#klahadore x reader

[soupbabe]

Unfit (OPLA! Klahadore/Kuro x Fat! Reader)

While Kaya offered up her expansive collection of clothes, Reader can't find something that fits them.

Self indulgent fic time babey!! It's been rough lately, I've really been wanting to write something like this.

Warnings: Insecure reader, lil bit of angst and out of character comfort from Klahadore<3

Standing alone in front of a mirror, you frowned. You're sure Kaya had good intentions in providing you and your crew nicer clothes. Her wardrobe is so big that you can't blame her when she insisted that you'd find something. Yet, her kind words didn't stop the growing pile of pants you couldn't button all the way next to you. Taking a deep, but shakey breath, you took off the piece of clothing and added it to the neatly folded stack that hid behind a privacy screen. The evening was supposed to be fun, easy. All you had to do was be on your best behavior until Luffy and Usopp secured the ship. Even Nami and Zoro were able to let loose with some drinks and a fashion show. Instead, you're curling in on yourself, in your underwear, and trying not to lose it over a pair of pants.

Though, left on your lonesome, negative thoughts spiral quickly. Mumbling reassurance evolved into scolding. "You're supposed to be a pirate. Pirates don't care about shit like this. They don't care about pants..." You felt your face burn in embarrassment. Seeing everyone grab all the clothes they wanted and it'd fit like a glove made you feel delusional, stupid.

A gentle knock on the wall made the neck on your hair stand straight. "Hello? Y/n?" A smooth voice called out. You froze in place, eyes wide at the realization: It's Klahadore. Swiftly wiping away at your eyes, you took a deep breath and responded from behind a privacy screen. "I'm here." "Dinner starts in 5 minutes, everyone is expecting you to join us. You're not plotting something, are you?" Jolting, you reach out and try to put on the shorts you walked into the mansion with. Though in your panic, you tripped over a pant leg and knocked over both the tower of clothes you laid out before and the privacy screen that hid you from the butler's view.

A small gasp emitted from Klahadore as he peered down at you on the floor, your pants barely hanging onto your hips. "My word.. are you alright?" You laid there frozen in terror, hesitant to take the hand he reached out. Your gaze was glued to the ground, the embarrassment was just too much. You wanted to sink into the walls of dresses and jackets and suffocate beneath the satin. A gloved hand traced the outline of your face until it held a firm grip on your chin. Tilting your face upwards until your eyes met his, Klahadore spoke up. "I asked if you're alright. If I'm not mistaken, I told you to dress nice too and you're in the same clothes you came in here with. What's taking you so long?" His questions felt like demands, as if you're being interrogated. His voice sent shivers down your spine, everything he says is tactful. Like he wants you to shake under his gaze. Swallowing the lump in your throat and your pride, you speak up. "I couldn't find anything to wear... nothing fit." Your voice grew dim towards the latter half of your admission, but that's what all it took for Klahadore to smile, to be pleased with you answering back.

As he withdrew your hand, your face burned bright. With any luck, you'd faint and no longer have to talk to him. "I was worried of that happening. Unfortunately, Miss Kaya shot down the idea of giving you extra clothing from the servant quarters." He tilted his head to get a better look at your puffy eyes and flushed face. "Is there anything else I should know about?" "Nothing.." "I don't like liars, Y/n. Tell me what's on your mind." His tone, while commanding, felt softer. It's like he's butler first, human later. He's only being kind after getting what he wanted after you.

"I'm just tired of not fitting into things...no matter what I try, I'll always be too big for stuff." You scowled. "I just..I just want to look nice. I want to look and feel good like Zoro or Nami. I don't want servant clothes, Kaya promised we'd look our best and I want to actually feel like it." You felt your nose sting and your eyes water. Klahadore watched you intently, hearing your voice increase in anger and intensity. Taking out a handkerchief, the ex pirate captain wiped away the tears that highlighted your chubby cheeks.

"While I don't have the means to provide you with what you want specifically, I want you to stay here. I'll be back in a minute." He sat you down on the ottoman that sat in the middle of the room and vanished into the dark hallway. However, Klahadore was a man of his word. Within seconds he returned with a folded outfit in hand: black dress pants and a white button up shirt. On top of the outfit though, were a couple of jewelry boxes. Inside revealed a golden necklace with the silhouette of a cat and a matching ring with a similar insignia. "Consider it a gift. It's something I've held onto before Miss Kaya's parents took me in, I think it's time for me to let it go." His smile was small, genuine.

Klahadore waiting outside patiently as you tried on the clothes he's given you. From outside the screens, he could hear a rollercoaster of emotions: fear, disbelief, enjoyment. "Did I choose right for you?" He asked, to which you strutted out to answer his question. Your shirt was tucked in, though largely unbuttoned to show off your chest and most importantly, the necklace. "How does it fit?" You spun around and Klahadore drank in the view. You never hid your curvy figure, only accentuated it. While he holds himself to a high standard, he can't admit that it didn't drive him mad.

He walked up and smoothed down the wrinkles on your shirt, his touch lingering on your shoulders and soft waist. "Fits like a glove." He stood tall wants more and linked his arm with yours. "Now, it's almost time for dinner. It'd be a shame to keep Miss Kaya waiting."

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[writer12]

hellooo i saw your requests are open and wanna request a klahadore x gardener fem reader pls ><

like kaya notices that the flowers in the garden have been wilting and asks the one of the staff to hire a gardener and forgot to tell klahadore of their arrival. (the reader smelles like catnip as the have cats at home, ohno i wonder what'll happen wink wink)

sorry for the long text, have a good day ^^

Thank you very much for writing your request and I am glad to fulfill your request!

Gardener and Butler

Once Klahadore heard one interesting saying from one of the pirates: “Don’t leave the house unattended, otherwise pests will appear in the house.” At first he ignored it as just more unnecessary nonsense, but he realized that this nonsense was true.

As soon as the butler left the estate for just a few minutes to go shopping and leave Kaya with the other servants, when he comes back with the purchases he sees a stranger. It was you, the woman who was trimming the flower bushes in front of the estate with garden shears and giggling at another story that Kaya was telling you, sitting on a small outdoor chair and drinking tea.

Not only was your appearance not part of his plan, but this terrible smell emanated from you. Catnip, to be precise. Klahadore could not deny that to some extent this smell was soothing, but he could not show weakness in front of the mistress and the rest of the servants, so he covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, trying not to sigh too often so as not to smell the smell from you.

In this state, the butler approaches the two of you and Kaya turns her gaze to him.

"Oh, Klahadore, you're back! How was your walk around the city?" the girl asked, but Klahadore ignored her question and looked at you askance.

"…Excuse me, but who is this?" asked the butler.

Kaya was about to answer, but you walked up to the two of them and wiped the sweat from your face with your gloved hands.

"I'm (Y/n), the new gardener. Nice to meet you, sir." You said and extended your hand to him which caused the smell of catnip to become closer to him and he pressed the handkerchief closer to his nose.

He nodded and looked at the gardener with a frown. "…Is it you who gives off that terrible smell?"

She raised an eyebrow and smiled at her hand. "…Ah, it's catnip, I have a couple of cats at home. Will this somehow stop me from working in Lady Kaya's garden, sir?"

He shook his head and turned away. “This may interfere with someone else…” he muttered under his breath, “…Sorry, but I need to leave to put away my shopping. See you later.” he said and walked towards the estate.

Kaya quickly apologized to her for being unusual for Klahadore, to which the gardener simply giggled with a smile and said that it was not her fault. But both of you definitely didn’t realize that this grumpy butler was watching you from the windows of the estate…

…Klahadore almost immediately decided to remove this 'horrible' smell from her clothes and body so that it could not distract him so much. The first way was to wash yourself. He knew for sure that she was leaving a pair of clean changes of clothes at the estate, because work in the garden can be dirty, and after checking to see if there was a smell of catnip on the change of clothes, he sent the gardener to wash herself in the bath. Through some persuasion, the butler was finally able to drag (Y/n) into the bathtub and forced her to wash while he took her clothes. He could hear the rustle of water from the bathroom while he rolled up his sleeves and washed her shirt. Klahadore could not allow other servants to clean her clothes, then even more people would know about his weakness.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could still smell the catnip on her clothes. He frowned in irritation and brought his shirt to his nose. No matter how hard the butler tried to deny it, the smell was soothing and even she, the owner of the clothes, was not as annoying as he thought when they first met.

Sniffing the scent of her shirt again, a faint hint of a smile appeared on his face. He himself was surprised that such a serious person like him would instantly weaken because of the smell of catnip on some girl’s clothes!

Klahadore would have continued his secret work if he had not heard footsteps from the bathroom and began to wash his shirt again. The owner of the shirt entered the room dressed in a robe, which was kindly provided to her, and approached him. "So, how's my shirt? Did you get rid of that 'nasty' smell?"

Klahadore nodded and adjusted his glasses. "It's going well so far, but there's still a smell." he said and after a second covered his nose with a handkerchief. Despite a bath full of shampoo and body wash, the smell of catnip lingered on her.(Y/n) raised an eyebrow with a smile. “What? Is my smell really so good that soap and water can’t wash it off?”The butler just frowned. "...Shut up, gardener."...

...Since bathing and washing did not help her, she had to find another way and it turned out to be perfume. Especially for this, Klahadore ordered a perfume with a very strong scent that would definitely overpower the smell of catnip.

One day, while you were working in the garden, the butler came up behind her and coughed into his fist, attracting her attention."Oh, Klahadore! What brings you today? Another wonderful bath with a wonderful aroma for me?" She said raising her eyebrow with a smile.

He shook his head and took out the perfume from behind his back. “Just don’t think that this is a gift, this is just a necessary measure to improve your work.”

The gardener smiled with a slight blush and took the perfume. "...Heh, flowers? Very ironic."

Klahadore rolled his eyes with a hint of a slight smile and adjusted his glasses. "Try this perfume and keep working, I'll check on you in a few hours." said the butler and left the garden.

A few hours later, he came to the garden as promised. But approaching her from behind while she was watering the flowers, the butler was shocked because the smell of catnip was still on her. But during the day, Klahadore was so tired that he no longer had the strength to be angry at it and simply approached her closely from behind. He gave her a small hug and nuzzled her hair where the smell was strongest. The gardener raised an eyebrow with a smirk and continued watering the flowers. "…Just admit it, butler, you're in love with me."

He frowned just slightly and hugged her a little tighter. "Don't you dare make anything up."

She shrugged. “I’m not making this up. That bath and washing clothes you did for me, buying expensive beautiful perfume and now what you’re doing. Should I continue?”

He frowned and buried his nose in her hair. "…Shut up, gardener."

She chuckled with a smile and continued watering the flowers. "As you say, butler."

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[snippychicke]

Kinktober (NSFW)

Kuro|Klahadore/Reader

Week One: Masterbation

All night for Kaya's party, he had to endure watching you flirt and dance with those that came to solidify business relationships with the sole owner of the shipyard. Kaya may be the owner, but everyone knew you two were as close as sisters, so they were trying to get on your good graces.

Kuro groaned as his head fell back, hair askew as his breath quickened. Pleasure was tinged with anger as he imagined you, hair pinned up, backless dress showing the long expense of your back. A peek at your waist, the edge of your breasts. The slit of your dress showing off your legs.

And you played along, all while shooting him meaningful looks. Biting your lips while you looked at him with dark glazed eyes.

All night for Kaya's party, he had to endure watching you flirt and dance with those that came to solidify business relationships with the sole owner of the shipyard. Kaya may be the owner, but everyone knew you two were as close as sisters, so they were trying to get on your good graces.

God he just wanted to pull you away from them all. Press you face first against a wall, bunching your dress up around your hips and fuck you.

Kuro gritted his teeth, hand working faster against his hardened member. How badly he wanted to run his hands along your back, press his lips to your exposed neck as he rutted into you.

Claim you as his.

One of these days, he'd have you wrapped around his cock instead of his hand. You'd be the one holding back a groan in an attempt to be quiet. He'd taste your lips instead of the tinge of blood as he bit his tongue to stay silent.

The underwear you had slipped into his pocket, damp with your own need, was proof of that.

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[illicitwildestdreams]

This man is my Roman Empire.

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[since-im-already-here]

'Permit me to remind you'

Klahadore drabble

(Image Source: https://woka.com.ar/?s=captain-kuro-by-@tsuyomaru-one-piece-pictures-one-piece-qq-3Go3Y0Ua)

Word Count: 2,005

The night began as the sun bid farewell to the sky and greeted the stars with familiarity, deeming it an appropriate time to get into bed with a nice warm drink and cosy pillows, which is exactly what you were doing for the young lady Kaya. Reaching for the scorching pot of tea, you pour her a small teacup and bring them over to the newly tucked in and settled Kaya as she reclines against her cushions.

“Klahadore is insistent that I ensure you drink your remedy, my lady. I hope the flavour has improved with the small amount of honey I've added. A little sweetness goes a long way,” you directed her, she nodded and gave a small apprehensive smile. Her illness was depicted in her pale face, hollowed eyes and the dryness of her mouth. You returned her smile before reaching behind your back and collecting a few of the sugar-coated treats you had managed to swipe from the kitchen without the staff noticing. With a sly smile, you offered them to her, 

“Speaking of sweetness, I stole some biscuits from the kitchen stash for you,” you gave her a small wink, offering a final hushed command of, “Don’t tell Klahadore.” 

Kaya begins to giggle at your comment, but immediately slips into a sinister and dry coughing fit, prompting you to reach behind her and pull her into a more upright position to clear her airway as she finishes her collection of raspy, dry breaths. You wince as she coughs into her hands, offering her your handkerchief you keep tucked within your sleeve to collect her illness parting from her lips within. 

“I don’t feel well enough to drink right now. I just want to sleep, please?” Kaya wheezes through her words. From hearing her shaken breath and dry wheeze, you decide that, just for tonight, she can skip her remedy. You place the tea and the biscuits back onto the tray you brought them in, ready to face the disapproving tone and glare of the chief of staff. The same chief of staff that you, two nights ago, shared in an interesting experience with. 

It seemed all it took for the both of you, was a bottle of sticky-sweet port wine shared in the afterhours of a particularly long day of tending to your duties as lady’s maid to the young Lady Kaya. Once the staff bid you both goodnight for the evening with a curt nod and a small, polite smile; a small glass of wine shared between two leaders of staff was followed by another. And then another.

As our memory drew into a small haze, you walked throughout the halls with the full tray clutched firmly in your hands. You were unable to recall the moment from when you had finished the last of the sweet wine to having your arms draped around the neck of your raven-haired coworker. 

Your lips pushing against each other, gasping for breaths as your limbs entangled in the wine cellar against the racking barrels as they syphoned the crimson liquid into the barrels below. This was not how you expected the night to progress; but the two of you had many moments you could’ve considered flirtatious leading into the evening’s event. 

Closing your eyes now; you could still feel his breath fan against your neck as you controlled your verbal gasps and whimpers against each other’s flesh as your bodies joined at the lips. You could still feel his hair falling onto your forehead as he drew away from your neck to gaze longingly into your eyes. The awkward feeling of his glasses inching down his nose and falling onto your face. You remember feeling his hand remove itself from your hips, your jaw falling slack as you witnessed him press his inner palm against his glasses to redraw them atop his nose, only to then force it way under your shirt to grasp your hip again - the warmth of his gloved hands welcome against your flesh.

You knew it was not becoming of a lady to join in entangling yourself with a gentleman in such a way, especially in a place as exposed as a wine cellar. This was not your first dalliance with a man, but it was your first with a colleague. 

Reopening your eyes, you attempt once more to rid your thoughts of their waves of memory, the warm feeling of anxiety and loss of control clawing their way from your chest to your jugular; discomfort clutching at your lips and souring the flavour. 

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“We need to stop,” you whispered in between his bruising kisses atop your lips, “someone could hear. Someone could-.” Your words were syphoned into the mouth of your lover in a similar likeness to the barrels racking beside you.  

“Just a little more,” as he pressed his lips into your neck, tongue swirling at the pulse and feeling the elevation in your heartbeat. “Please, darling. Just-...” He trailed a flurry of exuberant oscillations of his smooth lips against your jaw to your cheek, “-Please.” 

He began losing himself in the feeling of your body wrapped around his, your arms around his shoulders and his own raking over your hips to grasp the flesh of your back in a desperate clawing motion to clutch you closer. Another kiss was shared in a long and drawn out caress, followed by another. Then another. The stagger and rapidity of his kisses did nothing to deter the intended silence being met in the air; your whimpers painting the atmosphere with their melodic serenade. 

“Klah-’’ you squeaked, another attempt to steer his passionate kiss to a halt being met with no reaction. This verbal warning didn’t seem to sway him in the slightest. It almost seemed like his name meant nothing to him in the heat of the moment. 

It wasn't until footsteps were heard that it broke him from continuing to chase the feeling of your lips against his own in exuberate moments. At the rise and fall of pattered footsteps against the cement floor, heels clicking and echoing within the chamber as they made their approach. The fear of being caught by his colleagues was all too much for both of you; yet you were still entangled within each other’s arms as stiff as the portraits painted above the cellar walls. As they retrieved a bottle of wine, they left the cellar with their heavy-laden footsteps trailing behind them in tow. 

You both breathed a small sigh of relief as the cellar door closed behind the unsuspecting coworker, your smile breaking against your lips as he turned back to face you again. His eyes softened when his gaze met with yours seeming to, just now, remember that you both were working. He leant forward to rest his forehead against your own, the glasses again falling from the top of his nose down to the tip and brushed against the tip of your nose. 

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Lost within the spiral of your own thoughts, you start to wonder if it was just one night to him. Did it mean as little to him as he made it out to be? There was no whisper of a word or a murmur to inform you of anything other than the sort. No acknowledgement of the event even occurring the following day as you fell into the rhythm of working together in perfect synchrony. 

Continuing to the kitchen, you set down the full tray of hot blue tea and stolen biscuits against the sink to prepare disassembling the arrangement meant to be presented to the lady under your charge. At eyeing the sugary treats atop the porcelain tray, your anxiety begins to elevate with the rapidity of your heartbeat that you did, indeed, steal those biscuits to bring to Lady Kaya from the pantry. And you did, indeed, bring the full tray back down to the kitchen, knowing full well that Klahadore would be less than pleased that Kaya did not drink her remedy that night. 

Hearing the barely audible tap of soft shoes upon the kitchen floor causes you to briefly halt your disassembly of items, retracting your hand from the handle of the teapot you had begun to pour down the sink. Resetting it upon the tray, you rotated your neck to rid it of the small click within before narrowing your eyes and curling your lip. 

“Why is the tea here?” the smooth voice purred from behind you, “She needs to have her tea daily, Dear. And biscuits? You know better than-.” His voice halted as you thumped your palms first on the kitchen counter before turning to face him.

“Klahaore, I don’t know better. I know best,” you challenged him, your brows decreasing their position on your forehead, “A simple biscuit will not cause her harm, and we both know she needs something in stomach or she’ll feel sick from the tea as it hits it.” You stepped closer to him, raising your chin to glare into his eyes. His jaw slackened slightly, his breath hitching at your verbal challenge and the proximity you drew yourself within.

After several unspoken and silent moments pass between you, he clears his throat and readjusts his glasses with the heel of his palm. His mouth begins to open to begin another order towards you, only to halt at your next interruption.

“If that will be all, I shall take my leave for the night,” you rotated your shoulders, standing firm in your upright and formal posture and awaiting dismissal from your superior. Klahadore furrowed his brows, not truly understanding where this animosity and surliness had come from.

"See me in my office," he ordered, stepping closer to your body. You stepped back from his approach, unbreaking in your defiant expression nor the rigidity in your posture.

“My working hours begin between the time my lady rises in the morning, and concludes once she is settled for the night,” you quipped in return, “If I am to be required to attend a meeting with my superior, I will do so in the hours I am employed within.”

"I am giving you an order, darling. You will come to my office now," he informed you, his tone strong and low. He stepped towards you once more, which you followed by stepping back to keep yourself an arms length away.

"And I am saying I will not," you smirked in return. His eyes darkened, his jaw tensing behind his pursed lips. 

With that small smirk, you begin to push yourself past him, only for him to grab your wrist firmly and pull you against his torso. Your eyes fill with disdain as you glance up at him, though you imagine it isn't too threatening with your cheeks flushed with the contact he was providing to you. He holds you wordlessly, staring down into your eyes with a final warning-look. 

“Sir,” you spat, looking down to the position his hand was remaining circling your wrist within, before floating your gaze back up to his spectacles framing his dark eyes. He breaks from gripping your wrist and hovers his hand to the side of your face, almost brushing the heel of his palm against your cheek in a gentle caress. 

“We need to discuss what happened in the wine cellar,” he whispered in such a low and intimate purr of his voice, it prompted your cheeks to flush with further warmth than the initial contact of his grasp on your hand. You gulped back your collected saliva in your mouth, darting your gaze between his eyes.

“And what happened in the wine cellar, Klahadore?” you feigned your ignorance, recollecting the exact moment he was referring to but choosing to play coy with a smirk threatening to find residency back atop your lips. 

His lips ticked up to the left hand side of his lips as he stooped lower to your face, whispering gently in another purred tone.

“My darling, permit me to refresh your memory.”

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[crazydadd0]

hiii idk if you have watched the LA one piece (if not that doesnt matter he is still hot) but could you maybe write a klahadore x maid!reader <3 where the maid is close to kaya so he needs to distract her from his little plan

I'm sorry it took me so long.

I'm not sure what you meant when you wrote ,'where the maid is close to kaya so he needs to distract her from his little plan'. But I think you mean that Kuro distracted Kaya's maid reader. So that he can continue with his plan.

(English is not my language if anything, continue to take requests!!!)

Kuro x Maid Reader. Smut/NSFW

Fixing the plans

Pov Kuro

I've been angry all day, none of my plans have been going my way lately. In the beginning everything was going well…. In the beginning.

I sighed and corrected my glasses, it all started when Kaya hired that stupid maid. And that without informing me, It annoyed me because I could have chosen someone obedient to me and not her.

Sitting down on one of the chairs in the kitchen I lean against the back of the chair, that maid came into the room. (Reader) that was her name, she was spoiling my whole plan that I had been building for years. sigh, Watching her carefully, sometimes I feel like killing her…. Although maybe not so much after I started talking to her.

She seemed very hardworking and loyal to Kay, but also kind and helpful to others. For Merry, for example, she was very kind to him.

But I have to admit, sometimes I envied him. Before I knew it she had gone to Kay, she was like a dog next to her. I banged my fist on the table getting up from my chair. I went to the room where Kaya and (Reader) were. I linked my hands behind me entering the room.

-Good morning Ms Kaya and (Reader)-.

Even her name is difficult for me to say. Kaya answered me immediately, for the maid was cleaning up a broken glass on the floor. But she answered after a while, and I noticed with my sharp eyes that her skirt had folded up as she bent over the broken glass.

I have to confess but I was secretly looking at her newly exposed skin. I'm a guy and a pirate at that.

It dawned on me that day, I already know how to get the obedient maid (Reader) away from Kay. I just need a couple of days to make the whole plan, but as for now I'll get on with observing (Reader).

I've been observing her closely all week, her behaviour, her habits and her whole appearance. And I have to admit that she was …. quite charming and attractive, in my eyes.

Her (colour) hair and beautiful (colour) skin, and her smaller body. Fuck. If it wasn't for the fact that she interferes with my plans I would be interested in her but I have my plans. Plans I have to fulfil, maybe I'll throw her person into my plans, but maybe.

Correcting my glasses I walk into the kitchen, I see her (the reader) standing by the cooker waiting for the water to boil so she could pour the tea. She was wearing her usual lolita maid outfit, I look at it smiling in thought. today was my day, the day I would get my plan together and do everything I needed to do.

I walked over to her and stood behind her putting my hands by her sides.

-Huh!- she squealed a little.

-Quietly, just quietly- I said into her ear, putting my hands on her hips and squeezing a little.

-I'm sorry but what are you doing?- She asks me in a trembling tone.

Ignoring her question, I turn off the water burner and move her body past the burners with a little force.

-Nothing, just be calm and everything will be fine,‖ I say turning her to look at me, I love feeling the angles.

Lifting my index finger to her chin, I kiss her, despite the fact that she is just one of the pawns I have to knock down to reach my goal, although I must admit that over the week I have felt fondness for her.

But returning to the situation (Reader), she had very soft lips. deepening the kiss which she did not say, I pick up her smaller body and put it on the kitchen counter.

-You better be quiet- I whisper to her, running my thumb over her plump lips.

She is obedient, and I like it that way, I take off my glasses and put them next to her on the spice shelf, I comb my hair back and return to the little maid who blushes madly holding her hands to her chest.

-Kuro what are you …- I don't let her finish her sentence, I kiss her again. I put my big hands on her thighs and spread them wider.

-Shhh, baby, it's going to be all right-I say, kissing her neck, then biting and sucking to leave a mark.

I bring my right hand to her intimate area and begin to gently rub it through her underwear. I kiss her greedily increasing the touch on her clothed pubis.

-Kuro please stop.- she is panting bending her body. Moving away from her neck where I left more marks I look into her eyes.

-My beauty. I can't. I have to admit I had a plan where you weren't there…. but now you're here and I have to put it together somehow, but you know I've come up with a way. -

He laughs, and kisses her again. (Reader) she blushes a lot and moans into my mouth I continue rubbing her sockets, I can already feel that she is wet and ready but I want to tease her a little more.

I move away from her mouth and watch her red face, her whole body trembled, I stopped touching her and move away.

she looks at me with wide open eyes, I love the feeling of power…. and over her I have it 100%.

-Well baby, are you waiting for an invitation? -I ask suggesting her to take care of me now, I suggestively look at her lips and wait for her reaction.

At first she shyly steps off the table and stands in front of me trembling and squeezing her thighs subtly.

-Come on darling, on your knees- I say grabbing her hair and push her obediently to the ground.

She obediently knelt down and seemed more nervous than a moment ago, shyly reaching out her hands towards the zipper of the trousers I was wearing, a small saddled smile adorning my face.

I'm really thinking of taking (Reader) as mine, maybe a toy. I'll have to see how it goes and maybe I'll take her. She is lovely and sexy.

my thoughts are distracted by the feeling that (Reader) is pulling out my stiff penis, I moan a little. It has a soft and nice touch other than mine.

-Continue_ I say, and pull her by her hair towards my preposition.

Like an obedient animal, she kisses my clit and I inhale. pulling her hair more, I force her to start sucking on my penis. She does it obediently, her eyes closed and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, I notice that she rubs her thighs together.

I even think she likes me, I moan suddenly as she sucks me harder. I push her harder by the hair to take the entire length into my mouth. she chokes and quickly pulls away coughing.

-Sorry me.- she says quickly looking at me with glassy eyes.

-Quietly, just keep going.- I say and push her head against my stiffness again.

(Reader) opens her mouth and sucks on my appendage and shudders all over.I smile.

-Touch yourself, she wants to see it- I say through my teeth and pull her hair back.

As if on cue, the maid's left hand comes down between my thighs and starts touching herself, she moans and the vibrations make me grunt louder.

(Reader) sucks me and touches herself in concentration, she feels I'm about to come so I brutally pull her away from me.

She fell on her back and looked at me in shock, she looked into my eyes and I smiled at her.

-On the table- she orders.

She obediently gets up on trembling legs and sits down on the table, I walk slowly towards her stepping in between her legs.

I grab her neck and look into her eyes.

-Why are you so happy? -I ask, squeezing her neck.

-I… I like you?" she says with a red face.

-Really? -I squeeze her neck.

-I don't know, but I felt it from the beginning… infatuation with you at first.-she whispers and looks away. - And I've felt love for you recently.- (reader) looks at the ground.

-Well.- whispers them on the lips and kisses her.

I move my hand away from her neck and down to her breasts which I squeeze aggressively, gasping into my mouth . And with that I push my tongue into her mouth and win the battle for dominance.

I pull her breasts out of her clothes by undoing the front of her outfit, I move away from her mouth and go down to suck on one of her breasts, in the other I pinch her nipple which makes her scream. embarrassed, she covers her mouth with her hand and I smile while continuing to suck on her breast.

I bite her nipple and she squeals into my hands, blushing behind my palms. moving away from her breast with a clench I take care of the other one in the same way.

Bored, I pull away and force my hands away from her face and kiss her.

-Now be a good girl and I'll make you scream with pleasure,‖ I whisper in her ear and pull away.

I spread her legs and press them against her chest, I hunch down and kiss her clothed pubis, feeling the slime on my lips I lick her through her underwear.

(Reader) moans and holds her hands to her body, helping me. kisses her clitoris clothed, and massages her thighs and buttocks with my hands.

I step back and use my fingers to push her underwear aside and kiss her clit again.

Straightening up I admire the woman in front of me, with my hands I pull her underwear apart. I smile and catch her face in my hands.

-You'd better be quiet.‖ I warn her and slide my trousers down to my ankles. Masturbating my penis for a while, I rub it against her pubis to moisten it before I enter her tight entrance.

(Reader) moans at this feeling and I smile, push myself suddenly into her tight, sensitive warmth, wheezing heavily inhale air.

The maid moans loudly in her hands. I feel like moving, but I know I have to give her some time to adjust to my height.

She nodded her head yes, I began to move in a slow dull motion, feeling her tight walls clamp around me. As if she didn't want to let me go at all, her mucus made it easier for me to get into her faster, (Reader) he bit his hand with his eyes closed, all the red on his face looks sexy. I'm looking at her bouncing breasts and pushing her harder, and I want her to be quiet and scream my name, but she has to be quiet or she'll ruin my plan.

I put my hands close to her pawn and pinches her nipples, her body bends into an arch. In a rush of adreaniline, he kisses her, (Reader) moans at my mouth and arms around my neck bringing me closer to him, her snaps tighten around me.

I accelerate the movements of my hips into her, I bring my right hand closer to her clitoris and rub a sensitive lump. Her whole body starts to tremble and I kiss her harder, I stick my tongue into her mouth to silence her moans and screams.

Rubbing it and shoving it feels like heaven all the time its wet warm walls are clutching around me.

she breathes into her mouth, unable to stop her quick and strong thrusts, (the reader) screams into my mouth, moves away from me and look into my eyes. Her eyes were glassy with tears, but somehow exhilarating.

-Kurooo~~~~- screams close to my face. I will come ~~~- squeak, squeaking my legs around my hips.

I'm speeding up the movement of her hips and rubbing her clitoris harder. Her walls clamp more tightly around my penis, I hiss at that feeling.

- Do it- I move it around her neck that I start biting to leave marks on it that it's mine and I don't share my stuff.

(Reader) Pulling my head away from her protruding neck, she kisses me. As I scream in a kiss, I feel it squeezing around me harder, I can barely move. But with the last of my strength, I push myself into her now hypersensitive entrance, reaching hard, kissing her harder.

I couldn't help but push myself in for a while. (Reader) He was screaming into my mouth, she was so sensitive and trembling for me like a leaf in the wind.

She stops moving and I hug her inert body to myself, and I know she's mine, even if I had to kidnap her and hold her like a slave. That's another point in my plan that's going to happen today.

I come out of her with a splash, my sperm flows out of her hole and flows onto the table. I stand over her tired body with a satisfied smile, putting on my underwear and pants I approach the shelf for my glasses I put them on my nose and I go back to (Reader).

I fix her clothes and she opens her tired eyes.

-I love you Kuro~~- whispers to me in a hoarse voice.

She's laughing, I think she screamed too much.

-I know that- I'm talking to her as I pick her up.

I'm going with her to my quarters to make sure she's safe. I smile as I walk into my bedroom, and I lay on my bed, cover her with a blanket, and I kiss her on the forehead.

(reader) does not get up for at least a few hours, still take care of Merry, gets up from bed and I go to the door, I open it. Before I leave I look at (Reader).

-Even though I was going to kill you I'll leave you, you're a nice toy- I say and I walk out the door. I lock it.

I won't admit it, but maybe I got feelings for her.

I apologize for the mistakes. English is not my language, but I try.

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[brainrotcharacters]

Colors

ship: Klahadore/Kuro x reader

summary: For Kaya's upcoming birthday, the best painter in town had been commissioned for a portrait of her. Never mind your secret crush on her butler. This was a chance to continue the sketch you've been working on, as well.

a/n: requested by @angeli-fucking-cat

tags: I pretend I'm a painter (I'm a writer), events take place before episode 3, cliffhanger Kuro, etc.

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You made another brushstroke when you asked again. "Are you sure you don't want to take a break?"

"I'm alright." Kaya remained in her seat. Klahadore stood to the side, smiling faintly at your thoughtfulness. "I don't want to take up too much of your time."

The glare you gave Kaya was softened by the affection in your smile. "I've been painting for most of my time, Kaya. I'm happy to do it," You dip your brush into a darker shade of gold, to match the shade of her hair. "Especially for a friend's birthday."

Eighteen. Kaya was going to be of age in a matter of days. Klahadore had commissioned you to paint a portrait of the celebrant; your hidden affections for the man aside, you made good progress on the piece. Never mind the fact that each time Klahadore stood over your shoulder to praise how lifelike your painting was, he stood significantly close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath on your ear.

Kaya smiled softly, then conceded. "Well, I do feel a knot in my neck—"

Another coughing fit escaped her mouth, and Klahadore was there, gently ushering her from her chair and onto her bed. Her tea already waited at the bedside table.

You committed the image to memory, how Klahadore's gloved hands firmly, steadily grasped Kaya's arm, as you reach for the sketchbook in your bag. It wasn't strange for you to switch between mediums, but as you flip to the page of the half-finished sketch of Klahadore, you did your best to discreetly angle it so Klahadore and Kaya remained in front of you.

Kaya attempted to speak, to apologize in the middle of her wheezing, but you insisted. "You have nothing to be sorry for. We have all the time in the world." You caught the butler's eye. "Let me know if we'll be fit to continue."

"Of course." he smiled politely, gratefully, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling. You look back at your sketch.

The side of Kuro's lips twitched upwards as his eyes lingered on you. Then he shifted his attention back to Kaya, to the mission.

*

Kaya was coughing too much to continue the portrait, but she offered that you could stay the night if you wanted, even teasing that you can't refuse if you had so much time on your hands as you claimed. When Klahadore doubled down on the teasing, you half heartedly took your tools into a spare bedroom, joking that you would get back at them somehow.

You wander the corridors of the mansion now, under the moonlight casted through the windows. Both charcoal and paint mixed on the pads of your fingers as you blend the lines that sketched Klahadore's jawline.

You take a left turn, perching onto a windowsill with especially marvelous moonlight. Lamplight, or sunlight even, looked too harsh for this singular piece of Klahadore. You continued to work in peaceful silence, adding a curve here, an edge there…

Kuro approached your spot, footsteps soft, and hummed lowly over your shoulder. "Oh, dear."

You yelp, angling your sketchbook the other way. But too late. "Klahadore! You scared me."

"My apologies," he smiled softly. "I couldn't help but be curious about what you had been sketching…"

"Careful. You know what curiosity does to cats." you murmur to yourself, scraping the edge of your sketchbook using your nails.

It was a nervous habit that made Kuro smile wider. "I am flattered, believe me. However, I haven't given you my permission nor my consent to create my self portrait. In light of Miss Kaya's birthday."

You open your mouth. Then closed it. And opened it again. "I-I have no excuse. I didn't plan to show this one to anybody, anyway."

"Good." he said. "It shall be our little secret."

Your eyes shot to him, and his sly smile. Did he know about your affections? Or was he bluffing? All the observation skills of a painter and yet you couldn't read his damn face.

"Please don't stay up so late," he reached out to gently clasp one of your hands between both of his own. The closest you've gotten to touching him thus far. "There is no need to hide your art from me. I'd hate to see your health decrease, after all."

In the moonlight, the way your pupils dilated was clear for Kuro to see. A faint blush comes to your cheeks as you nod, softly pulling your hand away. He allows you to. "Thank you. Good night, Klahadore."

"Good night, Miss Y/n."

You walked past him, but if you'd have glanced behind, you would've seen the expression in his face harden. Sharpen as he considered how you would participate in his mission.

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[angeli-fucking-cat]

i hope all the fanfic writers i follow are okay and kicking, i miss seeing your updates in my notifs pookies

#hazbin hotel x reader #mahito x reader #yandere bakugou x reader #slasher smut #castlevania x reader #klahadore x reader #x reader

[trashmammal-goes-brrrr]

Got some Klahadore/Kuro headcanons I need to get out of my system! So I will write them down and post them later

(Actually the first time I wanna make something I write public, I am nervooouuus)

#klahadore #op live action #opla #one piece live action #one piece kuro #kuro x reader #klahadore x reader #captain kuro #kuro of a hundred plans #headcanons #opla headcanons #kuro headcanons

[tinfairies]

Being whiny one day, complaining about everything, but mumbling with your fingers in your mouth everytime you talk. He's getting fed up with it, he'll ask a question and can hardly understand you.

He's at his desk, trying to work, but you're being a nuisance.

"Get your damn fingers out of your mouth, I can't understand you." He snaps. You huff and pull your hand from your face, then repeat what you said. It was something bratty of course, something about how he's not paying attention to you and that's why he doesn't understand.

He rolls his eyes, "Stop complaining or I'll give you something to whine about."

You huff again, then go to put your fingers back in your mouth. He grabs you're wrist and tugs it back down to your side. "What the hell did I just say?"

Ignoring him, you bring your other hand hand up to put it in your mouth. Once again he grabs your wrist, but then bends you over his lap. He quickly swats your ass, and pulls your head up by your hair. "Keep your fingers out of your mouth, or I'll fill it with something else."

Zoro, Mihawk, Crocodile, Law, Smoker, Kuro, Zeff

#smut #One piece smut #One piece x reader #One piece #op x reader #op smut #opla smut #opla x reader #Opla #Roronoa Zoro #dracule mihawk #roronoa zoro x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #Sir Crocodile #sir crocodile x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #Captain Smoker #Kuro #klahadore #red leg zeff #one piece zeff

[fanaticsnail]

You Kissed the Clown? Part 4

Ok, this chapter got out of hand. I had been dwelling on it for a little while before I did a final few readthroughs. There might be still some grammatical errors and formatting issues, but here it is!

Word count: 4,675 (I am so, so sorry!)

Part 3 is here.

 After marinating in the deep warm liquid of the large porcelain tub for what you deemed to be an appropriate amount of time, you stepped out of the soapy liquid and dried yourself with a large, fluffy towel. Placing a robe from within the bathroom around yourself and gathering your pile of dirty clothes, you made your way back down the hall to find the guest quarters containing your friends.

Your hair was wrapped up in the fluffy towel in an attempt to dry the strands with more haste than simply air drying it. Your bare feet being the only sounds omitting from the long hallway, you strained your ear to hear light conversation coming from the guest quarters. You reached for the door handle, let out a deep breath and made to face your mismatched crew of straw-hat pirates.

“Oh my dear, how was your bath?” Nami asked you once she saw your form entering the space.

“It was relaxing, thank you,” you responded with a sweet smile. You raked your eyes over her and studied the fine clothes she was wearing.

“Wow, red is absolutely your colour!” you exclaimed at her, gesturing to the dress she had chosen to wear for the evening.

“Where were you when I needed you, tinkerer?” she smiled before turning to Zoro and Luffy, “this is what I was talking about. You guys didn’t give me anything to work with!”

Zoro scoffed and craned his head back to stare at the ceiling while Luffy craned his head to the side in confusion.

“I said you still looked like Nami,” he shrugged, “and you do! What was I meant to say?”

You rolled your eyes and laced your arm in Namis, leading her to the vanity and sitting her on the stool in front of it.

“I’m thinking hair up?” you suggested with a downturned smile, quirking your eyebrow in suggestion. She shrugged and looked over her features.

“Definitely an updo,” you said, gesturing to her short locks. You used your eyes to ask permission to touch her hair, to which she nodded in response, “maybe a few face-framing pieces down. Lower to the nape of your neck I think. With some feathers?”

Her eyes seemed to brighten just a little as she nodded at your suggestion. You picked up the brush on the counter of the vanity and began to draw her hair into the palms of your hands and twirl pieces around your fingers. You heard Zoro move to the place behind the changing shield and begin removing his bathrobe and sorting through the clothes he had chosen.

“What are you wearing, Captain?” you called over your shoulder while holding your gaze on the locks of the orange-haired woman sat in front of you.

“Nami picked out these for me,” he said with a broad smile, “classy, no?”

You brought your eyes up to view your captain in the silver lined mirror in front of you, looking over the dark vest and pant combination held in front of him.

“Very you, love,” you nodded, returning your eyes to the hair in front of you as you began pinning some of the pieces in place. You smiled slightly, catching Nami fawning slightly over herself as you fashioned her hair to suit your vision.

“How did you get so good at this?” she asked you, meeting your eyes in the vanity, “this girly stuff.”

“My mother,” you responded with a smile, “she used to wear her hair showcasing several of our handmade pieces to demonstrate our craft to the customers in the shop.”

You placed a few white-tipped feathers in Nami’s lower bun, securing them with several small brass pieces. Nami nodded slightly for you to continue talking.

“And when she deemed me ready,” you said, focussing on one brass piece and slotting it within her hair, “that task fell to me.”

You smiled at your work, placing your hands on her shoulders and bringing your face down to her level and looked at her in the vanity.

“You’re really good,” she commented, turning her head slightly to gaze at the back. You picked up a smaller mirror and held it to the back of her hair and angled it in a way she could see the rear of her updo.

“Thank you,” you responded warmly. She offered you a sincere smile and you placed your hand once more on her shoulder.

You heard Zoro cough, prompting you to turn to view his attire. You let out a low whistle and Nami nodded in approval at the dark suit he chose with a tanned shirt beneath it.

“Nice ensemble, swordsman,” you complimented him with an arched brow, which he in turn smiled at the ground in response to your words, almost bashfully.

“Now,” Nami said, interrupting your train of thought slightly while rising from her seat at the vanity, “lets sort you out. Can’t have you attending dinner in a bath robe with your hair in a damp towel.”

You laughed at her comment and followed her lead to the many racks containing a vast collection of tinted silks, satins, chiffon, cotton and feathers. Several items drew you in, but one in particular had you buzzing slightly. A deep, blue dress held you in a trance as you pictured the colour matching the irises of your newly infatuation’s eyes. You reached for the material and smoothed your hands over the frock. Several layers of tulle, fine satin and chiffon fell over the gown with a corset-style back. You held the fabric as you imagined yourself being twirled before being held in the arms of the clown captain. Your eyes began to glaze over as you leant in to your fantasy, imagining the music playing as he held your body against his and whispered his loving desires into your hairline.

“That one?” you heard Zoro ask over your shoulder, noticing how close he truly was to you. This immediately broke the spell you felt over encumbered by. You shook your head before presenting the material to him.

“Oh, I’m sorry Zoro. Did you want to wear it?” you taunted him while removing the hanger from the rack and holding it up to his torso and furrowed your brows in playfulness, “not really your colour.”

You heard Nami laugh as she continued to sift through the racks for something more appropriate than a ballgown for you to wear to dinner. You laughed and turned to put the dress back onto the hanger, only to have your movements halted by Zoro grasping your wrist lightly.

“You’re thinking about the clown again, aren’t you,” he murmured in your ear, in a low enough tone that only you (to your current knowledge) would be exposed to. You inhaled sharply before shaking your head and putting the gown back onto the rack and turning to face him. While training with him and discussing the prior battle he engaged with against Buggy, he noticed how your expression changed. Your posture would stand slightly less alert, eyes glazed over slightly as you pictured the shared kiss in your mind again.

You challenged him with your eyes, opting to not speak to give yourself away. The way his eyes searched yours left an unsettling feeling in your chest.

“You know he’s murdered potentially millions, destroyed towns and nearly killed us, right?” he asked you, holding his hard gaze. You felt a small wave of sadness come over you at the thought of the violent crimes he had committed in his acts of piracy.

“You can’t change a person that far gone,” he uttered to you, breaking his gaze from you to look at your captain, “and if you leave, it’ll break him.”

You followed Zoro’s gaze to look at your captain, now freshly adorning his vest and pants. He reached up to readjust his straw hat and smiled broadly at you both.

“What do you think?” Luffy asked, and without missing a beat; Nami responded.

“You look like Luffy,” she yelled over her shoulder. You saw the captain smile and nod his head in response.

“You’re right. I do look like Luffy,” he confirmed, sitting down on the plush stool in the centre of the room again.

You felt Zoro remove his hand from your wrist and place it on your shoulder as he leant in closer to you and whispered into your ear.

“You can do better than some psychotic clown,” he said before releasing your shoulder from his grasp and turning to take up his swords and fix them on his hip. You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, shaking your head slightly at the words and continuing to sort through the materials.

“This is the one,” you heard the voice of Nami call from a rack several isles over.

You turned your head to look at the dress she was cradling in her arms. The way you could describe the outfit she was holding out to you would be whimsical. Something from within the pages of the novels you would read while attending the shop back home.

You smiled broadly and took the dress from her arms with a wide smile.

“This is beautiful,” you commented, immediately taking the dress behind the changing screen and pooling the robe at your feet. You stepped into the dress and brought it over your hips first, before placing your arms in the sleeves and pulling it over your torso. You stepped out from behind the screen to reveal the dress. Nami smiled at you as you presented your back to her.

“Would you mind doing me up?” you asked her, pulling the strands of your drying hair over your shoulder to aid her with her task.

“This looks so good on you!” she commented, placing her hand on your zipper and pulling it to the hilt. You walked over to the vanity and looked yourself over, nodding in affirming her words.

“You’re right, it suits me,” you declared while running your fingers through your hair and beginning to fashion it in a style you were accustomed to wearing in your family’s shop. You placed several sentimental pieces of jewellery in your hair, interlacing them between several braids you managed to weave in a few minutes.

A knock appeared at the door, indicating it was time to commence the birthday meal of Miss Kaya, you walked to the side of your captain with a smile.

“Well,” he said, “let’s go eat!”

He offered his arm to you, which you took with a laugh and allowed him to escort you to the foyer where several variety of hors d’ouevres were being offered on silver platters by the staff. You accepted a class of sparkling wine from the tray while retracting your arm from Luffy’s elbow.

Luffy sprung to commence his dining experience, opting to skip the beverages and go straight to the source of the delicious smell he had been craving. You were left alone slightly, as Zoro was speaking with Klahadore, Nami was conversing with Usopp and Kaya while the other members of staff would offer trays of food and beverages to your crew and another man who was introduced to you as ‘Merry’.

You continued to have the uneasy feeling of being watched by someone, often peaking from the corners of your eyes to catch the source in the act – only to find nothing awaiting your gaze. You sighed and raised the champagne flute to your lips and took a small sip of the tart, bubbling liquid.

“Something the matter?” you heard a voice purr to you, pulling you from your trance to meet the gaze of Klahadore. You felt yourself jump a little at his introduction, bringing your attention fully onto him. You sighed before smiling at him, hoping he did not sense your uneasiness at his presence.

“I’ve not had a good pampering for some while, Mister Klahadore,” you said with a warm smile, “I’ve been at sea for longer than I ought to have been, I think.”

He hummed in response, offering you a fresh glass of champagne; which you accepted graciously. He took the empty glass from your hand and replacing it with the full one, “you seem to be one affiliated with the finer things in life.”

“I have been educated, yes,” you responded, narrowing your eyes slightly at his accusation.

“I mean no disrespect,” he said, using the palm of his hand to adjust his glasses closer to his eyes, “you just do not seem like one suited for piracy.”

You maintained your narrowed eye contact, scepticism displayed in questioning his unintentionality of the subtle jab.

“Yet here you are,” he continued, pausing between each word.

“Here I am,” you confirmed with a smile, raising your glass to your lips and sipping at the wine while looking over to make eye contact with the swordsman of the crew. You widened your eyes at him, hoping for him to catch on to your subtle cry for help at being left alone with this unsettling figure. As unaware as one could be in this type of situation, Zoro pointed to the butler with his chin and shook his head in question. You mentally screamed at him, hoping for some unnatural telepathic ability to inflict great harm on the clueless swordsman before attempting to calm yourself and returning your gaze to the butler at your side.

“You’ll be escorted to the workshop after supper,” he said with a twinge in the corner of his mouth before continuing with a small list, “there will be a work bench, some oil, some better tweezers, screws, nuts, bolts, a red hot poker, soldering metal, a blackened glass visor, magnifying glass, and to rehash your words; how did you put it?”

You widened your eyes as Klahadore leant in ever so slightly to your ear and purred into it like one would taunt a helpless, flightless infantile bird.

“A bloody stiff drink,” he uttered with a small chuckle in your ear. You sharply inhaled a breath at this comment and stepped slightly away from the butler, prompting him to teeter his laughter slightly and readjust his glasses before adding, “I’ll escort you myself after I lay Miss Kaya to rest in her chambers.”

You nodded your head to him with an uneasy smile, confirming your attendance before walking over to the place Zoro was standing.

“What the hell was that,” you whispered in a berating manner at him.

“What the hell was that,” he said in the same hushed tone, gesturing to the place you were once standing in with the butler, “when I said you could do better than the clown, I didn’t mean moving on from one unhinged weirdo to the next.”

“What the hell, Zoro,” you hissed at him through clenched teeth, “I was giving you the signal.”

“That you wanted to kiss him? Yeah, I saw,” he whispered back.

You groaned at the comment, using all of your willpower to not smack the swordsman upside the head. Breaking you out of your thoughts, you were alerted to the beginning of the dinner by Klahadore as he escorted Miss Kaya to the head of the table.

“I’ll give you a lesson on what the signal is later, swordsman,” you hissed at him, brushing past him and plastering a fake smile on your features as you entered the dining room.

Unlike your companions, you had been trained in debutant-like manners in your education for formal negotiations with upper-classed individuals. You waited for Klahadore to ensure Miss Kaya was comfortably sat in her chair before reaching for your own to take a seat, unlike Zoro, Luffy, Usopp and Nami who sat down as soon as they found their designated chairs. You mentally sighed at their inappropriate table manners before nodding to Miss Kaya and taking a seat at the table.

You commenced your meal after Miss Kaya took her fist bite, enjoying the meal so dutifully prepared for you; choosing to keep yourself away from engaging in conversation with the troop. You were feeling so unlike yourself, completely thrown by the act you had committed days prior. Usually, you displayed your bubbly, semi-flirtatious and intelligent personality with an organic ease. You furrowed your brows at the thought that the clown had a fierce hold on your very soul, a pull urging you to bring yourself over to him and give in to your unbridled emotions.

And at this thought, you finally snapped. You refused to dwell on the improbable circumstances of ever seeing Captain Buggy again, and especially foster a romantic relationship with the; as Zoro so eloquently put it: some psychotic clown. You had come too far in your crafting skills, education and ability to challenge a persons apprehensions with your charisma to throw it all away to be some love-struck puppy for a powerful sea-captain on an insane rampage. You shook your head from your thoughts and plastered a smile on your face and began to make conversation with Merry who was seated beside you.

You were shocked when Luffy decided to stand up on the table and walk over to the woman who had so openly invited to host you within her halls that your words halted in your throat, causing you to do nothing but to gawk at the scene presented before you.

“Everyone, out of this house at once!” Klahadore demanded, to which Kaya responded.

“No,” she said with a gentle cough, “it’s late. Let them stay the night.”

Klahadore reached for Kaya, bringing her to her feet and beginning to escort her to her bedchambers.

“As you wish, Miss Kaya,” he relented, “but they are to be out first thing in the morning.”

He led her up the stairs, causing you to rise to your feet and bid Kaya goodnight.

“Well, that went pretty well,” exclaimed Luffy with a playful smile, “don’t you think?”

Silence engulfed the dinner guests seated around the table as they all contemplated the sheer ignorance of their young captain. You rolled your head back with closed eyes, hearing a slight click front your left side as you groaned at the knowledge you were about to undertake handling a potentially dangerous item for the cat-like butler.

“I’m retiring to the guest quarters,” you exclaimed, turning with a smile to the ram-looking Merry and giving him a polite bow.

“Sleep well,” he said with a wide smile. You gestured with your eyes to your remaining comrades and suggested with a subtle crane of your neck to exit from the dining room. Nami sprung to her feet after pushing her chair back in response to your gaze. Zoro creased his brows and shook his head in question, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“At least someone understands what ‘the signal’ is,” you said under your breath, linking your arms with Nami and escorting one another up the stairs towards the suite you were all sharing.

You both walked in silence towards the room, enjoying being in the comfort of just the two of you. She seemed to pay close attention to several of the more shiny pieces littering the many benches throughout the hall as you walked.

“Did you live in a place like this?” she asked you, continuing to fix her gaze on a gold-dipped light fixture.

“Absolutely not,” you replied with a small smile, “I grew up with my siblings in an apartment above the shop.”

She hummed in response, continuing the slow pace you kept on your way to the suite.

“You would work with stuff like this, though?” she unlaced your arms and picked up a pristine silver box and weighed it in her palm, “rich people, stuff.”

You sighed and took the box from her hands, “yes, I worked with this stuff.” You placed the item back on the bench before turning to smile at her.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked her with a shrug, “that we were well off? That I was exposed to the finer things in life?”

She creased her brows and crossed her arms at your comments. You sighed and took a step towards her.

“Look, Nami,” you said, placing your hands on her shoulders, “I did overhear parts of your conversation with Zoro. Eat the rich and all that.”

She unlaced her arms and widened her eyes a little at your statement.

“Wealth doesn’t equate to happiness,” you said, searching your gaze into hers, “and every penny I earnt was spent running the shop, and caring for my fourteen younger siblings when my mother passed.”

She let out a small gasp at your declaration and gave you a look of slight sympathy.

“Now,” you said, releasing her shoulders from your gentle grasp with a smile, “let’s agree to not judge one another for our histories and move on. I won’t pity you or pry your past from you, and we don’t question one another’s life choices, yeah?”

She nodded slightly at your words and you both continued on to your chambers.

BONUS BELOW

Holding a hand up to his missing ear, the famed clown captain sat atop his stage chair and hanging on to every word he managed to hear you disclose from its place among he assumed was the bottom of a skirt? His feet were both dangling over the left arm of the chair as he rested his head on the right arm, laying completely down on his back on the firm, wooden base.

He recalled letting out an insane amount of laughter at the fact that he had manage to unintentionally woo you with a simple kiss exchanged between you. He did not restrain his chuckles as he eaves-dropped the private conversation you seemed to be engaging with yourself about in the showers.

“How could this particular woman be so desperate for me,” he maliciously spat with an air of smug confidence surrounding him, “all I did was threaten her and in response, she kissed me.”

He laughed again, kicking his feet slightly at how utterly ridiculous the whole situation was. He pressed the blank space his right ear was no longer attached to and continued to listen to you argue with yourself.

“It wasn’t even that good of a kiss anyhow,” he heard you mutter to yourself in an echoing room.

“Not that good of a kiss, my right ass-cheek,” he growled, sitting up from his reclining position and planting his feat on the ground, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees, “it blew your absolute mind, baby. You’re crazy about me!”

He smirked at his own comment, before an uneasy feeling in the pit of his chest began to grow slightly.

“I didn’t even enjoy it that much,” he heard you say, also listening to the sound of a tap filling something large.

“Didn’t enjoy it that much?!” He yelled in a slight fit of rage, bringing the attention of Cabaji as he entered the tent. Buggy’s frown deepened at your words as he felt his chest bubble slightly at the feeling of inadequacy.

“Who are you talking to, Captain?” he asked.

“Shut-up!” he barked at him, “get out, I’m busy!”

Cabaji held his hands out defensively in front of himself and backed away slowly to return to the green room, leaving Buggy alone with his thoughts.

Buggy had a deep frown plastered on his face as he continued to hang onto every word he heard escape your lips.

“He could’ve been faking,” he heard you whisper to yourself, “it could’ve all been an act, a trick to lull me into a false sense of security, only to kill me after he was done with whatever he was doing with Luffy.”

“No,” he felt himself whimper slightly at your comment, dropping his frown and widening his eyes. The pit in his chest appeared to be growing and overcoming him slightly. He brought his other hand up to his lips and traced them with his fingertips lightly, attempting to bring the memory of the taste of you back to his skin.

His memory was flooded with your tender touch. His immediate reaction to push you away and inflict harm on you for daring to pull his body into yourself completely dissipated as you gently brought his body flush against your own and placed your lips against his. He remembered his sinister frown falling away from his brows as they turned upward in shock as he whimpered like some touch-starved stray animal against your embrace. Against his better judgement, he wanted nothing more than to hold you there for as long as you were willing to freely give him. He remembered lacing his gloved hand into your hair and pulling you gently into his embrace, squeezing the soft flesh of your back.

He had never felt a touch like yours before. This was his first encounter with another person so willing to freely express this amount of affection to him, he never wanted to part from your embrace – even ignoring the fact he felt you reach into his pocket to claim one of his throwing knives. He didn’t care if you were going to attempt to stab him in that moment, he would survive and you would look completely and utterly stupid. He was enjoying your touch and didn’t want to tear himself away from your clutches to brace himself for something as small as a dagger in his side.

While bracing himself in expectation of feeling the sharp object to be pried into the flesh you were exposing beneath his jacket, he felt your hands begin to explore his flesh, prompting a unrestrained moan to escape his lips. He wanted more. He wanted all of you, to be with you completely. If you were not holding him so firmly against yourself, he felt as if he would’ve become a puddle of broken pieces below your feet. Your touch brought him to his knees, in a hypothetical sense.

He cradled the empty space his right ear was missing from and felt overcome with the need to be in your presence. He was brought from his concentration on your words as he shook his head to bring him back into the present.

“What the hell?” he asked himself, looking at the position he was sitting in while cradling his ear, “why am I so focussed on you? I don’t even know your name!”

He gasped as he heard the final words escape from between your lips in a tone just above a whisper.

“I think I’m in love with Buggy the Clown.”

His jaw grew slack as he opened it in shock, the feeling in his chest warming his torso with an uncomfortable new emotion. His body slumped back into the broad backboard of his chair as he shook his head slightly, mouth continuing to hang agape in shock.

He felt his eyes begin to glaze over slightly, replaying your final words over and over again within his mind like a well-lit merry go round.

“That’s-,” he uttered in a voice below a soft murmur, “that’s all I ever wanted.”

He felt the well within his chest overflow and shoot tingles throughout his body. He closed his jaw and gulped back the saliva collected in his mouth as he continued to focus on your confession. He dropped his hand down from the empty space beside his head and hung it beside his shocked body. He looked down at his chest as the warmth continued to spread over his form as he came to understand the emotion he was feeling.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered with a wide grin forming on his face, a subtle bashfulness arising alongside a large warmth to his cheeks, “I love you too, baby.”

He let out a teetering giggle with a twinkle in his eyes as he came to terms with the adoration he had developed for you. He couldn’t wait to see you again, to tease you before pulling you into his arms. His love, his queen. His.

Part 5

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[snippychicke]

So kuro IDEAS..

How do you feel about like...enemies to lovers? Like so if Kuro has like a weird relationship with one of the staff of the mansion? Kind of one upping each other to care for Kaya.

Heh, I was working on this… and then my beta reader/friend pointed out it was more hate!sex vibes than enemies to lovers. So while I will be posting that in the future… It also meant I ended up restarting this, which is why it took so long. 

You and Klahadore were rivals, though not in the common sense. 

You had been taking care of Miss Kaya since she was just learning to walk. First as more of a babysitter/playmate when you were a young teen, and then as her personal maid as you both grew.

So when Klahadore had somehow assumed command of the household staff and was obviously trying to garner the new lady of the house’s favor, you were less than thrilled. 

Kaya was your charge. You didn’t care for the rest of the manor, or anything like that. But he was not about to usurp your position. 

So your rivalry was for taking care of the teen after the death of her parents. Though Klahadore was more the strict parental figure that had a soft spot whenever Kaya gave him a pleading look (Such as when he discovered Usopp visiting). Whereas you were more the big sister, happily conspiring with her in various plans. 

If she wanted some fish instead of the ‘medicinal soup’ that seemed to become the mainstay of her diet, you’d sneak down to the village and buy something freshly fried and bring it to her. If she wanted to travel into the village--which Klahadore was very much against due to the unseen dangers-- you and Usopp would find a way to keep the butler distracted for at least a few hours. 

Well, you kept Klahadore busy while Usopp escorted her into town. And keeping him distracted but not suspicious was a trial in itself. At first it was difficult, and Klahadore caught on more than a few times--whether it was for when the two teens were sneaking out, or if Usopp was merely visiting-- and was never happy. His protective streak fueled his irritation, and more often than not it ended up with you  

But then you started to actually learn about Klahadore, and then your ‘mission’ became easier…and also more enjoyable. A very weak question of ‘what’s your favorite animal’ revealed he was fond of cats, which had been the crack in the mystery of Klahadore. 

Because you loved cats. And convincing Kaya to request a few cats to ‘keep the vermin away’ was an easy task, meaning soon there were a few felines wandering the manor and the sprawling estate. You even caught Shem and Buchi playing a few times with the new ‘recruits’, making you smile. 

Discussions about the latest antics of the manor’s newest residents led to talking about other things with the butler. You found out he did enjoy a glass of wine once in a while but despised drunkards, he had been to several different islands around the East Blue before washing up on the shore of the Gecko Islands. He insisted he was neutral when it came to the Marines and the World Government, but you didn’t miss the slight sneer of disgust when news of them were splayed in the newspaper.  

Then there were the things you learned without really talking. He was constantly on high alert. There was no  chance of trying to sneak up on this man. He was also rather suspicious, verging on paranoid. There had been a lot of odd looks when you had first begun…and hence how often he figured out you were trying to distract him purposefully. Add the fact Klahadore was rather sharp-minded, and you had a feeling he was well aware what you were up to, but was instead amusing you along with Kaya. Maybe because he was as soft on the girl as you suspected… 

Or maybe he enjoyed spending time with you, just as you were. 

The realization hit you when he sought you out for once. You had been ironing some of Kaya’s favorite outfits when you felt a faint tap on your shoulder, making you jump. There was a sly smile on Klahadore’s face when you turned around, causing you to narrow your eyes and wave the iron threateningly towards him. “Are you trying to get burnt?”

His smile never wavered as he gently took the iron from your hand and set it down. “I’m finding that risk isn’t as great as I once thought,” he answered, which made little sense to you, but that was pushed out of your mind when he took your arm in his and pulled you away from the ironing board. “I found something I believe you should enjoy.” 

You were really confused as he led you down to the cellars, where the vast amount of Kaya’s parent’s wine collection sat (mostly) untouched. Back in the darker corner, you heard soft little mews before Klahadore pulled back one of the heavy curtains that hid the open window in the stone wall. Laying in a nest of scraps of fabrics you recall had gone missing over the last few weeks was one of cats with a litter of multicolored kittens. 

“Oh my god!” you whispered as you pressed closer to Klahadore (completely as a way to keep you from picking up the newborns. No other reason.) “Babies! I thought she was looking like she was about ready to pop.” 

“I stumbled upon them just this morning,” he explained softly, kneeling down and pulling you down with him. “I assume she gave birth sometime through the night.”

“We should set out some fresh water down here for her, and food. Oh! And I’m sure there’s some old towels that would keep them warmer than those scraps. I wonder…” you trailed off, happening to glance at the man beside you. Those dark eyes were focused on you again, full of warmth and amusement as he smiled softly. Something about his expression made your heart flutter and your face warm in contrast to the cool air of the wine cellar. “What?” 

“Your compassion never ceases to surprise me,” he admitted, which did little to help your blush. “It’s… endearing.” 

“I recall someone not too long ago called me a bleeding hearted fool for assisting Kaya to sneak down to the fireworks festival.” 

Something shifted in his dark eyes as he looked back to the kittens. “I admit, I am prone to being overprotective of the girl. And I don’t take others sneaking around my back very well. But in hindsight, I’m aware you only have Miss Kaya’s wellbeing in mind when you allow such things to occur.”  

You bit your lip before sighing. “I’m sorry, Klahadore. I really don’t like it either, but I just can’t seem to say no to her. But, on the plus side, I got to know you better. And I’ve really enjoyed that.” 

His free hand reached up to touch your hand that was still wrapped around his arm.  “I have as well. Which is why I was wondering if perhaps you had any plans this weekend. I overheard that Miss Kaya and Usopp have plans in town, and was hoping maybe we could have an evening to ourselves.” 

Your blush returned in full force and your heart traveled to your throat. Was it your imagination running away? Or was he intending to have that sound rather romantic? Especially with his fingers still gently caressing your knuckles. “I-I think I could clear my schedule. For you.” God, why did you have to say it like that?!

The internal-criticism fell silent as he looked back to you, his smile widening. “Then it’s a date.”

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[illicitwildestdreams]

Me: I don't have a knife kink.

Caption Kuro: Yes you do.

Me: Yes I do.

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[since-im-already-here]

Permit me to remind you

 Part 2 

Art by Zitszy - found on pinterest

“My darling, permit me to refresh your memory.”  

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Just as he was about to close the gap between you, finally placing his hand upon your cheek, you hear a faint bell ringing. The bell attached to the corner of the kitchen wall jangled with rattled chimes echoing throughout the kitchen.  Miss Kaya is in need of assistance, which means you would not have adequate time to discuss what transpired between you at present.

“Miss K-Kaya?” you nervously stated, shivering slightly at the warmth of his hand leaving your face.

“I must continue my duties,” He stated, trailing his hand slowly down your cheek before slinking away from you, “I will see you in my office later.” Your blush hurried to swell your cheeks at the thought of what is to come from meeting in his office after hours, watching him fix his collar and turn to walk away. 

Coughing gently out your fluster and composing yourself,  he halted his footfalls, tilting his head to glance at you over his shoulder. Once he shamelessly raked his eyes over your body for any injury or affliction: he noticed you were simply masking your successful fluster, he smirks and pushes up his glasses with the palm of his hand.

Once Klahadore was out of sight, you let out a sigh and moved yourself from the kitchen; just as Sham came into the kitchen to start on the amassment of dirtied dishes. 

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Once concluding your business with Kaya, bringing her a simple glass with cool water to aid her respiration, you find yourself back in your room. You mentally debate the positives and rebuttals of meeting with Klahadore in his office. On one hand, you really want to meet with your boss, and the thought sparks your body alight with shivers of anticipation. 

But on the other, you don’t think it’s a very sound decision to make. He was your boss, you a subordinate beneath him. The thought of ‘beneath him’ sparked another shudder to spring from the crown of your head to your toes. You shake your head to rid yourself of the thought, reprimanding yourself for thinking in the more positive light, as opposed to seeking out the negatives in the argument.

If you were to have a relationship with him, even just physical, it would shift the whole dynamic of the workplace environment. The status-quo would be forever changed. 

Would it be for the night only? Would he wish to bind himself to you completely, physically and mentally? Did he simply desire to reprimand you for igniting your curiosity by pressing your lips to his? Did you truly desire such a relationship?

Walking over to your vanity, you pick up your hairbrush and begin to harshly rake at your hair with a firm hand. As you continue to brush out your hair, your thoughts spiral through your head: like the rainwater collected on Kaya’s mansion roof, shooting down the metal catchments and filling the dam to the point of bursting. 

“Get ahold of yourself, idiot,” you cursed at yourself, your eyes meeting your own within your reflection, “It was just a kiss. An insignificant kiss. A kiss that you should not be dwelling on for so long. It is unbecoming of a woman such as yourself-.”

Breaking you away from your swirling thoughts: a quiet rap of knuckles meeting your door drew you from monologuing aloud further. Thinking it was Sham coming to check your room for forgotten tea cups, you hastily call out to her. 

“Just a moment Sham,” You turned your head away from the mirror to throw your words over your shoulder, “I’m just getting ready for bed-.” 

“-So, you did choose to disobey me?” The purr of a warm, sly voice answers your call in return.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch the door handle rattle and rotate. As it began to turn, the door milliseconds away from flinging wide to reveal the cause of your grievances; you hastily thrust your body into motion, moving quickly to slam yourself against the door. No thoughts in your head came to you, other than a brief fear of reprimand flooding you to spring to motion. The voice behind the threshold of the doorframe chuckles in a dark rumble, the audible smirk elevating his line of questioning.

“Are you sure you want to play this game darling?” His voice ticked up in his distinct quirk, an almost playful smirk springing over his vocal tone, “I was only coming to talk,” you heard the sound of his gloved hand tracing the wood of the door, sliding down the frame as he spoke, “But we can play if that’s what you want.” 

White hot heat floods through your body at his words, the panic in your eyes and harsh beat of your heart thumping against your ribcage. Leaning your back softly against the door, you closed your eyes as you focussed on the words you desired to relay onto him.

“Klahadore please,” you whimpered through your whispered words, “Just give me this night to think, I'm still not too sure of what we were-... -what we are doing.” Your words almost convince you, but the waver in your voice as you cried your plea sounded a bit too desperate. Too needy. 

“And for that reason I was hoping to speak with you, Darling,” He withdrew his gloved hand from the wood and hovered it just above the grain, “Open the door. I promise not to touch you, if that is what you truly want.”

The head of fresh blood rushes to your cheeks as you imagine his hands on you again: the firmness of his grasp, the tender embrace of his lips oscillating with your own, the brush of his dark hair over your forehead meeting with the cool metal of his spectacles-. 

Your thoughts were drawn away from themselves once more at the rattle of the door handle beginning to move again. You shook your head, reopening your eyes as you hardened your resolve to focus on this heavy conversation. Would it hurt so much to just let him in? 

Turning to face the grain of the door, you hastily made your decision to allow your boss permission to enter your suite. Moving your feet slowly backwards, the door opens to reveal the darkened silhouette of the man of your affections; the man who held you so tenderly nights prior, the man who was your boss.  

You attempt to calm the rise of your beating heart as you see him, the patter rattling harshly and causing your breaths to fall from your lips in anxious pants. He was exactly the same as you saw him last: raven hair slicked back to reveal his spectacle-clad face, his work suit just as immaculate and neat as they were mere hours prior. 

However, his aura had changed. There was something new lying beneath the surface. His grey orbs held a mystery behind them that propelled more anxiety to rise in your features. His pupils were slightly dilated, his lips only subtly parted, and his breathing was heavier and more unbridled as he drew in heaping gulps of the air surrounding you. He almost looks flustered.

Pushing his glasses up from his nose with the heel of his right palm, his eyes flutter down to your body and assess every dip and curve of your body beneath your sleepwear. The bob of his Adams Apple at halting where more skin was exposed to him than within your regular uniform had your heart rapidly beating further, prompting you to shield your body from him to conceal it beneath your forearms. 

Seeing you in your night attire seemed to only fluster him more. The heat in your face and the way your lips parted as you took in heavy breaths propelled his own heavy and deliberate breathing to further plague him. 

Clearing his throat, he began an attempt at trying to speak - but it seemed he couldn’t quite find the appropriate words to relay onto you. His sly manipulation for you to open the door depleted the last of his energy reserves for the night, his workload catching up to him at last. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you huffed out a breath and shook your head of any last thoughts holding you back.

“Klahadore, is it really appropriate for us to be meeting this late?” you glance at the hanging grandfather clock in the corner of your suite before drawing your eyes to return to his, “And in my bedroom of all places?” He sighed softly before stepping closer to your body, his hand elevating to reach for you. You swiftly stepped back, clicking your tongue in playful reprimand.

“Uh, uh,” you shook your head, “You said you wouldn’t touch me.” A shaken and growl-like sigh fled from his lips, his eyes finding yours once more and softening as he joined them with you. You cocked your head innocently to the side, uttering a simple, “Let’s just talk, please.” 

It is at this moment that you became suddenly aware of how truly little was shielding your nudity from his body. The sheer material of your nightdress clinging to your every curve, the outline of your body clearly seen on your quivering flesh. You quickly drew your eyes over your chest first, noticing the dip in fabric and the sheerness of the material before joining your eyes with his - wide and panicked. His eyes were heavy, continuously and hypnotically drawing below your collarbone with his breath shaking, before they snap back up to your eyes. 

Moving his hands back to his sides and stepping around you, he finds your plush and dimpled chaise at the end of your bed. The velvet material latches to his trousers as he sits upon its surface, patting the space beside him to beckoning you to join him. 

“If you desire me to sit by your side,” you arched your brow up and held your arms folded across your chest, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, given my attire.” You began feeling self-conscious at the notion that this was not only the first time he’s been in your room, he had never seen you in a state less than professional in your attire. 

Usually you are strong willed, firm in your ways, and set on making sure Kaya is happy as well as cared for. but right now you feel small in his gaze. Weak to his advances, you want to give in, sit next to him and let him engulf you completely but you are still unsure of what that would make you, what that would do to your somewhat flirty friendship.

“Look at you, timid and shy as a mouse, come here to me” He asks somewhat politely but his eyes tell you that he isn’t leaving much room for debate, his stare wanting you to fight back, wanting you to just try to defy him again. Just as you did in the kitchen.

“Klahadore i-“ you begin but are, rudely, interrupted.

“I know dear mouse, you just want to know what it meant hmm? Was it just to let off some steam? Was I toying with you? Trying to put you in your place after disobeying me?” The minute he started taunting you the minute that fire lit in you again, just as it did when you were being shunned in the kitchen 

“How dare you? Coming into my chambers at this hour, speaking to me like I'm beneath you?” As you begin to fume with disgust you realise this is exactly what he wants you to do. He wants you to get frustrated, he knows that’s the only way to get complete control over you. Get you frustrated and upset, then begin his advances with his touches and his kisses, demanding control over your body and syphoning your frustration into lust for him to relieve you of. You have to admit it was indeed working because, even though you have discovered his intentions, you still want him to do it.

“Oh i do like that look on your face, little mouse, i’m sure the situation that we had in the wine cellar that night is weighing on you hmm?”, He folds his hands in his lap and leans back on the chaise’ backrest shuffling himself, legs spreading as he gets comfortable.

“No, it’s not weighing on me at all” you lie, eyes dropping to the floor then back up to him, his smirk. Bastard.

“No? Then why didn’t you come to my office? Instead you hide yourself away like a little mouse running from a cat” 

“Would you stop calling me a mouse!” you huff, your arms unwinding themselves from your chest and moving to grip your hips in anger. 

“i didn’t come to your office because it was getting late and you were still busy with your duties, i already told you before my working hours begin between the time my lady rises in the morning, and concludes once she is settled for the night, and i did not intend to stay up the night waiting for you to grace me with your presence!” you pant heavily after your words escape your mouth in a hurry. 

“oh? But was it not my orders to do so?” he challenges “just as it is now my orders for you to come and sit down” Your brain must have turned off for a second because you feel your body moving towards him and before you could stop yourself he moves forward and collects you, sitting you down beside him, and turning to you.

“Klahadore, what do you want from me?” taking a deep breath to calm yourself,you surge forward and grasp his hands tightly with your own

 “i respect you greatly, and i should not have engaged with you in such a way, Klahadore i’m sor-”

“There’s no need to apologise my dear, if i didn’t want it, i would have stopped you. I apologise for teasing. I do want to clear the air” raising his hand to your cheek, the invitation to touch you granted by your hands grasping his not a moment before seems to be consent enough for him. 

“As much as I do like teasing you, seeing you get frustrated was a highlight of my day most days, your willingness to bicker with me…well” he stops himself from going any further with that thought and begins another;

“that night was a particularly bad night for Miss Kaya, and i do worry for her. I needed to remove some stress and you were so willing-” Hearing this made you move away, his hand falling from your face,

“is that all it was to you? A release of stress? Well I'm glad it didn’t go any further than it did” you feel your eyes start to well with tears as you stand to walk to the door, waiting to usher him out. Instead as you stand and turn from him, he grabs your wrist and turns you to stand between his legs, your other hand immediately rises to your face to hide yourself from him.

“Let me finish, please Darling” his other hand reaches towards your face, to remove your hand, but you turn so slightly to hide yourself. The hand on your wrist removes itself to find a new home at your waist, drawing you closer.

“Look at me”, it sounds like an order but it’s really a plea, nobody wants to talk to a brick wall. Holding back your tears, you face him again. 

“You were so willing, to help me” he took a deep breath, prompting you to do the same,

“I had a lot of tasks so fulfil that day, days of unfinished dishes were piling up, Sham and Buchi were nowhere to be found - then you swoop in, offering to some soup up to Miss Kaya for me” he sighs out his breath “giving me a fresh breath of obedience that i just had to reward”

You go to move your hand out of his grasp to cover your ever heating face again, feeling another wave of embarrassment wash over you 

“shh sh sh, come here” you squirm as he pulls and you’re falling into his lap, legs swinging between his knees and hand landing on his chest. His hands begin to wander but stop when they reach your inner thigh and begin squeezing gently. You feel his breath on your neck, you stifle a moan as he begins whispering into it. 

“I would never use you, everything i want to do to you - i want you to be begging for it”

You start to think to yourself if it is actually embarrassment or that other red hot feeling. His hands are caressing your inner thighs but never moving above them, subtly teasing that he wants you to start begging for him to do something, but not saying he will. 

The confusion of the day, and the workload, finally weigh on you and you feel your body relaxing under his touch. Feeling the sudden mood shift, Klahadore brings his outer hand and begins rubbing up and down your back,

“My poor little thing, the day finally catching up with you? I suppose the threat of a formal reprimand got to you, hm?” his words aren't really being taken to mind as he pulls he stress from your body with just his hands, 

“Just relax for me i’ll make you feel better” it doesn't really register in your mind as you're being pulled to your feet and walked over to your bed. Already dressed for bed your body doesn’t feel the need for resistance, but you feel yourself objecting vocally as he situates himself onto your bed after tucking you under your covers,

“What’s the matter now darling?” he doesn’t move from his spot on your bed, sitting on the edge but close enough to touch you.

“No, it’s nothing, just tired I suppose” a headache starts to form, “but I don't want you to think I'm pushing you away or trying to avoid-” you begin to defend yourself.

“No pushing away, just sleep for tonight little mouse, perhaps another night we can play hm?” He swiftly moves himself up, standing over you, ready to leave the room but you grasp his hand before he can do so.

“Perhaps just one kiss Klahadore? To say goodnight?” you see him smirk at this as he leans down to give you a light peck, that you quickly deepen, wanting to feel him flushed again.

“Just a goodnight kiss my darling”, he moves away towards your door and makes a show of blowing out your dim burning candles on your vanity.

He says one final goodnight to you and closes your door, You faintly hear his footsteps leaving. Your headache worsens as you think to yourself. Perhaps you have been working too much lately, but if you were sick, surely the pot of tea you shared with Miss Kaya would help.

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[writingoddess1125]

Hi, I've been reading your One Piece stuff and was wondering if you'd ever consider writing for Kuro, no pressure or anything just wondering

Yeah! I actually do have a story already made for Kuro!

Hope you enjoy ;3

Kuro x FemReader

Angst and Spicy Themes

Cat Got Your Tongue?

"Lady Kaya, I have your tea ready" you say softly, setting down the delicate cup of warm milk tea with honey. She stared at it silently, her eyes still red from crying. It had been only a week since the passing of the Lord and Lady of the house- She was all you had left of them.. You had been their friend for years, your home having been raided by pirates in your youth leaving you penniless. It was those two who had taken you in, giving you a Job as the Nanny and Wetnurse of their only daughter Kaya. Who you saw as a daughter of your own.

"I miss them Nanny..." Her little voice trembled, Your own eyes filling with tears at hearing this. Kissing the top of her head.

"I miss them too Kaya..." You hugged her and felt her start crying in your arms. A loud knock on the door snapped both of you from your grief. Getting up you take Kaya with you tk the front door, Opening it cautiously as you spot the sheed headed man.

"Oh, Mister Merry. Please come inside" You say calmly opening the door fully for him.

Merry smiled proudly at you and Kaya, Stepping to the side as you took his wet coat to hang up.

"Ah! Miss (Y/N), I am happy to see you are still here" You nod gently at him as you return to Kaya side.

"Of course Sir Merry, I will never leave Kaya" you say softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"You have always been great with Kaya Miss (Y/N) But I worry for you managing such a large estate on your own. So I while out I met a Perfect Butler for the Home along with a maid and Chef he had with him!" Merry exclaimed proudly. Kaya looking up at you in question of this, you however feeling something odd about the convince of such a thing.

There a Man stepped inside, his black suit dampened with the rain as he adjusted his Glasses. He was tall, thin and imposing- Something not sitting right with you at seeing him.

"Good evening My Lady, I am Klahadore. I am humbly at your service" He bowed deeply, Kaya giving a kind smile at this as well.

"It's lovely to meet you Mr. Klahadore, I am Kaya" you heard your ward say sweetly. Also too kind to others who were ment to service her.

"Now Miss (Y/N) the house will be handed over to Klahadore for now, so that you may focus on Miss Kaya and her well being" Merry said cheerfully, Clearly proud of himself.

"...I see-" You whisper softly, while something in your gut told you there was something wrong with this man you gave a polite curtsey.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Klahadore. I place the home in your care as its Head Butler" You said calmly, But those words felt like a death sentence for you.

You felt his eyes watching your every move, it was like a cat watching a unexpecting Mouse.

"Now, Let us have a dinner to celebrate" Merry said cheerfully, Klahadore nodding to the larger man to his left who bowed.

"The kitchen is down the hall to the left Sir" You say calmly, the Chef giving you a curt smile and following the directions you offered.

"Yes.. let us" You say. Taking Kaya with you to change for dinner and get away from the new Butler's gaze.

At dinner you sat next to Kaya, talking and enjoying each others company as Merry joined along. Till Klahadore and the Maid came forth setting the table and the dishes for the evening.

"What is this?" You questioned, raising a brow at the plate presented by Klahadore.

"It is a braised giant shrimp in cream blue sauce" Klahadore said calmly, something didn't sit right about the dish. So you smiled at Kaya.

"Kaya, I'd like to taste the dish to know it is to your liking" You tell her, which she agrees.

"I do not think thay is necessary Miss (Y/N)" Klahadore starts but you give him a polite smile.

"Of course it is. You are still new" You point out making him narrow his eyes at you. Tasting the broth you furrow your brows, it tasted... odd. It wasn't bad per say but odd non the less.

"It should be fine..." You say softly, making Merry laugh heartily as his own plate was set down.

"Miss (Y/N) has always been so protective of Lady Kaya. But it's fine I swear Miss (Y/N) Miss Kaya is in good hands" You nod and continue on with the meal- You starting to feel a bit fatigued and tired. However after dinner you did your normal duties of bathing Kaya and getting her to bed.

That night you couldn't rest well, the dish and its odd smell making you feel unwell. You had tasted it and while you didn't care for it personally it just made you feel- Off. Getting up from your bed you decide a glass of water is needed, Grabbing a candle you start to head down to the kitchens.

Barefoot and silent as you try not to make any noise, still in your own thoughts about that evening.

Walking down to the kitchen area you hear whispering, Crouching down slowly so you not cast a shadow toj blow out your candle and listen.

"That damn Nanny is going to cause us more trouble! She has to go-" You hear Bachi hiss clearly angry with your presence.

"Yeah- She actually tasted that damn poison. If she starts to fall ill like Kaya then our whole plan will be busted- That and she's already suspicious of Captian Kuro" you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Captian Kuro? Of the Black Cat Pirates!? You start to shake and slowly crawl backwards from your crouched position, trying to create distance from the kitchen. You had to alert the village of this and sneak Kaya out!

"Well well well, I see a mouse has found its way to the kitchens-" You hear a deep voice rumble behind you. Before you can even begin to react you felt a hand grab your hair and yanked you to your feet, the wind being knocked from your lungs as you were slammed hard against the near by wall.

He had his arm raised and Blades ready to puncture your throat at a given moment. You stare at him, your eyes wide as fresh tears filled your gaze. Those sharp blades touching delicately on your throat, his gaze locked onto you.

You heard the shuffling of the other two rushing to see what the noise is and finding Kuro holding you against the wall.

"Sir did she-" Buchi started but got a glare from the Captian.

"Of course you fool- This is why I told you to not speak about this until we got her out!-" He growled making both Bachi and Sham flinch. His gaze turning back to you once more, those cold blades tapping the collar of your nightslip taking in disappointment.

"Such a shame... I do find you quite attractive-"

He hummed, In a flick of his wrist his blades Slicing through the front of your slip. You flinched as your bare chest hit the cold night air, Tears running down your cheeks as you sob. Sham looking away from you even at this-

"Such a shame indeed..." He hummed, tapping the tip of his blade against the dip between your breast causing light scratches to appear with small droplets of blood. Kuro was surprised by how much this aroused him, was it the tears running down your face? How your breast moved with every sob thay managed to squeeze from you? Or your nipples responding to the cold air- Whatever it was it sure was affective.

"I hate to be wasteful at times.. so your services will be changing- You will no longer be Serving Ms. Kaya, But me instead" He smirked at this, pride bubbling in his chest as he saw your face shift to shock and fear. "Besides- I'll need some for of stress relief if I'm going to be playing out this Con-" He smirked, pulling his blades away from your chest.

"Buchi- Grab her and take her to my quarters. Make sure not a peep leaves her and tie her wrist to the bedframe. Id hate for her to escape" He orders as the Chef quickly snatches you and shoves a cloth in your mouth, muffling your screams as you were hauled away. Kuro standing there with a grin as he adjusted his Glasses once more and hid his blades. It seems things would be more fun then he thought.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one peice live action #one piece #black cat pirates #Captian Kuro x Reader #klahadore #Captian Kuro #op Klahadore

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would you be open to klahadore x female painter reader where in she's at the manor painting kaya's portrait but whenever kaya needs to take a break from posing the reader always tries to sneak in a quick sketch of klahadore (and then at night she gets inevitably caught by him) PUHLEASEEEEE and thank yew <33

That's such a 🥺... Yes. It's a yes for me. Add that to the pot. Let's get cooking kids

#klahadore x reader #opla x reader #opla x f reader