#Makima/reader

[wowcatboys]

Hi! Ur one of my favorite csm fanfic writers, and I hope you have a good day today. Since your request is still open, Im going to take advantage of it haha.... Can you write a headcanon for Quanxi, Power, and Makima where their s/o is a med student and they are struggling to adjust to a VERY busy schedule with almost no time for socializing outside of school and internships? There are also times where they sleep at 1:00 a.m. and wake up at 5:00 a.m., which is probably because I procrastinate A LOT and Im still wondering how I am still alive today.

Hi!! Thank you 🖤 I hope your studies are going well! (and dear LORD babe please get more sleep if you're reading this go to bed RIGHT NOW)

(Fem pronouns for Quanxi, GN for Power/Makima)

Quanxi

Quanxi isn't particularly social herself, so she struggles to understand why you miss parties with your friends or getting dinner with your family. After all, you're working hard towards a career you're passionate about, and the two of you have a good thing going. What more could a sweet, driven girl like yourself want? Still, she doesn't like seeing you stressed, so she makes it a point to get you out of the house on weekends. "You can do this later," she tells you, shutting your textbook despite your protests. "All your friends are already at the restaurant, and we'll only stay for a little while." She ensures you slip a little time for yourself in your packed schedule, even if going out to bowling alleys or movie theaters with your friend group isn't her favorite. At least she gets to hold your hand the whole time.

She's a master at taking care of her girl—Quanxi always makes sure that you're comfortable, even three hours deep into test-prep. She knows your favorite source of caffeine and keeps it on-hand 24/7. Whenever she notices your eyes start drooping, she wordlessly places a tall glass at your elbow, placing a quick kiss on the top of your head. If it's cold, she grabs a blanket and your favorite socks. If it's been a few hours since lunch and you're blatantly ignoring your rumbling tummy, Quanxi pops out to grab your favorite take-out. You never have to ask; she just knows what you need, and provides it without delay.

Though Quanxi worries about your sleeping habits and demanding schedule, she knows you're an adult and can manage yourself. She doesn't nag or chide you if you're putting your studies first, and forgetting to shower every now-and-then. She does what she can to help, and she always, always tells you she's proud of you. Whenever you're ready to scream at the paper you're writing or about to cry into a pile of flashcards, she gently rubs your shoulders. "Hey," she says, "You're working hard. I'm so proud of you." Maybe to anyone else it wouldn't seem like much, but Quanxi is so sincere and tender as she works the knots out of your tired shoulders. Her quiet words are almost always enough to give you a second wind.

Despite her policy to let you do your own thing, Quanxi does get after you if she notices you procrastinating. She knows you need a break sometimes, but she also knows if you put off your work too long you'll be ten times as stressed when you're staring down a looming deadline. "Hey, cutie," she pinches your cheek, gentle but insistent enough to make you scrunch your nose up. "You better hit the books." If you protest, she raises an eyebrow at you. "You know I'm right. Just work on it for a little bit, and then we can cuddle and watch your favorite show or something." As you pass her by, grumbling about your workload, she smacks your ass for good measure. It's usually enough to make you smile back at her, and stop complaining.

Quanxi buys you a set of scrubs in your favorite color. "So my girl won't forget about me, even when she's busy," Quanxi teases, and you roll your eyes. You reassure her with a kiss that of course you'd never forget about her, and she ruffles your hair fondly. It's your favorite set of scrubs, and you wear them almost twice a week.

Power

Power absolutely. hates. your jam-packed schedule. In her opinion, you should be devoting all that time to her! After all, you two could be having so much fun! Why dedicate hours to your internships and classes when the two of you could be out getting soft serve, going to fairs and winning goldfish, or eating exclusively the meat at monjayaki restaurants? She despises the fact that she has to share you with your studies. With a little help from Denji, though, she leaves you alone to do your work. If you ask her to scope out date locations, she's eager to hit the city and plan a perfect date for you two. Just bribe Denji with a handful of Family Burger coupons and he's willing to chauffer her. You get a nice, long day of peace and quiet to cram your studies into and, as a bonus, you get to look forward to whatever date spot Power's deemed a necessity to visit, whenever you've got the ever-rare free afternoon. The cramming might seem counter-intuitive, but it actually helps you get things done faster. It's harder to procrastinate when Power's asking for constant updates on your progress, eager for you to be done so she can have you all to herself.

Whenever you're settled on the couch for a study session, Power comes to cuddle up with you. She'll splay out across your lap or nuzzle her chin into the space between your neck and shoulder. She summons every single ounce of self-control she has to stay quiet and still, so you can keep studying. At first it's pretty difficult for her to resist the urge to poke your face or put Meowy on your head, but as she gets used to the quiet, she finds she starts to enjoy these gentle, low-key moments with you. Sure, she prefers being hyper and loud, but silently nestling into your side and soaking up your warmth is pretty nice, too.

Thrilled to have knowledge about something you're studying, Power is always eager to tell you about blood. How it feels when she's directing its energy, the way it almost hums beneath her fingertips as she molds it to her will. It's not something you'll find in any textbook, and your professors probably won't quiz you on how blood "feels"—but it's still fascinating stuff. Whenever you're diving into the specifics of how blood flows through the heart or mapping out arteries and veins, you tell Power about your studies. You listen eagerly as for every fact you give her, she tells you something about blood that you'd never find in any textbook.

Power absolutely insists that you get enough sleep. Pulling an all-nighter is simply not an option. "My human," she commands, closing her hands around your shoulders, " 'Tis time for us to go to bed." If you protest, telling her you'll come in a few hours, she pouts and shakes her head firmly. "Not an option! You must rest, and I must have someone to cuddle with." She'll physically pull you into bed if she has to. If you have to get up early to finish something, she'll begrudgingly allow it, but going to sleep together is non-negotiable.

All of your notes and flashcards are littered with Power's doodles. It's her way of cheering you up when you're three hours deep into studying the brain. Little scribbles of stars and hearts and hammers (don't ask), or sketches of Meowy doing impossible things like fighting a supervillain or rolling up some sushi. She's not the best illustrator but her pictures definitely have heart, and they do the job of cheering you up splendidly.

Makima

Makima's no stranger to a busy schedule, so she completely understands your struggles. For her, maintaining a planner is a must and she'll gladly help you start one. She gets you a plain faux-leather journal, your name embossed on the cover in gold. Inside is a neat chart laying out the week in precise detail. There's a spot for to-do lists, due dates, progress trackers for big assignments. She's also included reminders to eat, stretch, and drink plenty of water in the margins. She really thought of everything, and if you end up using the planner to its fullest extent, it pretty much kills your procrastination problem. (It's much easier to get things done when it's broken down into efficient, day-by-day steps for you.) Pay attention, and you'll find new comments from your lover packed inside the margins. Simple things, like "Be sure to eat something nutritious today" or "Remember, you have to be at your internship an hour early on Tuesday.", penciled in her neat handwriting. It's not an "I love you"—she struggles with those—but for Makima, the simple care is close enough.

Outwardly, Makima is sympathetic when you lament that you've got no time for friends and family. She nods her head and frowns when you tell her it's been three weeks since you've gotten to go out on the weekend, and assures you that you'll be able to hit an izakaya or bowling alley with your friends soon. Inside, though, Makima likes that your busy schedule keeps you from interacting with people too much. This way, she gets to have you all to herself. Makima loves that you have precious little free time, and that you spend most of it on her. The less other people get to claim your attention, the better.

Instead of eating on her lunch break, Makima dedicates that hour to you. She comes by your place to share a quick lunch, or drives you to your internships. Even if it's only a twenty-minute car ride and a quick kiss before you hurry into your internship building, decked out in scrubs and eager to learn, Makima cherishes this rare time with you.

Sunday afternoons are scheduled date times. No matter what might be going on at work, Makima pushes it aside to spend the day with you, and she expects you to do the same. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just getting coffee together or walking the dogs down a new path is enough. What matters is that the two of you, despite your demanding workloads, have time that's just for each other. She's not happy if you try to blow off your scheduled date to study. It's her favorite part of any week, so expect her to act cold for a few days if it's taken away from her.

Makima respects your work ethic, and she's incredibly proud of you. She makes it a rule not to bring her personal life into work—that would just make you a target—but she's hidden a photo of you, beaming at the camera in your scrubs, in her office. Whenever she's stressed, she pulls out that photograph and reminds herself how impressed she is with your hard work and diligence. It's enough to help her refocus and get her own work done.

Makima knows you're busy, so she likes to take care of your needs. Often, there's a healthy lunch she's put together for you in the fridge, a full bottle of filtered water in your bag, and a fresh notebook on hand in case you run out of paper. She prides herself on anticipating your needs. It sends a surge of satisfaction through her when you start to ask a question: "Darling, have you seen my—" only to cut yourself off as she holds up whatever you're looking for. She hands it off to you with a barely-there smug look and quick kiss to your nose. Now, if only she would look after her own daily needs with such dedication...

[chrollc]

control angel

[animeyanderelover]

I've just recently finally gathered the courage to buy a horror manga from Junji Ito and I've gone for Tomie and now that I've actually started reading it, I just can't stop thinking about having a female s/o based on a similar concept. Someone who has the uncanny ability to make people obsessed with her if they spend enough time with her and who always regenerates no matter how cruel her deaths are by the hands of very same people who fell victims to her strange powers and claimed to adore her.

After years of enduring death and obsession in an never-ending cycle again and again, I can only imagine how jaded and morbid reader would be with everything. She has fully embraced her cursed existence at this point because there is literally nothing she can do about it so at this point she has turned it all into a game. Every time someone else falls for her, she's basically playing the 'what Yandere type are you going to be?' in her head as she has seen it all. She has seen the possessive, the obsessive, the delusional, the overprotective, the clingy, the submissive and dominant, the worshippers and the sadists.

Reader can only sit back and watch with a mixture of pity and amusement in her heart as her newest victim is molded into another obsessive freak that she will live with and indulge their every whim for as long until they snap and she will die yet another death at the hands of her supposed lover.

There are a few worlds where I think such a reader would be especially interesting to let loose (by the way, there are spoilers for Chainsaw Man if you are an anime only):

In Hunter x Hunter I have two headcannons for a Tomie reader. Either she has a Nen ability. Considering that her mere presence would twist and change everyone's emotions as well as considering her regeneration abilities and other things she can do with her body, she'd either be in possession of two nen types which would be Transmutation and Manipulation or she would be a Specialist

The headcannon I consider to be far more intriguing though would be if reader would be a humanoid creature who originated from the Dark Continent but somehow found her way to the Known World. Imagine the Hunter Association or the Known World Government finding out about your existence and hiring skilled Hunters and assassins to track you down and murder you before your abilities could cause any panic.

Imagine Chrollo and the Phantom Troupe catching wind of the situation that is currently being hidden from public. Chrollo, who would be instantly intrigued to track you down and see for himself what a creature from the Dark Continent is capable of and who would keep you as his most priced treasure the moment the troupe has finally found you after searching for you for a long time. Who has to share with the rest of the Phantom Troupe as your mere presence eventually gets to them too, to some sooner than to others and who notices your mild surprise that they actually work together insted of slaughtering each other, something you must be used to seeing. Chrollo, who shares with you experiences in the Known World and adores listening to your stories about the Dark Continent where you were born.

To make it even more interesting, let's assume that you are caught and kept around the time Hisoka has infiltrated the Troupe. Hisoka, the only member Chrollo doesn't trust to leave you alone and neither do any of the other members. There are usually at least two other spiders with you when Hisoka is around but the clown takes it with slightly infuriated amusement as he gives brief glances in your direction, patiently waiting for the day where he can keep you for himself. He has to give it to Chrollo after all, the man knew just how special you'd be when he decided to go after you. He can't wait to steal you away right under the nose of the criminal~

Another possible scenario would be that the Zoldyck Family is hired to hunt you down and capture you as they were informed that you are akin to an immortal being. Imagine Illumi spending months tracking you down and successfully capturing you, though that is only because you do not resist when he finds you, only to never hand you over to the government. Instead he keeps you, black eyes staring fascinated at you whenever he sees you, his cold skin tingling whenever he touches yours, his chest clenching with a sensation he can't quite grasp. He only knows one thing though. That he needs more of whatever it is he feels when he sees you and touches you.

I've already explored this world with a Tomie reader before in this post but Jujutsu Kaisen would literally be perfect because reader could literally be the enbodiment of the curse of obsession which could be used to explain her immortality. No matter how many times she is killed or even exorcised, she will be reborn for as long as people obsess over someone else, no matter how superficial or deep their feelings really are.

Suguru would be an interesting choice that I didn't talk about in the Hc's I linked since he uses Cursed Spirit Manipulation to control curses. The question would be though whether or not Suguru would be able to exorcise and consume you to enable him to gain control over you and summon you at any given time he wishes. Ironically enough a relationship with you in a scenario where you would be a curse would probably be better for you than if you were human since Suguru doesn't look down on you nor would he judge you for your nature as it is the negative emotions of humans from which you were created. You have shared with him some stories of the past where you were murdered from non-sorcerers when they lost control due to your powers and it only fawns his hatred against the monkeys. There are always sweet promises whispered into your ears that he'll never hurt you like they did and you can only wait half-interested whether or not he will remain true to those words.

We could also go way back in time to the Heian Era and simply crown you as the Queen of Curses who stood by Sukuna's side as obsession over someone else is as ancient as the concept of love in all its twisted and radiant forms itself. For a curse to be so strong that it can even influence other curses would stir Sukuna's interest, though he never expected to fall under your spell himself. He is somewhat displeased that his resistance is that weak as he has had multiple women warming his bed before he consumed them and enjoyed their flesh yet he knows that you are a being that will be reborn even if he kills you. Now that you have done it and seduced him though, he'd much rather have you pay the price for it. From now on you shall be his queen. When he is sealed away, you go into hiding. You feel no deep grief in the centuries that follow, though Sukuna has certainly been more memorable than the thousands of other people that follow him, one as bland as pathetic as the next one. It isn't until the 21st century that Sukuna is finally reincarnated into Yuji's body, thrilled and excited about this chance to finally live again. Now he only needs to find his Queen again...

As someone who just recently finished Chainsaw Man, in this universe the reader could just be a devil who has the form of a young woman. You'd probably also assume the role of the Obsession Devil in that scenario and whilst you could just be a wild devil, I think it'd be much more interesting if you actually work sort of together with the Devil Hunters without being locked away like some other devils are. It's rather rare for you to make contracts yourself even if multiple Devil Hunters have willingly offered limbs, senses and much more to you to form a contract with you as you only accept a contract if you are actually interested in a Devil Hunter. Instead you find yourself often negotiating with other devils to convince them to form contracts with Devil Hunters as your influence to make people infatuated with you even affects other devils.

Extreme femme fatale vibes and interesting scenario would be if it is Makima aka the Control Devil herself who is no exception to your abilities. What would make this so unique would simply be that Makima is, just like her devil suggests, someone who represents the fear of conquest and is a woman who is always in control, no matter the situation. That would so very much contrasts with the fear you represent since an obsession is rarely something that can be controlled and both of you are aware of her feelings she harbors for you. You have little capacity to care about people around you as years of living through the same events again and again have made you jaded towards the very idea of attachment and love but perhaps it is the uniqueness of the situation that perks your interest as she can tell that you are testing the waters with her. Are you willing to play the game with her? You should be prepared for the possible consequences if your answer is yes.

Kishibe is one of the few people who you have ever approached and asked for a contract as he caught your eye when he first joined and decades later he takes pride in the fact that he is the one you have held a contract with for the longest time. Your condition for a contract have always remained the same. The moment the Devil Hunter you were contracted to would stop being interesting to you, you wanted his heart and until that point, you would assist them whenever they desired your help. Some sane people would consider those conditions as nothing short of lunatic yet a Devil Hunter rarely survives if they do not belong to the crazy kind and the first time you approached him, he could already tell why you were as desired as you were by many Devil Hunters. Kishibe has survived for as long as he did precisely because he is a madman and that is why your interest in him hasn't faded to this day. You fulfill his every wish in this contract yet he has held himself back in comparison to some of your previous Devil Hunters, though some things are always the same. Like the few other Devil Hunters who had a contract with you, he proposed to you and it isn't the first wedding you went through yet it is the first time you have let a contract last as long to the point where both of you already had a silver wedding to celebrate 25 years of marriage. You're going to miss this one the most when his time comes...

In One Piece a reader with such mysterious abilities could of course be suspected of having eaten a Devil Fruit but I personally would like you to instead be an ancient being that, according to rumors, originated from somewhere in the New World, though nothing about you has ever been revealed. Throughout history, you have only gotten yourself involved a few times yet whenever you did, you were the demise of entire nations yet the full extent of your powers remains as shrouded in darkness as the rest of you. Only the highest-ranked people in the Marine and are even aware of your existence and the World Government has been after you ever since they were established. Not only are your powers frightening but it is also the knowledge that you hold that has made you the most dangerous being in the Grand Line.

You have watched history unfold in front of your eyes, know about the Ancient Weapons and other events that occured throughout time that no one is supposed to know, know even about the darkest secrets of the Navy and know exactly where the proof for their hidden atrocities lies that would ruin their reputation. Whilst the citizens on every island do not know of your existence, in the Grand Line exist tales of you that parents commonly tell children as bedtime stories where you are usually portrayed as a monster. You know of that but you do not care as an existence as long as yours has taught you best that you are not even remotely a human, though your appearance may fool others into thinking otherwise.

I'm not quite sure yet about individual characters in One Piece yet but since I just recently finished the Marineford Arc, I can't help but imagine that after essentially centuries of laying dormant and only being a silent watcher, you finally decide to take an active role when news of Fire Fist Ace's public execution reaches you. Your eyes and ears are everywhere, you always know what is happening in all different oceans after all, no matter how much the Navy may try to hide it from the rest of the world. Though the news of the execution are not kept as a secret this time and reach ears on every island throughout all of the seas. There are no heroic motives though as you make your way. You're just simply bored and decide that messing with the Marine, the pirates and all the people who will watch it all unfold might be amusing and provide some thrill, even if only temporary. The world is certainly going to shake when they find out that the monster from the fairy tale has always been there yet those who will be exposed to your aura on that day will probably go out of their way to chase you down, pushed by their ever-growing obsession. You do not mind. It has been way too long since you've been entertained by them after all. You're just hoping that at least a few of them will prove to be more than yet another waste of your time...

[witchywcmans]

NEEDY. | AKI HAYAKAWA

synopsis ━━ you were in need of a roommate, and aki hayakawa needed a place that wouldn't ask any questions. you went to work during the day, while aki worked late nights. you basically had the apartment to yourself. it was honestly a match made in heaven. but then, you just had to come home one day and catch your roommate in a precarious situation. (aki x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ voyeurism (just a wee bit), sex-deprived aki 🫶, but also possessive + jealous aki, masturbation, dirty thoughts + wet dreams, fingering, praise, multiple orgasms, classic missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual pining/confession, kinda au (we're not mentioning the gun devil arc), aki has lived to see 26 + reader being a similar age, some religious imagery. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.1k

song inspiration ━━ dealer, lana del rey / friends, chase atlantic / double fantasy, the weeknd

author's note ━━ hi.....hello.........so this idea has been in my head for a little bit, and I realize roommate aus like this are simply not that original, but god dammit I just needed to get this out of my head. anyway, I lurrrrrv sex deprived aki. shout out to my friend hollis for screaming about this with me hehe 💓

The most words you had ever said to your roommate were on the day you interviewed him before he moved in. You immediately noticed that he was strange, but also shy and seemingly harmless. When you had asked why he needed to move in so quickly, he had said something along the lines of a “toxic environment” with his previous roommates: “Denji and Power are just too noisy and reckless. They’re four years younger than me. I need a place less chaotic.” You had been interested in getting to know more – you were curious, after all, about your potential roomie – but once he mentioned that you’d probably never see him because he worked nights, you were sold.

Aki Hayakawa was your new roommate.

He had never been more excited to finally get away from Denji and Power and the tumultuous mess they had turned his apartment into. He was older now; he needed something for himself, even if it was with a roommate. Being a Public Safety Devil Hunter, he needed a place that didn’t think twice about him, a roommate who didn’t ask questions. That’s what he liked about you: your place was on the right side of the city, and you looked at him like he was normal. The Fox Devil said you weren’t going to be good for him, but Aki tended to ignore them anyway.

You had helped him move into your second bedroom just a week later and he hardly said a word, except to ask you who had formerly occupied this space. You were hesitant to talk about it at first, but you cracked soon enough: “My old best friend lived in here. We had rented this place together, but we … aren’t exactly speaking anymore,” you admitted, setting a box down at his feet. “I came home from work one evening and found my boyfriend cheating on me with her. It had been going on for months, right under my nose.” You looked away when you felt your eyes start to sting with tears, sniffling them away. “Friends come and go, I guess. But I’m thankful you, at least, worked out to rent this space.”

“Well,” he sighed, opening up the box as you turned back to him. He smirked. “I promise I won’t sleep with your boyfriend.”

You had laughed, and what a pretty sound it was. After move-in day, Aki was true to his word that you almost never saw him. You worked a normal 9 to 5, while Aki … well, you had no idea what Aki did. You assumed he was a security guard or something with the hours he worked and how he was always wearing a suit and tie. He was working all the time, even weekends. Sometimes, you would catch him coming home as you were leaving for work, or on Sunday morning as you ate breakfast in the kitchen. He would be too tired to talk, simply waving at you before retiring to his room.

It was almost like living alone … except for notes he’d sometimes leave you on the stove or the bathroom. Or the weekend mornings, when he’d get you a coffee and leave it out for you before going to his room. Or the once-in-a-blue-moon nights when you’d stumble in the early hours of the morning after drinking in the city with some friends, standing out on the deck with Aki as he smoked a cigarette. Nights like those, you could’ve sworn Fate was trying to get you two to see each other, because you would be arriving home at just the right hour and Aki would be getting off work early. And you would find him on the deck in his suit and tie, cigarette hanging from his lips, hair pulled up in his classic topknot. He would find you leaning against the railing in nothing but a short dress, the glitter on your lids making your eyes sparkle even more, and – god, you were just so pretty.

After that night, he started dreaming about you. He dreamed about how your lips would feel against his, what it would be like to have you sleep next to him and rest your head on his chest. He was consumed by thoughts of you under him, how you tasted, the way you’d tremble if he kissed that sensitive part of your neck you told him about one late night on the deck. His need for you was insatiable. In his line of work, there wasn’t much time for dating, let alone sex. He hadn’t been thinking about it that much, especially when he’d been housing Denji and Power, but now … he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Naked. Underneath him. On top. God dammit, he’d have you any way you wanted.

It made him wish he had acted on his instincts that night on the deck: pushing you against the sliding door, his lips crashing onto yours, hiking your skirt up that just barely covered your thighs and using his non-dominant hand (the one that didn’t shake) to feel how wet you were. But alas, Aki Hayakawa was a gentleman. 

You two had been living together for a year. He hardly knew you, but also knew you like nobody else did. He knew how you took your coffee – black with two sugars. He knew the brand of toilet paper you liked. He knew that you liked to hang your coats in the closet on the right side. He knew you drooled in your sleep, and what TV shows made you laugh, and how much your water bill was each month.

He was acting out in ways that were unlike him. If he came home from work and saw you had a guy over, he made his presence known. When you were at the office, sometimes he would go to your room just to smell your perfume, and other times he would steal your panties. (He always gave them back, feeling too shameful. But he did keep one underneath his pillow.) Some nights, he would pretend to leave for work early and you would retire to your room for the night, and then he would hear the familiar sound of your vibrator and – fuck, he had to go to work hard. Again. 

You were taking up too much space in his head. He was becoming distracted at work, thinking about what you were doing during these late hours. Maybe the Fox Devil was right: you weren’t good for him.

But he wasn’t moving out any time soon.

It was a Thursday after work and you were completely exhausted. After attending endless meetings and having to argue with coworkers all day, you left work early and were grateful to have a night alone with some leftovers from the night before. You had completely forgotten Aki telling you earlier in the week that he had this Thursday and Friday off, your mind preoccupied with work responsibilities. Sighing as soon as you walked through the door, you set your bag down and shuffled out of your shoes. You shut the door softly, at peace with the silence. You didn’t even have the energy to get out of your work clothes; you simply padded your feet to the fridge, plucking your leftovers out. It was only when you reached up to the microwave that you noticed the apartment wasn’t as silent as you assumed.

Sounds emanated from another room.

You got on your tip-toes, not wanting to make much noise if there was an intruder, and felt for the pocket knife you always kept on your person. Passing by your bedroom first, you popped your head inside. Empty. Hadn’t been touched since you left this morning. The bathroom was next, and you held your breath as the sounds got even more noticeable. You peeked into the bathroom and … clear. Linen closet: clear. Coat closet: clear. But the sounds only became more clear as you got closer to the end of the hall, Aki’s room, and –

You stopped in front of Aki’s bedroom, the door cracked just enough that you didn’t need to pop your head in to see what was happening. Aki was home, for once, and you … you were watching him through the crack in the door. But how could you not? You knew where the sounds were coming from now, because Aki was the one making them.

His dark hair swept in front of his eyes as he sat back against his pillows. He wore a white t-shirt, while his boxers bagged around his ankles. Grunts slipped from his mouth – that pretty, pretty mouth you'd seen wrapped around a cigarette. And his hand … his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously – desperately – with a pair of your panties enveloping the head. The same red lace panties you thought you’d lost months ago. 

You almost considered walking away, making noise in the kitchen so he would know you were home, but then –

Then, your name left his mouth in a whimper.

He was stroking himself even faster, muttering your name into the silent room with your panties wrapped so nicely around his cock. He was thinking about you, wanting so desperately cum in your panties, wondering if you thought about him when you used your vibrator. You were frozen in place, completely fixated on him as he leaned back against his headboard, his face finally exposed so you could see the way his jaw went slack, the way he moaned out your name. And – oh my god, you should leave –

But you couldn’t. And deep down, you knew there was a dirty part of you that always wanted to see this. Ever since that night on the deck, when you were wearing your favorite dress and all that glitter, and you noticed that he was looking at you in a way a platonic roommate definitely shouldn’t. You had started to think about him late nights when you were alone with your toy. You brought home dates, wanting him to see, giggling when you recognized his jealous expression. You tried to wake up earlier, just to see him when he stumbled through the door. Once, you even did his laundry to smell the nicotine on his jacket. 

The two of you simply couldn’t help yourselves.

And when you watched him finally reach his peak, spilling into your forgotten red lace panties, you realized just how wet the ones you were wearing had become. You watched him grunt as he came, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off his brow. And when he muttered under his breath a soft, “Fuck,” you couldn’t help the short gasp that left your lips.

Aki stalled. Oh, shit. You hadn’t been quiet enough. He sat up more in his bed, pulling his boxers up, and you whipped your back against the wall. You cupped your hand over your mouth, praying he wouldn’t come out and see. But he was whispering, “Who’s there?” And you only had enough time to move ten feet down the hall before you heard the creak of his soles on the old floorboards.

“Fuck,” he muttered, louder this time.

Your back went straight, and after what felt like an eternity, you slowly turned to face him. “Aki,” you put your hands up in surrender, “I didn’t see anything –”

“Oh, what the fuck,” he shook his head at himself, quickly walking back into his bedroom. You were stunned, not knowing what to do, as he continued talking to himself in the room: “Stupid fucking idiot not closing the fucking door. What the fuck? What the fuck? My worst fucking nightmare. Fuck, why do these pants always get caught around my ankles? I need to get out of here. Stay at Denji’s for the night. Fuck, fuck, fuck –”

He emerged from his bedroom, now wearing jeans, his favorite Converse, and a leather jacket. He tried to pass you without looking, whispering obscenities under his breath, but then you were tugging on his jacket, lips pressed together.

Aki paused, cheeks red with both embarrassment and anger at himself, but you didn’t let go of his sleeve. He noticed the redness of your face as well, the black of your pupils almost covering your entire eye, and were you … were you aroused?

Swallowing hard, your voice was but a mere whisper when you asked, “How long have you had those?”

He knew what you were referring to. It didn’t take an idiot. Your stares were locked, and despite his shame, he wouldn’t turn away. “A while,” he mumbled.

“How long is ‘a while?’”

“Months, okay?” His eyes narrowed and his voice took on a new tone. “Now, can you let go of my jacket so I can leave and save us both the embarrassment –”

“Months,” you repeated, licking the corners of your lips. His eyes were made of blue fire as he stared down at you, and even with your office attire on, you felt utterly naked beneath his gaze. “I’ve … I’ve been thinking about you for months too.”

Aki took a moment to process your words, and your grip hesitantly released on his sleeve. But he wasn’t – he couldn’t – let you get away so easily. His breath was shaky as he placed both of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you to it. So many times had you two passed each other in this hallway, so many words left unsaid. And now, he was pressing you against it.

“You’ve been thinking about me … for months,” he thought out loud, leaning in a little and nosing your hair. Your scent was intoxicating. That perfume … he could cum in his pants just from smelling it. “For months, you’ve been bringing guys to the apartment to … to what? Make me jealous?” He chuckled under his breath. It took him so long to put it together. “For months, you’ve been touching yourself right before I leave so I go to work fucking hard.” His nose traveled down to your neck, grazing that spot you told him about, and you shuddered. “You’ve been putting me through the wringer and I didn’t even have a clue.”

“You’re … you’re not so innocent.” You tried to keep yourself together, but it was difficult with him pinning you to the wall and – oh, he was already hard in his pants, pressing into you.  “You’ve been stealing my panties so you can masturbate with them.”

Aki hummed quietly, pressing his lips so delicately to your neck, as if his cock wasn’t completely strained in his jeans. “I supposed I have,” he whispered against your skin, “for months.”

“Since that night on the deck,” you croaked out, hands balling into fists as he licked a stripe up your neck. If he didn’t stop, you’d surely moan. “But I didn’t say anything – didn’t think about saying anything – because … because we’re roommates.”

“We are roommates,” he said, lifting his head from your neck, his lips hovering so close to yours. “And if we’re just stating facts here, I’ve needed to kiss you since that night.”

You didn’t wait for him. Immediately leaning in, your lips pressed onto his in a hungry kiss. His mouth molded to yours, and he tasted exactly like you thought: like black coffee, cigarettes, those raspberry pastries he always kept in the kitchen. His tongue, slipping into your mouth, tangled with yours in a way that you had only dreamed about. Your hands released from their fists, instead reaching up to twist in his t-shirt, bringing him even closer to you. He’d hardly touched you and you were completely, utterly soaked. 

As if hearing your thoughts, his lips broke from yours for just a moment to beg, “I need to touch you.”

“Please,” you whispered back, and his mouth was back on yours.

He dragged one hand down from the wall (his shaky hand, believe it or not), still pressing you against it, and worked on unzipping your trousers. You nuzzled your nose against his as he kissed you deeply, slipping his hand in your pants, past the waistband of your panties and – you were exactly as he dreamed you’d be. Absolutely wet. Just as needy for him as he was for you. “Fuck,” he muttered into the kiss, spreading your soaked folds with two long fingers. 

Your lips tore away from his, a trail of spit following, because you simply had to release the moan you’d been holding in for so long. Despite loving the way your mouth fitted against his, he was glad for it, wanting to see your face when he started rubbing your sensitive clit. And fuck, was it the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your fists on his t-shirt went loose as your body felt like it was made of liquid, angling into his. Your lips pursed, soft whimpers filtering out as he rubbed you in those tight circles.

“So fucking wet f’me,” he mumbled, grazing his lips over yours. “Dreamed about this for months. Fuck, I’ve gotten hard just thinking about this pussy.”

He finally dipped a single finger inside you, and your hips immediately jerked against his hand. Aki let out a shuddering breath when he felt how much you were squeezing just one finger, pumping it in and out of you slowly. “Please,” you whispered, despite his thoughts, “I can take more. I promise.”

You didn’t need to ask him twice. He shoved two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that had your hips instantly bucking. “Fuck, Aki,” you whined as he plunged those fingers in and out of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Yeah?” He breathed. 

“Kiss me.”

Aki moaned from your words alone, kissing you hard while fucking you with his long fingers. He was practically drunk on you: your scent wrapped around him, you tasted like citrus, and the way bucked into his hand … god, he needed to fuck you. So bad. And if you didn’t want that, then he needed to jerk himself off immediately or else he was going to explode in his pants. The last thing he needed was another embarrassing moment tonight.

It only took seconds to have you sighing into the kiss, squeezing his fingers like a vice as you came. His thumb on your clit was relentless, taking you over that lovely peak, as you mewled and cried into his mouth. It was almost religious, the way you moaned, and Aki had never felt closer to God than in this moment.

When the adrenaline subsided, he slowly removed his fingers from you and broke the kiss. You watched him intensely as he brought the fingers covered in your slick to his mouth, tasting you. Your lips fell open slightly, eyes going wide while his own closed, savoring the taste. What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself. How the fuck have we been living under the same roof and it took this long for me to see that?

Without missing a beat, you pushed yourself off the wall, winding your arms around his neck and latching your legs to his waist. He lifted you as if you were made of air, kissing you so that you could taste yourself. Before you could even perceive how much time had passed, you were on his bed, blouse disheveled and trousers undone. Even your hair hadn’t left the updo you put it in every weekday. Your eyes flickered to the right and you giggled to yourself. He had finally shut the door.

His eyes remained on you as he shrugged off his jacket, and then his pants. He was back in the same outfit you saw him in earlier, when your panties had been wrapped around his cock like a birthday present. He hesitated before finally pulling off his shirt, and you saw the scars lining parts of his chest. Definitely not a security guard, you thought to yourself but decided not to ask about it now. You reached up as he stood between your legs, brushing your fingers over the scars, and then dragged them down his abdomen. His frame was thin, but he was more built than you believed, always hiding himself under those oversized button-ups.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist as you touched him so gracefully. “Do you want to …?” His voice was so soft, the question hanging off the edge of his tongue.

And then, you smiled up at him, looking like an angel. “Yes, Aki,” you whispered.

He felt like a kid in a candy store. The only thing – the one person – he’d been dreaming about and looked at him as if he weren’t a machine, or a gun with the trigger pulled, was lying before him and liked him. For months, they’d both said. His dominant hand was shaking as he started unbuttoning your blouse, and when you noticed (though you had observed this the day he moved in), you grabbed his hand and placed it on your cheek. With his left hand and your right, you worked together to undo the buttons until your chest was exposed for him. 

Moonlight streamed through his bedroom, the only light source in a seemingly dark area.  City lights reflected on you as you pulled your hair free from the updo, those pretty strands fanning on his sheets. His sheets. Because you were in his bed. The blinking lights from corporate buildings outside your little apartment created a halo around your head and – fuck, you really were something religious. For so long, Aki thought only hell existed. I mean, all the Devils were here, contracted to them. But seeing you splayed out so heavenly for him on his bed, he knew then that Angels had to exist too. 

He took his time taking your pants off, watching the way you bit your lip when the cold air of his room hit your soaked panties. Your eyes glanced up to his boxers, seeing the indent of his long, thick cock, and your mouth went dry. His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging down and throwing them off to the side, hoping you’d forget about them so he could pocket another pair. With you exposed and bare on his bed, he really took a moment to admire you: the way your cheeks flushed, how the halo around your head flickered, the way your arousal seeped out of your pretty pussy and your nipples peaked. He just had to touch you; it would kill him if he didn’t. Leaning down, he began peppering kisses on your neck, your collarbone, before finally latching his lips around one of those sensitive nipples. Your breath stuttered at the sensation, and he used his left hand to palm your other breast, twisting the nipple between two fingers. You writhed under him, and he couldn’t help but grind his clothed cock against you, groaning and swirling his tongue around your nipple in tandem. Locking your legs around his waist, you held him to you so he was forced to keep grinding against you. It felt too good, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

He tugged on your nipple and released it, breathing heavily as his eyes met yours. “If you don’t let me go, I’m definitely going to cum before I’m even inside you.”

“Poor Aki,” you giggled, letting your legs fall back on the bed. “Would that really be so bad?”

His eyes were burning into yours, serious as a heart attack. “I’ve been fucking my hand to the thought of you for what feels like forever,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the valley between your breasts. “I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

Aki moved up so that his lips were hovering over yours again, and he could really see the sparkle of your irises in the moonlight. You reached in between your bodies and gingerly massaged his bulge, feeling how much he’d already soaked his boxers with precum. “You couldn’t ruin anything even if you tried,” you replied, your voice light and airy. “I’m on the pill. I’m ready when you are.”

“Shit,” he groaned at your mention of being on the pill, trembling as you massaged him. This had to be another one of his dreams. Just the thought of being inside you without the barrier of a condom … he was so close to completely exploding. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve you, after all the hell he’d witnessed and brought forth into this world. But he couldn’t help himself. He needed to have you, roommates be damned.

He stood up, needing to get away from your gentle hand. You sat up a little to help him tug down his boxers, careful of that shaky hand of his, and his cock sprang free, dripping precum on the floor. Aki, ever the gentleman, laid you back down on his bed with ease, holding your stare as he spread your legs wide for him. He breathed, praying to whatever god placed you in front of him that he wouldn’t cum prematurely. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, but he was so desperate for you that all he cared about was not tainting this moment, this dream. 

Aki grasped his cock, giving it a few hard pumps and grunting, before positioning himself at your entrance. You both seemed to hold your breath as he finally slid in, just an inch at first, and the two of you seemed to release that shaky, nervous breath. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, burying himself further in your tight warmth, bracing his elbows beside your head. 

“Keep going,” you begged. “It’ll fit, Aki. Promise.”

You were going to kill him, he was sure of it. Aki had felt the way you squeezed his fingers, but it was nothing compared to pleasure of being inside you, feeling how tight you really were. So much better than his hand. Once he was fully seated inside you, he opened his eyes just to look into yours. Your lips pursed, legs wrapping around his waist once again, and you slowly nodded for him to continue. His cock twitched.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, sliding out of you before slamming back in. You cried out, carding your fingers in his hair, and he molded his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own whimpers. You just felt so, so good – so good that he could cry. To think that his bed had once been so cold, so lonely, but now you were occupying the space, trembling underneath him as his cock slipped in and out of you. 

Your moans were like gospel. For so long, Aki had been used to loud noise: to Denji’s complaints, to Power’s shouting, to the Devils’ in his ear. But now, it was just you two on the altar of your apartment, silent except for your heavy breaths mingling and the sound of car horns outside. You were wet and slick like holy water, taking him so nicely despite his size, and god – it was like you were made for him and he was made for you. 

You tugged on his hair, needing him so badly even though he was already yours to begin with. He really would have you any way you wanted. All you had to do was ask.

Aki was already so close to release, but he needed you to cum with him. As he fucked into you harder, deeper, his cock curving against that spot that made your eyes roll back, he reached in between you two and found that swollen bundle of nerves in the apex of your thighs. “Aki,” you whined, tears pricking at your eyes as he rubbed your clit. He could die happily now that he heard your voice like that in his ear, knowing it was him that made it happen.

“Yes?” He said, breathless, placing sloppy kisses on your jaw. You clung to him, melting into him like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. “I’m so close. Are you close, angel?”

You whimpered at the nickname. “Almost.”

“Almost?” He fingers went a little faster. “Let’s get you there.”

As his two fingers rubbed tight, small circles on your clit, he angled his cock inside of you so that he could brush your G-spot with every thrust. You were now clutching onto him with all the strength you had left, entwining your body with his and feeling his muscles flex against your stomach. He was so deep now and you were so close and oh my god, Aki Hayakawa had you like putty in his hands.

And it was like he knew it without you even saying it. Because as your walls started to clench around him, he whispered into your ear. “Cum for me, angel. Please, please, need to cum with you.”

Your body convulsed, going tight around his cock as you came. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you called out his name, spurring him to fuck into you faster, reaching his own peak in the middle of yours. He groaned deep into your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside of you. You kept your legs around his waist, not wanting to miss a drop, and arched yourself against him, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. Aki was still rubbing your clit slowly, whispering praises into your skin like, “Did so good me … So pretty … Could listen to you cum for hours.”

You two laid like that for a while, feeling his cock soften inside you, panting heavily against each other. Once he finally pulled out of you, your combined releases dripping down your thighs, you laid beside each other on his bed and stared at the ceiling. The silence was comforting, until he whispered, “Please, tell me that wasn’t all a dream.”

Turning your head, you smiled at him. “Do you feel this?” You pinched his arm.

Aki flinched. “Ow.”

“Definitely not a dream,” you chuckled.

[lilacxquartz]

💜 welcome to lilacs’s kinktober 💜

everything is x reader and is multi fandom, some are gender neutral—this year we have 19 whole prompts & they here they are, ranging from tame to pretty out there. note: some of these will include dub or noncon, but this will be warned in the post.

week 1:

1st: free use — satoru gojo, suguru geto

2nd: medical exam — nurse kenjaku

3rd: power imbalance — levi ackerman

4th: dreams — bill cipher

6th: mushrooms — sovereign spaw

week 2:

8th: foursome — multiple mahito

9th: mirrors — lae’zel

10th: lactation — fem!sukuna

11th: brain riding — kenjaku’s brain

13th: double penetration — true form sukuna

week 3:

15th: shower — shoko ieiri

17th: breeding kink — choso kamo

18th: monsters — my oc/demon incubus

20th: pegging — makima

week 4:

22nd: period sex — toji fushiguro

24th: humiliation — naoya zenin

27th: trapped — pyramid head

29th: voyeurism — L

31st: roots/vines — hanami

fully completed! you can find the links on ao3 as well — ao3 series link

[hana-no-seiiki]

MAKIMA SENSEI , MAKIMA SENSEI ! (1/3)

YANDERE! SATORU GOJO x MAKIMA! READER

(found these ai pics in pinterest. i n e e d e d to steal and write about it) (Makima is reader’s last name)

“Gojo-sensei! Gojo-sensei! What’s Makima-sensei like?” Yuji questioned as he kicked the air. “She must be special if she’s. . . what’s that called again. . ? A special grade?”

“Annoyingly hot.” Nanami chimed in.

“I believe my student was asking me.”

“We all know you hate Makima-san.” Nanami rolled his eyes. It was a well known fact that Satoru would go completely insane every you two were in the same vicinity. You had him on a tight leash. Even moreso than the elders.

“Hey hey! Not at all. If anything it’s the other way around. [N/N] hates me.”

“Though, if I had to pick a word. . .”

“Satoru. You have to bow.”

“Why should I? I’m the strongest! She’s just a ki—“ He complained. As if he wasn’t just a few years older than you.

Yet, his disobedient nigh petulant character was what made your head turn and finally lay your deathly beautiful gaze upon him.

He was instantly taken aback. If Satoru had to say, it wasn’t love or even anything positive. It was fear at first sight.

“犬” You pointed at him.

“What—“ He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He grew up being drowned in praises. Yet here you were insulting him, degrading him. Breathtaking eyes aside, who the hell did you think you were? More importantly who did you think he was?

“Bow.” You flicked your finger down. And even with his infinity on Satoru experiencd his head slamming (painlessly) unto the floor.

His head reluctantly remained on the ground as he heard shuffling around him.

“M-m-ma–“ His attendant shrieked at the display. Stuttering as she attempted to beg you for forgiveness and mercy.

Although she knew Satoru could hold his own against you, a fight between your clan and his would most likely end in devastation. She had to stop you —

Your hand was already on his head by the time she came to her senses.

“Wait—“ She screamed. A war. A war would begin and it would be all her fault —

Your hands moved back and forth as you spoke in a lulling voice that Satoru’s mind held for the rest of eternity.

“Good boy.”

[Color] hair in view, Yuji instantly felt Sukuna’s presence in his veins — understanding in a moment what his new sensei was like.

Breathless, Satoru Gojo muttered in a daze, “Unforgettable.”

[sleepyminty]

The ‘plain-looking character who is VERY MUCH SOMETHING to the narrative’ alignment chart

Here’s a very bad example

[arminslovurrr]

denji, your favorite boy a bright man despite all of his hardships, denji your favorite boy so willing to do anything to reach his goal not caring about having a goal based on avenging loss ones or making money to get out of a certain situation. a sense of belonging is all he strive for to live like a normal man who can, a man who can live a completely normal life where people want to steal his heart instead of the chainsaw devils.

And you did just that, it was like you showed him how to breathe again, showing him how to live a normal life though he still has the heart of a chainsaw. You didn’t see him for his powers or his perverted outbursts. You saw the achy soul that longed for happiness does so that long to be free from responsibilities the soul that desperately needed to feel that indescribable feeling of vulnerability with another person.

denji, your favorite boy, a man who rapidly thrusts forward into your soddened hole, every few seconds pulling back to repeat the action. His toned pecs pressing against your chest,smushing you under him entirely. yellowish brown eyes now teary as they bore into yours, a pink tint his whole body, his pink lips parting to begin with and plead for you to never leave his side. gently as ever taking his face into your hands you’d whisper against his lips “i-i won’t leave you, ever. never wi-nghhll.. never more..” you dreamily sighed against his lips before pecking them multiple times. to which would cause his hips to stutter at your sweetened tone and even sweeter words. still energetically pushing his length into your confined gummy walls reaching a soft hand down to toy with the stiffened nub below.

staring in awe as you unravel underneath his toned body, the sweetest cries spewing from your mouth. “s-sososo pretty..” he’d whine “how the fuh-fuck did i get so lucky mmnghh..” he whimper feeling himself spill into your welcoming warmth. it slowly trickled out of your battered hole, soiling the fresh linen sheets below you. still panting from the intense orgasms as he lied atop of you. nuzzling his face into your hair, occasionally placing soft kisses on your head. gently grazing against his back,”i was serious about what i said denji.. never gonna leave you. promise.” you whispered into his shoulder before pressing a honeyed kiss against it.

he realized.. you were his sense of belonging, you were that person who made him feel normal, feel loved. You let him be vulnerable at times like this when he needed you to let him. Why did it take so long to realize what he’s been searching for all of his sorrowful light has been sent to him like a well earned blessing from the highest God of all. you parted your lips again, he was sure that you “i love you, denji.” were his raison d’être.

an: do yall want the angst version of this !?!? lmk but idek what possed me to right this sappy stuff but it’s cuteeee right? (say it’s cute now.) love yalllllll !!!

© arminslovurr 2024, do not copy, translate or alter my work in any way.

[rekino2114]

Quanxi, Power, Himeno and Makima with a S/N tired who decides to use her breasts as pillows.

Makima,power,himeno and quanxi giving you a chest pillow

Makima

Makima can sense whenever you feel down, including when your tired, and she'll do everything it takes to make you feel better

Her lap and chest are always there for you to take a nap on whenever you want. You could literally just walk up to her and bury your face in her chest and she'd let you no questions asked

She's soooo warm and comfy you just melt into her and the fact she's whispering sweet nothings into your ears and stroking your hair the entire time only help you relax more

She actually quite enjoys watching you sleep like this, not in a creepy way, but you look adorable to her, you the most precious person in the world right where you should be:safe in her arms

"Darling, you look so tired"

"Oh, sorry, today's mission was just difficult"

"I'm sorry for that honey, how about you take a nap?"

"Yeah, good idea, I'll go sleep on the couch"

"Oh no dear, I have a couple of comfier places you can rest on.....would you prefer my lap or my chest?"

[You blush but lay on her chest as she wraps her arms around you]

"Good puppy, just relax now, I'll keep you safe and comfy ok?"

[She massages your scalp as you relax more]

"I love you so much, my love, just fall asleep here, you're loved and safe here"

Power

Power was a bit more reluctant at first, but she quickly grew to love making you sleep on her chest

One day, you were too tired to even walk to your bed, so you plopped on her chest. She was very confused and irritated by this, but seeing your cute face while you slept on her and feeling your warmth made her change her mind pretty quickly

From that moment, she demands that you sleep like this pretty often, especially when she knows you had a bad day

She hugs you incredibly tight and likes to give you hickeys while you sleep, she'll stop if it wakes you up though

"Human what happened to you? You look awful!"

".......thanks power, but it's nothing, I'm just really tired. I basically didn't sleep last night"

"How dare you! Don't you know that sleep is very important for you human's health. What would you do without me?"

".............."

"Anyway, consider yourself lucky for this night I require you sleep on the great power's chest!"

"Oh really? thanks I'd like that"

"Of course, after all it's very soft and comfortable I assure you, you shall sleep the best sleep you ever had"

[She pulls you towards her and falls on the bed]

"Here you go, you're welcome lovely human"

"Thanks power this actually feels nice"

"Of course it does did you have any doubts?"

Himeno

Himeno very much enjoys letting you lay on her breasts. It's actually probably her favorite cuddling position for you 2

Especially in one specific occasion:when she's drunk and coming home from a party, she's very clingy all the time and when it's time for you to sleep she'll pull you into her chest and kiss you all over

She probably falls asleep before you in this occasion but it's fine because her breathing and heartbeat help you sleep too

Even the next morning, she's not letting you go. She'll hug you so tightly until you can't leave and then you have to remind her that you have a mission that day and need to get ready quickly

"Heeeeey y/n you ready for bed?"

"Yeah hime, let's go now"

"Wait, I think today has been a hard day for you hasn't it?"

"I guess, I am kinda tired"

"Well then, I think today you deserve to sleep on your two favorite pillows, don't you think?"

"*blushes* o-ok"

"Come here cutie~"

[She grabs you and pulls you in her chest]

"There we go. I'm sure it's comfy isn't it?"

"Yeah of course good night himeno"

"Night honey, love you"

Quanxi

Like makima quanxi just knows whenever you're tired and like makima, she's always ready to lend you her lap or chest to take a rest on

The moment she sees you've been working harder than usual or she notices that there are bags under your eyes, she'll silently hug you and pull you in her breasts while laying on the couch

She doesn't talk that much while you're laying there with her. She just strokes your hair and lets you listen to her heartbeat to help you sleep

Her presence is generally very soothing and calming when she's with you, so you fall asleep basically instantly while she watches you rest on her with a content face

"Q-quanxi? What are you doing?"

"Helping you sleep. I saw you were tired right?"

"Well yeah I am"

"Then this will help you. Are you comfortable? You can lay on my thighs too if you prefer"

"No this feels really comfy and nice thank you"

"Good. sleep now. You need it, I'll play with your hair meanwhile just listen to my heartbeat, alright? It beats for you, and it should help you relax now"

"Thanks again, it is really relaxing"

"I'm glad, now stop talking, just relax and sleep"

[amphibiahawks321]

Makima : Ah, Y/N i see your back from the Mission

[Shows Y/N clothes covered in dirt and debris]

M!Reader : Pant it was NOT easy I'll tell you that... Pant

Makima : Oh? How so?

M!Reader : Aki was too strict, Himeno keeps making dirty jokes and Kobeni keeps panicking.... I mean I get why she's panicking but it's so hard to cool her down... While Denji and power theyyyyyy.... Keep being themselves.... I'm just glad we all made it out alive

Makima : Hm....

[Makima walked up to Y/N and starts petting his hair]

M!Reader : .......Chuckles You trying to get me to blush boss?

Makima : Maybe~

[Makima leans in and gives Y/N a kiss on the cheek]

M!Reader blushing : .....

[Makima leans in to his ear]

you do deserve a reward for completing the mission~

[Y/N blushes redder]

[writr4luvrs]

tw: yandere themes, toxic relationship, toxic work environment, not proofread

Oh, Yandere!Reader you're so cute. "File these papers and I'll reward you with a kiss." "Go grab my belt off my desk and I'll give you a pat on your head." "Make sure to not use too much bleach when getting the blood out my dresshirt this time and we can have dinner tomorrow night." Oh, Yandere!Reader, you're so loved when you get the proper attention. You're so happy and attentive to be in their gaze and feel their warmth. *sigh* it's kinda pathetic but fine, you deserve this one lil peck on the cheek for being so good this past week.

Makima, Erwin, Miche, Nanami, Higuruma, Quanxi, Levi

[wowcatboys]

Rejoice, for requests have opened again! Could I please get some Makima general relationship hcs? You somehow make her likeable (Unlike canon (No offense if you do like her but it's Makima so y'know?)) Thanks man!

Thank you!! I take this as a huge compliment as a firm and permanent member of the Canon Makima Hate Club™

Makima

Makima's favorite part of her daily routine is an early-morning walk. If you're willing to get up that early, she loves when you come along! She hands off a few of the dogs' leashes to you, sternly instructing them not to pull. Then, she winds her free hand through yours and guides you down a gentle, secluded path next to a pond that's close to her apartment. Sometimes, she's content to pass the walk in silence, soaking in the morning air and quiet peace. Other days, she prefers if you strike up conversation--likely, you won't know which she wants until you're treading down the path, waiting for her to ask you about your daily plans.

Makima has a merciless sweet tooth so be prepared to share your favorite treats. It doesn't matter what you have; cake, ice cream, cookies. She'll always smile innocently, bat her eyelashes at you, and open her pretty mouth without a word. It usually succeeds in getting her part of your dessert--who can say no to a face like that? On the bright side, though, she's always willing to share the generous amount of candies she keeps tucked in her pocket, so it all more or less evens out in the end.

Naturally, Makima tries her best to avoid asking you for things, because she knows you'll be compelled to do it. Even though it's extremely hard for her to break from her previous patterns, she knows that to have a successful relationship, to really love you and be loved in return, you need to be free. That being said...sometimes she's not above asking you to fetch her morning tea. Don't worry, though; she always rewards you with a sweet kiss for your service.

Her weirdly keen sense of smell means that Makima always notices if you're wearing perfume or cologne. She'll often remark on what she does or doesn't like; "Hmm, darling," she'll say, "Of course I prefer your natural scent, but this smells delightful on you."

Even at the best of times, a relationship with Makima can be tricky. She needs a lot of physical and emotional affection, but she doesn't know how to ask for these things, or even express that she wants them. But she is trying, for you. Be generous with your touch, and try to be understanding when she struggles to communicate, and things will get better as she learns what it means to love.

Dates with Makima have a strict itinerary. She likes to plan everything from the time you'll arrive, to what you'll eat, to where and when you'll take photographs together. Sometimes, you need to remind her to just let go and have a little spontaneous fun. It's probably best if you plan most of your dates. That way, you can just unwind and enjoy what you're doing, instead of Makima micromanaging everything down to what you both will be wearing.

Every morning, Makima gently asks if you'll tie her tie for her. Of course she knows how to put it on herself, but she likes when you do it. It gives her the perfect view of your beautiful eyes, and she relishes in the slight warmth of your fingers fluttering against her neck.

She hides it well, but Makima can be insanely jealous. She can't help it--you're the only person she's ever truly cared about. She's just supposed to let other people take your time? The idea doesn't sit well. She knows how to play nice, but anyone taking your time is met with an ice-cold stare from her as soon as your back is turned. If someone really gets too familiar with you, it's altogether likely something bad will happen to them--termination at work, trouble with pests invading their home, other unseemly, dire things. Of course, no one can ever prove Makima is behind it, but it happens often enough that people know to be wary of taking Makima's time with her lover away.

Makima buys you plenty of gifts, often seemingly at random. If she sees a flower arrangement she thinks you'll like, she gets it. If she passes by a window displaying clothes she thinks will suit you, she orders a set in your exact measurements. And jewelry? Don't even get her started on jewelry. She always wraps your gift in neat, pristine paper and presents them to you with a warm smile. It's nice to be showered in gifts, of course, but make sure to remind her she should be doing it because she really wants to, and not out of a misguided attempt to buy your love. She doesn't know any better, so you need to be careful not to enable bad thought patterns.

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GENDER-BEND! MAKIMA HEAD-CANONS

implied grooming, gn w amab reader in mind, creepy! makima, dead dove (?), reader gets called 'pup/puppy', no beta read , mentions of forced feminization, yandere makima (?) , slight obsessive/possessive makima (?), cliff hanger(?), male! makima, gender-bend makima, he/him from makima, no pronouns for reader!

male! makima who you saw when you were with your mom walking your dog at night, his yellow eyes with their red rings within them made you feel uneasy.. male! makima who has been keeping his eyes on you ever since you both locked eyes, something about you that made him want to keep you as a pet perhaps? male! makima, who finally meets you on your way back from school. you both bumped into each-other since you weren't paying attention as you were in your own little world, “apologizes” he spoke with a soft smile. ‘he's pretty..’  you think to yourself but quickly notice his eyes, it's the same man you saw when you young, “sorry..” you mumble as you look down at your feet and quickly walk away. male! makima who watches you through your bedroom window with his creepy eyes as you complain to your parents you can't sleep since you feel paranoid of someone watching you as you sleep. male! makima who watches you grow up as time goes on, and tries to find ways to get closer to you as time goes on. male! makima gets impatient, while you're out at school one day makima slaughters both of your parents and makes it look like a devil had slaughtered them. male! makima who's overjoyed when he hears the news that you’ll be joining and becoming a devil hunter. male! makima who slowly turns into a weird type of father figure for you since he always takes care of you after your long days of patrolling.

male! makima treats you better than anyone else in the division, and you're his favorite puppy. male! makima who gets you to trust him, and finally has you in his grasp to toy with your mind. male! makima who gets oddly touchy when you both are alone in his office, he’ll ask you to sit under his desk and pets you like a dog as he does paperwork saying it helps concentrate, makima who will place you on his lap and lap warm him like a puppy. male! makima, who becomes creepier and instead of doing paperwork goes out and sees you in action killing devils, down said it causes him to get hot and bothered seeing you covered in blood and gore! male! makima doesn't trust anyone else to keep eyes on you so he does it himself after sitting at his desk pumping his cock at the thought of you. male! makima hates whenever you try to avoid him thinking he wouldn't notice his pup trying to get away from his grasp. male! makima buys you cute dresses and makes you try them on whenever you misbehave. he'll force you to wear them to fight devils, he doesn't care if you feel embarrassed, it's what you deserve.

male! makima gets overhears you have been having a secret relationship with one of the members of the division, he isnt so happy to hear that, you're his puppy and if he has to keep you on a leash he will, but first he'll have to deal with a pest.

[lilchibi-chan]

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.

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔫, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢. ℑ 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱 "𝔶𝔢𝔰" 𝔬𝔯 "𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔣" 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰. ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔡𝔬𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔶𝔰 "𝔫𝔬."

Y/n Itadori

Chapters:

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01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

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11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

Filler #2

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Filler #3

31 32 33 34 35

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OBEY || Makima x Fem!Reader

summary: Makima loved girls like you, so pretty and compliant. She had it in her mind that she could get you to do anything she wanted and as it turned out, she was right.

tags: (warnings in red): manipulation, coercion, dubious consent, forced masturbation, some pet play, dom!makima, porn with plot, toy usage, vibrators, one shot

word count: 2.4k

You messed up this time.

You really did.

You weren’t great at your job, half of the time you wondered why you were even here, but everyone beyond that point was happy to remind you that you were just an intern—of course you messed up, but that’s not something to worry about, they don’t suffer from your mess.

All of your end of the week paperwork was always run through Makima, the one they all warned you about instead. You hadn’t yet experienced her supposed wrath, by some miracle escaping the rumours.

But something felt different this time.

She wasn’t the type to slip up her mood, always so professionally calm and composed as she wore her white button up and black slacks, fiery red hair tucked neatly away into a tailed braid.

She skimmed the paperwork with the tip of her finger, making a smacking noise with her lips as disappointment seemed to brew. She wasn’t happy with you, but her wrath declined, she wasn’t punishing you just yet.

No, there was something playful in her glare instead.

“Your work ethic is lacking,” she simply said, her voice cutting through the air, she tempted you closer as she walked you into her office.

Your heart dropped as she shut the door behind you, swivelling a lock as the key turned, the blinds falling shut against the window. It wasn’t all that late outside, but she made it night.

Listening in, you could hear a button fumble and then flick, a dim light spreading a warm glow around the office space. Next, you watched her move her hands over the drawer of her desk, another key striking into something locked away, pulling something out that she left hidden to you, at least for now.

“Now then…” Makima purred, taking a step closer and leaving the item she fetched on the chair behind the desk. You couldn’t quite see what it was. “Let’s try encouragement in a different way.”

Your heart dropped.

Were you about to get beaten up at your own job? (that you weren’t even getting paid for, it was an internship)—at least not yet, you had to survive the whole assigned duration to land a paid spot in this place.

Still, the atmosphere suddenly became something different entirely, the air thicker than blood, something that stagnated and caused your breath to hitch. Was this her presence alone that made you feel that way? The rumours felt suddenly real, your mind begging for you to run away but your fate already sealed itself the second you stepped inside.

“A-another way?” you asked.

“You’re a pretty girl,” Makima said, approaching closer, the carpet absorbing her steps—she moved quietly like a siren, her intentions feeling seducing almost as she reeled you in with those anchoring eyes, “so why are you trying to get a job here?”

You couldn’t quite reply, you weren’t even sure what to say. You gulped as her touch felt gradually invading, fingertips tracing along your jaw as her knuckles met with your cheeks. She felt soft. Tempting. Dangerous.

Her eyes narrowed as she studied you, the lack of reply grating on her nerves even if it wasn’t shown.

“Well?” she demanded.

“I want to make a difference, you tried to say, what a cliché excuse—oops.

She flashed a curt smile, “Very novel.”

Her fingers drifted down to your chin, pinching it and tilting your head to align with her line of sight. You avoided her gaze but she made you follow it much to your impending dread.

She parted her lips once more.

“You could have been someone’s pretty little wife or a mistress even, life could have been easy, especially for someone like you.”

You couldn’t respond, feeling insulted.

“A shame, but…” she let her words trail off, a glint of pure curiosity sparking in her eyes, the look she gave you was a dangerous one, “at least it means that I can have my fun instead.”

“I-I’m sorry?” you finally replied, fluttering a couple of blinks as your body froze.

“Mhm,” she hummed, finally letting go of your face—her eyes darkened, any light that indicated care now faded away, “so kneel.”

You tensed up even more, unsure how to react.

“I know you’re not deaf, my pretty, so let’s try that again,” she cooed again, her voice flipping a switch, it felt like an illusion though, there was a looming threat in her tone, “…kneel.”

You gulped as you knelt after a long moment, her eyes fixated on yours as she remained silent beyond that point.

Her lips curled as she watched you surrender to her will, “Good, I’m glad I didn’t have to repeat myself again—wouldn’t want to bruise such a face.”

You had no idea how to react, so you simply gulped. All of a sudden, it felt like you couldn’t talk, your replies congested.

Makima moved towards you next, taking a domineering step as she moved your chin to secure eye contact with you once again, her face showed zero praise but the warmth she offered from her touch told a different sort of story.

“So compliant,” she cooed.

She grabbed at your jaw next, fingertips trailing your lips.

“Show me your tongue, my pretty.”

You complied with her for now, showing her your tongue like a dog, panting with the muscle out in the open. You shuddered as you drooled, saliva dripping onto the floor.

She studied you for a moment, making a slight humming sound as she then let go of you and stepped away.

“I’ll go easy on you today,” Makima said, seeming to decide.

You put your tongue back into your mouth, fearful of the consequence but she didn’t seem to scold. Instead, she made her way back to her desk, taking a silver looking object, fiddling with the base as a droning whir emitted from the thing.

A vibrator?

She slid it into your trousers, making you freeze as she just nearly avoided the cotton underwear line that piled at your crotch; she then pushed your knees shut, keeping the vibrator running between your thighs and right next to your heat.

“Let’s keep that there,” She nodded, taking a step back again as though to admire the sight of your gradually undoing being; your complexion slowly blooming into rosy red, your eyes so trusting and so afraid.

Yet observant, so ready to give and to obey.

The setting on the vibrator felt like eventual torture, shuddering against your clothed clit as pleasure built up in between the seams—your thighs attempted to reel it tighter, squeezing the toy to give it deeper focus, but no matter what you did, it wouldn’t go beyond a certain point.

Your hands drifted towards your legs, attempting to alter its course but Makima was quick to deny you such relief.

Her eyes narrowed as her lips crept up into a smile, “Not yet, my lovely.”

She watched as your body began to writhe under impossibly low vibrations, tempting your teased sex again and again—you couldn’t help but squirm as a rising heat coiled in your lower stomach, clenching and tightening as waves continued to roll to a tweezed point.

Crouching down, she cupped your chin and brought it closer, planting a warm kiss upon your lips. You could taste her lipstick, feeling it stick to your own flesh and her breath shudder into your throat; tasting of stale coffee but just barely. Her eyes were half lidded as she continued to press her lips onto yours, her tongue working its way inside pushing—moving, wrestling your own muscle away almost as it dared to follow her lead.

“Delicious,” Makima purred as she pulled back, her amber eyes scrolling to your quivering thighs, igniting a feverish stare upon your body.

You shuddered, both scared and aroused almost, your core tightening against such intense pleasure that it almost hurt. Torture it was as it continued, your legs clenching to burrow the toy in but with no such release.

Makima moved back a little, pulling up a chair to sit right before you.

“Now my lovely, undress for me,” she spoke, demanded almost. Her expression hardened, a faint blush forming upon her skin.

“But, I-“ you tried to retaliate, already feeling so embarrassed and broken down.

“I like my pets compliant, [name],” Makima warned, her tone taking on something colder. You watched as she unbuckled her belt, ever so slightly and as her delicate fingers fumbled the button and then the zipper—fingers slipping into her black slacks.

Reluctantly you nodded in such a stiffened stance that you could have been chiselled from marble yourself. Slowly, you removed your clothes at a slow rate, her eyes silently blessing praise and approval.

Once you were in just your underwear, you stopped and she seemed disappointed.

“I didn’t say stop, my pet,” she warned again, this time oozing much more of a threat behind her tone.

“I-Of course…” you shuddered with a jittering reply, your entire body shaking as you slipped gently out of your bra, kicking off your socks and finally allowing the cloth that clung against your heat to finally drop to your knees.

“So beautiful,” Makima praised as she seemed genuine, “now crawl to me.”

“I-I’m sorry?” you blurred out unintentionally again, feeling your voice next anchor in your throat out of accidental resistance. You knew not to question her and yet you did.

“Obedient pets listen to the commands they’re given, do they not?” she smiled at last, seemingly finally entertained with you albeit at your expense.

You swallowed away the final part of your dignity, surrendering to moving your body into a position on all fours as you leaned towards her. The carpet felt rough against your knees and uncomfortable, your palms barely tolerating the sensation until you were met right by her knees.

“Good girl,” she praised, “now lean back for me and open your legs.”

“But that’s too much-“

“—You misunderstand, I only keep good pets employed,” she smiled, “you want to work here, don’t you?”

You were starting to wonder if you did.

“I…I don’t kno-“

“Beautiful girls like you are wasted on this place, but I can offer you something more,” she said, “if you listen to me then you will be rewarded in much more than a safer world and a mediocre salary.”

“W-will I?”

“I take care of my loyal pets, [name],” Makima promised, offering deceitful hope, “your life is worth so much more when it’s in my hands.”

You gulped, something about her words started to swoon you.

“Now, show yourself to me,” she repeated again, her tone warmer yet lacking patience.

You reluctantly listened as you spread your legs for her; your lips parting by the will of your fingers slipping inside and seeking out your clit.

“Such a pretty cunt,” Makima commented, her own hand exploring below the waistline of her black slacks, “pleasure yourself for me.”

You spat a little on your fingertips, swirling circles on the bud as it slowly grew swollen, your breath heightening in such a bizarre situation that you couldn’t quite tell what you wanted to do.

Surprisingly you were already soaked, seeking lubrication from your sopping sex instead, avoiding eye contact when you could but ultimately going back to her gaze to seek approval.

“A-am I doing good?” you asked, desperate for praise.

Makima didn’t reciprocate your need though, simply offering a slight curve of her lips as her stare intensified. She knew what she was doing though, true praise was given through actions rather than words and as her own arousal grew, her silence was the truest form of praise there was.

You continued anyway as you on and off stole glances at her, certain things turning you on more than other elements. The way her eyes looked down at you, reminding you of your place below her. The way her hand likely was doing the exact same thing, but she kept it hidden from you. The blush that started to form, matching the shade of her hair.

You didn’t quite mind, as it turned out.

Focusing on those points, you felt yourself melt into something that went beyond simple arousal. Your body flushed with fear and warmth and acceptance, almost. Your own stomach coiled as you approached your initial end, your fingertips pushing out an orgasm out of you that your whole body rode out.

Makima’s smile curved again, something devious forming in her eyes.

“Again,” she commanded, “use the toy.”

Still feeling sore but in need of more, you shook as you reached for the toy and held it against your clit. The toy felt sore against your now swollen point, immediately causing you to shudder and whine, a reaction that made her eyes widen with sheer excitement.

Your thighs trembled as you felt your whole body flush with enveloping fire, a shaking release daring to swell within your core. Your thighs clenched as you held the toy to your bud, daring to surrender to yet another climax as it edged near.

Makima kept watch of you the whole time, lips curling to meet a satisfied smile; her eyes were relentlessly boring into yours, as though captivated by your own arousal—her own overlapping, feeling almost vicarious pleasure.

“Cum for me, my pretty,” she commanded, her voice sounding as silky as ever.

You listened without question, finally feeling the coursing waves roll through your stomach and all across your body, leaving you behind as a sweating mess.

“What a sight,” Makima purred, taking her hand out of her trousers and cupping around your cheeks.

You could smell the scent of her, feeling almost intoxicated as she hovered so closely by.

“I-I did well?” you asked in a scrambled way, your mind not fully there just yet.

She continued to talk to you as her body leaned in, her form crouching right beside you as she held your head in between both of her hands, “So pretty, so obedient.”

“I-I-“ you stammered again, feeling something warm from the praise.

“You’re my favourite toy so far you know,” she smiled, pushing her lips up against yours for the second time, “now get dressed, you’re invited for after work drinks with me.”

With your mind still fried, you nodded in a dazed state as you got back dressed again and stood statued into place as Makima brushed you up, straightening up your clothes and brushing any loose strands of your hair out of the way.

You followed her as she walked, your head still spinning from what just happened.

Yet Makima knew exactly what she was doing.

And now, she had a pretty little pet on her leash.

Ready to obey whenever she pleases.