It's that tiiime, we got another request fullfilment - this one is for @distantlydreamingofwater! Thank you so much for sending this in!! (and for liking my work! ;w;) Ngl, I'm obsessed with this one - possessive/jealous Katakuri and some biting kink?? Let's gooooo 👀 Hope you enjoy!! ♡
"...imagine Katakuri getting particularly possessive or maybe even jealous and (with your permission) biting down on reader's hip with the intent of leaving scars, kinda like a shark bite. He'd feel so guilty immediately after seeing all the blood, but fuck if it wasnt addicting to look at after it heals cleanly. And reader enjoys tormenting him and wears two piece or even one pieces with either large slits or open spaces in the bodice to show off the bite marks."
✦♡✦ (I Might Just) Bite ✦♡✦
♡ Charlotte Katakuri x Fem!Reader ♡
♡ Tags: Sexual Content, Biting/Marking, Biting Kink, Possessive/Jealous Katakuri, Mentions Of Blood, Reader Is Of A Similar Size To Katakuri, Reader & Katakuri Are Married, 18+ MDNI
♡ Words: 1.5k
Katakuri's large tongue glided along the soft skin of your stomach and you swore that at any moment now you were going to lose your grip on reality.
It felt like hours had passed of him teasing you like this with that mouth of his.
He'd run his tongue down your abdomen as he'd almost make it to that spot you needed him most, just for Katakuri to divert his attention to your thigh instead - planting sporadic kisses and dragging his sharp teeth against your skin all the while. Then he'd make his way back up to start all over again and you would squirm in his tight grip, light whines caught in the back of your throat.
While you desperately needed him between your thighs, the way his teeth grazed your flesh also had you running your hands through his short, cropped hair as you listlessly tried to contain the sensual thrill that rushed through you.
Every time Katakuri ever ran those beautiful teeth of his along your supple skin, it was like pleasure in it's rawest form coursed wildly through your veins. A nip along the column of your throat, a scrape of teeth along your inner thigh, a nibble at your earlobe.
You had begged him to bite you, to break through that delicate barrier of skin and sink those devastating fangs right in. It was something your body needed - craved.
To be claimed by him, marked forever as his.
But your husband always held back.
A small moan escaped you as Katakuri nipped at the inside of your thigh, your nails raking against his scalp. Groaning low in his chest, he gripped your thighs tighter and spread them further, making you even more light headed.
You breath came out quick but soft as your eyes slid shut, your brow creasing as a small tremble overtook your body. Desperation and utter need festered within you as he continued his teasing onslaught.
"Kata…"
His name fell from your lips in a whispered plea and you tried to move your hips to get closer to his taunting mouth but to no avail as he had you firm in his grasp.
"Please… B-Before I have to leave…"
As much as you wanted to stay here in bed with your husband, you did unfortunately have somewhere to be soon. You were in charge training a new baker who had just joined Big Mom's fleet of pastry chefs and the time to meet up with him was quickly approaching.
Katakuri was not fond of this new baker and how close he liked to be in your space or how his eyes lingered on you a little too long. While Katakuri had tried to be subtle about it, you had been able to catch the way your husband glared at the younger man every time he had stopped by Big Mom's kitchen.
So while you hadn't exactly wanted to slip away from Katakuri's teasing affection to go attend to another man, you suspected he was feeling it tenfold.
Your thoughts were confirmed when you heard it - a growl, deep and primal, that sent a shiver skittering down your spine. Just as you began to lift your head, about to whisper his name in question, Katakuri lurched forward.
And dug those breathtaking teeth of his right into your hip.
Whipping your head back, a sharp cry ripped up your throat before it melted into a sensual moan and you death gripped his hair, tugging on the short strands. Your breath came out ragged, toes curling as a twisted blend of pain and pleasure wreaked havoc upon your body.
Your mind could hardly keep up with what had happened. A full body shudder of ecstasy washed over you and the feel of Katakuri's teeth still within your flesh made your eyes roll back. You could faintly feel the small rush of blood seeping from your new wound but it barely even registered to you - the surge of pleasure winning out over the swell of pain.
A rough groan came from Katakuri before he slowly removed himself from your hip, making you moan loudly as you felt his teeth leave your body.
His hot breath fanned against the raw bite mark now left behind as he took in what he had done to you.
"Fuck," Katakuri exhaled, his breath coming out in short bursts. He lapped and kissed gently at the mark, making you jolt lightly at the contact. Flicking his eyes up to you, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"
In truth, you were more than okay. You were pretty sure in the mix of all that pleasure and pain, an orgasm had actually torn through you with the way your body was still trembling and how all your limbs felt heavy.
Your fingers continued to mindlessly pass through his hair as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving with every intake of air. Angling your head downwards so you could look at him, you showed Katakuri the blissed out expression on your face and though he still looked concerned, you could see the satisfaction in his eyes.
As Katakuri returned his attention to where he had bitten you, the feel of his tongue and lips against the punctured flesh sending electricity through your veins, you lustfully stared at way his mouth moved. Your own teeth dug into your bottom lip as airy moans kept bubbling up your throat and you were wholly transfixed on the man between your thighs.
The one who had finally marked you as his.
Over time, the bite mark had healed but the indents from his fangs had remained forever a part of your body.
Your fingers would trace along the healed wound when you stood naked in front of the mirror, the memory of that morning replaying over and over in your head. The near feral growl that had emitted from him, the feel of his teeth finally breaking through your skin, the weight of his body against yours as he claimed you as his.
It was no wonder your mind had entered almost an erotic high during the height of it all.
Katakuri was mesmerized by your new mark, his sharp eyes flitting to it whenever it was on display for him.
His gaze would only last for a few seconds before he was grabbing you by your hips to kiss and mouth at his handiwork. It left you breathless every single time, the way he practically worshiped your body.
You loved how Katakuri virtually melted at the sight of it so you quickly came up with an idea to keep your big, hulking husband eating out of the palm of your hand.
A quick shopping trip later and you had what you needed. All it took was a two piece bathing suit with bottoms that sat low enough to show off your hips and oh so conveniently your new bite mark, along with a new one piece that had cut outs on the sides that yet again flashed that marked up piece of skin.
When you wore them in front of Katakuri, it made you smirk every time at how fast he crumbled. The way he'd blush and stop to gawk at you, his eyes dilating with pure need. It was a delicious sight to behold.
This morning, he had been finishing up getting ready, no doubt thinking about his workload for the day, when you had emerged from the bathroom in one of your outfits.
Katakuri had stopped dead in his tracks, like always.
You sauntered up to your husband with a small, coy smile and reveled in the way his eyes flicked up and down from your hips to your face. Being the one to do the teasing now was something you weren't going to tire of anytime soon.
With his scarf currently missing from his face, you caught the way Katakuri's lips parted slightly as he stared at your bite mark. Tearing his eyes away from it, he brought his eyes up to yours and visibly swallowed before speaking.
"I-I have to leave soon," he told you, a crimson flush slowly blooming across his cheeks. Your head tilted to the side, that little smile of yours never leaving your face.
"Oh? Do you?" Your tone was playfully flippant as you stood with your arms behind your back, lightly swaying your hips side to side.
Desire flared in his eyes as Katakuri gazed down at you before his large hands slowly gripped your hips. Digging your teeth into your lower lip, you felt your own desire coiling in your lower stomach.
His face burned a little brighter as Katakuri replied, "Perhaps not right this second…"
Your smiled spread further across your face as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body closer to his. Katakuri stroked the bite mark with his thumb and you stood on your toes, placing a kiss to the side of his mouth - right on his exposed teeth.
Time for more request fulfillments! This time I combined two different requests that had similar ideas of OP men comforting the reader after they've had a rough day. This is for @redtailears who asked for Katakuri and a lovely anon who asked for Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, and Smoker! ♡
"...Katakuri praising or comforting reader after a long stressful week of work..." + "...Crocodile, Mihawk, Law and if possible maybe Smoker and what they do to make reader feel home. Like, when our day has gone to hell (Work or just a general terrible day, up to you) these men find ways to make us forget the stress cuz we're home with them, y'know?"
✦♡✦ You Feel Like Home ✦♡✦
♡ Katakuri, Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, Smoker x Fem!Reader ♡
♡ Tags: Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reader Is Regular Human Height For Katakuri's, Small Threat Of Violence Towards Others In Crocodile's (Crocodile Being Crocodile), Drinking In Crocodile's & In Mihawk's
♡ Words: 3.2k Total, 600~ Each
♡ Katakuri ♡
It was late in the day when Katakuri found you in your office - fully slumped over your desk, head down, and surrounded by strewn about pieces of paper. As gingerly as the big man could, Katakuri approached you and knelt next to your chair, softly whispering your name. A small, disgruntled noise emitted from your throat before you spoke up.
"If I have to look at one more line of text, my head is going to explode," you mumbled against the surface of your desk, leaving your face planted against the woodgrain. Katakuri's face softened behind his scarf at your languished display as he placed a large hand onto your back, rubbing along your spine in soothing motions. Your body practically melted under his comforting touch, the tension in your shoulders and back immediately loosening.
"How about we get you out of here? Away from all of this." His deep voice rumbled next you as he continued his one-handed massage. "I prepared some dough earlier and was going to make donuts, do you want to join me?"
That got you to finally turn your head to look at Katakuri over your arm, interest now beyond piqued. Retiring for the evening did sound nice - having your sweet husband in the kitchen with you, making his near-heavenly donuts sounded even nicer. You sat upright in your chair and nodded your head, making Katakuri's eyes crinkle upwards.
Leaving your office, and thus the center of your stress behind, you followed Katakuri to the kitchen where he gently picked you up so you could sit on the counter to watch him work. It was one of your favorite activities to do with him and a fair amount of days you actually joined in as his assistant - as much as you could at your size, anyway.
As he got to making up a batch of donuts from his prepared dough, Katakuri started to hum, deep and low in his chest. It was a song you knew by heart at this point, the one your husband always sang while he happily treated himself to his favorite snack. Resting back on your hands, you joined in with your own soft humming while you lightly swayed your head and shoulders side to side.
Katakuri looked over at you, his eyes warm and loving while the two of you hummed his little song together. You couldn't help the bashful grin that broke out across your face under his adoring gaze. The smell of freshly made donuts permeated the air and you felt your stress from the day already quickly dissipating.
Soon enough, a plate full of massive, sugar coated donuts was ready and Katakuri placed it beside you on the counter.
"You get first pick, love," he said, gentle as ever. You looked over the delicious pile of pastries next to you but ultimately settled for the first one, right on top.
You took a hearty piece of it, leaving the rest of the gigantic donut for your husband to have. Katakuri tugged down his scarf and finished his portion in two bites while you enjoyed your piece, savoring the exquisite, sweet flavor.
"Delicious as always, Kata," you complimented him and the big man flushed lightly at your words. Leaning down so he was face level with you, Katakuri gave you a tender kiss while you were in between bites and you smiled against his lips.
Between his sugary kiss and the delectable treat in your hands, your workload had been shoved to the far corners of your mind, left to deal with for another time.
♡ Crocodile ♡
With a small sigh, you closed your eyes and began to idly rub at your forehead, attempting to combat the oncoming headache you could feel creeping its way through your skull. You had all but collapsed onto the cushy, leather couch in your living room when you came home, exhaustion from the day leaving you feeling like a husk of a human.
As you were taking in another deep breath, you heard the familiar click of dress shoes as your husband entered the room.
"Something wrong?" You heard his deep voice from across the way and slowly opened your eyes to see Crocodile looking at you from over at the bar cart. With your elbow resting on the armrest of the couch, you pressed your forehead further against your fingertips and tried to wave him off. Not having it, Crocodile poured some amber liquid into a glass before speaking up once more. "Somebody bothering you? Do I need to have them taken care of?"
"You do know that murder isn't always the answer?" You dropped your hand from your forehead and gave him an exasperated look, one that matched your tone. Crocodile, drink now in hand, sauntered over to you, arrogance radiating off of him. Stopping in front of you, he handed you the drink as you tipped your head back to look up at him.
"Hm, seems to regularly work out for me, sweetheart." The way he smirked at you had you fighting the smile that was tugging at the corner of your lips. It was nearly impossible for you to deny his lethal charm and he absolutely knew it.
Placing his hook on the back of the couch by your head, Crocodile leaned down to hold your chin between his finger and thumb, causing your head to tilt back further. Those piercing eyes of his made your breath hitch, like always.
"So?" His voice was husky and low as his thumb rubbed along your lower lip. "Give me a name."
Your grip on the glass in your hand tightened as you stared at him for another beat, a small shiver running down your spine. Lolling your head to the side as much as you could in his grasp, you released another soft sigh, knowing he was genuinely waiting for an answer.
"There's no name to give. No one has been bothering me, Croc." You told him, holding his gaze to show him you were serious. His eyes flicked over your face before he shrugged his shoulders, conceding, but you could've sworn you heard him murmur shame.
Your eyes then flitted downwards, "It's just been a really long day." You let your exhaustion come through in your voice and Crocodile moved his hand so his knuckles now brushed along your cheek. A rumble came from his chest, like a noise of affirmation before he sat down on the other end of the couch.
"You want to talk about it?" He asked you, almost nonchalantly, as he pulled a cigar out from his vest. His question had caught you slightly off guard, but you decided to take him up on it. With a small, half shrug, you began to tell Crocodile about your day.
As you spoke, the two of you moved in sync with one another.
You used your unoccupied hand to light his cigar for him and as you sat back, Crocodile grabbed your legs so your body shifted horizontally on the couch and your feet were now across his lap. You swirled the drink in your hand and he puffed on his cigar, listening to you talk about the difficulties you had faced today. Here and there, he'd weigh in and you'd sip at your drink, feeling his hand languidly caress your leg as he did so.
It was a quiet, simple evening between the two of you, but as you settled further against the couch cushions, feeling yourself be lulled into a sleepy, relaxed state by his deep, rich voice and lazy touch, you found it to be exactly what you had needed.
♡ Mihawk ♡
You quietly closed the tall, looming front door of Kuraigana castle and nearly jumped out of your skin when you looked up to find Mihawk right in front of you in the entryway.
"What is the matter?" His head tilted as his keen eyes examined you from head to toe. With one hand on your chest, you let out a long breath as you tried to will your heart to calm down from the minor jumpscare he had just given you.
"Wh-What makes you ask that?"
"Simply from the way you closed the door, something is very clearly upsetting you."
"The way I closed…" You trailed off, looking over your shoulder at the door behind you before back at your lover. He truly didn't miss a single thing, even the slightest change in your body language, apparently.
From the way he still stared at you so intently, those golden, alluring eyes boring into you, it was evident he wasn't going to let up. And he wasn't exactly wrong, anyway.
You sighed and shifted your weight to one foot, looking away from Mihawk.
"Okay, yes, I'm feeling a little down today." At your words, Mihawk stepped closer and his head tilted further, silently asking you to go on. Fidgeting with your hands, you glanced at him before you looked away again, "There's not much to say. It's just been one of those days where nothing is going right and I tried to go for a walk to clear my head but it didn't do much."
Mihawk nodded in understanding before he took one of your hands into his and brought your knuckles to his lips, giving your hand a soft kiss. "How about I try to turn it around and make this day start going right for you?"
"You're welcome to try," you told him, giving him a wan smile. Mihawk gave you another kiss, gazing right into your eyes and causing your heart to skip a beat.
"Come, let me pour you a drink while I begin dinner."
With your hand still in his, Mihawk lead you to the kitchen and, with effortless ease, picked out the perfect wine for the evening. You leaned back against the kitchen counter with your glass, taking a sip here and there, while he got to assembling what he needed for tonight's dish. In between steps, he'd glance over at you, like he was checking on you and it made your heart flutter once more.
Letting the meal lightly simmer on it's own for the moment, Mihawk stepped away from his cooking to stand in front of you. Placing one hand on your lower back and threading the other through your hair, he pulled your bodies close together.
"I am always here for you. Let me help you relax, my darling." Mihawk whispered against your lips. Your eyes slowly began to close as you anticipated his kiss but then, from above, there was a loud crash and the combined yelling of the two young adults that were also currently taking up residence here. The two of you looked up at the ceiling before you let out a small huff of a laugh, shaking your head.
"See?"
Mihawk pulled back from you, eyes still trained on the ceiling before he turned to make his way for the grand hall, where the staircase leading upstairs would be. "Keep an eye on dinner, please, darling. I will be right back." His tone was still the same as it ever was - cool, even, and almost apathetic, but you caught the slight edge that hid underneath.
Over head, you then heard Mihawk's slow, prowling footsteps and the clamoring of Zoro and Perona's futile attempt to get away.
You rested back against the kitchen counter once more and hid your small smile behind the rim of your wine glass.
♡ Law ♡
The day had finally come to a close and without even thinking about it, your feet had brought you to Law's door - a common occurrence as of late. When was the last time you had actually slept in your own bunk? You didn't even intend to do much this evening, if anything at all, but still, you had naturally found your way to him.
Entering his private cabin, an unsurprising sight met you as you laid your eyes on Law at his desk, hunched over a pile of books. You gently closed the door behind you and passed by him to rummage through the small stack of spare clothes you now kept in his closet. It had been Law's idea, something he had suggested offhandedly one night, and you still remembered the way his face flushed fiercely as you hardly contained the grin you had given him.
Grabbing your favorite cozy lounge clothes, you quickly changed before you perched yourself on the edge of his desk. Law looked up from his book, cheek resting against his fist, and his eyes flicked over you - a quick once over to find anything immediately amiss.
"Feeling okay?" His question was simple, the same one he always started with. Shrugging your shoulders, you chewed your lip for a moment.
"Long day. Kinda drained." Law nodded at your brief reply and you lolled your head back, lightly sighing through your nose. "So, I don't know about you, but I'm going to go stare at the ceiling for a little bit."
He raised his eyebrows at your wry statement before he looked over his hoard of books across his desk. "You know, I think I could go for that too." His equally dry response made a small laugh slip past your lips and Law gave you a half smile, his eyes alight with adoration for you.
Standing from his desk, Law made his way onto his bed and propped himself up against the pillows. "Come on," he lifted his arm outwards in your direction, inviting you to join him at his side. You bit your lip as your heart raced, trying and failing to fight against the growing smile on your face - especially seeing the tips of his ears now pink. This sort of thing was out of his wheelhouse but seeing him try for you, and after a day like today, made your heart soar.
You joined him on the bed, curling up along his side and resting your head on his chest. Draping his arm around you, Law held you close and already you felt a little lighter.
The soft, droning hums of the Polar Tang filled the silence as the two of you laid there, staring off into the distance. You almost broke the serenity of it by laughing - surprised by how it was actually working to help you feel better about your tiring day.
While your mind usually went a mile a minute, being here with Law slowed everything down and you found yourself thinking about nothing for once. Not when he had you pressed against him like this and all your senses could focus on was him.
Tilting your head up towards him, you saw Law already gazing at you and now it was your turn to blush.
"What?" At your question, he glanced away and rubbed his hand along your arm.
"I'm glad you come here, to my room," he said quietly, before he looked back down at you. "I like just being with you, even if we don't actually do anything."
You put your head back down on his chest and traced along the parts of his tattoo that peeked out from his shirt. Maybe that's why your feet kept bringing you here, day after day.
"I feel the same."
♡ Smoker ♡
When Smoker arrived home that evening, all of the lights were off and absolute silence radiated throughout your shared quarters. If it weren't for your work shoes that looked to be haphazardly kicked off near the door, he would've thought you were still out. Smoker called your name while he removed his own boots but he received no reply.
As he continued to take off his gear to get more comfortable, you still didn't make your presence known and his brow furrowed. He entered your shared home further as he contemplated where you could be, the living space only illuminated by the soft rays of the setting sun slipping through half closed blinds.
The first location Smoker intended to check was the bedroom but on his way, his exploration was cut short as he quickly discovered you - on your side, back to him, and curled up as tightly as you could be on the couch. At first, he was going to leave you be, figuring you were asleep, but then you slowly turned to look at him over your shoulder and he caught the sad, distant look in your eyes.
Smoker was at your side in an instant.
"Hey… I'm sorry," your voice was barely a whisper as you rolled onto your back.
Smoker crouched down beside you and caressed the top of your head, "No need for sorry, pretty girl." His pet name made a minute, shy smile appear on your face. "What's going on?"
You took in a deep, rattled breath, your brow creasing and smile disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
"It's just been a really shitty day," your voice broke at the end of your sentence and you pressed your hands against your face.
"Come here," Smoker took you into his arms, pressing you close to his chest. Seeing you come undone like this made him frown deeply and in his mind, he rapidly tried to flip through some options to try to make you feel better.
Cook you a meal? He could certainly try, but somehow he figured it'd end with half - if not all - of it being inedible.
Or maybe you'd enjoy something like a bubble bath? Then he thought about trying to get the water to soap ratio right and the tub over spilling with bubbles crossed his mind.
Smoker was internally grumbling to himself on what to do when you curled up further into his arms.
"I just want this day to be over," you somberly mumbled against your hands and that made it click for him.
"Okay."
Tucking you in tighter to his chest, Smoker smoothly stood up and held you bridal style. He turned to leave the room while you let out a squeak, removing your hands from your face and looking up at him.
"Where are we going?"
"To bed. The day's over." Your mouth slightly fell open at how seriously he said it, helpless in his arms as he made his way to the bedroom. Once there, Smoker carefully put you down to help you change out of your work attire and into a cozier outfit. After switching clothes himself, he drew back the comforter and the two of climbed into the large bed together.
You made to just lie on your back but Smoker was quick to grab you, pulling you close yet again so now you were both on your sides, your face to his chest. His strong arms curled around you, creating almost like a protective barrier around you, and he could feel the way your body went weightless against his.
"I got you," he murmured into your hair, lips pressed against the top of your head. The way you burrowed your face further into his chest made his arms constrict around you even more. "Is there anything I can do?"
You shook your head and mumbled softly against his pecs, "This is perfect."
Smoker contentedly sighed through his nose, taking his own comfort in knowing he was helping you relax even the slightest bit - promptly ignoring the light flush dusting his cheeks.
Love your content❤️ as a fellow lover of the donut eating giant, im considering him in a fic I wanna try and write.
Oh, thank you!!🖤
And hi! ^^ Always love meeting fellow Katakuri lovers!! What's your fic going to be about? 👀 I'd love to read it once it's ready! (And I hope you do write for Kata, he always need more love!! c:)
it's been like almost 2 years since i drew this, but i finally get to post it! i drew this spread illustration of what is currently my favorite post timeskip arc for @sanji-zine !!
leftovers are open rn, so pls go check it out if u're interested 🐟🐟
