Katakuri was tall, a solid five meters. He towered above everyone else, even the other giants in his family.
It made him intimidating, especially since he was a wall of strength — not an ounce of fat on him. Even if you didn’t know him, the steel in his eyes alone was enough to make a man’s stomach turn to lead and his knees turn to jelly.
He was the second son of the Yonko Big Mom. A Sweet Commander. A man with an iron will and the discipline to never back down.
At home, he let that composure soften for the ones he loved. And it softened more than most knew for you. He had his family, and he loved them dearly — his mother and siblings were precious to him, and he would never hesitate to protect them.
But you were different. At home, away from his siblings and his subordinates, you got to see the soft, protective warmth. You saw a side of him that no one else did.
You got to see the gentle side of him — the side that was kind and tender. He was always careful with you — lowering himself to press chaste kisses to your lips, never wanting to make you feel small.
“Doesn’t matter how big and strong you are, you’re still putty in my hands.” You teased, pulling him down for a kiss. “I have you wrapped around my finger.”
He chuckled. “You certainly do. My brothers might tease me if they knew how much I doted on you, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You blushed a bit, but he could see the joy in your eyes. “I feel so lucky sometimes. You’re perfect, you know. I don’t think I could have ever asked for someone better.”
You didn’t really mean it to be teasing, but that wasn’t how Katakuri took it. He scoffed. “Perfect?” His eyes glinted in the light of the bedroom. “If I was perfect, then I wouldn’t be so big. You deserve someone that can hold you properly.”
He didn’t mean to bring up your height. He didn’t mean for his words to hurt. But you looked away. “It’s not like that. I’m not exactly normal myself… Besides, it’s not like you can help it.”
He frowned. He hadn’t meant to make you sad. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, no. I know you didn’t.” You pressed a kiss to his lips to try to cheer him up. “I know you wouldn’t mean anything mean. I just…”
“You just what?”
“Sometimes it’s a little hard to be with you.”
His frown deepened. He sat up in bed, and you sat up too. You winced. He was so tall — and even when he sat, he was still taller than you were when you were standing. “Is it because of my height? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You shook your head. “It isn’t like that.”
“Then what is it?”
“You’re just… so big.” You looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “And I know it’s not your fault, but it makes me feel so small. You’re just so tall and so big, and I…”
“I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough.” He said, reaching out to take your hand. “You are good enough, and I want to make sure you know that.”
“I do know that. But…” You swallowed. “I don’t know if I can say this.”
“You can tell me anything. What is it?”
“Do you think… I mean…” You trailed off. “Could we maybe try something?”
Katakuri frowned. “What is it you want to try?”
You swallowed. “Well… I was thinking… you’re so big…” You looked up at him. “And you’re a man.”
He frowned, looking away. “I can’t change my size. I’m sorry if it bothers you.”
“Don’t be sorry. I… I don’t know how to say this.” You swallowed, taking a breath. “I… I like that you’re so big.”
“What?”
“I mean… You’re tall. You’re big.” You bit your lip. “When we're together… I want you to be in control. I want you to take the lead. I want… I want you to make me feel small.”
“… Make you feel small?”
You nodded, looking up at him with big eyes. “Yes. I want you to… to take charge. Make me feel how small I am. I want you to do what you want with me.”
He still frowned, but he nodded slowly. “You’re sure that’s what you want?”
You nodded. “It is.”
He nodded slowly and pressed a kiss to your head. “Then I’ll make sure you feel how small you are.”
He picked you up and set you in his lap. He was a big man — tall and muscular, and his lap was like a throne for you. Even in his lap, your feet didn’t touch the floor. You sat on his legs like a princess on her throne.
You were tiny compared to him — your head barely came up to his chest. Even your hands disappeared when you put them in his palms.
He pulled off your top, tossing it to the side. He pulled down his boxers, his cock springing free. It was around forty centimeters long — big, just like him. And it was already hard.
His big hands pulled you closer, and you felt his cock press against your stomach. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“Make sure to tell me if you want me to stop.” He said.
You nodded. You trusted him. You knew that he’d stop if you asked. He wouldn’t hurt you.
His fingers slipped between your legs, and you moaned. They slipped inside you easily — you were already wet from his touch. He pumped them in and out a few times before he pulled them out and moved them up to your clit.
He rubbed your clit gently, and you whimpered. You were already so wet — you could feel your own juices running down your legs.
His cock was hot against your skin, and you squirmed a bit. He pressed a kiss to your neck, his fangs scraping against your skin. He bit down gently, and you whimpered.
“P-Please…” You whimpered, squirming. “Kata, I need more.”
He chuckled and pulled away, his fingers leaving your clit. He picked you up and turned you around, laying you on the bed. You whimpered and looked back at him. He pressed your legs apart and leaned down.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and then another one. He moved closer and closer to your center, and you shivered. His mouth was so close… You could feel his breath on your wet pussy.
His tongue slipped out and licked a stripe up your pussy. You moaned loudly, your back arching off the bed.
He did it again and again, licking up your juices. He lapped at your clit, and you whined. He sucked gently, and your eyes rolled back. He slipped his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out as he sucked on your clit.
You cried out and arched your back. Your eyes rolled back, and you came. He kept licking and sucking, drawing out your orgasm. You shook and whimpered until he finally pulled away.
He wiped his mouth and leaned over you. “Are you ready?”
“Y-Yes.” You whimpered. “Please, Kata… I need you.”
He leaned down and kissed you. His cock was still hard, and you could feel it pressing against your stomach. You reached down and wrapped your hand around it. You could barely get your fingers all the way around.
You stroked it gently, and he shuddered. He moaned softly into your mouth, his hand reaching down to cover yours. He moved his hips, thrusting into your hand.
“P-Please.” You whispered, looking up at him. “I want you inside me.”
He nodded and pulled away. He lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly pushed in. You moaned, your eyes rolling back. You arched your back and moaned loudly. He was so big…
He kept pushing in until he was all the way inside you. He pulled back slowly and then thrust back in. You cried out, arching your back. He did it again, slowly at first. Then he started to speed up. He thrust faster and faster, his balls slapping against your ass.
You moaned and whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your nails dug into his back, and he moaned. He fucked you harder, his cock slamming into you. You cried out, your body shaking.
He kept fucking you, his cock hitting your deepest places. You felt so full, so complete. His cock was so big, but you loved it. You loved being filled up by him.
You came again, your body shaking. He kept going, fucking you through your orgasm. He reached down and rubbed your clit, and you cried out. You came again, your eyes rolling back.
He slowed down, his cock still hard. He pulled out slowly and pulled you into his lap again. He kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He tasted like you, and you whimpered. His cock was hard against your stomach again.
He picked you up and lowered you onto his cock. You cried out, feeling him stretch you out again. He held you still, letting you adjust. Then he started to move again. He lifted you up and down, fucking you with his cock.
You moaned, your legs wrapped around his waist again. He moved faster, his cock slamming into you again. You cried out, his name falling from your lips over and over.
He kept going, his cock hitting all the right places. He moaned into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You whined and clung to him. He was so big, but he was yours. All yours.
You came again, shaking in his arms. He kept going, his cock still hard inside you. He moved faster and faster, chasing after his own release.
He came inside you with a loud moan, filling you up with his seed. You whimpered, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He slowed down, still holding you close.
His cum leaked out of your pussy and down your legs. He set you down on the bed and pulled out slowly. His cum gushed out of your pussy, and he leaned down to lick it up.
You shivered, looking down at him. He looked up at you, licking his lips. “Do you feel small now?” He asked, smirking.
You blushed and looked away. “Y-Yes. You’re so big, Kata. I feel tiny compared to you.”
He pressed a kiss to your stomach and then pulled away. He wiped his mouth again and laid down next to you. “Good. I want you to remember how small you are. I want you to know that you belong to me.”
“I do.” You said, cuddling up next to him. “I do belong to you. And I wouldn’t have it any other—” You were cut off by a yawn. You snuggled closer to Katakuri and closed your eyes, falling asleep in his arms.
Why Gunhead Feels Like the Strangest “Normal” Pro Hero in MHA
Gunhead is the ultimate example of Horikoshi’s love for deliberate tonal whiplash and subversion of expectations. On paper he looks and sounds like a walking 80s-90s action-movie cliché, yet everything about his actual personality and role in the story is the exact opposite. Here’s a full breakdown of why he’s so weirdly fascinating:
1. Visual Design vs. Personality: Maximum Contrast
Looks like: A grizzled, gun-obsessed mercenary who should be voiced by a chain-smoking ex-soldier.
Actually is: A soft-spoken, skincare-loving, cutesy mentor who teases teenage girls about their crushes and strikes adorable poses.
Ochaco literally calls him “cute” multiple times while describing the most hardcore close-quarters combat training imaginable. → This gap is played 100% for laughs and it works every single time.
2. The “Battle Hero” Who Never Gets a Real Battle
His agency literally specializes in armed, violent crime takedowns.
His Quirk is built for suppressive fire and CQC.
His martial arts are so good he turned Ochaco into a knife-fighting monster in one week.
Yet in the entire manga he never gets a single on-screen fight against a named villain.
Hosu Arc: off-screen patrol only
Shie Hassaikai: too busy to take interns
Final War: chases Tajima, catches the U.A. spies off-screen, then just yells at civilians to run → He’s a walking Chekhov’s gun that never fires. The strongest background adult hero who exists only to make everyone else stronger.
3. The One-Week Wonder Teacher
In just five days he taught Ochaco:
Knife defense and counter-attacks
Fluid evasion and redirection
How to fight armed opponents bare-handed
This training directly allowed Ochaco to:
Survive Toga multiple times
Beat a giant in the Joint Training Arc
Go toe-to-toe with Awakened Toga in the Final War → Gunhead indirectly has one of the highest “plot impact per panel” ratios of any adult hero. He changed the entire late-series power curve for Class 1-A girls and we barely see him.
4. Quirk That Looks OP… But Isn’t Really
Gatling: Shoots keratin claw-bullets from arm guns.
Sounds insane on paper (basically organic machine guns).
Reality: Described as “suppressive fire” only, low individual bullet power, short range.
He never uses it on-screen even once. → Another deliberate subversion. His real weapon is martial arts, not his Quirk.
5. Final War Role: Perfectly Fits His Personality
Instead of fighting villains, he spends the entire war protecting terrified civilians and catching the U.A. traitors.
He’s the guy making sure old ladies and children don’t die when the shelter collapses.
Even when he finally gets to chase a villain (Tajima), he does it calmly and professionally, then immediately switches back to evacuation mode. → He’s the embodiment of what a “real” pro hero actually does 99% of the time: paperwork, patrols, civilian safety, and training the next generation, not flashy battles.
6. The Ultimate Proof That Looks Mean Nothing
Gunhead is Horikoshi’s blunt message to the audience: “Don’t judge a hero by their costume or Quirk name.” He looks like a violent anti-hero from a different manga, but he’s one of the kindest, most responsible, and most effective adult heroes in the entire series.
Final Verdict
Gunhead is strange precisely because he’s the most normal pro hero in the entire story, just wrapped in the most misleading packaging possible. He’s what every hero is supposed to be when the cameras aren’t rolling: professional, kind, protective, and dedicated to teaching the next generation.
In a series full of tragic backstories and world-ending stakes, Gunhead is the quiet reminder that most heroes are just… good people doing their job. And somehow that makes him one of the most memorable side characters in the whole manga.
Cw: language, mentions of giants harming/eating people (nothing comes of it)
Word count: ~1800 words
A/n: wattpad writers curse got me and I had a very chaotic weekend that included a cave, so my apologies this is late! Here's the next installment though
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“Ready to go?” Penelope asked.
“Ready freddy,” I said, grabbing my phone from my dresser and putting it in my pocket.
“You guys weren't kidding when you said he was gigantic,” Penelope commented as she opened the door to our shared room, stepping out into the hallway. I was close behind her. She'd finally - in her words, given that she'd only moved in four days ago - met Easton two days prior, towards the end of a shift he'd been working with Angie.
“He really lives up to the ‘giant’ title, doesn't he?” I replied. I hadn't actually interacted with him again since we'd met on night I'd arrived. I had found my thoughts drifting back to the gargantuan alien on more than one occasion, though. That was probably to be expected; he was the first aphirial I'd ever met.
“I wonder how people are going to respond at the press conference,” Penelope said. We reached the end of the hallway. The desert sun, constant and oppressive, poured in through the window in the metal door in front of us.
I shrugged. I wasn't really sure. This meeting wouldn't be breaking the news that the park had hired an Aphirial. That had already been public for several months. In fact, I was apparently one of the few people who hadn't known prior to a few days ago - when I arrived - based on what I'd gathered from talking to Penelope and Angie. This would, however, be his first official introduction as a ranger at the park.
Penelope and I headed up to the visitor center. We were still a good distance away when I saw that Easton was already there. Even sitting down, he was taller than the multi story visitor center. As we neared, I could make out a large crowd of people that were already gathered. The crowd was thrumming with energy, a mixture of excited and nervous chattering reaching my ears. I saw Angie standing to the side almost the same time she saw Penelope and I. We made a beeline over to her.
“Hey!” She greeted us. To my surprise, I also saw Easton glance down towards us as we walked up. I wouldn't have thought he'd even notice what had to be relatively slight movement from his perspective. He met my gaze, recognition sparking in his eyes as he gave me a smile.
“God, it's hot out,” Penelope said, drawing my attention back to her and Angie. She was right. I could already feel sweat trickling down my back.
Another perk of the desert, I thought. My new environment couldn't have been more different than the urban buildings mixed with evergreen trees that I had grown used to.
“Yeah. I don't think I've quite gotten used to it yet,” I agreed. The three of us continued to make idle small talk for the next few minutes. Truthfully, it was more like Angie and Penelope made small talk, and I occasionally added in a laugh or nod when it seemed appropriate. My mind was instead wandering to the giant next to us. There was a small platform in front of him. A podium sat at the center of it. I watched as two men climbed onto it. I recognized one of them as John. The other, an older man with dark tan skin and salt and pepper hair, was unfamiliar to me.
The unfamiliar man approached the microphone. He greeted the crowd. “Welcome, everyone! I'm Daniel Perez, chief ranger here at Big Bend. I'm glad you all could join us today for this exciting day.” He continued to speak, explaining how the day marked a promising step for diplomatic relations between Earth and Aphiria. John remained a few steps behind him, hands clasped politely together.
“Well, without further ado, I'd like to introduce Big Bend's newest interpretive ranger, Easton Parks of Aphiria!” Daniel looked over his shoulder as he spoke, craning his neck up to look at Easton. Easton gave a small wave.
“I'd like to give Ranger Parks here a chance to speak, and then we'll open up the floor to questions,” Daniel said. He nodded up to Easton.
“Hi, everyone,” Easton said, giving the crowd a small wave. His voice was loud, but not painfully so, and I wondered if he was making an effort to speak more softly.
“I'm super excited to be here today, and on Earth in general! It's such a beautiful planet, and it's an honor to get to work here. As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm a bit taller than most of the people around here.” That got some laughs from the crowd. “And as you’re probably all aware, that has something to do with where I'm from, which I've heard there's a lot of curiosity about, so I wanted to take some time to answer any you might have.” He looked down at Daniel.
Daniel nodded. “Great! With that, do we have any questions?”
Instantly, an array of hands shot up into the air. They ranged from general questions about Aphiria, like how long a day there lasted - roughly twice as long as days on Earth, I learned - to questions about Easton himself, like exactly how tall he was.
“218’”, he said. There were a few that John quickly jumped in on to steer the conversation in another direction after giving a quick but firm denial. Mostly relating to the various rumors about Aphirials. Those included whether or not they'd been responsible for any Godzilla style rampages, and whether or not Easton ate people. I saw him visibly grimace at the latter.
As questions began to die out, they were replaced by an equally large number of requests for pictures. Easton seemed happy to comply with most of them, though he politely turned down some of the more…bizarre requests, like a photo holding someone by their limbs, citing safety concerns. After what had to be at least an hour and a half, the crowd began to disperse. Reporters gave way to visiting tourists, who gradually filtered out to a much smaller group.
“We should go say hi,” Penelope said. I was about to agree when a sleek black car pulled up, a song blaring loudly from within it. Loudly enough that almost everyone, including Easton, looked over. The music cut off abruptly. A woman who had what could be best described as “Cruella Deville energy” emerged. I saw Easton exchange a tentative glance with John. The woman made her way over to the platform. I thought she was going to climb onto it too for a second, but she stopped just before it, looking up at Daniel, John, and Easton.
"I assume the press conference went well," she said, hands on her hips.
“Perfectly smoothly. What brings you over here, Joy?” Daniel said. His tone was still professional, but guarded.
"I thought I'd come give a warm welcome," she said flatly, tone seeming to imply she did not feel warm or welcoming. She looked over at Easton, then to Daniel and John.
"You lot decide the normal wilderness dangers weren't enough of a liability?” She asked loudly. If her entrance hadn't already gotten the remaining crowd's attention, her question would have.
"Ranger Parks isn't a liability. He's a respected member of the park team, just like the rest of the rangers,” Daniel said, tone even.
“Really? Because I'd think his size alone would be enough to make him at least a little dangerous. Without even mentioning the…other facts about Aphirials,” Joy said. There were some uncertain murmurs in the crowd. I glanced over at Easton, trying to read his expression. It was frustratingly neutral.
“I think much of what people may have heard about Aphirials are purely rumor,” John said.
“Is that so?” Joy asked. She paused. “What about the ‘rumor’ that they have, shall we say, predatory instincts? That that's why hunting is such a popular sport on Aphiria? None of that's true?”
I saw Easton glance away.
“What she's referring to,” John said, now addressing the crowd, “is that even though their world is fairly similar to ours, Aphirials still have something of a prey drive. Of course, like Easton here, there's aphirials that don't eat meat at all. It's just a matter of discipline and figuring out alternatively adequate nutrition." John continued, explaining as though it was a fun fact.
“And for what it's worth, hunting is a population sport here in Texas as well.”
While John was speaking, Daniel stepped down off the platform, next to Joy.
“Is there anything else we can do for you today, Joy?” He asked, pointedly.
“Not today,” she said. “I'll be seeing you, Dan. John. Ranger Parks.” She stressed the word “Ranger”, placing a mocking emphasis on it. And with that, she made her exit. John watched her return to her car for a moment, then cleared his throat.
“Alright! Any other questions? Maybe about Easton's specialty, botany?”
Thankfully, between Easton's soft spoken responses and John's cheerful steering of the conversation, most of the tension from Joy's interruption dissipated fairly quickly. A few more people left.
“Okay, now we should go say hi. Unless that lady shows back up,” Penelope said. She was already pulling me up to Easton as she spoke. He looked down at us as we approached.
“Hi! We met the other day! I'm Angie's friend,” she said brightly.
“Penelope, right?” She nodded. He looked over at me. “And Zoey! I take it you found where you were headed?”
He remembered my name.
“Yeah. Thanks for the help, again,” I said.
“Of course,” he said. He shifted slightly. The small - from his perspective - movement was significant enough to block the sun where we were standing, offering some much appreciated shade. He almost certainly hadn't done that on purpose - I doubt he even noticed the change - but it was a welcome relief after having been standing in the sun.
“How are you guys settling in?” He asked.
“Pretty good!” Penelope said. She paused. “Not to be weird, cause we both work here, but can I take a picture with you? My mom really wants one.”
Easton laughed. “Totally. What did you have in mind?”
“Can you pick me up? And then I can take a selfie with your face in the background,” Penelope said. Easton acquiesced. As I watched her climb onto his extended hand, I wondered what it would feel like to literally be in a hand. I almost wanted to also ask for a photo, but social awkwardness won out, and I instead resigned myself to just politely watching Penelope.
“You moved out here because of Angie, right?” Easton asked. He moved incredibly carefully as he lifted Angie up to almost eye level. For him, that was nearly a hundred feet off the ground. Tall enough that Penelope’s reply was no longer audible to me.
After she'd presumably taken her photos, Easton lowered her back to the ground, just as carefully. She hopped off his hand.
“Yay! Thanks!” She said. “Well, I guess we should stop bothering you now, but we'll see you around!”
“Yeah. And thanks again for the help!” I said.
“Any time,” he said. And with that, Penelope and I headed back to our room
