summary: in which you’re injured and the lads boys find out about it (kinda).
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko
notes: suggestive content so MDNI / NSFW, xavier’s a little evil, zayne’s a little silly, rafayel is losing it, sylus is #upset, caleb is caleb, valko is a little dumb but he has the spirit! fem reader (!!!), minor suggestive comments and allusions to violence (is anyone surprised) that’s it (i think).
p.s. first time doing valko i like him as a loser do we also like him or should i delete my account just lmk!
a/n: GULP i rlly hope you guys like this it was fun to make so I Enjoy it but it’d also be lovely if you did too okok…valko my silly nerd…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
Firefighter!Sukuna who bust down your bathroom door when there was a fire in your building (one that you weren't aware of), clad in thick and hefty bunker gear, eyes scanning the brightly lit bathroom only to spot you in the middle of shower, completely bare, soap bubbles still coating your skin.
Firefighter!Sukuna who clears his throat, looking over his shoulder before turning back to you, cheeks dusted with a rather adorable shade of red.
"Th—there's apartment in next door fire." He stepped closer, hand gesturing for the bathrobe hanging beside the mirror.
"Huh?" Your brows are furrowed, trying to decipher who between you both was having a stroke, maybe the abrupt slam of the door did mess with you head.
The absurdity of the situation startles you enough that the thought of being completely naked before doesn't even cross your mind, at least not until he reached for the bathrobe himself, stepping closer to hand it to you.
Firefighter!Sukuna who acts instinctively, once you are modestly covered, yanks you over his shoulder to quickly move out into the smoke filled hallway, steps heavy against the wooden floor as he made his way out, making sure you didn't get knocked into the wall or door frames.
Firefighter!Sukuna who instantly jumps back into the building after making sure you are steady on your feets, looking over his shoulder once before continuing back inside, hoping he'd find you after the rescue is completed.
Firefighter!Sukuna who frowned when the medic informed that the people had scattered around some to the hospital for minor injuries other taking refuge with friends and family till the apartment complex was fixed.
Firefighter!Sukuna who mulls over the awkward interaction for days, rest of the team teasing him over his jumbled words, hoping to find a reason to go back to your apartment without seeming like a pervert or a creep.
Firefighter!Sukuna who groans loud when he is informed about the routine check up he must have to ensure health, begrudgingly walks into the hospital with rest of the team, brows furrowed as he waited for his name to be called.
"Ryomen Sukuna."
The lady at the desk announced his turn, gesturing towards the door with light glowing above the 'general physician's.
Sukuna sighed, stepping into the office only to be stopped in his tracks, before him stood you, much more clothed, stethoscope hung around your neck as you wrote on charts, eyes widening in recognition when thet met his.
Firefighter!Sukuna who awkwardly stepped into your office, almost tripping over nothing, nearly turning a routine check up into a life threatening emergency.
"You work here?" He asked, nearly slapping his own forehead, of course you do.
You nodded your head, lips pursed together as you placed the clipboard on the desk, patting the stretcher, "I'd hope so."
Firefighter!Sukuna who snorts at your sass, ugly little sound escaping the back of his throat, warmth blooming on his cheeks as you grinned back at him.
Firefighter!Sukuna who sits still while you noted his vitals, metal of the stethoscope cold against his warm skin, eyes following your movement, at one point he caught himself admiring your penmanship.
"You've got good handwriting." He mumbled, pointing to where you noted his pulse rate and blood pressure, "usually doc's have chicken scribble writing."
Firefighter!Sukuna who swears to keep his mouth shut when you continue to look at him in bewilderment, more than once did he catch you suppressing the urge to grin.
Firefighter!Sukuna who waits outside your office to get clearance, only to be handed a doctor's note instead.
"Come back for check up later, your heart rate was abnormally high."
- ❝request; You're shorter than your man, too short to reach for a kiss unless you tiptoe, tug on his collar and have him lean down for you, that is.❞
˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: Suggestive themes, fluff, teasing, short!reader; SFW. Reader is she/her. 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 300 for each seperate fic, roughly.
₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)
❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: Oda make Mlem and Lucci canon already, thanks! >ᴗ<❞
Rob Lucci 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
He gave you a brow. Hands in his pocket, wearing a dark suit and watching you with darker eyes.
“Have you no dignity?” His voice is flat, cold but you don’t care.
You keep tiptoeing, lips still pouting and hands fisting his shirt. Pulling him. “Robbie… please, just one kiss.”
His brow line creases. Half-offended. “Don’t… call me that.”
You hum, going back to your feet. Pouting.
He’s not indulging you. Not moving one inch to kiss your lips.
Fine then.
It’s war.
You’ll nag him till he gives in.
“Luuuuci, pleaseee,” you whine out and he sighs through his nose as you keep tiptoeing up.
No answer. Just condescension seeping through his gaze.
You keep tugging, whining and only when you hear Kaku’s voice calling you both from a distance do you stop. Glancing to the source of his echo. And when you let go of Rob’s collar, eyes drifting away to the distance and heels padded fully on the floor—does he place a hand on your jaw, sliding your face to meet his gaze.
And you blink.
long, dark hair trail down your face. Tickling your shoulders, as one smooth motion of his hand slide down your hips to the small of your back, bringing you up to meet his lips.
Rob’s calloused fingers digs into your flesh, forcing a whine to leave your mouth, which he seals with a kiss. muffling you.
And the kiss is not soft but raw—pushing, claiming, forcing you to lean back so to retain footing but his hand on your jaw has made its way to the back of your hair. Forcing you deeper into his kiss.
And when Kaku’s footsteps trudge closer, only then does Rob part from you—lips clicking, strings of saliva between your tongue as he straightens himself, and your cheeks burn at the sight of his face.
Smug, cocky and entirely pleased with himself.
Jerk.
Sir Crocodile 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
Sir Crocodile was giving you a look… quite similar from what he gives that tardy clown except there is a hint of amusement in it. But only a hint.
You were pulling on his vest, frowning.
It’s been ten whole minutes and he’s not budging.
Meanie.
“Sir… please.”
He gives you a brow, a corner of his grin going up.
“Please, what?”
Your cheeks burn flushed. “You know what.”
He tilts his head to the side, ash falling off his cigar. “No, I don’t. Indulge me.”
Your knuckles clenches, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.
He’s taunting you! What a rude little….
“You look like you’re about to explode, need a hand with anything?”
“You—…” You bite your tongue, trying to tiptoe even higher, pull his shirt even harder.
You start growing frustrated and embarrassed, but he’s been so handsome the whole day, you can’t imagine yourself leaving without kissing him—but it’s been a whole ten minutes, and still! He’s not budging.
The frustration starts to make you teary, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt so hard you feel like you’re going to tear it off of him and only then—when your eyes start glaze with tears, and your breathing starts growing hot with fury, does he lean in.
Arms unfolding. One last smoke taken before the cigar is dropped to the ground. Hook landing around your waist, tugging you closer as he grabs your ass, ringed fingers digging into the soft of your flesh as he lifts you up by the back.
Meeting his lips.
The kiss is soft, faint—until you press deeper, further, growing desperate enough that his tongue skims over your lips. Your heart starts beating out of your chest, hard and erratic as the kiss grows hotter, heavier, wet sounds escaping you both.
And when he parts? Setting you down by the ground?
It’s all smugness and adoration.
His larger hand making it to the side of your face.
“Be a good girl and fetch a new cigar in my jacket for me.” his voice rasps, thumb rubbing your lower lip.
And that’s all he has to offer for you to pad across the room. Face completely burnt.
Trafalgar D. Water Law 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
“What are you doing.”
“What does it look like, Law!?” You huff out, toes starting to ache as you try and tiptoe further up. And Law looks at you like he should take pity on you or mock you completely.
“Law, please, just—”
“Just what?” He muses, smirk coming into place and your cheeks burn.
“Please. Just, one kiss,” your voice comes out soft, too soft and it makes him want to tease you harder.
“Why should I? Last time I checked, you called me a jerk.”
“That was two days ago!”
“And still no apology.”
You clutch onto his collar with both of your hands, trying to tug him down but he’s not budging, and the smug grin of his isn’t either.
“please Law…”
“go on, please what?”
Your brows pull, face turning into fire, “Please, I'm sorry… Can you kiss me?”
Law tilts his head, the expression he wears on his face is untelling—the grin hasn’t dropped, the cockiness as prevalent as ever and your heart beats into a storm at the sight of it. Knuckles clenching, cheeks sizzling and brows pulled hard enough to form a vein. And just when you think he’ll mock you once more, do you feel his hands land on your shoulders, sliding down your ribs, slow and streaming—landing under your butt, lifting you off your feet.
the gap closes and the friction of clothes grinding between one another makes you arch, as he lands his mouth on yours.
Pushing, claiming, and you feel his tongue skimming over yours—and on instinct—you suck.
The kiss grows hot, wet; saliva and groans exchanging between you two, parting only to breathe.
For a moment, Law only looks at you.
Taking in your features.
Breath hot on your face, and something soft settles in his gaze.
His voice low, almost a mumble under his breath and you barely catch it.
“Pretty.”
You blink. “What—?”
He kisses you again. Pushing your ass even further up, and you whine into it.
Yeah.
You two are going to be kissing for a good while.
Donquixote Doflamingo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
He was being a mean, rude, cocky, snobby and a barbarous little shitbird about your situation.
And it makes you seethe, hands tugging onto the pink feather of his coat.
Pulling, yanking, face fuming with frustration as you stare up his stupid handsome face.
“Doffy… please, just lean down.”
He has the audacity to snort out loud and you scoff, offended.
Your cheeks burn into fire, swallowing your pride—you’re not giving up, not yet.
“You’re mean.” You huff and he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers, twirling it.
“Yeah? If I’m so mean, the why are you beggin’ for a kiss, hmm?”
You pull out the trump card. “Because I love you.”
And he freezes.
You decide to go in for the kill — you give him that doe eyed look, the coquettish, begging one. “Please Doffy.” Your voice is soft, pleading, “Just one, it’s all I want.”
Doflamingo flicks your hair from his fingers, hand grabbing your jaw, as he leans down—slamming his mouth into yours.
And the taste of wine, cocktails, pineapple juice and corruption seeps all into you; his tongue sloshes over yours. Wet, hot and messy as he forces you deeper into it, possessive hands travelling down your waist and latching onto your hips. Hoisting you up.
The kiss starts growing sloppy; clicking sounds and moans slipping every time you tilt into a new angle.
And when you part, its only to breathe, huff and ground yourself. Head dizzy. Doflamingo’s forehead nudging yours.
“You love me, huh? Then you have no one to blame but yourself.” He grins, and it’s not sweet or adoring, no—it’s got wickedness written all over it; but you know what’s worse?
He is right. This is no one’s fault, but your own.
Roronoa Zoro 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
You were practically doing mini jumps to get to this man.
Tiptoeing. Neck arching. Hands tugging his collar as he gives you a long, long stare.
Arms crossed.
“Zoro.”
“No.”
You tug his shirt. “Zoro!”
“No.”
“Please!”
“Still; no.”
This is how it has been between you two for ten minutes.
You’ve been trying to steal a kiss, he’s been watching your failed attempts with the most aloof, most unbothered, most ‘this-gotta-be-a-joke-but-I-also-dont-want-it-to-end-just-yet’ face ever.
You were leaning forward, he was leaning back.
“You’re not giving me a chance!”
“So?” He gives you a brow and your face pulls into a frown. Cheeks starting to burn.
“Lean down. Please.”
Zoro blinks, slowly, before eventually tilting his head to the side, a cocky smirk coming into place.
“Sure.”
You regain some hope, tiptoeing further up, straining yourself even.
“Really!?”
“Yeah. if you beg.”
At that, your face sullen once more.
“I’ve been begging.”
“Yeah? Well, I guess you don’t want to kiss me that badly then—” He unfolds his arms, moving away and you panic. Latching harder onto him.
“Please!” You tug him towards you, ignoring the widening grin on his face.
“Please, please kiss me, please it’s all I want. Just one.”
“You want it that bad huh?”
You swallow your pride, and nod.
And at that, he scoffs. Hands going to your ass, groping, squeezing as he lifts you off the ground, his crotch grind against yours, fabric causing friction between one another as he hoists you further up—meeting his lips.
Soft. Sweet.
Lips clicking when he parts.
And he gives you a smaller smile, “Happy?”
“As if.” You lock your arms over his shoulders, bringing you two into a kiss once more.
And this time, it’s deeper, longer and messier. you have decided to reap your reward to the fullest.
you’re currently sitting on the floor of sylus’s pristine, incredibly expensive closet, wearing one of his giant black button up shirts like it’s a dress. you’re also wearing his heavy leather boots. they’re about five sizes too big.
you take a tentative, wobbly step forward, stomping loudly. STOMP. STOMP. you raise your arms like a huge robot. “fear me,” you announce to the empty room, “i am the leader of onychinus. give me all your gold...and dark secrets!”
“is that right?” you hear a low voice say.
you freeze.
sylus is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as he watches you. he looks like he’s been standing there for a while. your face burns hot but you refuse to break character. you puff out your chest, “yes, hand over the goods, civilian!”
sylus dosen’t move. he just looks down at your feet, then up to the shirt that swallows your frame. a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face but his ruby eyes are soft and melted.
“you lack...a certain menace,” his deep voice rumbles, thick with amusement.
“hey, i have tons of menace!” you say, taking a step forward to prove your point, but your foot slips right out of the boot. you lose your balance and yelp, tumbling forward.
before you can fall, heavy, warm weight catches you. sylus has scooped you up by the waist with one hand; he lifts you effortlessly, laughing a low gravelly chuckle that vibrates against you. he dosen’t put you down. instead, he simply carries you over to the plush armchair, sitting down and keeping you right on his lap.
“hey!” you protest, kicking your feet. now one of his giant boots falls off entirely. “put me down, sir. i’m a threat.” you say with a that coy smile.
“mhm, a terrifying one,” sylus murmurs, reaching up with his index finger to boop your nose. “you’re drowning in my clothes, sweetie.”
“it’s comfortable,” you pout, crossing your arms.
sylus smiles. “they look better on you anyway,” he says smoothly. he wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his clean scent enveloping you. he gives you a tight, playful squeeze that makes you gasp-laugh.
“sylus stop, it tickles!” you say, laughing, unable to stop.
“no,” he whispers against your skin, smirk widening as you squirm. “you invaded my closet. this is the penalty.”
i've read a few different fics now where drunk reader accidentally reveals their and law's secret relationship. but what if it was the other way around? what if famously stone cold bitch trafalgar law got absolutely trashed for some irrelevant reason and suddenly can't keep his hands to himself?
imagine him looking around the room trying to focus his eyes (because god forbid someone notices him losing control even in the slightest) and then his gaze lands on you. you're just standing there talking and laughing with someone else and your smile is just as sweet as always and suddenly he's standing up and walking over to you and before you both know it he has stumbled into your personal space and rests his forehead against the back of your head.
you freeze for a moment. because there's no one else who would do that but also it's impossible that it's him because you're in public and this is not subtle. not subtle at all. if anything the gesture is remarkably tender.
and then you feel him start wrapping his arms around your waist and you smile apologetically at the person you were talking to (who is looking at you like you've just grown a second head) and take his hands to stop him as you turn around and look up at him with panicked eyes.
he just lazily gazes down at you and you can already see the corners of his mouth twitch up and then he starts leaning in. you take a step back and he looks at you all drunk and confused and adorable and for a second you swear you can see a pout.
"law, what are you doing?"
he tilts his head.
"what does it look like i'm doing?"
and you almost laugh because even in his obviously delirious state he doesn't fall out of his habit of ever present nonchalance and assertiveness.
he tries to step closer again and you try to hold him back. you hiss:
"it looks like you're about to let everyone in on our secret, captain."
but he's not listening to you, instead he's trying to lean into your space again so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck. which must look funny seeing as he has to lean down quite a bit and you're pushing at his chest now, actively trying to prevent him from coming anywhere near your face.
"law stop", you try again.
he doesn't.
"i'm serious", you try to reason with him. "you're going to regret this."
but he's too busy trying to wrap himself around you.
"how much did you drink?"
he pulls you closer.
"law-"
you pause.
because when did the room get so quiet?
you almost feel their stares before you actually see them. you turn around. there's an awful silence that stretches out for what feels like a very long moment. then someone snorts (probably shachi) and all hell breaks loose.
people are screaming, pointing, yelling in distress. some are laughing hysterically. you're pretty sure you see penguin hand money to ikkaku out of the corner of your eye. then ikkaku takes out some more money and hands it all to shachi. bepo hasn't moved in a concerning amount of time. it's carnage.
then law's torso finally comes into contact with your back and he puts his head on top of yours and lets out one of those rare sighs that sounds so content that you momentarily forget the chaos around you.
"i love you", he mumbles into your hair, so softly that no one else catches it. you almost don't.
you sigh and hold back the smile that threatens your lips.
As much as we're hating on Infold as a company, we have GOT to show an equal amount of love and support for the creative team. Let them know how much we appreciate their hard work. Show the company that we value their creatives more than saving face. Im worried about the toll this is going to take on the writers and animators. I really hope they arent blaming themselves :(
They deserve to know they are loved, and that we see them for all they're worth.
1) Valkos introduction had literally no impact on your main & your enjoyment for your main. You chose to make a big fit of it anyway because what? You don’t want the 6th LI? Cool that’s why it’s an otome game and you literally have five other options to choose from. Now you hoed all the women who were excited for valko & already planning to main him. Hoed yourself too without realizing it because:
2) Removing Valko is not a win for anyone, and this will be revealed eventually when plot holes appear- or you live in fear that your main will suddenly be deleted one day too, because what stops that from happening now? Seriously. Any controversy could kill them now, any crazy zayne or Sylus or rafayel main who launches hate campaigns against your LI actually has a chance of succeeding. The 6th LI was ALWAYS supposed to be there from the very beginning, there’s evidence of this in one of the most basic mechanics of the game- stellactrum. Not only are we missing the update to the main story we were promised to get, but now I’ll constantly live in doubt of just what fucking plot holes exist in the game now that a long-existent factor— Valko— is gone. The whole MS needs to be rewritten from here on and that will literally only cause more delay that yall were rioting about to begin with. Infold shares the same 3 brain cells as yall apparently
3) where the FUCK are the girlies who were threatening bullshit lawsuits against infold? I wanna see them now that infold has actually lied to all our fucking faces a few days ago releasing those statements and commenting about how rest assured Valko will stick around as a recurring LI. All this fake ass marketing. Lying coward asses
4) clearly only the CN opinion matters. Not even all the CN girlies btw- just the loud ass toxic ass crying ass baby ass fake lawyer ass racist ass girlies. Infold doesn’t give a fuck about any of us really but wow they just spat in the face of every single global player. I don’t know how the fuck they think raising all this hype, literally spending years on valko’s character and story- which is crucial to the general experience + integrity of the game like all the other LIs- and then wiping him is a good idea. Like oh cool that does fuck all. MS is still stuck where it’s at. And now as an added bonus you just lost the trust of all your global (and some CN) fans, betrayed your own fucking word and marketing (AGAIN WHERE IS THE LAWSUIT FOR THIS???!), and now we have to live with the reality that the story will always contain a Valko-shaped hole.
I want them to delete the yellow stellactrum too. Only makes sense right? Delete it no balls. I’m so dead ass. Get rid of everything, every mechanic, every hint, every variable in the game, that was meant to be there and existed solely for Valko. Fuck it even get rid of our fishie because he always existed with his foil in mind! Only makes sense.
5) it should be pretty obvious but I’ve unfollowed all of the love & deepspace platforms, and honestly my will to play this game has completely vanished in a cloud of smoke rn. Genuinely fuck them. Had just bought a whole bunch of shit in preparation for him, and my aurum pass is still active but I’ve uninstalled the game & will never spend a dime on their lying coward pandering asses ever again unless they bring him back. Doubt it tho because again, they only care about the toxic loud cn girls 🙂
CN players might have a point? From what ive been able to find he was makerketed very very badly to them: the phrase "letting a wolf into your home" is akin to saying letting a r**ist in your home (they very specifically used this idiom), they also used 731 in his world underneath stories which is a number associated with human experimentation and a deep sense of shame for the country (this was a big point, i'e seen some say its akin to the holocaust),
But mainly the company enjoys cultural export privileges and support yet they delete or rename a lot of chinese local elements and fail to uphold the responsibility those privileges bring
Many cn players are angry at the company for enjoying export privileges off the backs of the money they spent enjoying the game, and not giving global servers the actual cultural elements of the game or respecting the country.
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