#:;makima | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

maaarshieee · 2 years

Text

⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 ୧ ⎯⎯

➢ Mᴀᴋɪᴍᴀ x Gɴ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ 1.1k ᴡᴏʀᴅs ┊ Fʟᴜғғ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

a/n - as much as i hate makima, the idea was too good to let go, so have this! thanks for reading! titled "fear me not". maybe ooc but hey, let her be whipped. have a good day/night!

↬ cw: spoilers if you haven't read the manga, slight obsession (makima)

"Do you fear me?"

It was certainly out of the blue, and a very out-of-character question for a person like Makima to ask. You, who was sipping on a cup of coffee, sat across her inside her living room, had momentarily stopped reading the book you held, incredulously raising a brow at her.

Was it something she shouldn't have asked? It wasn't uncommon for her to ask questions out of nowhere, but out of all the questions she had asked, this one, in particular, had the most unique reaction. You looked at her funny, an expression you rarely wear when acknowledging her.

Then, you let out a sigh, placed a bookmark in between the pages you previously read in your book, and closed it. You crossed your legs and continued to take a long, leisurely sip of your coffee.

How odd. This is usually a pose you do when the two of you are about to have a serious discussion. Makima replicated your seating, ignoring the multiple huskies whining on her lap for her attention.

"Would you ever hurt me?" You simply asked, heaving a hot breath that smelt like ground coffee beans and milk.

Would she? Makima opened her mouth to answer you, but then closed it again, mulling over your question more. Could she even hurt you? You were different than the rest. She was a devil. The Control Devil, to be precise. One of the most powerful devils known to man, you should be afraid.

Even being granted by the government a high position in the Public Safety Devil Hunters, high enough to know who she truly was, there wasn't a single ounce of fear in your body. Neither an inch of worship. Perhaps respect as your higher-up, but nonetheless, you tolerated her at most.

A human, a mortal, at the mercy of the Control Devil, is having a normal day with her. In her own apartment. Talking to her on equal grounds.

Were you even human at this point? Makima often wondered. You smell human, but in the period you've known each other, she's never seen fear on your face lest it wasn't directed to her.

You screamed over a cockroach that crawled over your foot, for god's sake!

Oddly enough, she was relieved. Not annoyed, or angry. Her chest felt light whenever she was with you. Because she knew she wasn't talking to a puppet, but to you. You didn't force yourself to like her or made her feel like she was a much superior being to you. You made her feel as if she was just a simple human as you are. You glare at her, scoff, and sigh, but she never felt repulsed by it. She loved it.

Makima was the first to confess. Perhaps she was disillusioned by your fearlessness. Much to her amusement, you were definitely shocked. Confused and also quite perturbed. It was also the first time she felt a laugh bubble from her chest but stopped herself from doing so.

So cute.

As expected, you rejected her. Multiple times, but she was persistent. So she tried again, and again. You never gave in, rejecting her at each confession. But in between those confessions, you've gotten to know her more. From her interest in (crude) paintings, her favorite drink, movies, her multiple dogs, food, and many many more.

Makima could tell you'd grown fond of her.

She finally understood the feeling humans often described as "butterflies in your stomach", because she felt it when you first laughed and smiled in her presence. Her heart, a part of her she was sure was dead, pounded against her chest and heat crept up to the tips of her ears.

You finally said yes.

When Makima first confessed, she thought she would find happiness with you, all because you were different than the rest. For once, outside of work, you treated her similarly to everyone else.

And she did.

From offering your own blood when she's injured even though she could handle it herself, helping her take care of her dogs, cooking for her, cleaning for her, and formulating plans with her. You smiled more often, especially when she was around. You'd huff in annoyance when one of her colleagues makes a move on her even if she reassured you for the nth time that they were just under her control.

You were cute. You made her feel warm on the inside. You made her feel multiple emotions she's never felt before. You're always so eager to care for her, to give her hugs when she gives you a certain look, to kiss her oh so tenderly on her lips, to remove her coat for her when she goes home late, and many more.

You were her everything, even if she wasn't the best at showing it. Even if she was the fearsome Control Devil. You loved her, despite who or what she was.

So no, perhaps she would never hurt you. Because once you lose yourself from her control, or die from a devil's hand, perhaps she'd lose herself as well. Lose everything she cared for.

No, because it's you.

"That's my answer." You say after her prolonged silence. It was been approximately 5 minutes since you last spoke and she's been in a daze since then. Even if she hadn't spoken, she needn't either way. You could see it in her eyes, the way the corners of her lips twitched, arms that were once neatly folded on her chest now clutching the dog that rested on her lap. She didn't even notice it licking her cheek.

"Makima," You sighed, setting down your cup of coffee on the center table. Finally, her eyes focused on you, shoulders easing once she saw your face. "What's there to fear?"

With that, she found herself huffing in amusement. She pointed a finger to you, a finger gun. She could easily end your life at right this moment, with a single flick of her wrist. But all you did was scoff and roll your eyes, grabbing the forgotten book and opening it once more. "That wasn't a challenge, but go on with it."

Makima's smile widened, pulling her hand away and standing up from her seat, claiming the spot next to you instead.

Looks like you were right once more. You never fail to intrigue her. You never fail to impress her. You never fail to make her fall harder for you.

"I love you," Makima wrapped her arms around yours, laying her head against your shoulder. She had to hold back a smirk that threatened to creep up on her lips when you suddenly sputtered, face red at her confession.

Despite it all, you still get flustered at her unpredictableness. You are still human after all. Her human. Her lover.

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛❛ If you like this a lot, consider reblogging! I'll appreciate it very very much! Don't repost and/or translate my work anywhere. ❜❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

#makima x reader #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #:;marshie.writes #:;oneshots #:;makima #chainsaw man

863 notes · View notes

hanavbara · 1 year

Photo

retro chainsaw man 🪚😈

#chainsaw man #denji #power #aki #makima #angel #angel devil #akiangel #my art #fanart

40K notes · View notes

yvotoro · 1 year

Photo

makima 🫀

#chainsaw man #makima #csm #fanart #yvo draws #been wanting to draw her for a minute!! in a mostly creepy confrontational kind of way....staring into ur soul #i hope i succeeded hehe :+)

30K notes · View notes

huyandere · 1 year

Photo

hello chainsaw man enjoyers

#Chainsaw man #CSM #Denji #Makima #aki hayawaka #power #csm power #hayakawa family

32K notes · View notes

reverberereration · 1 year

Text

“Makima would call you slurs” absolutely brainless take. Makima would tell you she’s got your back and to let her know if anyone’s giving you trouble, then quietly out you to your most homophobic coworkers. She’d make a vicious public example of them right before they crossed a socially acceptable line, filling you with relief but further isolating you. When the whisper campaign forced you out she’d hug you a little too hard at your going-away party and murmur that she wishes you the best. Six months later when your savings are running dry she’d show up at your doorstep and explain that she was just in the area and thought she’d invite her old work buddy out for a drink. She’d be wearing the same white dress shirt even though it’s pouring rain and you’d go along even though your girlfriend is due back in less than an hour. At the izakaya she’d tell you she heard about a new job opportunity that she thinks would be a great fit, as long as you don’t have any other commitments right now. You’d ignore your girlfriend’s texts to listen to her. It’s in a new town. You’d have to move. She needs an answer before the end of the night.

#chainsaw man #makima

21K notes · View notes

cracklewink · 2 months

Text