.✦ ݁˖ Fandoms: Mouthwashing, Jujutsu Kaisen, Hetalia, BNA, yeah that’s pretty much it
.✦ ݁˖ Extra: Will turn 19 on August, INTP-A 6w5, She/Her, baseballer (like that’s impressive 🥀) Uni student (Poli Sci)
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Lowkirkenuinely Bisexual with women as a preference . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁Usually write for JJK and Mouthwashing—though Mouthwashing is more serious for me when it comes to writing. Feel free to inbox me if you want Maki x Reader headcanons. I’m a FEIN for Maki ong.
you guys im going crazy the sheer LACK of maki zenin fics are driving me up the wall like you CANNOTT be telling me that this beautiful, smart, strong, amazing, hot, pretty, intelligent, confident, GODDESS of a woman has this little fics???
i need yall to pick up the slack and write more maki x readers right NEOOOWWW 👹👹👹 /j
warnings: s3!maki, arm thirst, fem!reader, biting, thigh riding
Your girlfriend was hot. There was no doubt in your mind about it.
You've always thought she was perfect, but ever since Shibuya, she's looked… different. She's bigger now, stronger, rougher, and everything about her makes your thighs squeeze together in need when you're around her, heat pooling in your core.
And her arms.
They've gotten so much bigger now, defined muscles flexing with every movement, straining and bulging as she does things. She's caught you staring a few times, practically salivating, your eyes glued to her exposed skin.
Each time she notices, you look away so fast she's surprised you haven't gotten whiplash yet, face on fire as you look anywhere but her, desperately avoiding her puzzled gaze.
And to make matters worse, she's started wearing these tight, black tops, ones with no sleeves, ones that leave her arms completely on display for you.
All. The. Time.
It reaches a point where you just can't take it anymore, you can't sit around watching her exist when she looks that good. When her arms look that perfect and that delicious, just waiting to be bitten. So you decide to do something about it.
The slam of the front door being shut lets you know that Maki's home, and you slip out of bed to go find her. She's been working harder missions recently, coming back later and later, normally finding you tucked into bed by the time she gets home.
Tonight, you're dressed the same as you usually are, one of Maki's old, oversized T-shirts draped over your frame. You creep into the living room searching for her, feet padding softly across the floor, one hand coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
You find Maki sprawled on the sofa, arms stretched across the back, head tipped back and eyes shut as she sighs from exhaustion. She doesn't notice when you enter the room, her eyes only fluttering open when you're standing in front of her, hands bracing on her shoulders as you straddle her thigh, one of your legs slotting in between hers.
"I missed you," you whisper, not wanting to shatter the peace of the moment.
You press closer when Maki's hands come to rest on your hips, strong arms flexing as her hands squeeze. She exhales, long and slow, like seeing you has instantly drained all the tension from her body. "Missed you more."
You lean in, breath ghosting over her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck. Maki sighs into the kiss, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush. When you pull back, her lips instinctively chase yours, but you don't let her reach you, leaning back and giggling when she growls in frustration.
Your forehead presses against hers, lips barely brushing, breathing each other in. Just as Maki tilts her head to kiss you again, you lean away and press your lips to her shoulder instead, over the material of her top. As usual, she's wearing one of her tight, sleeveless tops, your mouth practically watering as your eyes greedily drink in all of that smooth, defined skin on display. Your thighs clench together, something she definitely feels from where hers is sandwiched in between yours.
She looks at you in surprise, not expecting the sudden move. Your gaze flicks up to meet Maki's, a soft smile on your face as you look up at her, pressing a kiss to her jaw before ducking back down again. You lift her right arm slightly, bringing it closer to your face. Maki lets you move her as you please, mouth tilted in a confused smile as she peers down at you.
The first press of your lips against her skin has her letting out a soft sigh, her free hand resting on your waist, keeping you steady.
"What're you doing, sweetheart?" she questions, arm twitching as you run your lips over her scarred skin.
"Nothing…" Your eyes flick up to meet hers, mock innocence painted over your face before you sink your teeth into her arm.
"The fuck—" Maki hisses and tries to yank her arm away, but your hold doesn't loosen, not letting her pull back. When you release her, you lean back a little to admire the mark you've made, a perfect imprint from your teeth left, purpling around the edges.
"Sorry," you smile sweetly up at her, and for a second she almost believes your act, almost, "your arms just look so good."
"Fuck," she groans, gasping when she feels you grind against her thigh, a tiny movement so subtle you thought she wouldn't notice. But she does, Maki always does.
You've completely soaked through your panties at this point, clit throbbing as you continue to lavish her arm with attention. She smirks at you, her free hand gripping your hip tightly and pulling you harder against her thigh as she tenses it, bouncing her leg a little.
Your nails dig into her skin and you cry out, your needy cunt desperately searching for friction. Maki can tell you’re getting close, so she uses her grip on your hip to still your movements, kissing you softly when you whine in protest.
She lifts her arm, flexing it for you, smirking as your breath hitches and your jaw drops. Her bicep is covered in hickeys, bite marks littered all over her skin. She squeezes your hip to bring your attention back to her face, and you shudder at the dangerous glint in her eyes.
Can someone write a x femreader fic where Maki is genuinely ape shit? (aged up ofc) I’d love to do it myself but I’m employed (I’m crying, she’s jovial as fuck here)
