#lovingdom

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.

Kinktober

The room was chilly, intentionally so. You look to the massage table, covered in the all too familiar plastic sheet. On the table next to it were various candles. Your heart raced, a warm feeling enveloping you fully. You spot the usual knife, a shiver running down your spine, not from fear, but from the knowledge that it will feel so cold. As you stand next to the table, he watches. You look at him while you strip slowly, your face flushing fully. He eyes you like prey for his entertainment as he rolls up the sleeves of his dark purple button-down shirt. He loosens his tie slightly, a smirk forming on his face. Your top hits the floor with a soft sound. Looking you over, he motions for you to remove your bottoms. “You’re stalling, my little Bunny.” His voice is firm, yet loving. You shudder at the sudden sound, nodding to him as you let your bottoms fall to the floor. You look away, feeling shy and embarrassed. Climbing onto the table you lay down, your eyes following his every move. Then darkness as he places an eye mask over you. You rub your thighs together slightly, the feeling already starting to swell up inside you.

The first thing you feel is his hand on your face. Then his lips on yours. Every touch to you makes you jump. You know what's coming, and even though you've experienced it often enough, it doesn't mean you're calm. Is he humming? Normally he plays music, so why is it so quiet? You can hear every move he makes, the tension building with every sound. You hear him blow out the first candle, and you inhale slightly. You feel the electricity in the air, the suspense is driving you mad. Then it happens, right on the middle of your chest, near your collarbone. The warmth overwhelms your senses. The wax spreads across you as he slowly drips it onto you. Not fast, not messy, but slow and calculated, as if you were a canvas for him to paint. He drips the wax down to your stomach, the heat enveloping you. You feel the wax slowly hardening on your skin as it cools. Then you hear him blow out the next candle. Is he being louder on purpose?

Suddenly the heat feels more intense, the wax kissing your right thigh, dripping inward. Almost painful, the sensation makes you inhale sharply. Then you feel it on your left thigh. You jump from it, a soft moan leaving you. The warm feeling inside your core is spreading lower. A wetness that slowly causes you to move your hips in desire. As more and more wax is poured, you feel yourself losing your mind. Another kiss on your lips, followed by a whisper in your ear. “You're doing so good Bunny, keep it up for Daddy.” His voice low, almost a growl. All you can do is whimper in response. As he pulls away, you hear the next candle being blown out. The feeling of the wax hitting your breasts makes you squeal out. The hot sting feels like needles yet pleasant. Each drip of wax coating your chest. Then it hurts, you love the pain, but it hurts. The first bit of wax starts to coat your nipples. As the wax spreads across you, the pain subsides, leaving you in pure pleasure. So much so that you don’t notice yourself speaking, “Oh Gods, Daddy!” Your voice is shrill, excited, and needy. The feeling in your body overtaking you. Unexpectedly, a wave crashes over you as you cum. He strokes your hair softly as you do, which only sends you further over the edge. You hear a slight chuckle, then his breath, then you feel the wax being poured on your body again. It rushes down your right side and you are in ecstasy.

The wax on your skin cracks slightly as you move and twist. Then you feel his lips again, it calms you completely. You hear a noise as he moves, it's soft, but there nonetheless. Then you feel it, the cold steel on your skin. Gently and carefully it goes between your skin and the wax. Each time the wax is removed, the cold air in the room makes your skin raise in a chill. Starting the same way he poured it, he starts by your collarbone. Each second makes you breathe heavily from excitement. The edge of the blade scraping slightly against your skin, not painfully, but gently like his touch. Then he moves the steel to your stomach. Out of fear you don't move, but it tickles you as it touches you. You let out a giggle, then a soft moan as he moves even lower. The knife dancing on your skin, delicately and lovingly. You trust him, you know he won't cut you, yet the nervousness permeates your very core. Next, the knife is moved to your breasts, tracing every curve of your body. As your nipples are exposed to the air, they harden instantly. You can feel the familiar feeling building up in you again. Then he kisses the freshly exposed skin. His lips feel soft and warm. The waves crash again, you shake lightly, reflexively. A louder moan escapes your lips as you cum again from his touch. This time, as you do, he moves to your ear. His breath hot, his voice low. “That's right Bunny. Cum hard for Daddy. Such a good girl.”

When your body relaxes again, he removes the blindfold slowly. The room is a bit dimmer without the candles lit. your eyes slowly adjust, and you feel like you are in heaven. There are clumps of wax stacked on the table to be thrown out. “Thank you, Daddy.” Your voice is soft, almost quiet as a mouse.

“My sweet little Bunny, I’m so proud of you.” His voice is soothing.

“So I was a good girl?”

“Yes, the very best.”

To my Bunny, I love that you know I'm planing something but don't know a single thing. The funny thing is, it is difficult to get everything done as soon as I want it. I will not disappoint though. I love you Bunny.

Before you continue reading, I want you to pause. Just for a few minutes. You're allowed to slow down right now.

Drink some water. Yes, right now. I'll wait.

Good.

Now sit up a little straighter. Not because you have to, but because I want you to take up your space properly. Shoulders relaxed. Jaw unclenched. Breathe in… and out.

That’s better.

Now let me remind you:

You are valuable.

You are allowed to rest without earning it first.

You are a good sub, even on days you feel like you're not ''enough''. Especially on those days.

You don’t need to be perfect here sweetheart. You just need to exist, exactly as you are, and let yourself be looked after in this moment 💕

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So today was my one year anniversary. Now, not everything goes as planned, nothing in this life is ever perfect. Sometimes however, things get pretty damn close. Now, my Bunny is not without her faults. Sometimes she chooses to brat at moments I've asked for seriousness. Sometimes she gets too wrapped up in things and I have to pull her back to me. That's part of human nature, and a huge reason I love her. Sometimes the distance of our physical selves makes things hard. Desperately wanting to hold each other on such an important day can cause stress. Hell, even Doms can be too serious at times, causing friction and struggles when they mean to help. Today however wasn't like that thought.

Today, I woke up later than I had wanted to. Bunny had let me sleep in, not knowing I was up late playing games with our best friend because I was having a mental crisis. Now, I want to say, she didn't know because of my choice. I didn't want to bother her with something that would pass after a couple hours. She is always there for me, she just has a busy school life, training for our future. Anyway, I woke up and immediately started bugging her, then we started our usual call. Just her and I for a while, until our best friend messaged. The plan was during the main part of the day, while she was busy, we would hang out on call with our best friend. Then, after all was said and done, it would start our night. Now, I don't mind keeping our best friend around, he's gonna be my best man eventually when we officially tie the knot. So she did her class stuff, did her shopping, and just hung out. I may have encouraged her to spoil herself as much as I would have if I was in person. Even going so far as to help her pick out a cute outfit. I wasn't even going to be in person and I still put on nice clothes like it was going to be a date. Then, she got back to dorm. I could tell she was tired, but she really was trying. We tried to game, but she was just mentally done with the day. Not in a bad way, just exhausted. She ended up going to bed a lot earlier than she really wanted. And so, our day ended quite uneventfully.

Now, here is the part I need to convey. Bunny, you are amazing. You are doing so much every day for you, and for our desired future. When I called out my Bunny for being too tired, I realized too late that I triggered a trauma response. You see, her Ex wasn't great. I can't lie, I don't have enough money to spoil her on this monumental milestone for us, but I did my best. I wrote a letter about how everything started a year ago from my perspective, wanting her to know everything I felt so deeply. I wrote a poem, one that I hope conveyed how I felt this past year. I wrote an apology and a list, because the last couple months have been rough and I wanted her to know several things I loved about her. Behind all of this was a playlist of music I hand picked from decades ago that I loved for her to listen to as she read it all. To me, these are small things. To me, I wish I could have done so much more. Yet because of her Ex, just these small gestures of love broke her. She had to hide her tears from me, even though I tell her I want to know her feelings fully. Today, she struggled and almost broke down in a bad way, because she didn't feel worthy of being spoiled. So I need to say this.

“Daddy, you don't need to stay here with me. I promise it's ok.” Concern leaving your lips as you spoke.

“It's no big deal Bunny, I may not be great at helping you study your classes, but that doesn't mean I can't help you and be near you.” His voice was tired but sounded content.