent thought she had the rest of the ceremony was that this was somehow the most awkward wedding she’d ever been a part of.

There wasn’t even a kiss—notthatshewashopingit’sjust-its-thisisawedding?!—because Katakuri glared at the priest when he mentioned it.

Brulee did boo at that but he seemed more flustered than angry, so Liz didn’t argue either way. For a moment, she thought that Katakuri was just as reluctant to be there as she was. But as he gently pushed up the veil from her face, she saw his eyes.

Narrowed and dark, her husband looked ready to devour her. Covetous and hungry. No trick of the light, either, as he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice clear but soft enough only she could hear him.

“Mine.”

That word settled in her chest like a rock. This was no accident. The wedding may not have originally been his idea, but it was undeniable that he wanted this.

Better than the loveless marriage she feared only an hour ago, but still…

Neither his gaze nor his hand left her side the entire celebration. Big Mom—oh seas her mother in law now—having an entire cake to herself as she was given gifts ‘for the household’.

Liz didn’t even realize she’d likely be moved from her home. Hadn’t been able to even consider that reality in all the confusion.

“…Where are we going?” She asked softly when Katakuri suddenly excused them from the head table to ‘retire’ for the night. He glanced at her and his gaze softened.

“My private quarters. No one will bother us there.”

Liz felt her heart race, face flush as she was dragged past the familiar faces of her home towards a large ship in the docks. There was a sort of desperate energy to him as he walked faster, hands twitching to pick her up to carry when he boarded the ship.

Mochi littered the deck in their wake, forming thick walls as he led the way deeper through a maze of halls and past rows of doors. The smell tickling her nose as he threw open a large door.

Liz was tossed unceremoniously into the dark as the doors slammed shut behind them. Bouncing off of a soft mattress, dress flaring around her knees. She could hear him panting. The sound of fabric falling to the floor as he moved around the room.

The crack of a match close by made her jump.

It was Katakuri, delicately holding up a flaming match to a candle before moving to light more candles around the room. About a dozen providing dim, intimate warmth to the room. His chest bare of any clothing and only dress slacks hanging loosely around his hips. Tattoos running down his left side almost gold in the soft light as he turned towards her.

The scarf that used to pile onto his broad shoulders slipped onto the floor, revealing sharp fangs poking out from his lips and scars running up from the corners to above his ears.

“You look breathtaking right now, laying on my bed, wife.” Katakuri breathed, almost panting as he crawled up the sheets. He stared down at her with rapt appreciation, eyes skimming over her bared shoulders and where her dress failed to contain her soft skin. “It’s only fitting that such a sweet dream found it’s way here. I apologize if I seem ravenous. I just can’t wait to eat you up~”

He leaned down and pressed the flat of his tongue in the crevasse between her breasts. Lapping up the exposed area to her neck where he pressed his lips hard against her skin. Nipping and sucking it between his lips. Without thinking, Liz pushed her palms to his shoulders with no effect. And for a moment, he ignored her flustered squirming, intent on bruising her pale neck with a soft growl.

His hands swept over the sheets and clasped her wrists together. Something soft and thick forming a tight band around it as he shoved her hands up towards the bedframe where it stuck. He grinned, kissing her chest as he tugged the cups down under her breasts, exposing them to his fangs.

Hands now free, he eagerly ran his hands down her wide hips, tugging the fabric to see how much give there was.

Katakuri nipped a soft mark under her breasts as he gently pulled the dress up her hips. Slowly exposing her stockings and garter belt as the fabric bunched in a thick band around her waist. The weight of the fabric making her breathless as his breath sank through the layers while he kissed his way to her thighs.

“K-Kata--!” Liz yelped when he opened his jaw wide and sank his teeth into her thigh and stockings. Just enough to leave a mark as he sucked a harsh mark, his tongue rolling over the thin fabric and soft skin. She could feel his laugh in her cunt he was so close, the air curling around her wet panties.

“Yes, my sweet? Are you as impatient as I am to be mine?” He cooed, releasing her thigh to press his tongue over her clothed pussy. “Finally mine. No have and to hold, you’ll want for nothing. What’s mine is yours.” Katakuri declared, pulling her panties to the side to sink his tongue into her folds with a moan.

Liz gasped, arching off the bed as his hot tongue slipped into her cunt easily between her arousal and the thick drool on his tongue.

“O-Ooooh~ K-Ka-aaahh~ta! Fuck!” Liz’s head snapped back as her heels dug into the bed to try and lift away from his encroaching tongue. But he gripped her thighs and lifted her up, burying his head eagerly as he seemed to fight to drench her cunt faster than she could on her own.

Her garter snapped against her thigh and she screamed, clenching down on his tongue as he fucked her open for his pleasure. His moans of appreciation echoing over the wet smacks of his lips against her cunt. Intertwining with her sobs as she rapidly approached the edge, pussy soaked and thoroughly tasted.

Suddenly, he yanked his head back with a lewd pop, her cries cut short only to rise sharply as something much less forgiving pressed into her cunt.

Katakuri braced himself above her with one hand, the other steadying her hips for his encroachment. Cock slipping easily into her as he panted for air harshly. Eyes burning into her as he grinned, lips and chin still soaked with her arousal.

“You’re taking me so well, my sweet. Like you were made for this—for me.” He whispered, leaning down to give her a chaste kiss as though he wasn’t hilting his cock in her walls and smearing her cum on her cheeks. “Go on. We’re married now, there’s no need to hide how bad you want this.” Katakuri slipped his tongue into her mouth as he started a slow rhythm. Fucking her into the bed in an unrelenting slide, grinding against her walls with every groan.

Liz moaned, the fire growing under the heavy weight of her dress and in her pussy.

“K-kaaaaaaahh~ oh fu-UCK—K-KATA—Ahhhh-ah~!” Liz wailed as he ground into her hips, pressing the full weight of his body against the mattress. He laughed victoriously.

“Just like that, sweet wife~ Take everything you want from me.” Katakuri hissed, rolling his hips against her trembling thighs harder. “I’ve got so much to give you!”

Liz jerked her hands against the thick band of mochi as she soaked her dress with cum.

“I knew you’d fit perfectly beneath me from the moment I saw you. Look at you~ So sweet on your husband’s cock~” Katakuri moaned, the bed rocking harder with noisy protests. “I’m all you need, aren’t I? This is all you need, isn’t it? Tell me who you need.” he hissed, the frame now slamming against the wall.

Wet smacks and groaning wood almost drowning out her mortified moans.

He looked possessed, mouth agape as he bared his teeth like he was about to take a bite.

“Y-YES! YES! OOoooh! K-Katakgh—Ah! Hhaahhh~!” Liz seized, clenching down on him so hard her hips followed as he pulled back to slam into her cunt. Her eyes watered as her orgasm burned through her thoughts. “I-I need you! I need you~! O-Ohhhh~! YES! K-Ka-ata, yes!”

“I knew it! I knew you needed me! Oh? Tsk, don’t cry sweet wife, we have our whole honeymoon to sate our desire~” Katakuri grunted, pressing her into the mattress as he finally came. Cum settling in hot around his cock and down her thighs as he laughed breathlessly, nuzzling her hair. “Not that I’ll ever stop hungering for your sweetness, just like your sweet body will hunger for mine. Isn’t that right, wife?”

Liz sobbed, trembling as he rocked against her, grinding his twitching cock in deep.

“Y-yes…” She gasped as he nipped her throat harshly. “H-Husband—oooh~” Liz moaned helplessly as his hand slipped down to her clit and rubbed it.

“My sweet, obedient wife~” Katakuri purred, thrusting into her again while teasing her clit.

It was going to be a very long night.

#shake date #one piece smut #charlotte katakuri #katakuri x oc #katakuri smut #yandere smut #it's implied that he lowkey ensured the wedding happened without getting directly involved #charlotte brulee #she's in the background more or less but just happy to see her bro so happy

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turtletaubwrites · 3 months

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Sweet Abduction ~ Part 2

I loved the request for Part 1, and thank you to everyone who voted on fluff or smut for the honeymoon. Smut won out, but oops! I fully intended on this being all smut, but I went too hard on the fluff. So we'll be getting a very smutty final part 3, I promise!

Pairings: Katakuri x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2175

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Summary: Your new husband takes you to his private home after the wedding, and lets you choose if you'd like to have a real relationship with him or not. But there's another promise you need to make first.

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Light Angst, Grief, (reader's dad has passed and she thinks about him a lot), Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Eventual Smut, Mildly Suggestive, Human/Monster Romance, He's freaking 16 ft tall, Reader is too sweet for this world

A/N: I swear the smut is on the way! I just love these two cuties so much, and had to give them some more fluffy buildup 😭🍩💜

“Where are we going?”

You hardly felt the ocean breeze from the crook of your new husband’s arm. You stretched your legs out over his forearm, fluffing the fabric of your wedding dress. Then you snuggled in against his chest, that giant fur scarf like the softest pillow you’d ever felt.

“We are go–”

“What kind of animal did this fur come from? They must be huge! Do they live on your island too?”

Katakuri tilted his head down, his warm, scarlet eyes shutting up your nervous chatter.

You gave an embarrassed smile, and felt more than heard a pleased hum from him.

“We are going home, and we’re almost there.”

He stepped off the boat, setting you back on his shoulder, so you could get a better view.

His home, his mansion, his castle? You couldn’t be sure since it was so massive.

“It’s beautiful! But you don’t live at the Whole Cake Chateau? I mean, I know this is your island. I guess I won’t be living at the doughnut shop anymore...”

He’d turned his head, looking at you from the side, and you saw his brows furrow when a sudden panic hit you.

“Am I still allowed to work at the shop,” you asked, your voice a bit high. You realized that you’d been digging your nails into his shoulder on either side of your hips.

He offered his hand, and you reached out, letting him hold you in his palm.

“You may do anything that makes you happy, Y/N,” Katakuri promised with that lovely voice of his, holding you at eye level.

Releasing a deep breath along with your panic, you smiled at him.

“Take me home, please.”

There were a few servants outside, but you didn’t notice any as he carried you through the echoing halls.

“I have had a room prepared for you. Please let me know if there’s anything else you require.”

He set you gently down, leaving you to crane your neck.

“But… you’re not leaving, are you?”

Katakuri cleared his throat, going to one knee to close the distance a bit.

His gorgeous eyes poured over you, and you held your breath as he began to unravel his scarf.

That wide, scarred mouth, and almost tusk like fangs had definitely been surprising.

But he was still so pretty.

“Please don’t leave me here alone.”

His eyes seemed to soften, and you relaxed into his touch as he traced over your hair, then smoothed his hand over your back.

“You want to stay with me?”

“I do, Katakuri,” you promised, touching his wrist to help him believe you.

He seems so sad.

His tells were subtle, that calm exterior so powerful.

But when he revealed himself to you, it was like he couldn’t quite hold up that wall.

His eyes shifted away, and he nodded slowly.

“It’s time for my merienda.”

“Your–”

“Y/N, I did not want you to be forced into this.”

You started to soothe his guilt. You’d already chosen him, but your words got caught in your throat as you watched him pull those white gloves off of his fingers.

His hands were so big, but they were also strong, and you could see blood pulsing through his veins.

“You are my wife now,” he sighed, breaking you out of your reverie. “If you truly want a real relationship with me, then I will have to trust you with…”

His lips were parted as he stared down at you.

“If? Well… I’d like a real relationship if… if you’d like to be with me?”

Your breath hitched, anxiety racing as he closed his eyes, hanging his head.

“Oh,” you said, voice awkwardly high again. “It’s okay if you–”

“I’ll just show you.”

You yelped, jumping as the massive room around you was filled with a rolling, slightly sweet smelling substance. It rippled as it stretched to encompass the whole room, leaving you encased inside with your husband, and a very large table.

“What’s happening?”

Katakuri pulled a large tray off the table, and sat cross legged in front of you.

He set it down, and you frowned.

“It’s my doughnuts?”

You decided to sit down as well, the squishy surface beneath you not helping with your dazed mind.

“Please, Y/N,” he started, leaning down toward you, his voice soft. “What I’m about to share with you is something I trust no one with. I promise to be kind, and I promise to protect you. Whatever you need to be happy.”

Noticing that you had your hand on your chest, you took in a breath, the suspense making you almost jittery.

“This secret is the most important thing in my life. It protects my family.”

You wanted to touch him, to comfort him with whatever this struggle was. But you waited.

“I know you already promised yourself to me, Y/N,” he said as quietly as his voice seemed able to go. “But if we are to truly be together, I need you to make another promise.”

He watched you nod, his scarlet eyes staring for so long, as if he could read your reaction before opening himself up.

“When I was a child, my sister was hurt because of me.”

You leaned forward without realizing it, and tried to keep yourself still to fully hear him.

“I was attacked for the way that I look, but I was stronger. While I was relishing my victory, while I was relaxing, they hurt Brulee instead.”

You remembered his sister’s scar, ripping across her face, and your heart hurt for them both.

“Since that day, I vowed to never drop my guard. I covered the face that had gotten my sister hurt. I became that best brother I could be, so that I could protect my family.”

You pushed yourself up from that squishy surface, making your way to him. His fingers were digging into his knee, so you reached out.

You were about a head taller than his knee while he was standing, and you gave a small smile at how close he was now as he sat like this.

“That sounds very lonely,” you said softly, laying your hands on his strained fingers.

“It’s my duty,” he countered after a pause.

“Is that why,” you asked, leaving a soft kiss on his knuckles, “you never lie on your back?”

His fingers had relaxed as you touched his warm skin. The strange glow of the light filtering through this soft cocoon he’d trapped you in made his face seem softer, and you kissed his hand again.

“This is my secret, Y/N. I am trusting you to never betray it. To let me keep up this image of the perfect brother, so that I can protect my family.”

The hand you weren’t touching lifted, stroking your hair gently as a small smile touched that wide mouth of his.

“You’re my family now too.”

Shivers ran down your body. You hadn’t had family in so long.

“I promise, Katakuri. I will protect your secret.”

He released a breath, clenching his eyes shut for a moment, and you wondered what this heavy secret could be.

“Will you take a few steps back?”

You obeyed his request, your shoes pressing into that strange material.

He turned so his side was facing you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Then he let his back touch this soft ground, lying down as you grinned, and ran toward him.

“Is this it,” you almost laughed, touching his shoulder so he would tilt his head to see your smile.

“You’re not… disappointed?”

“Why would I be disappointed? Now I know that my husband can relax, and that we can lay down together. That’s wonderful,” you rushed out, your excitement and nerves returning as you squeezed his shoulder.

“There’s something el–”

“Katakuri, why don’t you just tell me all of it now. I promise I won’t be disappointed, or think less of you, or anything like that.”

“Alright,” he agreed, rolling onto his side to prop his head up on an elbow, his gaze so close.

“I made this room with my devil fruit power, the Mochi-Mochi Fruit.”

You almost bombarded him with questions about that, but chewed the inside of your lip.

“I use it to create a private space. This is where I come to relax. Not to meditate and prepare for battle,” he huffed, tapping his free hand against his thigh. “This is the only time and place that I get to be free to enjoy myself, without the weight of… everything.”

“What do you do to relax?”

“I lie on my back.”

You shocked yourself by giving him a playful slap against the expanse of his muscled chest, needing to pause for a moment before speaking.

“That can’t be the only joy in your life. I refuse to believe it.”

Did he blush?

Katakuri pulled the huge tray with tea and boxes of your doughnuts between you, opening the lid to grab five of them at once.

I should make bigger ones for him.

“I’ve loved doughnuts since I was small. I love your doughnuts very much,” he praised, his deep voice making your toes curl in your shoes.

“When I take my merienda’s, I… I’ll just show you.”

Your gorgeous, frightening husband rolled onto his back, ate your doughnuts, licked his fingers, and sang.

You may have been stunned by the way his jaw stretched so wide while he ate, but then his sweet, silly voice filled the air, and you couldn’t believe you’d ever seen him as frightening.

🎶Oh, doughnuts!

So delicious, doughnuts!

Delicious to the hole, doughnuts!

By myself, I eat doughnuts!

Lying on my back, I eat doughnuts!🎶

He trailed off as he glanced toward you, moving to sit cross legged as he wiped his fingers on his white, wedding clothes.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Are you scared? Are you alright?”

Hot tears were burning your cheeks, falling too fast for you to catch as they dripped off your chin onto the mochi below. You tried to nod, but quiet sobs had filled your chest, and you couldn’t seem to move.

“I–I am sorry. Please, what can I–”

“My…” you choked out, your lips quivering as you clutched your chest.

“My dad… My dad used to sing like that.”

You looked up, hoping he’d understand what you were feeling since you couldn’t form any more words.

His eyes lost their near panic and pain, and you sobbed more as you watched them fill with so much sweetness. It fueled the overwhelming, bittersweet joy that had taken you over.

Memories flooded your mind, so real you could feel them. Your dad kneading dough, showing you how to glaze, smiling as his customers sighed with contentment after eating his doughnuts.

And his silly little songs that he would sing and hum all day. His gentle soul shined through everything he did.

Without him, it was as if the sun had gone from the sky. He was the warmth that kept you safe, that taught you how to live, how to love. You tried to live the way he’d taught you, to be kind, to be grateful for everything you had. But the lack of his sweet, silly songs made joy harder to find.

“Y/N,” he breathed, reaching his hand slowly toward you, as if not sure what to do with it.

“Thank you,” you choked out, your knees going weak.

He caught you under your arms before you fell, and you clung to his hand as your sobs started to calm.

“Is there something I can do,” he asked, speaking quietly while your breathing evened out.

“I’m sorry, Katakuri, it’s just– You've just…”

A smile broke out across your tear stained face.

“You’ve just made me very happy.”

Stumbling toward him, you fell over his knee to hug his thigh.

He let out a soft grunt, then lifted you easily to his chest.

His thumb rubbed gently over your back as he pressed you to him, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

He smells so good.

“So you really…” he started, his words vibrating though you. “You really like my singing?”

“I love it,” you laughed, pressing a warm kiss to his neck.

Katakuri’s body seemed to vibrate, and you could feel the chills run over him. The intensity of his reaction sent chills running through you, and you became intensely aware of how much of his skin you were touching.

“Is it alright if I look at you?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded against him, brushing the remains of tears from your face.

I must look a mess.

You sat in his hand again, a rush of feelings warming you. Your feet dangled, kicking softly back and forth as he looked at you, an almost puzzled look on his face.

“So was that the big secret,” you teased, hoping there wasn’t more. “Because I’m ready to see our bedroom now.”

Your sweet husband let out a pleased laugh, sending all that mochi away as he held you against his chest.

“Anything to make you happy, Y/N.”

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