◇ Aki loves physical affection and touch. It's hid first choice when you need comfort and the thing he always seeks out
◇ He loves resting his head in your lap while you stroke his hair
◇ The last to let go in every hug
◇ He gives you short little kisses to say hello and goodbye, but he loves a proper, long lasting kiss.
○ Makima ○
◇ Makima keeps you close by either holding onto your hand or your waist
◇ Her affection can feel a bit stiff at times. And she doesn't like receiving clearly as much as she does giving
◇ Often small touches linger for just long enough to become something more. Especially when she fixes your hair
◇ Is especially gentle when she kisses you on your lips
○ Denji ○
◇ Denji isn't subtle about his admiration of your bust, but he isn't a jerk, he wouldn't touch you in public or without your permission
◇ He likes to lay his head on your chest. Both for the cushion and the sound of your heartbeat
◇ Awkward and inexperienced when it comes to kissing, but still very eager
◇ He absolutely loves when you kiss around his jaw and neck
○ Power ○
◇ Power isn't especially fond of physical affection. She doesn't hate it, but to her it's sappy to be focused on it
◇ That said she loves a super close, firm hug
◇ Likes to hide behind you to try and dodge lectures or work assignments
◇ She enjoys when you stroke her hair gently, but doesn't usually sit still for you to comb it
○ Kishibe ○
◇ Kishibe is pretty reserved in the early stages of a relationship, as he's always expecting someone to leave or wind up dead, but the first sign of affection is a hug after you survive a rough mission
◇ Likes when you sit on his lap
◇ He's very intense when it comes to kissing
◇ likes to share a bed, and likes when you wind up half-laying on him to sleep.
○ Himeno ○
◇ She's most clingy when she's drunk and at that point, you have about thirty seconds before she attaches herself to you like a koala to a tree
◇ Always tries to make you blush from kisses or hugs in public
◇ Fidgets a lot when it comes to sleeping or cuddles
◇ She'll swing your hands if you do hold them while walking
○ Kobeni Higashiyama ○
◇ Very, very timid when it comes to PDA. Short kisses on the cheek are about as far as she'll go
◇ She likes to hug you around your waist
◇ Even when she does warm up to the idea of public affection, she rarely is the one to initiate it
◇ Very, very gentle with you at all times
○ Angel Devil ○
◇ Really has no strong preferences about how open you are with affection
◇ Not too big on kissing, as he finds it most impractical finding some kind of barrier that's usable for it
◇ Likes to rest his head on your (fully clothed) shoulder
◇ Prefers when you do most of the work, but whether you're kissing or running your hands over him, he's quite responsive
Tw:reader is so stupid,reader is whipped,reader is a BIRD,the plot makes no sense,reader is a lawyer lol,3k words of pure bs and poo,just read this as a crack fic and have a laugh please.
A/n:This edit have me in a chokehold,I genuinely feel things everytime I watch it,it’s also the reason why I wrote this.
It’s almost terrifying how easy you were for her.
You stir awake,and open your eyes.You sat up from the bed with difficulty,thighs aching,and dragged yourself to the bathroom to wash the sweat out of your body.You glance back at yourself from the mirror,bruises decorated your body,bites ornamented your neck and collarbone adding on to the constellation of red,purple and green spots on your body.
Everyday you have been waking up with mysterious wounds,every night is more and more restless,dreams turning weirder terrifying and more vivid with each passing night.
You sigh tiredly,you went to countless doctors asking about these issues but they all ignored the problem and simply told you to stress less.Now you were simply living with it,the perpetual stiffness in your legs as if you were trying to run away from something,the vocal strain cause by all the times you woke up shouting,but that wasn’t the worst in this situation;the worst thing was waking up with the unbearable feeling of forgetting something,the uncertainty,as if a chunk of your memory was erased.
Despite all this suffering you kept on living your life normally,because you ached for a normal an ordinary civilian live.
You finished getting ready and looked at the mirror,wore your best smile and affirm to yourself “I’m smart,pretty and nothing bad can ever reach me”your mom had always told you to say these to start the day in a good note,but did you truly believe in these words.
The sun wasn’t wasn’t harsh yet,therefore you enjoyed the light breeze,you observed your surroundings,the high school girls giggling about something on their phone,salarymen rushing to catch the early train,common scenery.
You enter the law office,greet your co worker and get in your personal office,leafing through several case and documents.
The morning went by normally,finally lunch time arrived.You got up from your seat and stretched but before you could open your office door,you feel the atmosphere changing,it grew heavy,almost suffocating.
The rumbling of your stomach pulled you out of your thoughts,Its probably nothing,you think and brush it off,and reach for the doorknob,walking out the door and closing it behind you.You strolled toward the vending machines.
All of a sudden a body gets thrown on the vending machines,destroying the machines completely,the victim’s blood splashes on you along with the various beverages the vending machine proposed.
You could hear the devil approaching,its thumping making your limbs tremble,you got up on your wobbly legs and bolted to your office,the devil was hurling body after body,eventually you tripped on one of them,earning a whimper from you.
You look around and spot a couch,I could hide under it”you thought.Your legs had already gave out so you crawled until you arrive and hid under it.
Your tears flowed and your body quivered,the devil march and stops at where you hid,it must’ve heard your cries and whimpers,your hand flies to your mouth,palm against your lips and nose to stop you from shouting.
It’s body cracks abnormally and looks at the crack of the sofa,making direct eye contact with you,it’s terrifying eyes were drilling holes in you.
You closed your eyes preparing for what seemed like an inevitable death,maybe your hearth was going to give out before he even put his hands on your body.
Suddenly chainsaw were heard,along with laughter mixed with shouts,the devil hunter gives a slash of his chainsaw completely soaking you in warm blood.
“You can go out now it’s safe”a gentle voice tells you
Your body instantly reacts to the voice,as if you already knew its author.You crawl out and looked up at your saviours a chainsaw guy followed by a beautiful woman with light pink hair.You get up legs still trembling from the fright.
“You did great,you may leave now”the woman tells to the chainsaw guy,whose chainsaw just melted,You looked at his face and winced slightly,he was still a teen.
The boy nods and trotts away.
Now the woman turns to look at you and gestures to follow her,you stumble forward and slip on the blood but before you could fall on the pool of blood again,she held you up”Careful”she says with a smile.
You smile shyly,she walks you out of the law offices,where several ambulances and police cars were waiting,the countless lifeless body were all scattered on the floor black “blankets”covering them,all the victims were evacuated,you were the last one.
Immediately a paramedic rushed to verify if you were safe,you let examine you,you felt completely empty,the blood on your face,clothes,hair and body hardened with the sun,extricating a strong iron smell making you lightheaded,tears wouldn’t come anymore,or at least you couldn’t feel nor control the red tinted waterfalls from streaming on your cheeks and chin.
The paramedic finished his examination and wrapped you in a shock blanket.
You don’t even notice the woman looking at you,”My name is makima”she introduces herself normally.
You look up at her and nod,as if you have already heard that name a thousand times,and maybe you did.
“I’ll drive you home”she announces flexing out her hand for you to reach.
The drive home was quiet,you passed out on the soft cushions of her car,you don’t remember getting in,you don’t think you even told her where you lived.Nonetheless you arrive at your appartement complex,her chauffeur opens the door and she gently pull your hand for you to get out of the vehicle,she open the door and lets you in.
She hands you your bag and belongings you left at the office,that’s probably where she got my address and house keys”you rassure yourself.
Before leaving she hands you a piece of paper with her number on it,you take it.
“In case you need me”she says with a sly smile,before closing the door behind her.
For the second time today,you drag yourself to the bathroom to wash off the blood out of your body,you scrubbed and scrubbed until the bathroom floor looked like a crime scene.
You put on clean clothes and plop on the bed,sleeps come easily.
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You woke up in a jolt,trying to hold on the rare fragments of tonight dream;curtains flowing,soft blankets and cushions and finally a silhouette,you couldn’t see whose it was,but it was weirdly familiar.
You reach out to touch your forehead,finding it completely dry,deprived of any sweat.
You shrug it off and walk your the bathroom,and weirdly for the first time in days and weeks,not a new bruise nor bite was added.
You go on with your day normally,the streets seemed too normal,too calm,too ordinary for a world where a devil attack could happen anytime.
Throughout the day,you felt observed,not the camera in your office,nor the curious glance of clients at you and their case,but observed by something abnormal,something bigger and stronger than you,maybe it’s just the paranoia from yesterday’s accident,you think.
You leave your office to have lunch,you haven’t packet any today,so you decided to go to the local bakery down the street,they sold the best sandwiches,the bread they used was incredibly soft,and freshly baked,you wondered what type of sandwich you’ll find.
Soon enough you entered the bakery,the bells chiming,signalling your arrival.
You walks to the display,analysing the various products;sandwiches and desserts.
Suddenly a soft voice calls your name,it’s her again.
You turn and find her seated,nursing a black coffe and waved slightly at you.
You moved before you could think properly and walked toward her table,she gestures you to sit.
“Are you here on lunch break”you asked,cringing slightly at how obvious the question might have looked.
“Yes,it’s my first time here actually,what do you recommend”she asks with a smile
You p think for a second then answer”Well they have very good sandwiches and their pastries are pretty good too.”
“Well let’s see the options”she got up walking to the showcase.
You chose a chiken katsu sandwich and makima took a pork one,you went to pay before makima stopped you.
“Let me pay “she suggests
“Oh no no don’t bother”you argue but she paid in the blink of an eye.
You walk out of the bakery,a comfortable silence falling over you.You end up arriving at a random park,and sat down on a bench,finally tearing down the protective plastic of the sandwich.
You ate while talking about random things.
30 minutes later,you check your watch,lunch break was soon to be over.
“You have to go back to work right”Makima says
You nod and get up from the bench,tossing the empty sandwich packet in a bin.
“Hey,if you wanna make it up to me for paying lunch,let’s go out Sunday”
“Sure,where do you wanna go”you smile,eyes beaming,you hadn’t gone out with anyone for so long,it was always work then back home,and sometimes you’d pass by the movies to watch a movie.
The pain and fatigue from the restless night of sleep completely destroyed your social relations,no more friends and even less dates.
“Well we could go to the movies then have lunch”Makima explains
“I’d really love to”you say almost too giddy
“It’s a date then”Makima smiles and waves
“Yeah,a date definitely”you mumble to yourself since she’s already so far away in front of you,you stood there for a minute processing your first date invitation in months.
You return to your job skipping happily,you still felt watched,but who cares,you’re going out.If a devil were to attack you,your hapiness was enough to execute him.
A few hours later
the work day is finally done,you walk in the full streets of Tokyo,you walked until you arrived to the calmer districts,where a few children played and ran around.
You walked and strangely you felt more and more watched,it felt as if the birds above you were watching you,the flock forming an eye for a bigger creature to see through it,the air was heavy and tense,the same way it was when the devil appeared at your work place.
Black shadowy figures appeared in the corner of your eyes,disappearing as soon as you turn your head to look at them.
You hurried home and went on with your usual bedtime routine,just this time you thought about tomorrow’s date,you wondered what she was going to wear,if she’d let her gorgeous red hair down,if she’d wear a skirt or a dress,the worries about being watched once again disappeared.
You slipped under the warmth of your covers,you daydreamed about her,how her fingers would feel instead of yours,how’d she caress you,how’d she touch you.
You feel asleep pondering about her and her mysterious smile.
When morning came,you dolled yourself up,and walked to the movies where you were supposed to meet.
You fumbled with the small bunny keychain dangling from your bag and waited a few seconds until you her soft voice called your name.
“Good morning,did you wait here for too long”she asks,offering you a smile
You look up at her,she wore a beautiful breezy dark red dress that stopped under her knee and white heeled ballet flats,she had her hair down wich made her look even prettier.
You snap out of you daze and answer “No I just got here”
“Great let’s get in then”she suggested
“What are we gonna watch”you ask while walking to the cash register to get your tickets
“They’re projecting old movies today”she points to several old classic movie posters”You can choose,I have no preference”she continues.
Your eyes scan the posters,The Evil dead,Grease,Ballad of a soldier and finally La boum.
You had already watched them all,they were all very great,but if you choose a lighthearted movie like Grease or La boum you feared that maybe Makima will tease you about it,not that you mind,but another scenario came to your mind,if you picked The evil dead,you’d have an excuse to grip her arm and cling to her,you giggles at how childish your plan was.
“We could watch evil dead”you suggest to Makima
She gives you a knowing smile,as if she already knows your silly little plan,and she probably does.
She nods and you pay for the tickets.
You ambled to the screening room,where only a few people sat.
Throughout the movie Makima didn’t move,didn’t flinch at any screamer,didn’t laugh or even smile at any joke.
Meanwhile you reacted at every scene,giggling at every joke and flinching,it baffles you how mysterious Makima was,yes you literally only know her for less than a week but it feels like she knows you much more than you know her,how peculiar.
The credit finally rolled,Makima stayed seated for a second,maybe she was analysing the movie,you think to yourself.
She then gets up without a word,you of course follow her confused by her silence.
“Did you enjoy the movie”you ask Makima,trying to engage in conversation
“Not really,I didn’t like how they tried to force the fright out of us”she explained
“Ohh I see” you answer
The rest of the date was great,you went out to eat,talked about many things,even spoke about activities for the next date.
Finally the date had to come to an end,you felt sad,the thought of walking home alone,getting ready for bed all in the calm and emptiness of your appartement made you feel horrible and anxious.
“Should I walk you home”Makima asks as if on cue”maybe I’ll even take something to drink and pastries since we didn’t get dessert”
“I’d love to”you say way too fast for someone trying to act uninterested
You walk,way too close to her,you wanted to feel her warmth,needed to feel her close,needed her comfort.
You wonder if under that mysterious layer there lays a sweet and cuddly lover,even if she wasn’t you wouldn’t mind being the clingy partner,being her pup,maybe she’d like it.
Finally you arrived home.
You pushed the door open,slip them off,you offer Makima a pair of slippers as you put on yours.
“Coffee or tea”you ask Makima
“I’ll take some coffee”she answers
You nod and disappears into the kitchen,letting her sit on the living room couch.
A few minutes later,you bring her coffee and your tea,with some biscuits.
An awkward silence stretched,your eyes wondered between your tea,your reflection on the turned off tv,you fidget with a pillow.Why did you have to invite her in for a drink.
“You’re very tense”she remark
You’re the cause makima”you think to yourself hopping she can somehow hear you and soothe your stress and awkwardness,somehow.
Her soft fingers reach for your jaw,she looked at you with those gorgeous eyes,her eyes so beautiful and mesmerising,suddenly you wanted to tell her everything,from the restless nights of sleep,to being watched and the growing feeling you had toward you,so big they were almost abnormal.
You opened your mouth to speak”Makima i don’t know what’s going on with me,I’m so confused by everything that’s been happening to me,and you,you”the words die in your throat,you look at her with such admiration and adoration as if she could solve all your problems.
She leans close to whisper against your ear”Let me make you forget your worries”
You blushed at her words,rubbing your thighs together for a minimum of friction.
Her lips touch yours,they were so soft and light you almost came just from it.She held you up and sat you in the couch,playing with the plush fat on your ass.
The kiss deepened,she gently pushed you deeper on the couch and crawled up to you,she peppered kisses along your jawline,she pulled out to unbutton your blouse,and palmed on your covered chest,messing with your hardening nipple.
You were turning into a puddle against her hands,the delicate brush of her finger along your side while licked and bit your nipples.
You couldn’t contain your moans and whimpers.
Makima’s weight on your crotch only empathised on your pleasure,you ignorantly followed your pleasure,your hips twitching up.
You closed your eyes when you felt Makima grind and humps you drowning in the pleasure.
She came up to kiss your kiss and came down to you neck,where she spent an awful long time sucking the same place,suddenly you felt a burning sting,you couldn’t move anymore,blood was scattered around your bed,face and makima’s hands,you were dizzy,abruptly memomries came drowning,you understood why her voice felt familiar,why you knew her voice,why the brush of her fingers felt familiar.
Memories of countless night where the same thing happened,the same exact scenario.
You gathered your strength,your hands flew to her hair,gripping it and drew it away from your neck.
Your shouts filled the room,your legs were kicking the mattress,kicking the decoratived pillows sending them flying to the abandoned beverages on the tables,the sound of glass shattering only adding to your terror.
Your shouts quickly turned into sobs,the sting was hurting so bad,it felt as if she ripped your skin with your teeth and turned it into mash.
“Makima stop it hurts”you shout voice breaking,in hope she’d at least let you live
She pulls out,mouth full of blood”Did you finally figure everything out”
You turn your head left and right as if to say no”Why me,why a normal civilian,not even a devil hunter”you ask tears blurring your vision,you held onto your neck wound,whimpering when you find blood still pooling from it.
She leans in and touches your cheek”I liked how normal you were,you’re so ordinary with a normal job,a normal routine,normal worries.I needed a human far from any devil hunting problems,someone who wouldn’t think twice about anything,and my love you didn’t disappoint,I’ll keep earasing your memory,attack your workplace,meet you,fuck you,and this until you’re completely drained and loose your mind”
Your sobs accentuated with her explanation,you felt like the stupidest person ever,but then an unexpected wave of relief crashed on you,you were never going to be alone,she was always with you one way or another.
A brief silence followed,only the plops of coffee spilling from the broken cup to the floor.
“Can I ask you for a favour”you ask cheeks blushing
Makima nodded so you continued”Can you kiss me for the last time”
Makima smiled”Sure thing”
She leans in and your lips touch,her lips were full of blood,probably painting yours as red as hers,despite the fear,the confusion and the crushing pain in your neck,you enjoyed the kiss,you wrapped your arms around her body and she gently let her bloodied fingers caress your hair,finally when you were short of air,you pulled away,this all felt weird but you couldn’t save yourself or change the situation,so you tried to see the good in it.
Makima gave you one of her unsettling smiles before whispering”Good night”
Soon enough,your eyelids grew heavy,and you drifted off to sleep.
Also this is super short sorry,I’m still writing the full fic
Starting off strong she sees you as a pet,a toy,something she keeps when she wants to forget about devil hunting,expect her to ghost you for days before finally answering your messages and going for a date.
Very egocentric,she’ll kill you or trade you if she thinks something will be useful to her.
Adding on to the egocentrical part,she’s very manipulative ,she wouldn’t hesitate to erase your memory if you held on an argument for too long,or stay mad at her for too long.
She’s quite possessive too,if she finds someone is too friendly with you,she’ll remove all their memories from your mind,or even kill them.
Despite all this,she’s a very good lover,she kisses you and touch you like no one ever did,and will never.Its as if she reads your mind to know exactly what you want,as if she speaks to your body.
But once she’s done,she’ll disappear and ghost you again,you’ll have to beg like a dog to get to see her again
She mess up with your mind,whenever you try to leave because you are genuinely so unhappy with the relationship,she takes a day off,stays with you and let you cry on her shoulder,you try to communicate your feelings and your worries,when you feel like you both said enough and cleared the tension,you end falling asleep on her shoulder,satisfied of your conversation,thinking that her behaviour would change.
But without any surprise,it doesn’t.You wake up in an empty bed,no note,nor message left.
It’s a never ending cycle,but still you can’t leave.
Your Boss is always messing with you. This time she might have gone a little too far.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Dubious consent/noncon, power imbalance, slight mommy kink, dacryphilia (yes i know), objectification, yandere Makima, Makima using her powers so kinda drugged sex?, fingering, Reader has internalized homophobia, Reader is either bi or lesbian (up to reader whether its comphet), Schrodinger's Aki victimization (aka its up to you if he's suffering or not), begging, top Makima.
I trust Makima stans to read warnings. Bonk me for spelling.
Getting a cup of coffee in this city is like dodging knives on fire as a circus freak. The only difference between you and the circus freak being that they were getting paid for their nonsense and you were actually losing money with the coffee.
Either way you’re slipping between people, your hair wild as you run through the city with the cool wind of Tokyo slapping you in the face. Of course some stupid vending machine devil spawned in the city. And yes, it was a literal vending machine. Stupid fear to some, but apparently deadly enough to kill more people than sharks.
It wouldn’t be a concern if it wasn’t so large, the snacks dispensed could upend the earth, and a large chocolate bar crashes into a building, sending debris crashing down and you narrowly turn a corner to avoid being smushed before righting your coffee. People are screaming, which is natural, but a small spiteful part of you wishes they’d at least get out of your way.
“Fucking hell.” You whisper under your breath.
There go your plans of looking cute. What was originally a work appropriate but nice looking outfit of a bow in your hair and a shorter pencil shirt with tights is now a dusty ripped mess. The bow dangles off your hair and you lose it completely as you dash off, dropping the rest of the coffee but managing to grab onto two cups.
Swearing again when it hits the ground, you grit your teeth as hot coffee splashes onto your ripped tights and stains the concrete before you, making you nearly slip on the mess in your dress shoes. You must look like a circus freak too at this point, but you can’t really do too much about it but keep running, if only to pause to swerve between people and finally make it towards the familiar less crowded path to the devil hunters HQ.
No casualties so far from what you’ve seen thankfully, just structural damages and a few injuries, and you pray that of the devil hunters that you spotted in the distance Aki is one of them. Because you’d rather die than have him see you in the office looking like this.
So of course, when the elevator door opens with a soft ding, Aki is there, standing in front of you, looking clean and crisp in his suit, with his topknot done and his soft eyes mildly confused as they take in your disheveled form.
“Vending machine.” You explain as you shove his order into his hands without too much of an explanation. His order, black with no sugar, is easy enough to remember but you still repeated it in your head to the point that you forgot nearly everyone else's.
“I… see.” He says, deciding just to accept the coffee and the state of your flushed cheeks when his hands brush against yours.
Unfortunately, you have no choice but to step into the elevator with him, and you try not to look at him, fixing your gaze on the floor panel as you push the one for the top floor. You hope he doesn’t talk to you and you squirm slightly as the impossibly rickety metal box groans with movement.
“...you doing okay?” He asks, and you close your eyes for a moment so you don’t start crying from embarrassment. You know you look like shit and it makes all your confidence from earlier in the morning shrivel up and die.
“Yeah.” You say, and your voice goes up in pitch. Pressing your lips together for a moment and willing yourself to not act like an idiot you try again. “Just… devils and all. This city is a zoo.”
The last part lands a bit bitterly and you hope it doesn’t interfere with the nice persona you’ve been trying to keep up around him, but to your surprise he just lets out a huff of amusement.
“A zoo is pretty accurate.” He agrees before gesturing to the cup. “What’d you get?”
“Oh– no.” You say with a shake of your head. It would have been smarter if you had grabbed your own cup, you'd be happier at least, but your instincts were more worried about getting fired. “This isn’t mine, it's Makima-san’s.”
“Ah,” He says, and you feel a twinge of annoyance when you see the subtle admiration in his eyes as he hears the name. Of course, everyone likes your boss, even you, but sometimes you wish Aki would just get his head out of his ass and pay attention.
“And what did she get?” He asks as the elevator dings and creaks open, and you’re mildly annoyed that you know that he’s going to memorize that order the same way you remembered his. Still, you can’t refuse him, you never could, and you part your lips to respond as you both step out into the hallway.
“Black.” A familiar silky smooth voice responds and you and Aki both instinctively jerk to attention.
Makima looks beautiful as always, her hair neatly braided and her golden eyes filled with slight amusement from your reactions. She looks at you up and down, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you feel her gaze like a weight.
“My, you look… distinguished.” She remarks, and you fight the urge to shove your head in your hands, instead handing her her coffee.
She reaches out, brushing her fingers against yours as she takes it and you feel a familiar yet confusing flutter before you awkwardly pull your hand away, trying not to think about the weird spark you felt.
“Vending machine.” You tell her, the same as you told Aki and she smiles.
“Ah, that one? I’ve got the report started, you can help me finish it.” She says lightly and you groan before she turns to Aki. “You don’t mind if I steal her from you, do you Hayakawa?”
Aki shakes his head a bit too eagerly and you feel another angry twinge inside.
“Not at all.” He says, but his eyes flit towards you and your heart skips a beat despite yourself. “Hope your day gets better (Name).”
You can feel your heart leaping in your stomach and you struggle to find the words for a minute before getting out a whispered “you too” (though that definitely isn’t the proper response) before following a mildly amused looking Makima to her office.
“You too?” She asks when Aki is out of ear shot and you scowl at her.
“It’s been a long day.” You say defensively.
“I’m sure. The reports from yesterday are on your desk, a few casualties need to be logged in the Ginza district too.” She says as she takes off her jacket, pulling her arms out of the sleeves.
Not even a good morning. Just teasing and straight to work, though it's always been like this in your time working under Makima. You should be used to it, but you do feel minorly hurt that she didn’t even thank you for the coffee.
“Yes ma’am.” You murmur a little bitterly, but you jolt slightly as she gently wraps you in her jacket, putting the fabric over your shoulders and suddenly very close. You think you could count her eyelashes from this distance.
“Keep this on.” She says in a murmur. “I don’t need anyone getting distracted by you.”
You have no idea what she means for a moment, but she steps away before you can question it too much, and you hesitantly put the jacket on as you rush to follow her to her office. It smells like her, faintly of dog and something musky and surprisingly masculine.
It's cold. Not in the temperature sense, but in the sense that everything in her office looks so painfully sterile. Her desk is bare, the curtains have never been wrinkled or moved and her papers are neatly filed away. Your desk however, is a chaotic mess of papers and desk decor, a few picture frames of family and friends littered about.
Often, you find yourself wishing you were more like Makima and the thought lingers as you sit at your desk and start your work. It’s simple enough, but it churns your stomach slightly when you see the names and numbers, the causes of death. If you were more like Makima this probably wouldn’t phase you.
You try to get into her mindset for a moment, but it doesn’t work when you read the first death report, impalement. Nasty way to go, and you find yourself earnestly sympathizing with the poor person who met their end.
Needless to say, it takes longer than expected to get through those reports and by then you're so emotionally exhausted your mind starts to wander to keep your own sanity as you start doodling on a fresh sheet.
Your eyes dart up for a moment and you take in the way the light hits Makima as she focuses on her work. Her skin is flawless, almost porcelain, and yet she’s not delicate either. She’s strong. Stronger than you’ll ever be and more perfect than you could think to conceive. It sends a weird flutter through you, admiration and envy.
It’s not like you like feeling this way. Jealousy always feels terrible, but you can’t help it when the only person you want to look your way is looking at her. Maybe Himeko feels the same, and that’s why she hates Makima, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same.
It’s impossible to hate her in your eyes, she’s too… well, magnanimous you suppose, but also, she’s different when she lets her guard down. You’ve been around her longer than anyone else, but even then it's still rare. Still, when you catch her doing something earnestly you can’t help but feel fond.
Maybe a little too fond, especially since Makima is just a friend. And a girl just like you… you feel like you should wish it was Aki you were spending time with. But you find that even that sentiment has changed a little, like it crept on before you realized it.
It shouldn’t matter though, Makima is a friend and Aki is firmly out of your reach in your eyes. You don’t think he’d ever look at you with those steel blue eyes in the same way he looks at Makima. But you wish he would just once. Just so you could savor the way he took you in.
“You like him, don’t you?”
Makima’s soothing voice rings out, startling you from your doodling, although her voice itself doesn’t startle you as much as her words.
“...what?” You finally manage to ask, after mouth fishing for a few minutes, trying to figure out what the woman across from you is saying. You have a feeling you know where this is going and it makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat.
She simply smiles at you, her piercing golden eyes suddenly feeling a lot more intrusive than they usually are.
“Aki.” She says, teasingly, as if what she was implying was perfectly clear from the start. “You like him.”
You blank for a second, face heating up as you process her words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lie, averting your eyes back to your desk, where, inconveniently, the drawing you doodled of said aforementioned man lay.
Makima watches your gaze shift with an amused smirk, laughing lightly when you send her a halfhearted glare in return.
“You don’t need to deny it.” She says, seemingly enjoying watching you squirm in your seat. “...although, watching you act bashful is cute.”
“...you’re incredibly annoying.” You manage to say, cheeks burning. “If I knew you were this annoying I wouldn’t have worked under you.”
And it’s true to a slight extent. When you first met Makima, introduced to her as her secretary, you thought of her as a calm, poised and rather reserved woman. She was kind, if not a little stern, and you thought she wouldn’t be the type to bother you with silly gossip about your personal life.
Clearly, you were wrong, since despite the fact that she could maintain her professional image in front of most, she had no problem dropping that act with you. Be it through subtle touches or teasing words like now, either way she’d send you into a flustered state.
“You wouldn't?" She asks, a small imperceptible smirk on her face.
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Ah?” She laughs, but the tone is a little sharp in a way that has you stiffening up despite yourself. “That’s a shame, I’ve always found your reactions cute.”
“...” You blink at her owlishly, face starting to flush. “T-that’s…”
“But I digress, let’s go back to the original topic.” She says abruptly, standing up from her desk, the few papers she was no doubt pretending to work on, falling to the floor. “You like him.”
You neither confirm nor deny her words, instead looking at her warily trying to see what exactly she’s getting at, though you already know your face is giving you away.
“...what does this have to do with you?” You eventually ask, a slight sense of discomfort overwhelming you, in the way that it always has. Not exactly overwhelming but enough to keep your skin prickling and humming.
“With me? Nothing really.” She says, giving you a small smile as she walks over to you, her shoes clicking against the polished floor and then muffling against the carpet.. “But I can’t help but feel… concerned.”
You furrow your brow at her words, trying to make sense of what she’s saying, the discomfort within you shifting to something jerky, defensive even. Shifting slightly in your seat, you look up at her, confusion and hesitance intermingling as you do so. “Is there something I should know?” You eventually ask.
“Oh, no.” She laughs slightly at the way you flightily jump at her words. “Nothing you need to be wary of. It’s just that, I can’t help but worry for you (Name).” She says, her tone shifting into something more soothing and familiar.
“Worry… for me?” You repeat, unsure of what you're hearing.
She offers you another smile, this one somewhat pitying as she presses her hands on your desk, looking down at you with those swirling eyes. “Don’t take it personally (Name). But Aki… well, he’s not really a settling down type is he?”
You feel the same uncomfortable knot tighten in your stomach. It’s not like you don’t know what she's getting at. Aki is a lot of things, he’s determined, brave, gentlemanly, kind, selfless, loyal… but you already know that the main priority on his mind has always been revenge. Not that you could blame him, you hardly faced loss, you couldn’t even start to imagine how it felt to lose everyone you knew all at once.
It still stings though. A small selfish part of you wants to yell at him that it's all pointless, that he’d die before he ever got to see the family he could rebuild, hopefully with you, somewhere soft and light in the blanket of snow, building an igloo with rough mittens and sweet laughter, rosy cheeks and kisses.
But you know Makima is right, she usually is. With her gentle voice she corrects you into the correct posture, the correct penmanship, the correct wording. She knows how you work as much as she knows how everyone else works, a clockmaker setting her gears. And she knows Aki best of all, longer than you having worked with him for years. An eternity in this line of work.
So she must be right, but it still hurts a little, a lump welling in your neck.
“...I know.” You say, a little quietly, defeated. “It’s not like I…”
Like you’d try really. Aside from soft hellos and the occasional coffee you get him it's not like you’ve actively tried to get his attention. More so just brushed past his peripheral.
Makima seems to hear your unheard words, though she always does somehow. “I know. You’re a smart girl.” She says softly reaching out slowly. You don’t register the cool of her palm against your cheek until it's already pressed against you, soft and slow.
“A pretty one too. He really doesn’t know anything does he?” She says sympathetically, and you feel your eyes burn for a moment as you find yourself sinking your weight against her hand. It feels warm, good even. It’s like a lullaby being sung to you through the rhythmic stroking of her thumb against your cheek and you close your eyes for a moment.
And then you jolt up, your eyes snapping open as you look up at her, your chair screeching for a moment against the wood floor, making you cringe slightly. This is your boss, your dear friend, what the hell are you thinking? You must be out of your mind, and you feel your cheeks flush as you attempt to clear your throat, though a part of you whines at the loss of her touch.
“Ahem– Makima-san, I understand your concern, but I’m fine.” You say, hesitating before fiddling with the sleeves of her jacket nervously. “It’s not like I don’t know how it is working here…”
Makima studies you for a moment, tilting her head to the side, before she slowly retracts her hand, smiling in that vague way that makes you feel mildly disconcerted. “Of course, just looking out for you, little one.” She says, her voice soft like wind chimes, and you feel a shiver build up.
Little one. It should feel condescending, it is condescending. But coming from her lips, anything would sound reassuring. Ironically, that’s something that should put more people on guard.
“I appreciate it.” You say, averting your eyes to the desk before looking back up, pressing your lips together. “But you’re not getting out of paperwork Makima-san.”
She smiles this time, something genuinely amused and fond and it settles something within you. It’s just Makima, your silly boss who pokes fun at you, the thought is grounding.
“Too smart. I guess I have no choice but to work.” She sighs as she pads back to her desk dramatically.
You smile to yourself as you duck your head and go back to your work, sorting through files and organizing reports, the familiar rhythm of the room coming back in taps and pen clicks, scribbles and the soft sound of a clock ticking.
Focused on your work, you don’t even realize the incriminating paper missing from your desk.
—
By the end of the day, the evening glow of the sun paints the room and you feel like you’re about to fall asleep at your desk. You’ve had the worst shrimp posture at your desk and you’re now paying the price for it, wincing slightly as you straighten up.
As always Maikima is impeccably straightened up, with an elegance to her that again makes you nothing less than jealous and you wonder how she's just so perfect all the time before you recall that she’s not and you’re being ridiculous.
“You’re staring.” She says amused, turning from the window to look at you, and you think she might have eyes in the back of her head before you realize she just saw your reflection in the glass.
Flushing you look down, trying to think of an excuse but ending up blurting the only thing on your mind. “My back hurts and I’m jealous.”
Makima laughs, a light tinkling thing that sends goosebumps running up your arms for a moment and you feel mildly annoyed at your body’s responses to her just existing. You wish you could just hate her sometimes, it would be far less perplexing.
“Poor baby.” She teases and you scrunch your nose up at her.
“Don’t make fun of me, my back feels like it's been fractured.” You whine. Never in your life did you think you’d whine about anything, but Makima’s always made you feel safe enough to let loose a little, even if you get embarrassed by yourself afterwards.
“I’m not making fun of you.” She says, her smile widening as she beckons you with one slender finger. “Come here.”
Normally, you think you’d hesitate, but you’re tired and she’s smiling at you in a way that makes your brain go fuzzy so your legs move before you can stop yourself. The back of her coat you’re still wearing brushes against the back of your bare legs as you’d long since kicked your stockings off in the comfort of Makima’s office.
“What?” You ask when you reach her desk, and she pulls herself up from her chair gracefully and approaches you. She reaches out your hand and you blush slightly as her hand brushes against yours before wrapping around your wrist.
“Sit.” She says gesturing to her chair.
“Hm?” You hum, a little stunned. You don’t think you’ve seen anyone else sit in her chair and you can hardly process her request.
“Sit.” She says simply. “Sideways preferably.”
Blankly, you stare at her again. You can’t comprehend exactly why she’s directing you to do so, but you find your body moving forward again without question as you perch yourself on the chair. “Okay, can you tell me what–” You cut yourself off as you feel her hands place themselves on your back, feeling her cool skin through your dress shirt and jerking in surprise.
“Wha– Makima-san?!” You fumble out, but she’s already started on kneading the skin of your back, pressing into all the sore spots that have you melting in her hands. Her hands work expertly at the knots in your back, and you find yourself wondering how she’s even good at this.
“What’s this for?” You ask, a little dazed.
“For your back.” She responds simply and you would roll your eyes but she presses a spot that makes you sigh in relief and you forget about your annoyance for a moment. Her hands feel so good, like they’re slowly heating up, and your head feels so dizzy you just want to give in to whatever she tells you.
“You’re weird.” You just say, a little giggle leaving your lips. It almost stuns you for a moment, you don’t think you’ve giggled even around Aki, not like this girlish and almost flustered. You think it must just be because Makima is a dear female friend.
But… you suddenly don’t feel so sure about that.
“...Makima-san…?” You ask drowsily.
“Mmh?” She hums, right next to your ear and you shiver slightly at the proximity.
“I think… I should go home.” You murmur.
“Home?” She asks sweetly. “I think you just need a nap.”
A nap yes, a nap is what you need, and you’re so dizzy you don’t even process the way that she gently scoops you up, in a way that seems almost impossible for her stature and gently settles you into her lap, tucking your head under her neck and looping her hand around your waist. You can’t help but relax into her, even though there’s a small part of your mind that’s still baffled.
Why is this even happening? Is this even okay? You’ve cuddled with your close female friends before, but was this really okay with someone like your boss?
“Makima… this… isn’t this a little informal?” You weakly question though you’re already surrendering to the feeling of her body pressed against yours, her soft curves pressing into you, her scent even stronger now with her so close.
She just laughs, that soft tinkling thing. “We’re past that point aren’t we?”
You’re not sure if you were, this all feels a bit off, in a way you can’t really explain but it seems like there’s something on the tip of your tongue, you tell her that blearily, the words a little slurred.
“On the tip of your tongue hmm? Can I see?” She asks. Before you even process it, your mouth is parting for her, your tongue, pink and glistening sliding out at attention for her.
You think either your eyes are blurry or her eyes are blurry, but you see something in them darken and she reaches out with her hand, her thumb hooking on your lower lip and tugging it down to see further. A protested noise escapes your lips and you try to speak with your still open mouth.
“Ahhkkia?” You try, and before you know it, the thumb is out of your mouth and replaced with her lips. For a moment, everything goes blissfully blank. She tilts your head to get better access and you find yourself angled for her to lick into your mouth, tasting you as you taste her.
She tastes like something sweet and floral and entirely too much, it makes you mewl into her, a pleased hum of her own leaving her in return. It feels good, especially since she’s so soft, her lips perfectly moist and smooth, sliding against yours.
Numbness on your lips… you can feel the numbness, as if you’re drunk, drunk on her kisses, drunk on her lips. A dizzy feeling sets in, breathy gasps escaping your lips, and you’re not sure when exactly you felt so… out of control…
It’s different from anything else you’ve felt. Than anyone else you’ve kissed, though that might be because everyone before was a man.
A man. Like Aki. You’re kissing her. Your boss, her.
“Mmhmm—!” A muffled noise does its best to escape your lips, which feel muddled and sticky and impossibly good as you try to paw at her chest, before moving to press on her shoulders weakly, head spinning.
“Mmh— Makima— we shouldn’t—” You try to protest as you pull away for a moment gasping for air.
She doesn’t seem to hear you though, chasing after your lips and pressing her sweet dizzying kiss to your lips again, her hands moving to shift you over to face her as they grab your waist. Another muffled noise leaves you, but you can’t really pay attention to what you were even thinking about in the first place.
Her tongue is warm and it flicks into your mouth like it owns the area, you’ve never felt this softly debauched before and you find yourself melting again before you pull away with a wet smack that echoes in the room.
“N–no, we can’t–” You blubber out, your face burning as you open your closed eyes. It’s not like you even know when they closed. Just that they did.
She stares at you for a moment, taking in your breathless disheveled form in her coat. “Because I’m your boss?” She asks patiently, wiping the spit from the side of your mouth.
“N–no, well– yes! But–” You fumble with your words, unable to put your thoughts into words.
She looks at you for a moment before cupping your cheek, something soft and tender that nearly brings tears to your eyes.
“Because we’re both girls?” She probes gently and you feel the tears sting as you nod slowly.
“Oh sweetheart.” She coos softly. “You could be anyone in the world, and I’d still want you all to myself.”
You do cry a little this time, tears slipping down your face as you sniffle. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said and it comforts you enough that you can barely hear the voice in your head nagging at you that something is wrong. You’re so happy that she accepts you, you’d do anything for her.
“Mmhh–” You sniffle out and she soothes you with a peck on the lips. Which leads to another and another, and another, and you’re back to making out again, this time her hands pawing at your shirt and pushing it up to feel the skin underneath.
Her hands are so soft, it feels like magic when she touches you, something soft and feminine that you think you’ve been missing for your entire life. You hover uncertainly with your hands for a moment, unsure where to put them on her. Did you also put them on her waist?
She laughs and pulls back from your waist to move your hands to her chest.
“Just feel.” She murmurs before pressing kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping and sucking in a way that makes you melt.
You sigh softly and tentatively press your hands against her chest, not squeezing, just mapping her out softly and tracing her through the fabric of her shirt. She’s so soft, soft and pretty and you whimper.
“So gentle. You’re just the sweetest.” She murmurs, sucking down on a spot that makes you whine.
“Mhh– n–not–” You try to protest, but her hands move down to slip under your skirt, the removed stockings giving her direct access to the cute pair of panties you’d put on for the day.
“Oh? Lace? Were you expecting me?” She asks teasingly, flicking her finger up against your folds and making you jerk up.
Why did you put them on? Well, you weren’t sure, but you think it must have just been for her. That you must have wanted her to touch you like this.
“Oh– God–” You whine out rocking your hips against her hand accidentally, your face falls into her neck mewling against her skin.
“Sensitive.” She murmurs, dragging her fingers against your panties from your folds to your clit. Her thumb brushes over your clit in a way that makes you keen and she laughs breathlessly. “And so wet.”
You whimper in embarrassment and paw at her chest again, trying to will her to shut up, but she just presses her fingers against the soaking core of your panties and curls her fingers up into you, pressing your warm cloth into you and you bite into the collar of her shirt when your walls clench around it.
“I bet those men before had no idea what they were doing with you. Poor girl, you needed a woman to show you what you were missing.” She whispers, grabbing the back of your hair and pulling your head up. The slight pain is almost delicious and you gasp out loud.
“Bet they just pull at the ends don’t they? They don’t know how to grab you.” She whispers and you rock your hips against her fingers again in agreement.
“Oh– Makima– I need to– please–” You fumble out.
“I know.” She shushes you. “I’ll take care of you, better than anyone else ever could.”
Her fingers hook into your panties and instead of pulling him down, she rips them directly in half with her fingers. The air hits your exposed cunt and you mewl, pressing your lips onto hers again desperately.
She makes a slightly surprised noise but hums in agreement, her finger slowly pushing into you. You gasp into her mouth as her fingers sink in, plunging slowly into your drooling lips and finally hitting that spot her long fingers reach, the one that makes you wail into her mouth.
Her fingers slowly piston in and out, starting to pick up speed with a wet noise louder than your own muffled noises and you feel somewhat embarrassed. Every time she pulls them out only to plunge back in, the sensation makes a warm coil pull taut within you.
“Fuck– more– please–” You whine against her lips as you break away, wanting to feel more and more of her softness. She obliges with a small smirk a third finger reaching in to stretch you out further.
The sound you make is unlike any sound you’ve made before, halfway between a yelp and a squeal, your eyes rolling back slightly as you feel her fingers all hit that spot that makes you dizzy.
“Ah– Makimaaah–!” You manage to get out, before something in her snaps (possibly the sound of her name on your lips) and all of a sudden you’re getting brutally pounded into, all of her earlier attempts of being gentle flying completely out the window as she has her sights set on making you call out her name again and again.
The sounds of the room are only filled with panting, pitched noises and loud moans, punctuated by the squelching of her thrusting into you over and over again, your eyes only vaguely focused on the beautiful sight of her dark eyes taking you in like a trophy.
You should feel disturbed, but instead you’re drunk with pleasure, your mouth messy and wet and pleading.
“Oh– Maki– Maki– Maki–” You chant as you reach the peak of your pleasure and you nearly sob when she starts slowing down. “Nooo! Makimaaaa!” You whine out, louder than anything you’ve let out before and something in her face twitches.
She curls her fingers then and you let out a breathless scream as you cum violently on her fingers. Your eyes blank for a moment as if refusing to work and you only come too after she’s pulled her fingers back out, inspecting the webbing between them.
An embarrassed whine leaves you, and Makima looks at you dead in the eyes before licking up the essence from her fingers. Your walls flutter weakly in response and you rest against her exhausted and boneless.
“‘S– can’t–” You mumble into her, exhausted.
“Mhm, I know, just rest.” She whispers to you and you doze off, tucked into her neck as she presses a kiss to the top of your head.
—
Makima wasn’t expecting it to be so much work. She thought you’d fall right into her lap, like everyone else. Or for you to just be jealous and simply just despise her.
But you were just so cute, punishing yourself for nothing, keeping friendly to her even when she tried to piss you off on purpose. She thought it might be an act, but you truly were just that sincere, and for it to be wasted on Hayakawa?
And though Makima had no concept of shame herself, she thinks it’d be a shame. Naturally she shredded that stupid little drawing, as cute as it was much like everything you did. You could draw her a new one after all, with something far more appealing as a subject preferably.
If only you weren’t so stubborn about it. She didn’t think she’d have to use so much energy on the matter.
Not that she’d regret it. No, Makima never regretted anything, except maybe the idea that she should have done this sooner.
All I ask is for a one shot of Makima's S/O recounting his experience trying to gain more devil contracts. Yeah having a contract with the domination devil is great, but you could never be to careful while devil hunting. In any case S/O kept experiencing awkward conversation where the devil's he met with would either shoo him away, make the price as low as possible. Whether he realizes this is because that these devils would not want to suffer the wrath of Makima herself or not...well that's up to you.
"Is something wrong darling?"
You almost yelped hearing makima's voice so close to your ears, even after all this years of being married you still weren't fully used to her almost constantly appearing whenever you felt the slightest bit down
"N-no i'm fine, it's just something stupid"
"Are you sure? You look down, you know you can tell me anything right my love?"
She smiled brightly at you and held your hands, she was always so convincing and comforting you couldn't help but tell her the full truth
"It's just....I've been looking to get more contracts lately"
"Really? Why? I feel like the ones you have with me should be more than enough to protect you, you're already really strong with them"
"I know but i don't want to always rely on you or your powers, you never know what might happen you know?"
"I see, that's a fair point"
"....Anyway every devil i talked with acted so weird"
"What do you mean?"
"At first I tried with one that was being held at hq but the moment it saw me and I said my name it started acting like I was about to rob it"
"Eh?"
"Yeah when I said I wanted to make a contract it just immediately agreed without even setting any terms"
"That is quite peculiar"
"And there were some who outright refused me, they kinda looked scared too, i'm not scary am I?"
"Of course not, you're far from it"
She let you lay your head on her shoulder to calm you down, you sighed as she stroked your hair
"It's kinda frustrating, it's either way too easy or impossible, thinking about it nothing like this happened before I met you"
"Well if it's an issue to you then maybe I could help"
"Hm?"
"I'm sure that with a little bit of persuasion any devil would agree to form a contract with you, at your terms"
She offered you that expression that was a mix of loving warmth and uncannines that you had learned to love...and everyone else learned to fear
"....I think i understand now why all of the devils are trying to stay away from me or please me"
"I think i do too, but consider it a benefit of having me by your side alright? Just say the word and I will make sure you will get whatever you want at a low cost"
".....I guess the only thing I can say is thank you"
Makima smiled and kissed you
"You don't even need to say that y/n, you know i'd do anything for you"
