#mutualrespect

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

Lets talk about the Noah Schanpp/Will Byers hate!

Can we just stop for a moment and look at what’s happening?

Because the way the internet is acting lately is absolutely insane. You guys are out here hating on an actor — a literal human being — like you’ve never made a single mistake in your entire life.

Like, what the actual fuck?

He’s still young. He said or did something wrong. Okay. Call it out. Educate. Hold people accountable. But this nonstop hate? This obsession with tearing someone down over and over again because you need something to rage about? That’s not justice. That’s just cruelty dressed up as moral superiority.

Meanwhile, there are actual monsters out there.

People who hurt children, who abuse their partners, who kill, who steal, who bully, who traumatize others every single day, who Write disgausting pedophile books, who stalk little kids, who use AI to sexualize people, cyperbullying — and somehow this is your main focus? Don’t you understand that people **** kill themselves because of the bullying and hate that they get because they did some mistake or they are different than other people.

You spend hours on the internet dragging an actor who made one mistake, while ignoring real-world horror that happens every single minute.

It’s like everyone collectively forgot that we’re all human.

You. Me. Them. We’ve all said something dumb. We’ve all done something we regret. Maybe yours didn’t end up on the internet, maybe nobody screenshotted your bad moment. But if someone did — would you survive the kind of hate you’re throwing around so casually?

Because that’s the thing.

It’s so easy to type hate. It’s so easy to cancel. But it’s hard to look in the mirror and admit that you’ve also messed up. And that’s what you should be doing — looking at yourself before you crucify someone else.

You’re not “fixing the world” by sending death threats to a 19-year-old actor. You’re just adding to the noise.

You’re not being morally superior. You’re being cruel.

So maybe instead of flooding tags with hate, you could focus that energy somewhere else.

Learn something. Help someone. Touch grass. Heal. Grow.

Stop acting like you’ve never done anything wrong, because that’s a lie. Everyone has. Every. Single. One.

Maybe you should look into yourself I bet you probably watched pornographic photos or videos on the Internet. You may read smut fanfiction about actors or their fictional roles. You write hate about your classmates. You bully people on the internet, you steal something from someone you beat your partner or your siblings or your friends, you are touching yourself while watching your celebrity crush, you film accidents instead of helping, you trash talk teachers, nurses, and service workers — the literal backbone of society, you cheat on tests but call others lazy, you laugh at people for crying, you ghost people who actually cared, you make entire accounts just to hate on someone, you ignore boundaries because “it’s not that deep”, you shame people for what they eat, you refuse to pick up their trash because “someone else will”, you treat retail workers like they’re not human, you laugh at someone’s breakdown and call it “drama”, you ignore messages when someone’s clearly struggling, you fake disorders for views, you make fun of someone’s weight, appearance, or mental illness, you record people without consent for “funny videos”, you screenshot private conversations just to humiliate someone, you send death threats like it’s a normal Tuesday.

Trust me, i used to be one of the person who liked to criticize people in my mind, but for long time now, i rather see the beauty in people, not their mistakes.

I went through a lot of trauma: I was bullied since kindergarden, i was filmed without my approval, i was humiliated in front of others a million times, i was beaten by classmates, i started to self harm, i was SA-d when i was 10, i have been struggling with depression and OCD since 11, and with severe Anorexia, bulimia since 14. I’m 18 now, and i learned to forgive people, even though my past will hunt me for the rest of my life.

So yeah. Before you join the next hate train, ask yourself:

👉 Would I want the entire internet to treat me the way I’m treating this person?

While scrolling through a social media platform, I stumbled upon a post asking, "When did you come to the realization na hindi lahat ng kadugo ay pamilya?"

Throughout my upbringing, I strongly believed that blood relations carried a stronger bond compared to any other connection. Nevertheless, as time has passed, I've realized that not all individuals we consider as family truly encompass the qualities that define a family. I now understand that a family's strength is not solely dependent on blood relations, but rather on the authentic love, support, and understanding that individuals offer one another

True family goes beyond mere blood ties. While being related by blood may create a sense of obligation and responsibility towards one another, it does not automatically guarantee genuine love, support, and understanding. These qualities are built through mutual respect, empathy, and selflessness.

Sometimes, blood relatives might feel threatened by your success and happiness because they may fear being overshadowed or fear losing their power and control over you. They may be fueled by envy, ego, or insecurity, which can hinder genuine family bonds.

Nonetheless, it is important to remember that not all blood relatives behave this way. There are countless families that exemplify the ideal notion of "blood is thicker than water" and truly embody the essence of genuine love, support, and understanding. These families are able to rise above personal differences, support one another's dreams and aspirations, and provide a safe space where individuals can grow and thrive.

It is also crucial to recognize and cherish the non-blood relatives who come into our lives and become our chosen family. These individuals may be friends, mentors, or even strangers who simply cross our paths at the right time. They are the ones who show us the true meaning of family by offering unconditional love, support, and understanding without the ties of blood.