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chaxiu · 1 year

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growing sideways

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem! reader

summary: kuroo tetsurou is all grown up. you think you might have to learn to let him go. or: an exploration of love, and loving things.

note: sorry that it's been so long!! college has been so silly funny goofy (derogatory) but i'm on break now and pretending that i dno't have to go back in a week.

sort of spoilers for occupations (kuroo, kenma, yaku) post-timeskip! (but also doesn’t really follow canonical futures… sort of a mess, to be honest.) my attempt at reconciling what i’d hoped for him and what he becomes. title taken from a noah kahan song of the same name that has next to nothing to do with the actual fic.

cw: mention of throwing up (doesn’t actually happen, though)

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When Kuroo Tetsurou gets scouted to a professional team in Russia, you’re the last person he tells. Technically, he doesn’t tell you at all – it’s Kenma who does, blinking up at you from behind a curtain of his hair.

“I thought he’d told you already,” he says, voice as apologetic as you’ve ever heard it, which is to say apathetic, as always, but with a dash of sympathy mixed in.

“No,” you say, because there’s nothing else left you can say. “He didn’t.”

Kenma doesn’t say anything, shifting his focus back to his game. You take the moment he offers you to exhale, quietly. To resituate yourself around this new hurt in your chest.

“Does everyone else know?” you ask. Kenma lifts one of his shoulders up, a half-shrug.

“Maybe not his mom,” he offers. This is poor consolation, and both of you know it – Kuroo hasn’t talked to his mother beyond stilted platitudes in years, not since she uprooted her life and his sister and half his chest and taken it with her, leaving a husband, a son, and a house with too many rooms.

“So he’s gonna take it, then,” you say. Kuroo is a lot of things – mercurial, bright, a pain in the ass when he puts his mind to it – but everyone knows that first and foremost, he’s a volleyball player. You’d realized it for yourself, back in your first year of university, when one of your friends had dragged you to a match and you’d spotted him, arms outstretched, fingers splayed and braced as if he thought he could hold a sun in his hands. When he’d landed, you’d caught sight of his grin, almost too large for his face.

Ah, you’d thought. So this is what it means to love something.

The next morning, at your eight-thirty introductory economics lecture, you’d shuffled in and put your head down on the desk, drifting closer and closer to sleep every second.

Then the person behind you had poked you, hard, and you’d let out a half-scream, jolting up in your seat in a way that made every single person in your lecture hall, including your professor, look at you.

The person behind you had started laughing – an ugly laugh, cackling like a hyena, the kind of laugh that made you want to join in, despite your burning embarrassment. You’d swiveled around to face him as the professor resumed his lecturing.

“What is wrong with you,” you’d hissed. It was the boy from yesterday– the middle blocker with the awful hair.

He’d raised his hands up in surrender, although there was still a crooked grin on his face. “Sorry, sorry,” he’d said. “Just was wondering if you had a pencil.”

“You know,” you’d said, fishing one from your bag. “There are easier ways to ask people for a pencil than giving them heart attacks.”

You’d passed the pencil to him, and he’d given you a jaunty little salute with it, one that made your lips curl up despite yourself. “I’ll keep it in mind,” he’d said, and you’d turned back around again, and that was that.

Except the next lecture, you’d arrived at your usual seat to find a disposable cup of coffee there, likely from the little cafe downstairs. You’d turned to the boy behind you, raising your eyebrows.

“As a thank you,” he’d shrugged, leaning back in his chair in a way you’d suspected was meant to be cool and casual. “And also so that you don’t keep falling asleep in lecture.”

“How do you know I’ve been falling asleep in lecture,” you’d said, a little grumpily, pulling the cup towards you and taking a sip nonetheless. It wasn’t your usual order, but it was drinkable, and if you were being honest, you’d need all the caffeine you could get.

He’d watched you take a sip of the drink, a pleased smile playing on his face. “I sit right behind you. I’ve seen you take a nap at your desk every single week.”

“I’ll have you know that that’s just the posture I learn best in,” you’d sniffed.

“What, drooling?”

“I do not drool,” you’d said, haughty. “And even if I did, how would you even know? You’re such a stalker.”

“Harsh,” he’d whistled, although the smile didn’t leave his face. “I’m just observant.”

You’d rolled your eyes at him, swiveling around to face the front of the room as the professor began his lecture. And if you’d managed – for the first time this entire semester – to make it all the way through without falling asleep, well, that was nobody’s business but your own.

The next week, another cup was waiting for you.

“You know,” you’d said, “I think you’ve repaid your debt from the pencil in full.”

“Oh, this isn’t about the pencil,” he’d replied. “I didn’t get the right order for you last week, did I? I wanted to try again this time.”

You’d blinked at him. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Kuroo,” he’d said. “Kuroo Tetsurou.”

“Well, Kuroo Tetsurou,” you’d said, “did you ever think about just asking me for my order?”

“What’s the fun in that?” he’d asked.

The drinks kept coming, every week, without fail, ranging from plain to ridiculously extravagant. He still hadn’t gotten your order, although at some point during the semester, he’d migrated from sitting behind you to sitting right next to you, passing you stupid notes and doodling all over your notebooks.

The last lecture’s drink was wrong, again, although you kept drinking it anyways. “You should come hang out with me and my friends sometime,” he’d said, sudden, and you’d nearly choked.

“What brought this on?”

“I dunno,” he’d said, uncharacteristically shy, looking away from you. “You know when you meet some people and it’s just like, they’re meant to be in my life, so you have to try really hard to not let them go?”

“So making a girl scream during lecture is your idea of an ideal introduction,” you’d said, and he’d rolled his eyes, leaning over to lightly push at your shoulder.

“You know what I mean.”

“I saw one of your volleyball matches,” you’d told him. Suddenly you’d wanted him to know. “At the beginning of the semester. Before we’d met.”

He seemed to understand what you were trying to say. “What’d you think?”

“You must really love it,” you’d said. “Playing volleyball.”

“I do.”

“Well, then, Kuroo-kun. I’ll come meet your friends, under one condition.” He’d raised his eyebrows at you, expectantly.

“I get to tell you my coffee order,” you’d said. “Some of these drinks are becoming downright disgusting.”

“You drink them anyway,” he’d replied. “But I suppose that’s a fair trade.”

You’d grinned at him, and he’d grinned back, and it’d all gone from there.

You’ve known since you started talking to him that Kuroo is a natural at getting people to orbit around him. He draws people near – crooked grin, warm eyes, quick wit – and then holds them there, at arm’s length, never quite letting them get any closer. You’d thought, perhaps, that you could be an exception to this. That he’d seen something in you that was enough for him to want to let you in. To pull you close. The thing is this: in your heart of hearts you are a romantic, and to you Kuroo has always been a little like the sun, like tilting your face towards the golden wash of afternoon and remembering, soft and gentle like falling into something, So this is what it is to love.

“I don’t know,” Kenma says, and you look at him looking at his game. He is, out of anyone, the most likely to understand how you feel: the air knocked out of you, leaving you gasping and breathless . But he has the reassurance of more than a decade of friendship behind him, built on neighboring houses and the squeak of shoes on a gymnasium floor. Some days you feel like what you have with Kuroo is fragile and insubstantial, playing-card houses on a precarious surface. Like if he left he’d take it all with him.

“Of course he’s going to take it,” you say past the lump in your throat. “He’d be an idiot not to.”

Kenma doesn’t say anything, but the little sound effects from his game pause. He blinks up at you through his bangs.

“We should throw him a party,” you say. “Or something. To celebrate.”

“If you think that’s a good idea,” he says, noncommittal.

There is an ache in your chest and you think that once you leave Kenma’s apartment you won’t be able to stop yourself from crying. “Of course it’s a good idea. You know how much Kuroo loves having everyone he loves in one place.”

“That’s exactly the thing,” Kenma murmurs, but you don’t hear him, already pulling out your phone to make a list.

“Invites, decorations, food… Oh! Kenma, do you think Kuroo would like it if we made him saba? Or went out to a restaurant that specializes?”

“Probably,” he says. The game resumes. “He’s always going on about doca-something acid.”

“Docosahexaenoic acid,” you correct absently, scrolling through a list of nearby restaurants. Kuroo’s talked about it enough – and despite your better judgment, you’ve listened to his rants enough times – for you to remember the name in full.

You miss the look that Kenma gives you, exasperatedly fond.

It turns out that Kuroo knows a lot of people. Even more than you’d thought. There are the guys that he plays with on the volleyball team, of course, but then there’s also his other business major friends and the other undergraduates who work in the same lab that he does in his free time (because of course he’d be the type of person to do that.) Then there’s the neighbors he’d had freshman year and still miraculously keeps in touch with, and the ones from sophomore year. Then Kenma casually mentions that Kuroo still frequently talks to everyone from his volleyball team his third year of high school, and you have to beg him to let you use his phone and ensure that everyone from there will be able to attend.

Then there’s the issue of getting enough food: you know from prior experience that volleyball players can eat, and there’s a part of you that worries that the budget you’ve scraped together from whatever your friends managed to donate won’t be enough for one of them, let alone the stampede you’re about to invite into your apartment. And besides, there’s decorations to think about, and maybe a present for Kuroo, and maybe it would be cute if you could get one of those places that rents out cats to send over a couple – do those places actually exist or was the whole thing just a stress-induced hallucination? Either way, the stress of budgeting is enough to make you understand why Kuroo had succumbed to his base capitalistic tendencies and become a business major. You’ll never be able to make fun of him for it again.

Kenma solves this problem readily enough, extending a credit card towards you with barely any hesitation when you mention it in passing.

“Stop stressing out,” he mutters. “It’ll be okay. Kuro’s not the kind who’d care about things like that.”

You blink at him. He determinedly avoids your eyes. “Kenma,” you say. “You know what I have to do, don’t you.”

He sighs, setting down his game. “If you must.”

You launch yourself at him in a bone-crushing hug, and although you hear him click his tongue at you, you can also feel the way his hands come up to rest on your back, soft and steady.

“He asked me if I��d seen you around recently,” Kenma mentions when you separate.

“What did you say?”

“Said you seemed busy. He said he hadn’t seen you and was worried he’d done something.”

There isn’t much to say back to that. You busy yourself by picking at one of the threads in your shirtsleeves.

Kenma says your name.

“I know,” you say. “I know. I just – I don’t know.”

Kuroo has many smiles, you know. There’s the one when he’s trying to get a rise out of someone, lazy and lean. There’s the one when he sees a cute animal or a small child or the old lady you always run into the market, the one that reminds him of his obaa-chan. There’s the one he gets when he sees you, sometimes, and doesn’t realize that you’re seeing him back, small and fond in a way that makes you a little afraid, sometimes. At the enormity of it. At how fragile it seems, some days. At what it could become, if given the chance.

And there’s the one he has when he’s playing volleyball, the one that makes his eyes go all squinty; the one that’s a little too large, just on this side of feral, because he’s so happy that he doesn’t remember to think about things like presentability and not scaring the people around him, both on his side and the other side of the net. The one he has when he hits a kill block, or a no-touch ace.

You don’t think you could stand to take that from him.

“I’ve just been busy. With the party planning, and all,” you finish, meekly. You know he knows you’re lying. Still, Kenma doesn’t push.

“If you say so,” he hums, turning back to his computer. “It seemed like he missed you, though.”

You hate yourself for the small spark of want that blooms in your chest.

Kuroo Tetsurou, in another life, could probably be yours. You’ve seen the way his ears turn red sometimes when you press a little too close, thighs close enough to be touching at one of the tables of your favorite izakaya. You know he knows your favorites the same way that he knows his own, know that in his head there’s a file of nothing but his knowledge about you, filled to bursting. You know that there are days, hours, moments where his touch lingers on your wrist, your cheek, the back of your arm – never long enough to presume, just long enough for you to notice.

In this life, you’ve seen the way he plays volleyball clearly enough to know that he loves it. That in terms of paths, this is probably the most natural one for him, as easy as breathing. That the world is so big and he deserves to go out and see it, that he’s growing up and some days you feel in your bones that he’s leaving you behind, in the same way that you’d left behind the yellow rubber rainboots you’d adored as a child, outgrown and overworn.

You busy yourself with party planning, so that at least everyone except Kuroo knows that you have a valid reason for ignoring him. Once the budgeting crisis is averted, things go surprisingly smoothly: money really does make the world go round, you think, in a rare moment of reflection between arguing with the caterer and double-checking that you have enough chairs in your apartment.

It’s good, to keep busy. Drowns out your heartbeat in your ears. He’s leaving, he’s leaving, he’s leaving. He’s leaving and you’re not gonna even ask him to stay.

The day of the party is bright and clear, because the universe loves Kuroo in the same way that you do. Bokuto – one of Kuroo’s teammates, and one of your favorites out of all of Kuroo’s teammates (although you’ve long maintained that it would be difficult for Bokuto not to be anyone’s favorite) – is tasked with distracting Kuroo for the day, then leading him to your apartment. This is a good plan because Bokuto is, himself, easily distractible, and Kuroo is, more often than not, perfectly willing to go along with Bokuto’s distractions. However, this is also a bad plan because Bokuto is, out of everyone you’ve invited, perhaps the second-most likely person to spoil the plans for the party. (The first being Lev Haiba, naturally.) To counterbalance that, you’ve asked Akaashi Keiji, one of your juniors, to go along – he has a natural talent for keeping Bokuto in check, more so than anyone you’ve ever met. But you’d feel bad, leaving Akaashi alone to deal with the two of them like that, so to ensure your plan had the greatest chance of success possible, you convince (read: bribed) Kenma to go along with the three of them. Odds are good that he won’t do much to curb Kuroo and Bokuto, but you’re willing to hope that his presence will keep Kuroo from doing something completely insane.

Back in your apartment, you’re adding the last finishing touches to the streamers hanging in the doorway. Yaku, next to you, squints at the streamers. “They’re a little crooked,” he says.

You bite back your immediate response, which is to tell him that if you had a stepladder tall enough that he could reach you’d gladly go get it for him so he could fix them himself. Instead, you ask, “How is it, over there, Yakkun?”

“In Russia?” he asks, and you nod. He pauses, considering. “It was rough, at first.”

“But you got through it,” you say, voice coming out a little more desperately than you’d like. “You like it there now.”

“Yeah,” he says. “It won’t ever be Japan, but I think I can make it home. And Kuroo’s always been able to land on his feet, wherever it goes. I don’t think you need to worry about him, even if he does decide to take the offer.”

“Of course he’s going to take the offer,” you say. “Why wouldn’t he –”

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You take it out to read a text from Akaashi. Heading back, it says. Be there in three.

Hurriedly, you jam your phone back into your pocket. “Okay, everyone, places!” you call, watching with a critical eye as everyone tucks themselves away.

“Lev, that’s not gonna work. Hiding behind the lamp’s not gonna do much.”

“Idiot,” you hear someone – Yaku? – mutter, and you laugh a little despite yourself. Your phone buzzes again. In the elevator, you read, and hastily you dive underneath a table with one of Kuroo’s kouhai from high school – Fukunaga, you think – to hide yourself, just as you hear the sound of a key in a lock.

“I just don’t understand why she’d ask you to take care of her plants,” Kuroo says as he steps through the door, sounding a little bemused. “I mean, I love you, bro, but I still haven’t forgotten what happened that one time –”

Three, two, one, you mouth silently, holding your fingers out where everyone can see them, then –

“Surprise!” you call out, stepping out of your hiding place. The others all scramble to follow, adding their own voices to the chorus.

It is, to your delight, one of the few times you’ve seen Kuroo properly surprised, enough that he actually staggers back a step, eyes wide.

“What – how – when – what is this for?” he asks, directing his question to you, standing right in front of him.

“To say congratulations, Kuroo,” you reply. Suddenly your throat is a little dry. “On getting the offer.”

This time his eyes widen with realization – and maybe a little flash of guilt. He covers it quickly, though, and you’re left a little uncertain, like stepping on uneven ground.

“So you didn’t actually ask Bokuto to take care of your plants,” he says instead, and you laugh. The sound is a little brittle in your ears.

“Of course not,” you say. “I haven’t forgotten that one time when he –”

“Did I mention we have cake?” Bokuto swoops in. “I picked out the flavor myself and everything. You gotta come see it. The lady at the store was so nice, though I don’t think she understand exactly what I was asking her to put on it at first –”

With a wry eye roll to you, Kuroo lets himself be dragged away. The rest of the partygoers take it as their sign to start mingling, and you let yourself fade into the chatter, becoming nothing more than background noise. It fits uncomfortably, now, where before it might have been a little more natural. Kuroo has always been good at creating space intentionally, whether it be for you or anyone else: a sly smirk for your eyes only, a joke directed towards you and you alone. It’s one of the reasons why you think everyone feels like they can fall into his orbit more effortlessly.

Kenma appears by your side, unobtrusive as usual. “You should talk to him.”

“And say what?”

“Whatever you want.”

There is a want in your throat and it chokes you. I want you to stay. I know you should go. I’m terrified that I’ll never see you again, either way – if I made you stay and you resented it, if I let you leave and you loved it.

“I’m worried that he’s getting bored here,” you say instead. “Like it’s not challenging him enough. Like he wants more.”

There are things that you’re willing to admit you can be slightly paranoid about: like putting too much of your heart on the table, like finding someone who loves all of you but the worst parts. Like loving someone and watching them start to resent you, like wanting to learn how to love in the right way but really only learning how to suffocate. And you know it’s possible that in this could be a combination of all those things, that rationally Kuroo knows better than anyone what’s his to keep and what’s his to give away. But you’ve known him for so long now, and there’s a part of you that likes to think you know him better than almost anyone in the world. It’s that part of you that insists you can see Kuroo Tetsurou getting tired, a little bit. He walks off the court with his head tilted back, eyes closed against the glaring lights on the gymnasium, far above. When he looms over the net, you think of it as less a state of being and more of a conscious action: a weary sigh. Another day at work.

Kuroo Tetsurou, you think, is learning to want new things. To love new things. And that’s okay – that’s more than okay. There’s just a selfish part of you that wishes you could be there to see him through it.

Kenma hasn’t said anything, staring at you patiently. You think you might throw up.

“I have to go,” you say, limp, and spin on your heel to slip out the back door. Somewhere behind you, Bokuto’s cheers rise above the din, followed by Kuroo’s cackling laugh. It makes your chest ache a little, but at the very least it provides you with some cover.

Your little apartment building stands at an intersection between two streets. Turn right and you’ll get to the park with the stray cats, the ones who’ve started coming around more frequently now that Kuroo has started showing up (now that Kuroo has started bringing them treats, although he denies it every time you bring it up.) Turn left and walk far enough and there’s a little embankment that slopes down to a river. Sometimes in the mornings joggers will pass through the area, but in the dead of the night like it is now the grassy slope is deserted. You sink down onto it, ignoring the way the cold sinks into your skin.

Part of you wants to cry. Most of you is glad you aren’t: can’t, maybe, or won’t.

You tell yourself the grand lesson in this is that you have to be better at letting go. That there is a lot that your hands could hold – a lot that your hands could want to hold, given the time. Given the opportunity – but not all of it is meant to be held by you. That there is a whole world out there and tonight it feels like it’s slipping through your fingers.

Perhaps the grand lesson is just this: that loss exists. That wanting perseveres.

“Hey,” a voice says from behind you. You know without turning who it is, fingers tightening in the grass.

“Hey,” you say back.

“Can I sit?”

You wave a hand listlessly at the space beside you. “There’s space available.”

He settles in next to you, close enough that your thighs could brush if you were a little more careless, if you hadn’t been holding yourself strung tight and stiff.

“Why aren’t you in there?” you ask finally, when it becomes clear that he has no intention of saying anything, that he’s planning on waiting until you start first. “It’s your party.”

“Why aren’t you in there?” he counters. “You planned it.”

“It was a little loud,” you offer. “Was getting a little sleepy.”

“You weren’t there anymore,” he says. “Kenma said he saw you heading out.”

The words stick in the hollow of your throat, between your collarbones. You can feel them lodged there. “Kuroo,” you say, careful to not let your voice shake, “you can’t say things like that.”

There’s a hand on your knee, long fingers and broad palms spreading over your skin easily. His hand is warm. You direct your gaze down to it. His hand is big enough that it nearly covers your knee.

“Why not?”

“It’s not fair,” you say. “I know you’re not that stupid, Kuroo. You can’t go saying things like that when you’re about to leave.”

He says your name, sharp and soft.

“And of course I’m happy you’re going. I know you’re not happy – not as happy here as you could be. I know it’s an incredible opportunity. I know you deserve it, and you deserve every incredible thing that comes your way. Or at least – I want to be happy for you, Kuroo. I want to be able to give you that much, at least.”

He says your name again. It sounds fond enough that you gain the courage to look up at him. He’s looking right at you. The hand on your knee reaches for your jaw, instead, cradling it tenderly.

“I think I’m gonna stay,” he says. “And I’m sorry for not telling you about the offer earlier. I just – I didn’t want you to think I was leaving. I wasn’t even sure if I was, at first. But then I kept coming back to it – the fact that I didn’t want you to think I was leaving. Not at all, not even a possibility. It made me realize that – well. Russia would be incredible. But I think – I know – I would rather stay.”

The words take a moment to sort themselves out in your brain. Then:

“Kuroo, you can’t,” you choke out. “This is your dream.”

“It was,” he says. “For the longest time, it was. And I thought it was something I had to keep loving. Something that I had to pursue. Like I would be doing a disservice to the me I was when I was little, if I decided I didn’t want to follow the path I’ve wanted since I first started playing volleyball.”

You say nothing. There is a sun rising in your throat. You are afraid to let it go.

“But you know,” he says, thoughtful, “I think there is a difference between loving something and being in love with something.”

“Yeah?” you say. He reaches for your hand, flipping it over from where it rests in the grass so that your palm is facing upward. Slots his fingers through the gaps between your own.

“Yeah,” he says, squeezing once, twice, three times. “Like – I love volleyball, you know.”

“I know,” you say, because you do.

“But I’m in love with it here. With Japan. With the connections I’ve made, with the people who keep me here.”

“I’m glad,” you say, because you are, selfishly so.

“And,” he says, hesitant in a way that you’ve only ever seen once before, back when he was just the boy with the awful laugh and the ugly hair and who kept getting you coffee and getting it wrong, “I’m in love with you.”

And the sun, blooming over the horizon.

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'Permit me to remind you'

Klahadore drabble

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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 · 7 months

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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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radioactivesweet · 1 year

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after all these years...finally...A SERVAMP WRITER!

I'm not sure if you still write for it though but if so can i have Kuro and Tsubaki (separate) with a shapeshifter reader who sometimes shapeshift to a cat to cuddle them when they turn to their animal form in the morning?

It's been a while since I've posted anything! Hope you like it^^ I'm sorry if it's kinda short

Kuro is surprised when you first shapeshift into a cat to cuddle him - he usually is the one who does this, so he's a little embarassed when you imitate him. He is the one who is supposed to use his cute little appearance as a cat to bewitch you, not the other way round. Despite being a bit frustrated, he really likes it though, it's just unexpected. What he really found unexpected and new was the sensation of feeling's someone's warmth in the morning, not being left alone - he doesn't know how to express how he feels the same way, so he just appears to be almost bothered by you waking him up or jokes about it. He isn't going to show that he appreciates it at all. It will take him some time to get used to it - he is even scared to use his cat form, thinking it would mean catching your attention more, and goes as far as avoiding shapeshifting as much as he can. Mahiru thinks it's silly of him to act this way when you were just trying to be nice to him. Kuro wonders why in the first place you'd even be trying to please him, but can't manage to find an answer so he ends up going with flow. He can transform into a cat and so do you, so why isn't he acting the same way towards you? As soon as he is feeling a little mischievous, you will be the one waking up while being cuddled by a cute little cat who won't stop meowing unless you start cuddling him too. Mahiru now has to deal with two cats being silly in his house.

Tsubaki is incredibly when he wakes up hugging a cat. He didn't remember having a cat at all. When he realizes it's not an average cat but it's you, he bursts out laughing. It's not the craziest thing he has ever done or witnessed so he doesn't have much to say regarding you shapeshifting. He can shapeshift into a fox so you are even. Whenever you turn into a cat he finds it overly amusing - even in front of his subclasses he can't help but laugh loudly - and if he is feeling particularly in the mood he may decide to turn into a fox too, so you can play and bother his subclasses together. Though, what he grows into loving the most are those mornings when he wakes up just to find you embracing him despite how small as a cat you are compared to him. Those are the moments he feels desired and loved, not just an unknown sibling with abandonment issues and without a place to go. It's just a small sign of affection, but to him everything matters the world.

#kuro #tsubaki #sleepy ash #servamp #kuro x reader #tsubaki x reader #servamp x reader #sleepy ash x reader #servamp tsubaki #servamp kuro #servamp sleepy ash

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agent-love-101 · 6 months

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Yandere!Kuro x Reader Headcanons Pt 1; Beginnings

Author's note: i gotta help feed the kuro fans. also if he doesn't scream "yandere" to you, i don't know what to say /lh

He never saw himself truly loving someone. any relationships he had before his piracy days didn't last long. he grew bored quickly, left them, and ultimately decided relationships were far too tedious to maintain for what rewards he may gain. As for what he looks for in a partner, he has very high standards. and to put it bluntly; he'll only know he likes someone when he sees them. When he sees you, he keeps his composure, treating you kindly like (almost) everyone else he speaks to. He remains cordial at all times.

but don't get it twisted. he's still that awful, awful man on the inside. He sees you more like a possession to be had; a jacket tailored to suit him specifically. Yes, he is the only one for you.

He'll plan out every sweet gesture, every innocent observation he points out. He may even "open up" to "close friends" about his crush on you. All to make you see him as an innocent and ordinary man, and fall for him.

Klahadore is kind. Klahadore is the innocent one. Klahadore is the one that hopes you reciprocate.

But Kuro? he knows you will, if his plan works out how he anticipates.

and his plans never fail.

#tw yandere #headcanons #yandere x reader #captain kuro x reader #kuro one piece #kuro x reader #Captain kuro #Klahadore #One Piece #one piece live action #selfship

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snippychicke · 6 months

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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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brainrotcharacters · 4 months

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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.

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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taytak3syou · 1 year

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”my love, i have a question” the man said as he walked into the room, a towel around his waist. you looked over at him from your desk, not letting his abs, which were dripping with water, go unseen. “hit me” you replied as he walked over to his dresser and started looking for something to wear. “is there a reason you have a pair of boxers on the bathroom floor?” he asked and your eyebrows furrowed and you looked over. “huh?” you said, in pure confusion. “there’s a pair of boxers on the bathroom floor, they aren’t mines. who’s are they?” he asked as he dropped his towel and started to put on his clothes. “babe, trust me, there yours” you tried to assure him. “no, they aren’t. i only wear calvin klein” he said as he was pulling up his sweatpants. “well i don’t know who’s they’d be” you said and you brought your attention back to your book you had to read for your next quiz coming up. “y/n, be honest. are they kenma’s?” the man said and you looked over at him, eyes slightly wide. “kuroo.” you said sternly and he chuckled, a smirk spreading across his face. “it isn’t funny, i told you not to speak of him in my house anymore. he’s a liar and a cheater and i don’t wanna hear his name” you said, as serious as you’ve ever been. if only you hadn’t had a boyfriend that made almost everything a joke. “i remember when you’d post a bunch of pictures of you two on instagram…” he said, now slowly walking towards you. “always saying how much you loved him, right?” he looked at you, right in your eyes. your eyes were filled with nothing but anger. “kuroo.” you said, your voice in a warning tone. he smirked as he stood right in front of you, looking down at you. “yes, ms kozume?” he said, the name just rolling off his tongue. you raised your hand to hit him but he knew exactly what he was doing, so he knew what you were doing. he grabbed your hand and placed it to your side. out of instinct, your other hand raised, only to be stopped and put in the same place. “there mines, l/n” he admitted and you rolled your eyes and took your hands from his grip and pushed him away, spinning back to your desk to continue reading. “go read a book tetsu.”

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Permit me to remind you

Part 2

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

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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