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forbidden-sunlight · 6 months

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yandere!beezlebub with makima!reader!headcanons

Warnings: manga spoilers for both Record of Ragnarok and Part One in Chainsaw Man, obsessive behavior, violence, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

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Hey guys, hope you are all having a lovely spooky month so far! :) I will admit that this fic here is probably one of the most challenging ones I've written because Makima....well, she is the embodiment of a necessary evil and does what she wants, when she wants. She cannot be contained unless it is to her advantage. And I honestly think she would definitely shake things up in Ragnarok...especially when not many people realize who she truly is until it is too late.

Shout out to @nunezs-stuff for their feedback and help on this fic!

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let us see what surprises await :)

You were annoyed with your current situation.

You had lost and died in a fight by the hands of someone who wasn’t Chainsaw Man, someone who hadn’t even been worthy to be the devil’s vessel. You did give Denji some credit for using his mind instead of charging towards his opponent.

No…he wasn’t the one you had fought in the cemetery that day. It had been Pochita, and he had heard every single insult meant to finally break what was left of Denji’s damaged psyche. You had dared to speak like that towards the only person you acknowledged as your equal, and you were punished for it.

Denji consumed your flesh, not as Chainsaw Man as you had always hoped if you ever lost against the legendary fiend. The humiliating memory was still fresh in your mind, but that isn’t why you were annoyed. No, you’ve come to accept that you were outwitted by a mangy dog whose scent you didn’t even bother to familiarize. Rather, it is because you were chained and collared as you had done to Denji, but it is not to a human.

A Valkyrie named Brunhilde was the one who held your leash, and she wanted you to save humanity from being destroyed by the gods by participating as a fighter in the Raganrok tournament.

You weren’t given a choice, because you would either follow her orders, including the commands of her sisters, or you would die. Kill anyone besides your target, you would die. Try to bend anyone, human, demigod, or god to your command? You would die.

Quite a conundrum, even when you still have control over your mind and body and Brunhilde says to just be grateful she’s been merciful.

You sighed. Suppose the only good thing in this predicament is that you can have coffee and do as you please without going against your contract with Brunhilde. If you weren’t wandering around Valhalla, you were either holed up in your quarters reading books or put to work to take care of some business on behalf of the Valkyries.

It wasn’t actually there, but you could feel the collar around your neck loosen and tighten at random intervals. The only way to nullify your contract with the Valkyries is to create a new one with someone else who isn’t a mortal, but even then Brunhilde would know as soon as she lost the leash.

So how can you get away from this tiresome role as a Valkyrie’s right-hand woman without getting caught?

Just when this thought passed through your mind, you felt the collar tugging towards the door from your cozy chair. Ah…it must be time. Marking your place between the pages with a laminated bookmark, you stood up and quickly changed into the suit you had worn from your days as a Public Safety officer. Time to get to work. Perhaps if everything goes well…Brunhilde will allow you to take a peek at the human world and see how your idol is faring. Chainsaw Man must be lonely without you around to praise and shower him with affection, the poor thing.

After witnessing Hades’ death by hands of Qin Shi Huang, the Philistine deity decided that it was time to end this foolish tournament in the next round. Whoever he would be fighting next will not be granted a swift, painless death…that would be too boring even for his standards. Yet when he stepped into the coliseum with the Staff of Apomyius, he froze upon seeing a woman standing idly in the middle, dressed in a suit and tie with [Hair Color] tresses pulled back in a braid. If he hadn’t seen those rings swirling in [Eye Color] orbs, he would have scoffed at the human for being too arrogant…except he now knew this wasn’t a mortal.

His opponent was none other than one of the Four Horsemen in Helheim, a harbinger that fed on mortals’ fear of control ever since Attlia the Hun’s campaign to dominate the world. The Conquest Devil. But why was she fighting the humans whom she wanted to destroy to fulfill a silly fantasy with the Chainsaw Devil? Well, no matter. He’ll just simply incapacitate her long enough to make everyone believe she had died in the fight and take her back to his laboratory as his newest lab rat.

Or so that had been the plan.

The amplified vibrations created from the Staff of Apomyuis to strengthen Palmyra would easily destroy a human’s body even if they were equipped with a Volundr, he had underestimated the Conquest Devil’s regeneration speed because within the moment he saw her body burst into bloodied, tiny pieces, they simply reassembled….and then there was a loud scream from the human’s side, followed by more horrified wailing.

She blinked at him, tilting her head with that condescending smile. “Is it my turn?” She asked coyly.

He scoffed, raising his weapon and to strike again when she suddenly blitzed towards him, pulling her dominant arm back for a strike when he activated Sorath Samekh. The backlash made the appendage fly off, and then it quickly reattached to her body. The dance repeated itself: he attacked, she regenerated. She attacked, he blocked it, and he countered it with another offensive technique that should have killed her….except no matter how many times he should have killed her, someone on the human’s side of the arena either died or screamed in agony as they lost an arm or a leg.

And the more that this fight dragged on, the Lord of the Flies felt his morbid curiosity growing more and more out of control. He wanted her. He wanted the Conquest Devil at his side, but not just as another toy to play with until he got bored. He wanted to know why she was here, how she died, what were her weaknesses and what is the root behind her obsession with the Chainsaw Devil.

Eventually, Zeus had decided to call their fight as a draw that would serve as a tiebreaker. He wasn’t pleased with this outcome, and neither was the Conquest Devil. Beezlebub could see her wanting to finish this fight, covered from head to toe in her blood and wearing a golden collar around her neck with a chain that extended from the arena to the private box on humanity’s side. Brunhilde. There was no one else how would be there, watching this show with a smile and possessing enough power to make the Conquest Devil bend to her will.

Unless….the Valkyrie had no idea the true nature of [First Name]?

He had to resist the urge to chase after her, forcing himself to retreat and take care of the wounds he had sustained from the fight. If it was true that Brunhilde did not know that her right-hand woman was one of the Four Horsemen…this unfortunate outcome to round eight might be a blessing in disguise after all.

He smiled in self-depreciation. Blessing, hm? Nothing ever good comes from those who are around me….but if there is someone who could kill me without having any remorse or becoming attached to the Priest of Gluttony…it is her. He thought, his mind drifting back to the memory of those mesmerizing, empty eyes.

Bonus Content

Brunhilde was furious with the outcome of round nine. Yes, she had allowed [First Name] to fight at half of her full capacity as per the terms of their contract and it was better to take a tie than another loss.

But how in the ever-living fuck did all the secret collaborators of the gods’ campaign to destroy mankind just happened to be in the humanity’s audience? Did [First Name] arrange all of this to happen to take down two birds with one stone? No. That wasn’t impossible. Even if these bastards had betrayed their own species, there’s no way that [First Name] would personally invite them. Not when Brunhilde limited her ‘free time’ in Valhalla, and received hourly reports on her every move.

[First Name] had a damned good sense of smell, but it was her photographic memory, and how she used it today was even worse. Once she had a face and a name memorized, all she had to do was think or say it, then poof. Any physical damage done to her body was transferred to the person whose name left her mouth. It’s why she is still standing without a single scratch on her body.

And seeing random humans getting picked off in the middle of a fight no doubt piqued the old geezer’s interest. That’s probably why he called the fight to end in a draw instead of letting it continue, thus avoiding a panic to occur.

Brunhilde chewed on her thumbnail. Shitshitshitshit! Why do things never go according to plan?!

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winxanity-ii · 23 days

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𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ᵇⁿʰᵃ

╰ ⌞🇲‌🇺‌🇱‌🇹‌🇮‌-🇸‌🇭‌🇮‌🇵‌🇸‌ 🇫‌🇮‌🇨‌🇸‌⌝

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝I have the power to control those I consider to be of lesser rank than myself; be thankful I don't feel like using it on you right now.❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find yourself surrounded by a world of heroes and villains, grappling with the decision to accept or deny your past.

Parts:

00 ┃ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 - 487 wc

01 ┃ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 - 2.2k wc

02 ┃ 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 2.0k wc

03 ┃ 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 2.0k wc

04 ┃ 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 - 2.6k wc

05 ┃ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 - 4.0k wc

06 ┃ 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 - 2.6k wc

07 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 2.0k wc

08 ┃ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 2.3k wc

09 ┃ 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 - 3.1k wc

10 ┃ 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 - 1.8k wc

11 ┃ 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏-𝐛 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 - 2.9k wc

12 ┃ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 3.6k wc

13 ┃ 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 - 2.0k wc

14 ┃ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬 - 3.0k wc

15 ┃ 𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 2.5k wc

16 ┃ 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 - 1.8k wc

17 ┃ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 2.4k wc

⌜𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜⌟

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　ʙɴʜᴀ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

[𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 #1 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: '𝐸𝒱𝐼𝐿']

[𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚/𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞: '𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢 𝑁𝑜 𝐻𝑖̄𝑟𝑜̄ 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎' 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎' 𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐘/𝐍 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 "𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚 (𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥)" 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚/𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞: '𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘔𝘢𝘯' 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢.]

P.S. *This is a FanFic (Fan made). The original characters shown in this book are an entire work of fiction unless stated otherwise.*

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: September 23, 2023 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: March 29, 2024 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: TBD

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [~]

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space-payacho · 3 months

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wrote something extremely short based on my old post

reader uses she/her pronouns. reblogs and feedback appreciated!

It started on the first day. Rumors going around on this new “liason” for the lost light. Human to be exact. Mixed reactions. Some excited. Some curious. Others found it a hassle, cause why a human right?

Up until the day she stepped in. only those like the captain, co captain and ultra magnus personally were introduced to her.

Rodimus took a liking to her right away. He dint know why. Maybe because he was excited to have a human on board. Maybe because she dint seem to disrespect him and look at him as a slacker.

Quite the opposite to him it looked like she seemed interested to meet him right?

Ultra magnus liked her. He’s seen her resume. Organized and no issues whatsoever. Someone he can rely on when it comes to reports turned in correctly and on time. Plus she had manners.

Megatron…he picked up something else but he couldn't tell what it exactly. Sure he had the same opinion as Magnus. Yet looking at her..looking at those particular eyes..of all the times he’s taken a look at humans back in his warlord days, he’s never seen eyes like that.

#mtmte x reader #maccadam #lost light x reader #transformers imagine #transformers x reader #might delete this tomorrow lmao #payacho fanfic #Makima!Reader #transformers imagines

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simplisticslime · 2 years

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First part here

Twisted Wonderland dorm leaders with

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Makima!reader

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Next bonus part with Nayuta [coming soon]

Vil👠

honey you're beautiful, those yellow eyes and that red hair along with that charming, intimidating smile a poisonous yet gentle aura would be a perfect addition to Pomefoire, hm? don't you want to?what a shame....

Vil at first didn't pay much attention, reader is just another pretty face but it doesn't come close to his feet

I don't you have much to say about it???your interaction was very little,but with meaning

Naive

Just another pawn, in the end he didn't have anything useful to help against the chainsaw man but his poison skills are powerful

Maybe we'll talk later Vil, maybe you'll be useful to Reader,who knowns?

After the Overbloat, Vil understood where such beauty and charisma came from, after that he will walk away, little does he know that he has already become a weapon like everyone who enters reader's path

Kalim ft.Jamil🐍

This two... They are a problem, especially Jamil, you two have very similar abilities, but of course Reader is stronger, they are the physical representation of control, during the Scarabia arc, Jamil thought He was controlling Reader but they were just running according to his game so as not to cause suspicion, at this point it was more interesting to know Jamil's intentions

Oh, one more thing in common...they both want control of everything, but on different levels.

Meanwhile Kalim reminds Reader a lot of someone named Danji, both innocent who are easily deceived, it's even nostalgic

During Overbloat, was the problem resolved even too easily? Seriously at this point maybe showing the control powers isn't so bad anymore, but a little secret sample again doesn't hurt

When Kalim discovers the truth, this ball of the sun doesn't stop asking questions, getting to the point of being irritating, as for Jamil, after that day, Reader may never be able to talk to Kalim again without being in secret

But does it really matter? Just another victim

Idia💻

I feel sorry for him, again Reader just played his game until they got bored

They have nothing in common, this friendship didn't last very long,Reader doesn't understand TWST technologies very well

Idia felt right away that something was wrong with Reader, in addition to being too sociable, beautiful, a pleasant voice, contagious smile, OH MY GOD IDIA DON'T TELL ME YOU-ah not just another comparison with an SSR character nothing much...

At this point he's already out of control, he's been manipulated

First sight day when he faced directly Reader knew they were a demon, that fragile human appearance will not fool him

Wait....what were you two talking about anyway?

Something's gone... His memory...HOW????

He finally remembered now, but it all happened so fast, so can you bring his brother back??? no? ah...

Malleus🐲

Ok now who is more powerful? You are certainly a very peculiar duo, Malleus has a mental strength worthy of a king, but this was his first friend..

Good luck to Sebek if he finds out about this before Reader tells him, wait, who is Sebek?

Everything has to go according to plan, Malleus certainly wasn't planned, but it's not bad to have new minds to fool.

There's not much to say about Malleus he's just someone who was more naive than the others, but maybe deep down Reader has some kind of affection for him and doesn't use him for the worst.

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Woah it's been a while since I wrote I did the first part as a test but I didn't think it would have such a repercussion, I would like to thank and apologize for the characters left OOC, I'm not very good at writing

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Chainsaw Man Quartet Eating You Out

Pairing: Denji, Aki Hayakawa, Power, Makima x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation, teasing, orgasm control, co-worker romance, praise, toy use

A/N: All different ways to do it, but they will all get you there, you just have to be good for them.

DENJI

Denji has no idea how to eat pussy but you've never seen anymore more eager to learn. He's very sloppy when he does it, his tongue and mouth everywhere on you, trying to figure out where and how is he needs to lick to make you moan as loud as he's currently doing against your clit.

AKI HAYAKAWA

Aki savors every lick he makes from your pussyhole to your clit. He wants to remember the taste, the smell, the sound you make, the sound your pussy makes when he pushes his finger inside of you and sucks around your clit so slowly you start riding his mouth and finger out of frustration, which feeds his ego a little.

POWER

Power loves holding your legs open while she teases you, taking away your orgasm right as its within your grasp. Instead she will bite, lick and kiss your thighs, avoiding where you need her most. You have to pull her by her horns in order to get her to move where you want her, and even then she will deny you, playfully fighting against your grip.

MAKIMA

Makima has you working with a vibrator up your pussy all day until you walk into her office, absolutely dripping and beg her to let you come. First she needs to taste how horny you are, its not enough for her to see it, or hear it, she wants you gripping the table, moaning so wonton that it makes your throat sore, and legs gripping her head to please, please let you finish already.

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #denji x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #power x reader #makima x reader #csm x reader #csm #csm smut #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man imagine #chainsaw man headcanons #csm headcanons #csm imagine #denji smut #aki hayakawa smut #power smut #makima smut

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ghibliwatcher · 1 year

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Denji taking interest in you | Yandere Denji x reader

— I’m still reading the first few chapters so it might not be accurate LMAO

Warning — not proofread, talks about murder briefly

After turning into Chainsaw Man for the first time, he met Makima. You were also there, but he didn’t notice at first since Makima was there to catch him from falling

The first time he notices you was during the car, where you take Makima’s jacket (she had asked you to, and you agreed) and put it over his bare shoulders. He was surprised to say the least, since you had treated him so kindly and not viewed him as trash

You sat there confused while Denji was staring intensely into your eyes (you were internally freaking out)

Makima saw this as an opportunity and pulled you aside while Denji was off to save a girl from a demon

“I think he likes you.” Makima smiled once she saw your confused look.

You had thought Denji had taken a liking towards Makima since her plan was to manipulate him into being his pet, so you brushed her comment off

“Why not? I bet you two could pull it off, and you know he has something I want. Why not make it easier for me since you two are the same age?”

You know her comment wasn’t a suggestion, more like an order. Once you saw Denji coming back with the girl, you reluctantly agreed

At first, you only saw Denji as a friend as you spent more time with him; however, Denji saw this as an opportunity

He begged you to feed him the soggy ramen because he couldn’t ‘move’

“Pleaseee, I can’t really move on my own…” How could you say no to those puppy eyes?

Makima smiled again as you and Denji interact with each other

As more time went on, Denji had started acting weird

Whenever you’re around with your male coworkers, Denji would bark at them to get away from you and hold your hand

“You would never leave me, right?” Denji had asked you once. You were quite taken aback, but your feelings had started to develop more for the boy so you replied with a “never”

His heart went SOARING after that

If you and him aren’t working together, he would throw a tantrum (even if Power was his partner, he would beg someone to replace her with you)

Denji was also trying to convince himself that you two were together. That’s why he was so ‘protective’ of you

Aki had a deep concern for the lovesick boy and had tried to talk to you about it, but Denji would always be sticking by your side 24/7

Once you two officially got together, Denji became more intimate with you (hugging you from behind, murdering anyone whoever dares to look at you)

You wondered why there were less coworkers now? And where was Aki? (You had also saw specks of blood on Denji but you assumed that it was from a devil)

In short, Denji is hopelessly in love with you and would do anything for you.

#chainsaw man #csm denji #denji x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #csm anime #csm x you #csm x reader #aki hayakawa #makima #power chainsaw man #reader included #yandere headcanons #chainsawman denji

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rougepancake · 8 months

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Minors and ageless blogs dni. Sexually explicit content below.

“Beg.” She huffs, placing her foot on your shoulder as you stare up at her helplessly. She looks like a goddess above you, while you are just a lowly creature that has been blessed with her presence.

“What?” Your voice wavers, and the question leaves your lips with an unsure tone that she isn’t too fond of. Her heel digs into your shoulder, causing you to groan in slight discomfort.

“You heard me. Now beg, or else I won’t touch you.” A smirk paints her lips as she speaks. She’s evil, isn’t she?

“P-Please…”

“Please what? Speak up.”

“… use me.”

She removes her foot and chuckles, pushing you onto your back and crawling between your legs seductively. Apparently she didn’t need too much convincing, she just wanted to hear you beg.

Because she knows she’s the only one that gets to see you like this.

QUANXI, Makio, TAO, Makima, Lisa Minci, Kafka, Yae Miko, YELAN, Tingyun, Annie Leonhart

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unluckiestmember · 1 year

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Makima x Innocent! Reader

Characters: Makima, Kishibe (Mentioned)

Tags: Fluff, Developing/Established Relationship, Soft! Makima, dogs, worrying, Kishibe being Kishibe, denial of feelings and misunderstandings.

Warnings: Spoiler Warning for the International Assassins Arc and the Gun Devil Arc. SFW.

A/N: Soft Makima = Best Makima?

SFW

Makima is a controller. For her it is either her way or no way. And if you dare to defy her, she will be the last thing you ever see.

She treats everyone like they are her dogs, toys and pawns in a larger game to win…

But not you. No, she treats you like an angel.

After missions and days at work, she will take you out to relax. No ifs ands or buts.

Gives you the best massages.

Isn't a fan of PDA. But if she feels threatened, she will grab you and show everyone who you belong to.

She won't force anything onto you unless important. She knows how timid you can be when making decisions.

She has no problem explaining to you her missions and tactics, though she will sugar coat some moments for your "safety".

Her dogs love you. They literally run in your direction when you go to Makima's home and just jump on you.

Yes, Makima is a little jealous of it.

Watches any movie you want to watch, good or bad.

If it's a horror movie, she'll hold your hand the entire time. And if there's a jumpscare, she'll hold you when you jump.

Loves when you get easily flustered but wont show it.

She'll literally stare at you with a small smile and quietly be in delight at your timid state.

Will ask about your day, which is something she doesn't do for ANYONE.

If you want a sleepover, Makima will do the whole nine yards. Endless snacks, a batch of good movies, bad movies and a bunch of blankets.

She only has ONE rule; Don't speak of what you two do outside of work to coworkers. You're her little secret. No one can have you but her. Not to mention she has a reputation to keep.

Will ask Kishibe, yes, Kishibe of all people, advice on how to care more and be better for you.

Will also ask how to tread lightly around you as to not scare you away. But will never admit it or say it out loud.

Say her eyes are beautiful or pretty. She'll melt just laugh and call you cute. Maybe even kiss you on the cheek.

In-Story (Spoilers Ahead)

When Makima fell for you, she thought she was sick.

So sick that she took a few days off of work to wonder what was happening to her.

She asked her higher ups and even Kishibe what was wrong in subtle ways.

They all concluded; she wasn't sick. She was in love.

But she didn't want to be. No, she wanted to just focus on Chainsaw Man and Denji! You were ruining her plans! You had to go.

So why couldn't she kill you?

She just couldn't kill you…

Though she continued to think her attraction to you was unnatural, she soon asked you out.

Say yes. Makima doesn't show it, but she wants you to accept her confession.

Though your relationship is not displayed around your co-workers, they know something is going on between you two.

They all think the same thing; "Good for her." "I'm happy for them." "She's dating someone? I thought she was just a scary emotionless woman!" "Lucky!"

Makima doesn't worry about anything.

So she's surprised she worries about you so much.

After your encounter with the Darkness Devil in hell, Makima was her usual quiet and mysterious self.

But Kishibe informs you she was worried sick when she found you.

And don't even get him started on how she was during the return of the Gun Devil.

She tries her best not to tell you her true motives with Denji, but if you give her puppy eyes she'll spill.

Please support her. The last thing she wants to do is kill her precious angel.

When you noticed her being extra friendly to Denji and Aki, your cute little head started to worry she would leave you for them.

She'll assure you in a sweet whisper that she only belongs to you.

Be on the look out for a jealous Denji...

"I'll admit. My motives will be seen as evil. But it is a necessary evil. I hope you understand... You have to understand. I know I can accomplish my mission, but it might be near impossible without you... Oh, I wasn't saying I-... Haha. Yes. I love you too."

Makima is a devil. A control devil. And could destroy the whole world.

But maybe. Just maybe. She'd sacrifice it all if it was for you…

Chainsaw Man requests are currently open! :D

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day! <3

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ca4dy · 2 months

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imagine shared breeding kink with Denji…

You guys have both never even thought of having children until recently. Being so busy devil hunting he can’t hold himself back when you two finally get alone. So when he gets his week off work you two go at it like animals.

"I... I need..." His voice is barely audible over the sound of their hard breaths together.

"I need to be inside you." He growls, his eyes wild and filled with a hunger he doesn't understand.

With one swift move, he flips them over, pinning her down beneath him. His cock, hard as steel, juts out between them, shining with pre-cum like a beacon in the darkness.

"Take me," He grunts, "take everything I am."

Feeling him enter your pussy. Your eyes fill with tears momentarily from the sting but You don’t stop him. Instead opting to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Fuck!" His voice is a hoarse whisper, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

He thrusts into you, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. His body shudders with every movement, his skin tingling with electricity from head to toe.

"I... I'm gonna come," He growls, his eyes locked on hers as he watches her face contort with pleasure and pain.

"I want you to feel this..." And with that, he slams inside one final time before collapsing onto you, both bodies trembling together in the aftermath of their union.

You blink up at him staring at him dreamily. He’s barely catching his breath before he starts moving inside you again.

"Fuck..." He gasps, his eyes widening as he looks at your inviting smile. He positions himself between your shaky legs once more, ready to claim her again and again until there are no drops left in him for her to take. He doesn't waste any time. With a single thrust, he plunges into you once more, their bodies connecting with an urgent need that refuses to be sated.

"I... I want you," He growls, his voice hoarse and filled with desire, "I want every part of you."

And with each stroke, he claims her again, filling the room with the sounds of their lovemaking, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony until they reach the peak of their passion once more. You wrapped your legs around Denji further trapping him inside as he prepared to paint your insides once more. He follows the lead, thrusting faster and harder than before, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythmic dance of lust.

"Y/n... I'm close," He gasps out, his voice breaking with the intensity of their lovemaking.

And with one final cry, he releases himself inside, filling her completely as they both reach their climax together. You wailed from the pain and pleasure of overstimulation still wanting more.

Eyes rolling and toes curling further you go limp under him.

He groans, his breath hot against her neck as he comes inside her. He pulls out of your beat up pussy slowly, bodies still connected by a thin thread of cum.

Without hesitation, he lowers his head and begins to clean her up, lapping at her sensitive folds with the same hunger that had consumed him moments ago.

"I... I love you," He whispers between licks, his tongue tracing every curve and crevice of her most intimate parts.

He continues his slow, tender assault on her most sensitive spots, each lick and suck drawing out another cry from her lips.

"Oh FUCK! I love you more than ANYTHING!" You nearly scream at the sensations he’s continuously giving you.

He continues his slow, tender assault on her most sensitive spots, each lick and suck drawing out another cry from her lips.

"I want... I want to make sure you're clean," He murmurs against her skin, his voice filled with a tenderness that leaves her breathless.

"And when we have our kids... I promise I'll be there for every moment." His words are soft but firm, a vow he intends to keep no matter what comes their way.

#chainsawman x reader #denji x reader #denji x fem reader #chainsaw man smut #fuck makima #breeding k1nk

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lehguru · 1 year

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CALLING THEM MY LOVE + CHAINSAW WOMEN

characters: makima, power, quanxi, asa, kobeni

warnings: not proofread; reader uses she pronoun and wears a bra in quanxi's, gender neutral on everyone else; slightly suggestive in quanxi's (im h-word for her ok) + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

makima loves to hear you use pet names with her. whenever any soft nickname leaves your lips, she smirks and gives you a side look, chuckling gently at your behavior. "my love, what do you think of this?" you say, showing her a picture of a dish on your phone. 'we could try it, my love', she chuckles again and shakes her head softly. (she will keep thinking about how you're the only person she will ever allow to treat her like that)

at first, power doesn't really get that you're calling her when you say a pet name. "my love, can you take a shower? aki called me to complain about it." her face turned so red, you thought she got embarrassed about not cleaning up, but the finger that she pointed at you made all your assumptions fly through the window. 'topknot is your love?! what the hell! yer supposed to be mine! mine, you hear me!' you giggle at her behavior and explain that's a soft name you decided to call her by, not aki. she immediately sits on your lap with a pout and 'yeah, it better be'

quanxi looks at you like a predator looks at its pray as soon as any sweet name leaves your lips. you're one of her girlfriends, but you always seemed to have more of her attention; so when you noticed her eyes on you, for what seemed the tenth time that day, you smiled and said: "my love, do you need something?". she groaned and threw her head back, motioning for you to come closer. as you started to walk up to her, she brought her head up again, just to stare at you with an hungry eye. she pulled you to sit on her lap, her hands quickly making their way up to unbutton your bra. 'i was just lookin' at what is mine, but... since you asked, i might as well take something, right?'

asa chokes on thin air if you use even the most simple nickname while talking to her. "my love, will you go hangout with denji today?" you asked, your eyes focused on taking notes for your next test. your head immediately snapped up when you heard the sound of your girlfriend choking, her hand resting against her chest. you tried to go closer, but the hand on her chest came forward to stop you from doing so. 'w-wait! what— what did you just called me?' after a moment to bring herself together, she gave you a quick hug. 'y-yeah, i'm going to meet up with denji today.... ho-honey'

kobeni starts crying. honestly, she starts crying whenever you show any kind of love or softness towards her. hearing that her brand new car recently got destroyed, you called her up to see if she was okay. "don't worry, my love! you know i'm here for you, right?" her voice was already a little emotional, but as soon as those words entered the speaker, you heard her start sobbing loudly on the other side. you were about to ask her to not cry over her car, but she cried out something that stopped you from doing so. 'y-you lobe me?!'

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Chainsaw Man Quartet Playing with You Under the Table

Pairing: Denji, Aki Hayakawa, Power, Makima x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, thigh squeezing's, clit stimulation, neck kissing, sneaking away

A/N: Something about being in public and having to stay quiet and the risk of it while still having a good time is so appealing to me.

DENJI

Keeps smiling while his hand slips into your underwear and moving his fingers to spread your pussy open and use his middle finger to rub your clit. The most frustrating thing is that he keeps eating and talking to people around you like he's isn't getting his whole hand wet from your horny slick.

AKI HAYAKAWA

Will squeeze your thighs under the table, in playful teasing at first but then he starts tracing patterns along your inner thighs and moving your panties to the side, sliding one finger in and keeping it fully still there. Enough for you to feel the fulfilling pressure inside you but not enough to stimulate your fully, keeping you on the edge.

POWER

Teases you shamelessly, leaning over to bite at your neck which at this point isn't that odd to your friends. What they don't know is that she also has her hand in your underwear, cupping your pussy and pressing the palm of her hand against your clit, her bites only encouraging you to subtly grind against her hand for relief.

MAKIMA

Delights in knowing how much you're squirming against her hand while she's taking calls. Luckily the people on the other end can't see you but they will hear you if you make too much noise, so be mindful of that. When she's done she offers you her hand and makes you get on your knees to clean it up instead of just wiping your cum off.

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 2 years

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summary: You might be the only one in your division not utterly smitten with your partner, Makima. Call it disinterest, call it being observant that her smiles never reach her eyes. Either way, you have no interest in bridging the gap between you both. But one day, an attempt is made, and it isn’t by you.

tags: pre!canon, f!reader (afab), spoilers for anime onlys, 18+ (loss of virginity, tribbing), reader owns these cats, yes i know children of the sea’s movie was not around during this time i don’t care

a/n: makima: *is a lonely character whose secret desire is that she wants something akin to family where she and the other party are equals but feels like she can’t because of her nature*. the makima x reader tag: *dom makima smut*. me: i guess if i want a piece on makima that focuses on her loneliness i’ll have to write it myself. so i did. thank you to my friend @cafedanslanuit for beta reading this for me, she was a big help!

AO3 / SEQUEL

“Good Morning.”

“Morning, Makima.” You recognized the soft voice of your partner even before you looked away from your book.

“The weather is quite nice today, isn’t it?” It was a pleasantly warm day in Tokyo.

“I’m personally more of a sweater weather girl, myself,” you disagreed good-naturedly. “I get hot too easily so I like the cold. I’m that person who drinks iced tea in winter.”

“I see.” Makima hummed. “How odd.”

With that, a silence fell over the both of you as you awaited your orders for the day. Whether or not you’d call it uncomfortable, you left up in the air. It had been a little over a month since you began working for the Tokyo Branch of the Public Safety Devil Hunters Bureau and neither you nor your partner made an attempt to bridge the gap between you both. Every odd socially obligatory small talk you’d potentially discover something new about each other.

Like today, for instance, Makima enjoyed warm weather while you preferred cool.

Riveting stuff, you thought sarcastically on your way from the bathroom when you saw a familiar brunette lurking from around a corner. “Good morning, Nanaka.” The girl jumped in surprise, looking like a child caught sneaking her hand into a jar of cookies.

“What do you think you’re doing sneaking up on people like that, [First]!” Nanaka snapped, cheeks flushed pink.

You held back a roll of your eyes, “I’m not the one drooling over Makima from a distance like a creep.”

Flustered, Nanaka fixed her posture from looming to rigid. “I’m not drooling!” She hissed adamantly. “I’m admiring! Miss Makima is one of our best devil hunters! She’ll definitely be in charge of her own division one day soon! I have no idea how you were placed to be her partner.” You shrugged, knowing your coworker wouldn’t be pleased regardless of your answer. Twas the punishment for being partnered to the woman everyone and their mom seemed to worship without hesitance.

Nanaka sighed wistfully. “You’re lucky you get to be Miss Makima’s partner.”

“I’ll be sure to remind myself I got lucky getting paired with Makima then.” You didn’t bother holding back your sarcasm. “I’ll reflect on my actions when we go on patrol.”

“You should be more respectful” Nanaka scolded, shooting you a glare for your less-than-awed perspective. “Miss Makima’s been working here longer than you and you talk to her so casually.”

You nodded in the direction of the devil hunter in question. “Hey, Makima’s the one who told me she didn’t care about keigo. Take that up with her.”

Nanaka shook her head disparagingly at you with a ‘hmph’. “I’m going to greet Miss Makima before you both go on patrol.” Her brown eyes sparkled at the sight of the red-haired devil hunter, practically skipping in her direction. “Miss Makima, good morning! I’m so sorry, I forgot to bring you that coffee you really liked!”

The blunder didn’t seem to worry Makima at all, fortunately for Nanaka, as she smiled in that rehearsed way you expected from your partner by now. “That’s no problem at all, Nanaka. Try not to forget next time, though. I look forward to your coffee each morning.”

The brown-haired member of your division giggled, pleased. “I’ll make sure to remember tomorrow.”

You’re in awe of Makima enough for the both of us, what do I need to be so reverent for? Nanaka would likely have many choice words for you if she heard your thoughts. Yet you only felt that awe decrease as you saw your associate fawning over Makima day after day when Makima barely seemed to return even a fraction of it. You eyed Makima’s face from the corner of your eye and closed it with a small huff. Not smiling again.

Makima’s smile never reached her eyes, no matter how politely she spoke or how warmly she seemingly behaved.

It was apparent to you from the first day you met her after you arrived in Tokyo as a newly hired member of the Public Safety Devil Hunters Bureau.

“[Last], this is your partner Makima. Makima, she’s new to the country but her Japanese is decent. Make sure to teach her well.”

“Of course.” Red ringed eyes looked at you soullessly. Makima was almost like a doll, her smile painted on. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, [First]. I look forward to our partnership. Be good for me, okay?”

A condescending, callous doll.

That opinion hadn’t changed in the time you worked together. Hence why you stared at Makima like she had grown a second head when, after being told of a devil by a panicking high schooler who had ditched class, she went into a restaurant and ordered a plate of chicken katsu curry.

You blinked as you watched the redhead take a seat at a booth. “Um, aren’t we going to get that devil?”

Makima smiled at you again, the same one that never reached her eyes. “Oh yes, you can get that, [First].” She said like it was obvious, ringed eyes looking you dead in the eye. “If I go now, my food will get cold.”

You felt an eye twitch in annoyance, watching as Makima brushed a stray strand of hair back into place. Do I look like Nanaka to you? You wanted to seethe but that was probably the reaction she wanted. You held back an annoyed sigh as you took deliberate steps in Makima’s direction, sitting across from her before she could say anything else.

Your eyes peered into gold flecked with lines of red before you raised a fist. “Janken. Loser has to kill the devil.”

A silence passed over the both of you, one considerably less comfortable than usual as Makima looked at you and you looked at her, unyielding. You weren’t Nanaka or any of the others part of your division that would happily swing your sword around at Makima’s request ー no, demand ー without a second thought. “Auntie, can you make me a bowl of tororo soba? Cold please!” You asked, eyes still staring into gold.

A second past, two seconds.

“Very well,” your partner finally raised her own fist, much to your satisfaction. “one round then. The loser will also have to pay for lunch.”

“I gotta warn you then, I’m a rock-paper-scissors master.” You smirked.

A smirk that only grew wider when you pulled paper to Makima’s rock.

“Looks like you’re treating me to lunch today, partner.” You wrapped your hand around her closed fist, almost marveling at how much smaller hers were in comparison to yours. “Like I said, Janken Champion right here. I don’t lose.”

You half-expected her to demand a rematch leading you to ‘tsk’ that there was no time with such a devil on the loose.

Or perhaps give you the glare of the lifetime for besting the oh-so-mighty and worshiped Makima.

Her actual reaction was much quieter, however, as she stared at your joined hands with an unreadable expression. Damn is she that upset? You removed your hand from hers, instead opting to lay your chin on your palm. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back then, Makima. I’ll try not to get too crazy with my ordering while you’re gone.”

“Go ahead and indulge yourself.” Makima insisted as she stood, throwing her coat on once more.

You thrummed your fingers lightly on the table as your partner left the restaurant. As if I’d actually push my luck that much. A small selfish part of you considered doing exactly that, picking up a menu and ordering much more than a meger bowl of cold-style soba. But it’s just not my style to piss off a ginger. You sighed to yourself quietly before calling for the waitress once more, “Auntie, can I get some iced barley tea too?”

“Of course, dear!” The elderly waitress said with her best customer service smile. “Your Japanese is quite good!”

“No no, I’m still learning something new everyday.” You negated, waving your hands. “It’s a hard language to learn.” After a few more brief exchanges, you found yourself still waiting for Makima as you sipped slowly on your iced tea. It was never as simple as killing a devil and calling it a day. There was still the report to make and waiting for the cleanup team before you could be dismissed from the scene.

Whenever she returned, Makima’s katsu curry would definitely go cold by then.

You eyed your soba that had arrived minutes prior and the curry dish beside it. The sight along with the smells was enough to make your mouth water.

Growl.

God damn it. You pointedly looked away from your bowl to the TV showcasing a baseball game, ignoring the strong smell of the curry spices. You could have cried in relief when your partner finally returned to the restaurant. “Oh you’re finally back,” you observed with composure.

Makima glanced at your soba as she took her seat. “That must have been there for a while,” she replied, observant.

“Well it isn’t like tororo soba can get any colder.” You shrugged, breaking apart your chopsticks. “Thanks for the food.”

“Thank you for the meal.”

“... the chicken katsu is soggy” Makima muttered after one bite. You snorted almost immediately, but said nothing in reply.

You could almost hear Nanaka hisses that you needed to be more respectful towards your senior or that you should have gone ahead and killed the devil instead. Yet you couldn’t find yourself feeling any regret as you saw something more than a fake smile or mild disinterest on your partner’s face. Even mild annoyance was better than her usual expressions.

Looks like I finally saw a new side to you, huh, partner. You held back another snicker.

“Oi!”

“Alô, senhor Rocha.” Hello, Mr. Rocha. You smiled tiredly as you approached the cash register. “Tudo bem?” Are you doing well?

“Tudo bem e você?” I’m well and you? The man asked as he checked your items.

“Estou bem também." I’m good too. You weren’t one to fear being alone, nor were you the type to get lonely easily. Still, the Rochas, a family of Brazilian immigrants who ran a small grocer, were a welcome part of your life in Tokyo, especially after work. “Só estou cansada.” I’m just tired.

“Oh!” You gave Mr. Rocha a curious look as you passed him the largest bill in your wallet. “I saw you earlier!” He said in accented Japanese, grinning widely as his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Com uma mulher!” With a woman! You knew exactly where this was going with that one statement. “Essa era sua namorada?” Was that your girlfriend?

“Não, não.” No, no. You shook your head with a nonchalant wave but it was too late as you saw the quickly approaching form of Mr. Rocha’s wife. The Rochas were always interested in your love life. You weren’t sure what it was “Nós-”

“O que ela parecia?” What did she look like? Mrs. Rocha looked at her husband with excitement.

“É ruiva com cabelo comprido.” She was a redhead with long hair. Mr. Rocha relayed.

Mrs. Rocha gave your shoulder a playful slap that was meant to be congratulatory. “É linda?” Is she beautiful?

You shook your head again, a mixture of exasperated yet amused. You supposed you’d indulge them for a few seconds. “É linda demais pra mim.” Too beautiful for me. You couldn’t hold back your chuckle as the older woman rolled her eyes, calling you ‘silly’ under her breath. "Nós apenas trabalhamos juntas; era uma patrulha.” We just work together; it was a patrol.

As expected, that lessened their enthusiasm drastically. “Tenha cuidado, por favor, [First].” Please be careful, [First]. The elderly woman pleaded with you as you left with your bags.

“Yes, yes.” You could barely contain your yawn. You waved farewell at the jovial couple. “Boa noite.” Good night.

Você é linda, mais que demais. Você é linda, sim… You hummed under your breath, lightly swinging your bag. You saw a new side to your devil hunting partner today. It had been a little over a month since you’d been working together and it was the first time you could confidently think something along that line.

It was like seeing a unicorn in a forest, something you’d never encounter again in your whole lifetime. Funny how unicorns are still considered fantasy when we live in a world with devils and fiends. But a rarity was a rarity. The two of you were work associates, neither of whom had displayed an interest in getting to know each other beyond what was necessary to do your job.

You doubted such a thing would ever be presented in front of you again, you yawned.

Or so you thought when you found yourself, the next day, being taken out of a morning read by the sound of something being placed on the table in front of you. You lowered your book, finding your new company to be Makima and a cup of coffee. “Good morning, [First].”

You raised an eyebrow. “Morning, Makima.” You stared at the cup then at your partner. “Did you need something?”

“It’s iced coffee.” Makima explained as if she were telling you the sky was blue.

Exasperated, you shook your head. “I know it’s iced coffee, but I mean why are you giving it to me?” Isn’t that the coffee Nanaka gets you every day? Were the unexpressed words between you.

“I’m not one for cold drinks but then I remembered you saying you enjoyed them.” Makima nudged the drink closer to you, eyes almost owlish. Is this some weird ass test? Or is she trying to get back at me because of the janken thing? “Go ahead and take it.”

From the corner of your eye, you could feel the glare of a familiar brunette. Nanaka’ll kill me if I drink that. As if she were agreeing with your sentiments, that glare felt even hotter. “Thanks but you keep it. Coffee messes with my stomach.” With a strong hint of finality, you stood up. It would be best to find a different place to read. “Let me know when they dish out orders, I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”

Odd.

“[First], give me your pen.” You found yourself side-eying your partner in displeasure the next day as the redhead held out her hand expectantly. “I have paperwork.”

No shit, we both have paperwork. “There’s a pen right in front of you.” You look pointedly at the pen that she was already using, placed neatly atop the files she was still working on.

Makima smiled as if she were expecting that answer, “mine ran out of ink.”

“The hell am I supposed to do my paperwork with if I give you my pen then?” You asked sourly, unable to keep the annoyance from your voice.

Makima placed her hand thoughtfully on her chin for a moment before picking up the pen she claimed was empty. “Would you like to use my pen in exchange?” She smiled yet it only looked mocking.

“I don’t.” Your response was clipped as you turned your head and continued working. Almost expectantly, another member in the office practically skipped over at the opportunity. “I have a pen for you to use, Miss Makima!” He all but sang.

Things came to a boiling point a few days later on patrol when the following sentence left Makima’s lips:

“[First], tell me why you decided to join the Bureau.”

You huffed in annoyance. Does this woman not understand the concept of asking people for things? Pretending you didn’t hear her, you deliberately looked off into the distance ignoring another call of your name. “Ahh, what a peaceful day it was for this patrol wouldn’t you say?”

“Tell me why you decided to join the Tokyo Branch Bureau.” Makima repeated and you rolled your eyes, knowing she couldn’t see it. “That’s an order.”

You blinked.

Twice.

Thrice.

The kettle that your irritation and anger boiled over.

With a twitch of your eye, you turned your head over your shoulder. “You know, there’s these words called ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.” You snapped, the annoyances from the week fueling your harsh tone. “Believe it or not, just telling people to do things for you isn’t how normal relationships work if you’re trying to be someone’s friend!”

Surprise, that would best describe the look on Makima’s face right now. Genuine surprise, but at what you didn’t know. Perhaps Makima was so used to getting her way that hearing you snap was something she wasn’t expecting. “If you wanna know why I joined the Bureau I don’t care, but you’re not just going to demand I tell you like that. Ask again like a normal person and I might consider it.”

You stared at gold and gold stared back at youbefore Makima finally relented.

“[First], why did you decide to join the Tokyo Branch Bureau?”

“I hated living in my home country and I wanted the free company housing in whatever place I ended up moving to.” See, was that so hard? You leaned against the railing beside you. “But I couldn’t exactly put that on my application, so the official reason is that generic stuff everyone else puts on it. I just added how I felt my abilities would be best suited for international relations.”

“England, Ireland, Brazil, Japan. Japan got back to me first, so here I am. I’m probably gonna move into my own apartment though, company housing is fine but I want my own place.” And you were sure a few of them were starting to catch on to the two cats you snuck into the building.

“That was quite a chance roll.” Makima finally commented. “What if Brazil had responded first?”

“I guess I’d be in Brazil right now then.” You looked away from your partner with a shrug, enjoying the peach and carmine sunset. You had a friend in Fortaleza, you could have roomed with her until you got a place. “I studied a few languages when I was younger because I always wanted to do work that would allow me to travel. It didn’t really matter to me where I ended up as long as it wasn’t home, so I didn’t apply to the branch in my city.”

“And you can risk your life for that reason?” Makima asked you carefully. “Is that enough for you?”

You hummed thoughtfully. A friend back home asked the same question, although it was tinged with worry in contrast to Makima’s genuine curiosity. “I’ll probably change my mind someday, but for right now, it is.”

Your anger subsided, you sighed peacefully with a smile as you looked at the Tokyo cityline. You had yet to get tired of it. It was busy and crowded, but it was yours even at the protest of your relatives who were worried you were making a mistake of gargantuan proportions. “Yep, definitely enough.” You stretched your arms. “It’s about time for the night shifters to start heading out. Should we head back to the main office?”

There was no protest to be had. “Yes, we should.”

“Makima.”

“Yes?”

“Pull rank on me like that again and I’m gonna flick your forehead.”

You received no response to what you considered a promise, not an empty threat. Whether or not Makima believed you, you didn’t know.

The sight of the Tokyo Branch building was a welcome one. Fuck cooking, I’m ordering out tonight. After your exchange a half-hour prior with Makima, you were tempted to add dessert to that order. “See you on Monday.” You waved without sparing Makima so much as a glance as two night shifters you recognized as Tsubomi and Akira brushed past you.

“Oh you’re just coming back, Miss Makima?”

“I’m glad I caught you on the way out! How was your patrol?”

“It went smoothly this time.” Came the soft reply.

In spite of yourself, you peeked over at your partner and coworkers as you turned the corner to get your things from your desk. To your lack of surprise, Makima’s usual smile was found nowhere in her eyes. What was a surprise, however, was the dimness in them.

What kind of expression was that?

A solemn dimness danced in Makima’s eyes in spite of the warmth she was surrounded by.

Lonely.

That was the feeling Makima’s eyes had given you.

You scratched the back of your head, mildly irritated at the guilt you felt. Damn it. No, no no. I just want to go home, feed my cats, and call it a day. I don’t have work tomorrow either, I can sleep in! Still, you found yourself lingering at your desk as Makima walked in now that the evening patrollers had gone on their way. I didn’t even do anything wrong, she was being a bitch!

It was only your cursed luck that while digging for your walkman, you found two coupons for okonomiyaki in your bag.

Fuck, I forgot about this. It goes bad tomorrow.

It wasn’t the grandest gift to receive after saving a person’s life, but you happily received it from a young couple whose lives you saved from a worm devil.

“When things like this happen, it’s obviously a sign from the universe,” you could hear Himeno’s voice.

Cosmic timing was a bitch, but it was a bitch you were interested in seeing through.

“Makima, wanna go to this okonomiyaki place?” You held up crumpled coupons with an air of nonchalance that you hoped seemed natural. If Makima sensed your hesitance, you couldn’t tell. You’d almost say she seemed surprised again. Not that I blame her after earlier. Not that it still wasn’t irritating. “Some people I helped out on a job a while back gave it to me and these expire tomorrow. I’ll pay this time since it’s discounted.” You added jokingly. “Feel free to say ‘no’ though since it’s a last minute offer.”

When there was no immediate response, you placed the coupons in your bag neatly. “Well, I’ll see you next week-”

“I’ll go.” Makima’s smile was small and light as she followed you out. “You just seemed angry at me before, I’m just surprised you asked me to tag along for dinner, kouhai.” A teasing lilt accompanied a mocking smile.

“You and me both, senpai.” You replied with more sarcasm than not. And there she goes, instantly making me regret this.

“Do you mind me asking why?”

“You just seemed lonely, is all.”

You didn’t notice you were walking alone until you were half way down the hall. “Makima?” You paused with a nonplussed raise of your eyebrow, looking back at where the redhead stood. She looked at you like you grew a third head, eyes shockingly wide and mouth slightly ajar. “You alright?”

Makima composed herself as if the strike of midnight broke the spell. “Yes.”

But was she? The answer to your unasked question eluded you.

“[First], mind if I drink this?” Himeno’s voice was nearly too loud in the practically empty room you sat in.

You nodded in the direction of your iced tea without taking your eyes off your paperwork. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“Damn this tastes great, what is this?!” Himeno moaned, taking a lengthy sip. You doubted there’d be anything left for you by the time she finished.

“Some fancy elderberry assam tea. Makima got it for me.” She would give you a different kind of tea every week much to Nanaka’s chagrin. It seemed Makima had taken your preferences into consideration, she hadn’t brought you coffee again since her first odd attempt to bring you a drink. You accepted it this time, however. The first time felt more like an order. These times with tea felt more like offers. Besides, like I’m turning down a bomb cup of tea.

Himeno’s blue eyes twinkled in surprise, “Makima’s getting you tea?” The disbelief in her tone was less than subtle. “I guess you two are finally starting to get along better.”

“I wouldn’t say we didn’t get along before, we worked together just fine.” You racked your brain trying to find the best explanation. ‘We just had a mutual disinterest in one another’ seemed too harsh. “We just weren’t really trying to be friends before.” Not that you could confidently say you were friends even now. Are we?

Yet even as you thought that, there was something different to your partner that you couldn’t quite place. She seemed… relaxed somehow, if that was the right way to put it.

You didn’t want to completely delude yourself into thinking you were receiving some kind of special treatment. Regardless of her relationships with your living coworkers, you didn’t know anything about Makima’s relationships with her previous partners. Still you had the distinct feeling that the woman wasn’t the type to buy tea for someone she didn’t care for. Nanaka had been working at the Bureau for nearly two years and Makima hadn’t brought her anything.

What was with the time with coffee then? You stamped your name at the end of a document. It isn’t like I need an official friendship license from her but-

A thoughtful hum from Himeno swept you away from your thoughts. “I suppose that’s good. I hope this new buddy of mine’ll bring me drinks without me asking.” The next sip had the tell-tell sign of being filled with nothing but ice. Himeno continued to act blasé and, out of respect, you did the same. You weren’t sure how many partners the devil hunter had, you only knew they never seemed to last long.

You could only wish Himeno luck that this partner assignment would be different.

“I need a vacation. Maybe up north to Hokkaido this winter, I wanna see that snow festival in Sapporo.” Himeno sighed listlessly. “I need a change of scenery from home tonight too, but I don’t wanna go to my sister’s. She’s more worried about me than usual right now.”

“Wanna crash at my place for the night then?” You had finally moved from company housing into your own apartment. Himeno had been to the company provided apartment you had once before after you’d gone drinking with some other devil hunters. Invitations for Himeno to spend the night at your place were now only applicable as long as she was sober.

“If I did that, you wouldn’t let me get any sleep, [First].” Your friend winked.

“I’d let you get a little sleep, Hime.” You winked, pointing your pen at her.

Himeno gave you a light shove and squealed jokingly. “[First]! That isn’t talk for the office.”

“You’re the one who brought it up.” You giggled in return, signing the last of your paperwork as Himeno wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “But seriously though, if you wanna avoid your sister for a night, you can crash at my place if you-”

“[First].”

The two of you jolted out the sudden calling of your name. “Jeez, Makima warn a guy first!” You groaned, sighing as your heart rate slowed. You shot your partner a dirty look but it withered when you took notice of the dead-eyed glare pointed back at you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look this pissed.

Makima’s eyes raised from your shoulders to your eyes. “Am I interrupting something?”

Himeno slid off your shoulders with a sheepish grin. “Morning, Makima.” She chuckled, clearly perturbed. “We were just goofing off, don’t mind us.”

Makima’s eyes drifted to you and you nodded, “I was just finishing up my paperwork and Himeno was keeping me company.”

“I see.” The corners of Makima’s lips turned upwards slightly but the rings of her eyes seemed colder than ever. “I just came to tell [First] it was time for us to head out on our patrol. Maybe you can goof off together next time.”

“Er, yeah.” You placed your paperwork, finished in the nick of time, to the side. “I’ll be right there, just give me a second.”

Himeno shot you a look that clearly read: What the hell’s wrong with her?

Girl, I don’t know. You shot back. If looks could kill would be an understatement, what happened to make Makima so upset in the first place? Even when the higher ups really had sticks up their asses, Makima never seemed phased. Nor did she ever seem particularly bothered when her weird bossy streak with you hadn’t gone her way.

What was so different about today?

Himeno waved you off when you were ready to leave, “have a good patrol.” She tossed your empty cup into a garbage bin. “I’ll go to one of those cool capsule hotels and shake things up tonight.”

With a wave of your own, you bid your friend adieu. You turned, finding Makima waiting for you expectantly. You expected her to be strolling down the hallway by now. You shared a quiet look, feeling as if you were being observed. Makima broke contact first as she finally led the way out of the building.

Now this… is an awkward silence. You pressed your lips into a line as people and cars alike passed you by. You glanced at Makima curiously, contemplating the reason for her upset. “You alright?” Your curiosity eventually won you over.

“What do you mean?” Your partner asked in response.

“You just seem…” you wondered what was the best way to put it. “Upset right now. Did something happen with the higher ups? Or is it a personal thing?”

Makima spared you a glance after a few moments of silence. “I didn’t realize you and Himeno were so close.”

That was the last thing you were expecting to come from Makima’s lips.

“I guess we’re pretty friendly. I go drinking with her and some of the others in her division sometimes.” Less than half the people from that first drinking party were still around now. “It’s a fun time if you ever go but just be careful about letting Himeno have one too many.” You always carefully stopped after two, Himeno was a bottomless pit who drank past her limits. Needless to say, you became one of the many devil hunters Himeno had drunkenly kissed.

Regardless, nothing had spoiled between you both.

You pursed your lips for a moment. “I’m not too much of a drinker. I know that work-drink culture is a big thing here in Japan, but I try not to do it too much especially if Himeno’s already been throwing it back.”

“Does she come to your home often?”

“Not particularly?” You answered truthfully. “She’s banned from coming over while drunk.” When you were still living in the company apartments, you had naively brought her over to sleep off her drinking. That night ended with her throwing up in your bathtub and falling asleep on the floor of your hallway. Never again. You shuddered. “She stops by every once and again but it’s usually me and my cats. You have any?”

“I have a few dogs.”

You gave Makima a look of appraisal. “You seem like a dog person, it makes sense.”

Compared to before, Makima’s mood seemed to shift into something more pleasant. “You seem like you would own cats.”

“Tell me about your dogs?” That simple question was what led to your discovery that Makima owned seven dogs, each named after a dessert she was fond of. You never would have pegged her for such an animal lover, nor were you sure how she always managed to keep her suits impeccably clean. Even after rolling over your clothes, you’d always find stray hairs that you missed hours after leaving your house.

When the conversation spilled into talking about your cats, you enthusiastically spared no details. Whether it was a dog, cat, fish or rabbit, you were sure any pet parent would agree coming home to them was one of the best feelings in the world. Your two were troublemakers to some extent. Bagheera would occasionally be a brat and knock over your pen if you didn’t pet him, you gave up trying to keep Tora from going onto the top of your fridge after a month of her developing the habit. You wouldn’t trade them for the world though. “You should come over and meet them some time.” You laughed at a memory of your cats sticking their paws under the door after you had the audacity to leave them behind. “If you don’t hate cats, I think you’d like them.”

Without missing a beat, Makima asked, “when can I come over?”

“You got any plans our next day off?” When her answer came back negative, you nodded in self-assurance. “Then if you got the time, swing on over to my place. We can eat or something, I haven’t had anyone over to this new place yet.”

Something about that statement made Makima’s eyes seem brighter. “I look forward to being the first.”

“I love my cats but I gotta give the disclaimer,” you remembered before you got too ahead of yourselves. “Tora can be pretty skittish when it comes to new people, so she might run off when she sees you. Her brother loves people though, so you have nothing to worry about with him.”

Makima was unperturbed by your revelation. “I’m quite good with animals.”

That was the same thing Himeno said before Tora promptly hid under your bed the rest of her first stay. But you didn’t see a reason to burst Makima’s bubble when she actually seemed excited to come over. “Alright, I’ll provide the dinner. You provide the movie.”

“What movies do you like?”

“Surprise me.” You wondered what sort of movies a person like Makima would enjoy. “Is there anything you’d like for dinner?

“Surprise me.”

And surprised she would be, you swore, when you heard the knock on your door.

“Yo, welcome to my humble abode.” You greeted playfully as you swung open the door. Makima was pretty, that was an objective fact. Knowing that still didn’t prepare you for how taken aback you’d be by the pale pink wrap dress she was wearing. For once her hair was out of its usual braid, cascading down her shoulders in a sea of red. Makima was the exact definition of lovely.

“How do I look?” Makima’s voice pulled you out of your stupor.

“You look great, I feel so underdressed.” You weren’t dressed in your lounge clothes by any means, but you definitely weren’t dressed to impress anybody. Makima doesn’t seem like the type to even own sweatpants, why am I surprised she’d wear something pretty even to just hang out with a friend? You cursed your lack of awareness, knowing it was too late to suddenly change outfits.

“I like what you’re wearing, it’s best to wear something comfortable if you’re going to be cooking.” Makima sniffed the air lightly, “did you make carbonara? Carbonara and…”she paused for a moment. “steamed vegetables?”

“Damn how can you tell?” You clapped, impressed at her accurate guesses. “I also got everything to make affogato al caffe.”

Makima seemed quite pleased with herself, “I have a uniquely good sense of smell.” She pointed a slender finger at her nose. “I look forward to the dessert, I’ve only had affogato once.” She prepared to enter your house with the greetings finished, but you held a hand up before she could take a step forward.

“Ah ah ah.” you grinned mischievously. “What’s the movie?”

The last thing you were expecting her to hold was a Pulp Fiction DVD case. “I thought it would be fun watching this one, it’s a favorite of mine.” Her expressions morphed into one of questioning. “Are you a fan of crime movies? The storytelling is non-linear too.”

“No way, I love Samuel L. Jackson, we have to watch it.” You plucked the DVD from her small hands protectively. It was a classic Samuel L. movie you had yet to watch, it was time to rip the bandaid off. You stepped to the side with a noble bow. “You pass the movie check.”

It didn’t take long for your cats to take note of your guest. Bagheera made his way as you expected, eyes round with interest. Tora, unsurprisingly, kept her distance. “Tora,” Makima kneeled, hand waiting for the younger of your two cats expectantly. Her other hand brushed Bagheera’s chin lightly. “Come here.”

“She doesn’t really...” You left your sentence unfinished as you watched in awe as Tora bound forward, rubbing her head against Makima’s hand lovingly.

“What is it?” Makima asked as if she hadn’t easily gained the affection of your most fearful cat.

“I’m just surprised,” you relayed, still finding it unreal as your calico-tabby pressed her head into Makima’s hand once more. “Tora usually isn’t the best around people, usually just runs off immediately when she realizes someone else is in the house. Her brother’s the friendly one, which… you already knew.” And yet, this time your black tom wasn’t alone in his purrs and bunts as he indulged in your partner’s attention.

Amusement glinted in Makima’s eyes. “I did mention I have a way with animals, didn’t I?”

“Well excuse me for being a naysayer.” You roll your eyes with a snort. “Tora, you turncoat. You’re both being put up in my room while we eat.”

Makima shook her head, “it’ll be fine.”

“Trust me, Tora will not let you eat in peace.”

“You’ll let us eat in peace, won’t you, girl.” Makima booped Tora’s nose lightly.

And somehow, Tora did. Dinner was pleasant, the affogato was delicious and both your cats behaved like angels as you watched Pulp Fiction on your couch. Bagheera I can understand but Tora? Is this even my cat right now? You were convinced this had to be some sort of witchcraft, but your thoughts subsided as you fell deeper into the movie.

“Look, if you wanna play blind man go walk with the shepherd,” Jules said in annoyance as you glanced at the woman beside you with a feeling of satisfaction. Bagheera laid on her lap, purring softly while Tora snoozed close by. Then your phone rang, killing the pleasant atmosphere.

“Sorry, I just need to make sure this isn’t important.” You excused yourself while Makima paused the film, walking towards the kitchen. “Hello?”

“[Firrrst].” You released an immediate sigh of exasperation when you recognized the voice, drunkenly slurred and all. “I don’t wanna have to call my sister to pick me up.”

“Oh god, Himeno, how much did you drink?!”

Himeno sounded too noble for her own good. “A lady never gets drunk, she sips.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “And I’m over how they killed off Morris Chestnut in Anaconda 2.” You replied sarcastically, fighting back a grin at the sound of your friend’s giggles. “Just call your sister, you dumbass. Please tell me you’re not by yourself.”

“I’m at the restaurant still.” Himeno slurred and you sighed in relief. “Can’t I come over?”

“I have,” at the burning sense of staring on your back, you looked over at your guest to see her looking back at you. Just another second. “company over. Besides, you threw up in my bathtub at my old place last time. Come over when you’re sober.”

“You gonna keep me up all night then if I do?” Himeno hiccupped.

“Proposition me when you’re not drunk out your mind, I’ll do all the stuff you heart desires with breakfast included.”

“Can you just make me breakfast now?” Himeno whined and you hoped that she

“Himeno, if you don’t get off the phone with me and call your sister to pick you up. Look, what restaurant are you staying at? I’ll send over a cab to get you-”

“No, no, I’ll call her. I just needed a pep talk.”

“Good.” You released a breath of relief. The last thing the streets of Tokyo needed was a drunk devil hunter getting picked off because a devil spotted an opportunity. “Try not to drink so much next time? I’m gonna call to make sure you actually got home with your sister just fine.”

She’s like a maelstrom, you hung up the phone. “Sorry about that.” You beamed sheepishly as you made your way back to the couch. “Friends, am I right?”

“It’s fine.” You weren’t convinced with the way Makima’s small smile adopted its usual forcedness.

“... you sure you’re alright?” You asked after neither of you pressed play on the remote.

“Don’t…” Makima cut off her sentence as quickly as it began. She pet Bagheera’s head as if her life depended on it and it crossed your mind that even someone like Makima could feel nervous. “I don’t like it when you make those sorts of jokes.” She said at last as if it were a struggle to find the right phrasing. “The ones you make with Himeno.”

“Oh- I’m so sorry.” You apologize immediately the moment you recognized the jokes that were being referenced. “I didn’t realize I was making you uncomfortable. I’ll tell Himeno too, alright?”

At the pause, you felt that wasn’t a satisfactory response. “Makima?” You waited a moment. “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me everything that’s wrong.” You sat closer than you previously sat to the redhead. Frustrated, that was the best way to describe the look on her face with her red eyebrows furrowed lightly.

“I don’t want you to make those jokes in general with anybody.”

Pretty dress, hair down.

You felt a sense of dread wash over you in your realization. “Is this a date?” When Makima’s eyes met yours, you already knew her answer. You wished you could throw yourself off a cliff.

“When I was invited over for dinner, I assumed that’s what this would be.” Dinner, a movie and of course you made dessert.

A date with Makima, that’s what this was. If someone told you when you first met, you’d be on one with her, you’d have thought they were drunk. Now that you were in this situation, you found yourself less bothered with it than what the past you would have expected. Makima was a beautiful woman, you weren’t blind to how she garnered attention from so many people. It had always simply been her attitude for you.

But this Makima, the one who enjoyed the company of your cats and enjoyed light banterー she was a Makima you’d be interested in dating.

No, what had you bothered now was the misunderstanding entirely. Makima was on Venus and you were on a different planet entirely.

“Please don’t consider this a real date, this shouldn’t count.” You pinched your nose in embarrassment. “Look, I’m a lot better at dates when I know I’m supposed to be on one. I need a date do-over.” Your friend wouldn’t call drunk, nor would you make jokes about sleeping with them. “Give me a chance to actually impress you. I don’t do boring dinner first dates, I make sure you have a good time. We could do… billiards!”

You were relieved that Makima seemed intrigued. “What do I get when I win?”

“Ohohoho, such confidence.” You snorted, light and amused. “What makes you think you’ll win?”

A lightness rolled off Makima in waves as she partook in your banter, “I’m a billiards champion.” The smile she gave reached her eyes.

The redhead looked more beautiful to you in that moment than she ever did in your entire time knowing her.

“Well in the very, very unlikely chance you win a round against me in a round of billiards…” You folded your arms, pretending to think deeply. “You get another date with me. And when I win, because I never lose,” you smirked loosely. “I’ll take you on another date. Equivalent exchange, win-win situation.”

As it turned out, Makima was a much better billiards player than you bargained for. Still, you got a date out of it.

One date.

Two dates.

Many dates you lost count of over the months. You were each other’s best kept secret, you didn’t want to incur the wrath that would come from Makima’s fans at the office if they knew you were dating her. You were sure the Rochas would be squealing with glee whenever they learned that pretty redhead did become your girlfriend. Oh they definitely won’t let me live that down. You chuckled to yourself as you placed a dish on the drying rack. “Custard, get that out your mouth.” You eyed one of the large dogs Makima called her own, chewing something you couldn’t see.

You groaned as the hound scurried away, mysterious piece of food in tow.

“Makima!” You called out for your girlfriend who was in her room watching Children of the Sea. “Can you get your dog?” When you got no response, you sighed. Custard, however, looked pleased as whatever she was eating had been happily consumed. Great. With a shake of your head, you turned off the kitchen light and headed for your girlfriend’s room.

It was Custard’s victory this time, you ceded as you peered into your girlfriend’s room. The film was at its climax with the odd yet pulling festival of rebirth.

You didn’t understand it when you first saw the film. It had you in the first half, with its promise of an ocean-themed coming-of-age movie from the protagonists. Then it devolved into visual acid with themes you couldn’t understand. Yet you watched it again and again, trying to figure out the meaning of the movie's metaphors. Somehow you fell in love with it, you thought, as you watched a frantic Ruka swimming with no avail to Umi who dissolved into millions of galaxies feasted upon the sea life.

You couldn’t say you completely understood it beyond a vague feeling, but you loved it all the same. You found it funny how it mirrored the evolution of your relationship. You smiled to yourself, deciding to make your presence known and tell your girlfriend as much. “Need a tissue, Maki?” You teased gently.

She always cried watching this movie; you almost had a heart attack the first time. Makima didn’t look like the type to cry while watching film. She was surprisingly picky when it came to them, but when she found one she truly enjoyed, her reaction would be apparent. “Maybe Ruka’ll meet the boys in another life.” You wiped the corner of her eye, though the tears were quickly replaced with more.

“You shouldn’t tease your girlfriend when she’s crying,” you thought she’d sniffle.

“Nanaka would be upset to hear you talk to me like this,” you figured Makima would tease in return, dabbing away at her eyes with tissue.

When she did neither of those things, dimly staring into your eyes, you knit your eyebrows in concern. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You entreated anxiously.

“Make love to me. That’s an order.” Was the last thing you thought would come from your girlfriend’s lips.

“I- what? No.” The flick you gave to Makima’s forehead was soft. “I’m not gonna have sex with you when you’re crying, you dummy.” Your words were soft despite your gruff choice in words. Makima was a virgin, much to your surprise when she told you. Popular as she was, you figured that she would have been with someone. “I’m waiting for the right person. I didn’t want something meaningless for the first time, I want it to be intimate.” She explained and you left it at that, saying that you’d take things at her pace. “We’re not doing anything when you’re upset.” You looked at your hands aimlessly before turning off the TV and closing the door.

You counted to three, inhaling and exhaling briefly.

When you came back to her bed, you brushed away your girlfriend’s tears again before pulling her into your chest and lying on your side. You licked your lips nervously. “Listen I… I’m not the best when it comes to talking about emotions. I suck ass at comforting people. But I’m here for you, Makima. Whatever it is, I can accept it. You don’t have to tell me now but whenever you’re ready, you can throw it at me. I’ll be here.”

You didn’t ask what was wrong again.

Not while Makima’s small hands clutched the front of your shirt tightly.

Not as you rubbed Makima’s back in soft caresses, hoping it would calm her down.

“I like dating you,” Makima murmured into your shirt when she was able. “I want things to stay like this. I want things to be equal.” Where on earth was this coming from?

“I like dating you too,” you reassured, not wanting to stoke the flames of her insecurities. “I like what we have going on. Is there a reason you feel like things are unequal?” You tried searching for moments in your relationship as lovers that might have made her feel like the dedication and commitment wasn’t even. You stroked the back of her head, fingers lingering on the silky feeling of her hair. “If I made you feel like I wasn’t in this with you, I’m sorry. I just need to know where I messed up and how I can be better.”

“What if I was a devil?” The room felt too quiet with that question and you paused your ministrations.

“What kind of devil are we talking about?” You murmured as Makima gripped the front of your shirt tighter and you tightened your hold in return. “A Spider Devil? Cat Devil? A Who-Cares-What Devil?”

“Control Devil.”

You inhaled deeply before releasing your breath. The adoration from your coworkers, Tora’s abnormal behavior. Nothing came as a surprise in the moment. “I could live with that.”

“I’d always have devil tendencies.”

You whispered, “I can deal with that.”

“I might try ordering you.” Makima didn’t fight back as you peeled the fingers of her hand from your shirt.

“You can try that. I’ve denied plenty of your orders before, I’ll do it again.” You kissed her palm lightly before kissing her fingers. “I think I told you before I’d flick your forehead if you tried pulling some nonsense on me. I can’t say things would always be easy.” No, you definitely weren’t naive enough to believe that. Love was a choice. Parents chose to love their children even when they were being irredeemable brats. Couples chose to stay together during the hard times. This was simply another version of that. A big version.

This was a secret that could never be spilled. You were sure if your parents knew what would come of you becoming a devil hunter, they would have hid your passport. You weren’t even sure what introducing Makima to your family would look like even before her revelation.

And yet, and yet.

“But I wouldn’t leave you for being a devil.” You vowed simply. “You’re Makima either way and that’s who I want to be with for the foreseeable future. Some hiccups aside, I think what we have is pretty damn equal. You can’t dominate the indomitable.”

The two of you laid down in silence before Makima spoke quietly, “I can’t make equal relationships with people as the Control Devil.”

“You made one with me.” The calm Makima unraveled with your words and her body racked against yours. You simply held her throughout it, wondering about the life Makima had before this.

Who else knew about Makima’s true identity?

Why was a devil being employed to kill other devils?

How long had Makima been alone in this situation to become the detached individual you first became acquainted with?

Despite the many thoughts swimming in your head, you still felt resolutely the same. Had you been given the chance to go back in time, you’d have pursued the same path once more. You woke up the next morning feeling the same way as the morning sunlight disturbed your slumber.

“You asleep?” You ran your fingers through her hair softly.

“I’m awake.” Eyes still closed, Makima hugged you tighter. Even without seeing her face, you could tell she was smiling. One with warmth that reached her voice. “I’m just listening.”

You couldn’t hold back a smile yourself. “I didn’t take you for the sappy type.”

Makima raised her head. “I think you were the sappy one last night.” Her eyes were a bit pink from her crying, but she looked otherwise pleased.

She was stunning.

You placed a hand on her cheek, brushing away a stray hair with your thumb. “You’re beautiful when you smile. When you actually smile. I could always tell you were faking before.” Makima’s eyes closed but her smile remained as she leaned into your palm, one of her own hands cupping the one holding her. “Can I kiss you?”

“Will you make a contract with me?” Makima opened her eyes with a question. With her true identity exposed, you could see why her eyes were ringed. There was something pulling about them, like a hypno wheel meant to hypnotize unsuspecting volunteers of a hypnotist. Fitting for the Control Devil. You wondered what it was that made you so resistant to them when the majority of your coworkers couldn’t stop fawning over Makima the moment they laid eyes on her.

“What’s the contract you have in mind?

“I won’t use my power on you, in exchange, we have to stay together forever. We’ll eat a lot together, sleep together, and live a happy life together.”

A lifelong contractー the contract of a lifetime. There would be no outs after you agreed to it, if you agreed to it.

There was no doubt in your mind however, as Makima held her heart on a silver platter. You, the member of your family who became a devil hunter just to have an excuse to leave your home country.

“That sounds like a good contract to me.” You pressed your lips firmly against hers. Makima wrapped her arms around your shoulders with equal vigor. Her lips spread easily at the gentle slide of your tongue on her bottom lip and warmth pooled in your stomach as your kissing continued.

Wordlessly, you looked down at her and she wordlessly gave you her answer. The Control Devil relinquishing control; there had to be nothing scarier to her. But she still trusted you; that made your heart swell with love and adoration.

You peppered her breasts with wet kisses as you unbuttoned her shirt, a hand trailing down to lift her skirt and slip off her undergarments. Makima exhaled deeply as your fingers faintly touched her folds. You kept up this teasing until Makima pressed her legs together to prevent your hand from moving. She’s so wet.

“It’s not fair that you’re still in all your clothes.” She breathed, breath ghosting your lips. You chuckled quietly, kissing her as an apology before slipping off your clothes.

You moaned in unison as your clits rubbed together. It was the morning and you were staving off the last of your sleep, tribbing felt like it would be the best move to go with. All you wanted that morning was to feel Makima against you and even then as you felt her sex against yours, it wasn’t close enough.

Damn, I wish I had the strap. The day you could finally use it on her couldn’t come soon enough you thought as you ground your core against hers. Makima would be beautiful taking it, just as she was now, head thrown back in pleasure. You wanted to tease her, bringing the Control Devil to the precipice of pleasure before denying her release. You wanted to spoil her and give everything she wanted until society collapsed in on itself.

Makima’s hips bucked underneath you, moaning and mewling softly. You wanted to see her when she came. You circled her clit as you thrust yourselves against one another, chasing Makima’s release.

With a shudder, Makima came with your name on her lips and you tumbled over the edge with her after a few more thrusts.

Euphoria. That was what Makima was in as you kissed her cheeks and forehead, whispering sweet things in her ear. Pure, unadulterated euphoria. “You were so good for me.” You praised her. “I love you.”

Love.

Love she wouldn’t need her powers for.

Love based on equity.

Not the cheap imitations she received from Nanaka, Tsubomi and Akira. Nor the cold callous from the government officials that raised her. This was agapé. The love she saw in movies and novels.

You would stay together forever. You would eat a lot together, sleep together and live a long life together. That was the contract you agreed to.

“I love you, [First].” Makima held you closely as she came down from her high.

She loved you and you loved her.

Nothing could come between you both.

You smiled lazily as Makima regained her composure. “The next time we get time off, we should go on a vacation together.”

“Yes,” Makima smiled in return. “we should. A long vacation, just the two of us.”

It didn’t matter where, you just needed to be together. Nothing could be allowed to come between this bond. Not work, nor death. She’d follow you from this life to the next.

This was your contract.

Makima crossed her arms behind her back as she stared down the higher ups of the Tokyo Branch Bureau made with plastic and false pleasantries.

“You’ll let me leave the Public Safety Bureau with a large severance pay. That’s an order.”

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obitohno · 1 year

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let's talk kinks

aki, angel, denji, power, makima

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, edging, orgasm denial, oral sex, foot fetish, foot jobs, pussy grinding, piss kink, golden shower, sex toys, chastity belt, lingerie, vibrators, paddles, pussy spanking, degradation

word count ⤸

1.7k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

the way that i’ve been desperate to write about csm kinks has been rotting my brain, but the wait is finally over! also, this is my first time writing wlw, so i really hope that it’s not completely terrible to read ;-; i had a lot of fun writing these, so pls enjoy!

reblogs are appreciated ~

you think that it’s entirely unfair, how easily aki is able to snatch the breath from your lungs each time that his lips ghost over the surface of your skin, unable to voice it so when he kisses you just like that.

he’s no stranger to the way that the muscles of your inner thighs clench, stretching wide enough to accommodate the width of his shoulders, broad enough to have you aching as he tongues at your clit, his gentle hum of approval vibrating over your sensitive nub. it throbs beneath the flat of his tongue, glistening with the shine of his saliva that only serves to aid the drooling mess that escapes the fluttering entrance of your hole, forced open around the tight stretch of his fingers.

his teeth graze over your clit, the wet muscle of his tongue delving between your folds to taste where your scent is the strongest. he groans, and along with him, you mewl with the promise of your fast-approaching climax.

only, it doesn’t come.

as soon as your fingers are clenching tight around the ink-like strands of his hair, his mouth is all but torn away, and you’re left choking, a pitched cry of frustration gasped from between your kiss-swollen lips.

‘c’mon!’

he actually dares to huff a laugh, the heat of his breath fanned across the sensitive crook of your hip. furiously, your clit pounds, the tune matching that of the rapid beat of your pulse, and you sob with the loss of your well-deserved orgasm. repeatedly, his tongue—aided with the to-and-fro of his fingers buried within the cavern of your cunt—brings you to the summit, only to force you to abandon each time. you’re sobbing, slit desperately ground against the mould of his mouth, but you fail the realise that the pitched keen that escapes you—accompanied by the shimmering of your sclera—only serve to inflate the swell of his ego as he brings you to the edge of yet another orgasm, only, to let you fall, again.

‘a-aki! please!’

he’s grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he thumbs at your swollen clit.

‘since you asked so nicely.’

ଓ

it’s movie night, and you are a tad baffled when denji encourages the press of your heel between his legs.

the night had started as usual, with your legs stretched across the length of the settee, feet pillowed by his lap, his fingers deftly working through a knot that has been niggling at the arch of your foot all day. you’d thought nothing of the breathy moan that had escaped you when the pad of his thumb worked to release the tension, but clearly, he had. only, you don’t realise it until you’re stretching your toes and your ankle brushes against the evident bulge that has swelled between his thighs. at first, you make to pull away, an apology already spilling from out of your mouth, but his fingers catch, curling around the circumference of your ankle.

‘again,’ he begs, nostrils flaring as he exhales a nervous, jittery sigh. there’s a dusting of pink forming on the bridge of his nose, and the sight alone has you agreeing readily, the press of your foot nudging at his groin once more.

his brows pull together, and just a couple of strokes have him moaning throatily, hips rolling to meet each press of your foot. watching him has your thighs clenching, the spark of your own arousal dampening the lining of your underwear, and you can’t help but moan along with him when he tears at the fabric of his sweats, the rigid heat of his cock now gliding against the flat of your foot without a barrier to halt him. the rounded shape of the tip of him is swollen an angry shade of red that matches the blush that dominates his cheeks, and you’re awed by the way that his expression morphs into one of unabashed bliss. his slit is weeping a mess all over your toes, and it has the blunt edges of your teeth biting into the plush of your bottom lip, and it is mere curiosity that has your heel grinding into the squishy pillowing of his balls, prized by the way that he wails.

‘more, more, fuck, please, don’t stop—!’

ଓ

it is with power straddled above you, the damp warmth of her pussy slipping and sliding over your own, when you announce that you need to use the bathroom.

only, when you attempt to sit upright, expecting her to allow you to empty your bladder within the comforts of the bathroom, the palms of her hands are pawing at the curve of your breasts, fingers roughly pinching at your nipples before scratching over your ribs to find purchase there. fiercely, the schlick, schlick, schlick of her sopping cunt melds to yours, circling, grinding, stroking you closer and closer to where she wants—needs—you, and your gut coils with the phantom whispers of the orgasm that teases at your pulsing hole. each brush of her public hair tickles at your clit, the texture sodden with the diamanté of your arousal intermingling with hers, and each wet thud of her hips dropping to yours has a breath punched from out of your mouth.

the velvet-like glide of her folds make your head spin, and beneath her, you squirm, the release of your bladder now dangerous close.

‘ah—w-wait,’ you manage to gasp into the the silk of her hair, her teething nipping at your throat. ‘i really need to—’

‘so, go,’ she’s grinning, all wicked teeth and the bite of her nails scratching at your ribs once more. despite the fire that scorches the apples of your cheeks, no further encouragement is needed, and just as her fingers are prodding at the tight muscles of your hole, your bladder releases in time with the pitch of your orgasm, cresting high as the spray of golden liquid wets power’s groin, along with your shaking thighs. you don’t know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed, wide eyed as you acknowledge the dampened bedsheets with a coy mewl, and perched above you, power squeals, the slight curves of her breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath that is greedily sucked into the ‘o’ that shapes her lips, jaw slack as she watches you recover enough to brush the tremble of your thumb between the stretch of her thighs.

‘your turn, hm?’

ଓ

angel has always been pretty, you think, but you are unprepared for just how beautiful he looks bound in nothing but the frilled lace that hides the contraption that cages his weeping prick.

it had been he who had presented the idea, already bearing the pink-plated chastity belt as he drops the key into the palm of your hand. he’s entrusted you, you recognise, and the realisation has your heart swelling with pride. you don’t question where he bought such a device, yet, when he presses a silver-coated bullet vibrator into your other hand, you feel the hitching of your own breath, watching as he teases at the hem of the frilly white material that hugs at his waist. they’re quickly tugged down the expanse of his cream-coloured thighs, and upon the sight of the translucent string of sap that clings to the flimsy fabric, your mouth is watering. he kneels before you, squirming under the heat of your gaze, and when your stare drops from the sweet pinking of his cheeks to the belt that hides his cock from view, his lungs expand and deflate just a little faster.

your tongue is probing into the valley of his mouth when there’s a click! and a buzz, which is then followed by a low, drawn out moan that is muffled to your shoulder. the warmth of his thighs are already damp with perspiration, and nerves have your fingers trembling, by no fault of the vibrating toy that has his balls swelling within the confides of the chastity belt. it’s not long before he’s drooling, teeth scraping over the curve of your shoulder, greedily humping at the press of the palm of your hand as he seeks moremoremore of the toe-curling bliss bestowed upon him.

despite the fact that the cage prevents the full expansion of his girth, you’re still able to watch as his slit leaks a pretty mess down the bumps of your knuckles, and when the bullet strokes a path over the sensitive skin of his perineum, his jaw drops and he shrieks.

‘m-more—pleasepleaseplease—!’

ଓ

you probably shouldn’t have trusted that when makima had promised to take it easy on you, that she’d be telling the truth.

the smirk that had flashed across her face should have been telling, and yet, it isn’t until she has you stripped bare, bent over her equally naked thigh, that it finally dawns on you that this isn’t going to be a typical punishment. you’d been especially bratty this evening, she’d reminded you on the way home from a meal shared at your favourite restaurant, and this, apparently, is her way of ensuring that you thank her properly. still, when the leather padding is roughly tapped against the naked curve of your pussy, you’re unable to muffle the strained moan that is torn from your throat.

subconsciously, your hips roll, desperation pushing the edge of the paddle between your folds, which spread to reveal the slick-soaked hole that dances with anticipation. but, instead of the fingers that you’ve become familiar with widening the muscles of your inner walls, the paddle retreats and then, in one swift motion, it connects with a sharp squelch, and the squeak you expel quickly morphs into a moan. the sting ricochets, and the way that your pussy throbs is laced with both pain and arousal.

again, and again, the paddle beats at your sopping cunt until your lustrous secretion is oozing a tacky stain on the thighs that pillow the weight of you humping uselessly into the air. no matter how much you beg, she refuses to stuff your clenching hole, the pads of her fingers teasing over your rim instead, only, she doesn’t touch you there, either, not really. instead, the paddle, now sodden with your arousal, is harshly slapped over your pulsing clit, and when you scream, she scoffs.

‘how pitiful,’ she tuts, grinding the flat of the leather, up-down, up-down, up-down, until you’re just about to come undone.

you’re gasping, feet kicking out as you beg, ‘please, please—!’

but instead of hearing your cries, she simply laughs.

‘how pathetic, indeed.’

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lilchibi-chan · 4 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬

Makima x Fem! Reader

content: 18+ only. nsfw. dom! makima, begging, edging, use of toys

You’ve been under Makima’s wing and part of her team for about a year now. Though she can be a bit distant, she has an aura about her that you can’t help but be interested in. She’s powerful, mesmerizing and beautiful. The way she’s carries herself with confidence is something you wish you had.

“Y/N,” she coos, pulling you out of your trance

“Y-yes Ms.Makima,” you say, a flush of warmth going over your cheeks

“Will you be joining us this evening for a drink,” she says leaning on the door frame

“Oh, y-yeah. I am”

“Well then what are you waiting for? Everyone’s ready,” she says with a smile

You get up from where you were sitting and you all make your way to the restaurant.

Once sat, everyone orders food and pitchers of beer, amongst other beverages. You were sat next to Makima on one side while Denji was on the other. He was already past his limit, but he looked like he was having a good time. You however, could hold your liquor very well.

“Wow y/n, 3 pints down and you’re still going strong,” Makima says impressed

“Y-yeah, I guess I’m a pretty good drinker…or at least better than Denji,” you say with a laugh

Makima lets out a small laugh as well

“You know Ms. Makima, I didn’t think you would show much interest in me when I first joined your team. I heard you weren’t the most..personable person in the world…but I’m grateful for your mentorship,” you say, feeling your cheeks blushing

“Y/N,” she says placing a hand on your thigh,“you, Denji and power are all special assets to my team. I care about you all very deeply.”

She moves closer to your ear and whispers.

“You in particular though, are different,” she says, sending shivers down your spine

You continue to drink and have a good time with everyone, until you finally check your phone.

11:00 PM

“Wow, I didn’t realize it was so late,” you say surprised

You start to get up to leave and Makima stands with you.

“Will you be heading out too miss,” you ask

“Yes, I feel like accompanying you home,” she says nonchalantly

“O-oh, w-well okay,” you say shocked at her forwardness

“W-what about Denji and Power,” you ask

“They’ll be fine,” she says

“Now come along”

You follow after her

You both enter the car and you tell her your address. The drive is quiet, but you could feel a tension in the air between you and her.

“M-miss Makima-,” you start and she cuts you off

“We’re not at work right now, so you can drop the formalities. Just call me, Makima,” she says

“M-makima, I just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed tonight and it was really nice being sat next to you,” you say honestly

The car stops in front of your house

“Thank you for the ride,” you say

“Aren’t you going to invite me in y/n. I’ve known you for a year and I haven’t even seen what your place looks like,” she says with a smirk

“O-oh y-yes, please come in mi-I mean Makima,” you say

“Oh, but first I’d like to let you know that I have a pet, I hope you don’t mind. They’re very sweet and stay out of trouble,” you inform her

“It’s no trouble at all,” she says

You take out your keys and unlock the door to your apartment. Your pet comes to greet you and gets shy once they notice you’re not alone.

“It’s okay honey,” you say soothing them,“this is my boss, she’s going to stay for a little bit. That’s okay, right,” you ask

Your pet approaches Makima slowly and she crouches to their level

“It’s nice to meet you little one,” she says in a voice smooth as fresh honey

“Would you like water or anything,” you ask Makima

“No, I’m fine thank you,” she says

“Where’s your bathroom,” she asks

“Down the hall. It’s the first door. I’ll be in my room changing, it’s next to the bathroom. Make yourself at home,” you say

Both of you head down the hall.

When Makima enters the bathroom, she admires the space, but her eyes stop on the bathtub. She notices you’ve left a lovely little pink friend in there.

As you’re changing into your pjs, you hear the door open. Thinking it’s your pet, you turn around, breasts fully exposed.

“M-Makima, I-I thought-,” you’re interrupted when you notice what she has in her hands

Forgetting you’re only wearing panties, you rush over to her and try to take the vibrator out of her hand, but she quickly moves it out of your reach.

“Who knew you were such a dirty little thing,” she says in your ear

She cups your face in her free hand.

“What do you think about when you have this between your legs,” she asks seductively

You avoid eye contact and stay quiet. You feel your nipples get hard as the cold air of your fan bites at them.

“Look at me,” she commands and you can’t help but do what she says

“That’s a good girl. Now tell me. What do you think about,” she commands

“I-I think about…”

“There’s no use in hiding it doll. I’ve already found your toy,” she says

“I think about..you,” you say honestly

She smiles at you. A smile filled with lust and eyes filled with power.

“Then how about I make your fantasies a reality tonight, but trust me when I say, they won’t come easy,” she says

She gets close to your ear. You feel yourself get more stimulated being so close to her that your nipples are touching the fabric of her shirt.

“I’m going to edge you, until you’re begging me to make you cum,” she pulls away

Your eyes meet once again.

“Now be a good girl for me and remove your panties, right here,” she instructs

You do as she says and look into her eyes again.

“Get on the bed”

Again, you follow her commands.

“Now I want you to spread your legs and show yourself to me. I want to see you.”

You hesitate, feeling even more vulnerable than you already are.

She hovers over you.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll make you darling and the experience will be much more unbearable for you. Just the thought of watching you writhe and squirm is exciting. Now will you do it?”

“Yes,” you say obeying

“Yes what,” she coos

“Yes, miss,” you say

“That’s my sweet girl,” she says cupping your chin

She gets off the bed and you spread your legs, then hide your face.

“Uh uh, don’t hide honey. I want to see all of you.”

You put your hands at your side.

“You’re so slick already and I haven’t even done anything yet,” she says with satisfaction

“My needy girl, the first thing we’re gonna do is get you dripping wet.”

She turned on the vibrator and put it to your nipples. You jolt a bit due to the unexpected sensation. The vibrator is moved further down your body until it reaches your already sensitive clit.

A moan escapes your mouth and then you bite your lip.

“You don’t need to silence yourself. I want to hear you.”

She moves the vibrator back to your clit again, leaving it for a couple seconds longer. You move your hips and grind against it.

“Uh uh, keep those hips still. I told you, it’s not going to be easy.”

You let out a small groan

“I know you wanna cum, but I’m not ready to let you do that just yet.”

“I wonder what other things you’re hiding in here,” she says and crouches to look under your bed

“Hmm nothing under here,” she says then makes her way over to your closet

On your top shelf, she notices a box. She takes it down and opens it. She sees restraints, a flogger, a dildo, lube and a few other bits and bobs.

She makes her way back over to you, box in hand.

“Oh, you really are a naughty girl,” she says and you see the fire light in her eyes

She restrains your arms.

“Now you can’t hide that beautiful face from me.”

She restrains your legs.

“Just in case. I don’t want you hiding your wet little cunt from me, sweetheart,” she says

She takes a body oil out from the box and pours some over you. She starts massaging your waist. Her touch making your back arch. She works her way up your body and massages your breasts, stopping over one of your nipples and slowly rolling it between her fingers.

She stops for a second and your eyes flutter open. You look over at her and see she’s getting undressed.

“I want to feel you,” she says before heading back over to you

She gets on top of you and starts massaging you again. Feeling her bare pussy on top of yours sends you into a new fit of pleasure as you think about her grinding against you.

You feel yourself buck your hips again. She lets out a small laugh.

“Getting needy are we. Let me see how you feel down there,” she says, removing one of her hands from your chest and down to your pussy.

“Mmmm, you are getting drenched,” she says and starts making small circles on your clit with her fingers, massaging your breast with her other hand

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” she says

She’s off of you and heads down the bed. She pushes your legs up and lays down.

“Oh, you’re so fucking pretty honey~”

She places her tongue to the lips of your cunt and splits them slowly. She takes her hands to hold you open and you feel yourself clenching and throbbing. Getting wetter and wetter.

“Such a beautiful, needy little thing~”

She places her tongue back to you and teases your clit with her thumb

A fit of small moans escapes you and as much as you want to move your hips, you can’t because Makima is holding you down.

You feel yourself get closer to your climax and then she stops.

She goes up to your face and kisses your lips.

“Taste yourself sweetheart. You taste so fucking good and as much as I wanted to go longer, you’re not allowed to cum yet,” she says and starts making out with you

You want nothing more than to touch her and hold her closer to your body. Let your hands and fingers roam about her body. Feel what she feels like. Wondering if she’s as needy as you are. Wondering if she knows you want her as much as she wants you and as much as you want to cum for her.

You’re calmer now, but you are still very stimulated as your thoughts are filled with her.

She moves her hands up to your restraints and frees them. She breaks away from your lips and stands up. She frees your feet.

“Flip over on your stomach and get on your knees baby,” she says and gives you one more kiss

You do as she says and you arch back

“I didn’t think the view of you could get any better, but fuck you’re even more stunning this way.”

She grabs the dildo and lube from the box, as well as your butt plug.

She first starts with her fingers, licking them before entering you. She’s pumps in and out of you slowly, making sure you feel every stroke. She adds a third finger once you feel loose enough. She removes her fingers and they are replace with your dildo. You feel the balls of it slapping your clit and it starts to drive you wild. You want to push back on it, but in fear that you’ll cum, you decide against it. You didn’t want to disobey Makima.

As she continues pumping into you with the dildo, you feel a liquid going over your asshole and you release a small gasp. Makima lets out a small laugh.

“Doll, I can’t please one needy hole and not pleasure the other. She just looked so lonely, but don’t worry, i’ll take good care of her.”

She starts massaging circles around your other hole while still thrusting into you. More waves of pleasure take over your body. She adds more and more lube until you’re loose enough for her to finger your ass. You let out a loud moan. She removes the dildo from you and places your vibrator to your clit, still fingering you in your other place. That’s when you feel that big rush about to happen and she stops again.

She grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you close to her.

“You’ve been so good for me and I know you were so close just now, but I need you to hold on a bit longer.”

“Makima please, I can’t take anymore,” you say pleading

“You can baby. I know you can. Now face me,” she says and lets go of your hair

You turn around and now you’re face to face with her.

“Put this in,” she says holding your butt plug

You take it from her and insert it, letting out a moan.

She places your dildo under you

“Ride it and don’t break eye contact with me,” she says

You mount the dildo, mouth agape as it fills you up.

You bounce up and down on it.

“Touch yourself,” she says

You take your fingers and play with your clit

“Makima,” you moan out

“That’s it baby, scream for me,” she says with a delighted smile

“Makima,” you moan out a bit louder

“Keep going baby, do you feel it? That pressure building in your core as you bounce that beautiful pussy up and down that shaft,” she asks

“Y-yes,” you say almost breathless

“Do you want to cum,” she asks

You nod.

“Let me hear you baby. Tell me what you want,” she says

“I w-want to cum! Pl-please let me cum,” you say begging

“Go ahead,” she whispers in your ear,“cum for me sweetheart.”

You went a bit faster, your strokes becoming needier and needier for pleasure and then it happens. That sweet bliss. That pressure finally gone.

“Good girl,” she says and places a kiss on your lips

But you have one more thing you want to do

“M-Makima, I w-want to make you feel good too,”you say

“Is that so,” she says intrigued

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Say what you want,” she says

“Lay down,” you say

You place her legs over your shoulders and you take her in for a moment. You can’t believe this is real. You spread her lips with your fingers and you feel her warmth. She’s just as wet as you were before, maybe even wetter. You start to eat her out and her moans are now filling the room. You start to include your fingers and tease her asshole a bit while pleasuring her. You stop because you want to feel her against you when she cums.

“Sit up, I want to feel you against me,” you say

“Wow, my princess is all grown up now, telling me what she wants confidently. Alright,” she says

You both entangle your limbs, pussies just centimeters apart until you make impact and start grinding against each other. Both of you releasing a symphony of moans from the pleasuring of feeling each other up close. Your fluids combining with each others. Bliss, pure bliss.

You both cum at the same time and Makima kisses you hungrily, then deepens it.

“You were so good baby, let’s rest now,” she says

You both lay down under the covers and she gives you one more kiss on the lips and the kisses your forehead.

“Good night,” she says

You say it back and both drift off to sleep.

Sooooooo I’m back!!!!!!! I hope you all who are of age enjoyed this and uhhhh I’ll see you again soon. Requests are always open, so don’t be afraid to ask.

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