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chainsaw man my fav :>
Makima edit with her hair down
I love her so fucking much
Hii can i ask for fem reader x makima where reader dies ( ；∀；)
YES. Coming right up!
Death by Heartbreak (Makima X Fem! Reader)
Characters: Makima and Kishibe
Tags: Character Death, Murder, Ambiguous Ending, HEAVY Angst and Debatable OOC Makima.
Warnings: None. SFW.
A/N: This broke me. Let's break together :')
Makima was looking down at the floor when she heard the news. Her yellow eyes were glued onto the dirty concrete, barely registering the now muddy and bloody shoes of Kishibe. She didn’t register the sight of smoke nearly clouding her image or the smell of marijuana invading her nostrils. All she could think about were the words escaping from his mouth, smooth like a bottle of vodka…
“The devil caught her off guard and sliced her down. I tried to get to it, but before I knew it, she was unrecognizable… The higher ups suggested I leave the body at the crime scene, so I did.” The older man blew out a long awaited puff of smoke into the air, watching it descentegrate slowly. “I send my regards to Y/N’s family. That’s it.”
Just like that, Kishibe had left. Just like that, everything had become unbearably silent. The colors of the world had dulled, slowly losing its life around the red haired woman. Just like that, you were here and then you were gone…
It felt like an eternity ago you were just with her. In her arms, warm and breathing. Your heart beating on top of her own and your laugh brightening her day. Your fingertips gracing over one another before interlocking hands so naturally. You were just breathing into her ear. Your skin was just being planted with the sweetest promises in the form of kisses.
So why were you gone? It made no sense to her- Makima always got what she wanted. No one could disobey her or leave her unless she pushed them to abandon her. It was always for the greater good, her needs- Not the other way around…
You… You couldn’t just leave like that. Not during a mission. You were to complete it thoroughly and return back to her with a few scratches she could patch up. You would tell her how your day was and how much you missed her. The two of you were supposed to be walking home together to her dogs, laughing at their affection and daydreaming of what tomorrow would bring…
Instead, she was here. Alone. Cold… The dogs wondered where you were and why when their owner returned home, she couldn’t even look them in their eyes. Makima was gone. This wasn’t her. This was an empty vessel of blood, tissue and bones that moved like a robot.
This vessel fed her dogs, cleaned her private home, watched television, completed paperwork, showered and washed her hands… She washed her hands… And kept. Washing her hands…
That day, you died. She wouldn’t forget that… Because you two shared one heartbeat.
When yours stopped, so did hers…
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I really really hate makima
And i take back what i said before about her being the female version of gojo ...gojo could NEVER be this cruel
God i really hate that bitch i really want her to die
The Other Side Of Paradise.
Makima x F Reader.
Synopsis: Makima has grown on you like a parasite, minus the grossness. You think you have grown on her too.
Warnings: Slightly unhealthy relationships because, uh, you know, Makima.
Word Count: 1.5k.
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How I’d Kill by Cowboy Malfoy
Kiss Of Fire by Georgia Gibbs
Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde
Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage
You don’t think she is the same as when you first met her.
You don’t think she is the same as when you first met her, because her body always faces you regardless of the situation. Whenever she visits you at your apartment, sitting on your couch while watching television, she is more often than not closer to you than she would perhaps admit. Her arms and legs are usually uncrossed too, though anyone could argue that she never does with anyone; co-worker or friend.
You fidget when she gets lunch with you or some other activity that is supposed to be calming towards those involved. It’s embarrassing whenever you think back on it; thinking about how you shifted in your seat a bit too much that you fell over onto the grass, the shame burning into your memory whenever you try to go to sleep.
You know you aren’t the same as when you first met her.
But has she? You hope so because you plan to confess to her today. It’s Valentine’s Day after all, and you think that there couldn’t be a better time to do so. The only thing you hate about Makima now is how difficult she is to read, especially in the workplace. It’s an improvement, you think, because you used to think much less of her. You most likely will never be able to tell if Makima found your once hateful feelings towards her amusing, pathetic, or didn’t even realize it at all.
Maybe it is a good thing though, because ignorance is bliss.
This both fuels and puts out the flames of your fears of rejection, like water mixed with gasoline.
The sound of Makima’s phone ringing only gets louder with every step you take towards her office. “Tsk. Troublesome.”
You take note of her slightly frustrated expression as she puts her phone on silent and places it face-down on her desk. “Um, hi Miss Makima.”
“Hello, Miss [Last].” You used to say her name with such passive aggression, envious that you will never be a director of public safety yourself and can only be an assistant to one. She, however, says your last name as she always has; with a calm and neutral tone. “Happy Valentine’s Day. You look nice.”
“T-Thank you.”
Her eyes smile more than her lips do. “I mean it.”
“Really?”
Every time Makima nods her head with a for once readable expression, you could swear that your pulse rate shoots up.
The proof is in how blood rushes to your cheeks, making you blush and turn away.
“Really. You are beautiful, Miss [First].”
You feel lightheaded, the amount of sanguine fluid moving to your head being heavy enough to almost make you fall forward and fall straight onto your face. “T-Thanks. You too.”
As you turn away from her and look at the gift piles next to Makima’s desk, so does she. There are at least ten bouquets and at least twenty small other presents. A large teddy bear too, is hidden beneath it all with only its face showing fully. Makima has never been short of admirers, another reason why you used to always be so jealous of her.
“Since it’s Valentine’s Day,” you mutter. “I just wanted to give you this.”
In your right hand is a gift bag with a few huskies on it.
Makima had mentioned that that was her favorite kind of dog to you before, and you archived the memory for later reference.
She leans forward and her fingers wrap around the string handle, pulling it towards her gently. “Oh, thank you. I have something for you too.”
You don’t know how it is possible, but you can sense your cheeks getting even redder. Even though you aren’t looking at her, you can sense her amusement based on her humming alone. Inside the bag is a box of dark chocolate truffles of a brand you both like as well as a framed photo of you two together. It probably isn’t the most original gift she has gotten today though, and that makes your stomach aches worsen from the anxiety.
“You didn’t have to give me anything, Miss Makima.” You smile only faintly.
“Then why did you give me something?” She asks, her tone slightly teasing, and you want to scream into your pillow tonight as compensation for your awkwardness. As a response to her question, you start stuttering out excuses one word at a time before restarting, over and over again.
I just thought you’d like these, you wanted to say, but emotion is taking over your ability to speak.
She waltzes over to her desk like a slow dancer, her movements much more elegant than yours ever could, would, and will be.
As if your heart was a drum, it beats in an irregular rhythm.
Bum bum, thump thump, dun dun.
She crouches down, curling her knees and putting a hand on her chin as her other hand opens the cabinet beside her desk. She takes three books out in total. Crime and Punishment. The Metamorphosis. I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream. All of these books you have mentioned to her before on one occasion or another, that now is leaving you genuinely touched by her present actions.
She leaves you feeling warm, a feeling you don’t think you have felt for anyone else.
“If I remember correctly, these were some of the books you have mentioned wanting to read in person, correct?” At the sight of your head bobbing up and down with pure and unfiltered delight with a mmhmm leaving your throat, she in turn finally allows her lips to move upward. No longer is the smile she wears cordial–instead it is bright like fireflies in summer, her eyes being the very sun itself.
It is a sight you will never forget, its beauty is too mesmerizing to be left out of your core memories. “I can’t believe you remembered that I wanted those.”
There is a chuckle that leaves her mouth that threatens to sweep you off your feet.
Her fingers graze against yours as she hands you the novels. They are softer than yours, cleaner.
“Well, believe it then.”
“I-I will.”
“Good,” She says, the praise only makes your face that much more hot. It feels like you are in a dream sweeter than cotton candy and just as soft as it. If this is a figment of your imagination, you would much rather stay in it for the rest of your life. “You’re quite adorable, blushing like that.”
She receives a gaze from you that can only be defined as being captivated by her stardom. “I-I gotta ask you something if you don’t mind.”
Her grin widens with each stumble of your speech.
“Go ahead.”
“Are you doing something after work tonight?”
For a brief moment, she rests her chin in her hand and lets out a thoughtful hum. Her gaze shifts towards the ceiling as she ponders whether any post-work plans are awaiting her today. After what feels like an eternity, she shakes her head. “I am not, why?”
“Oh, well…” You pause for a second, looking down to try to somewhat cover your embarrassment. When you finally work up the courage to speak again, you sound hopeful. “You know how it’s Valentine’s Day today?”
She nods in turn, acknowledging the obvious. “It is indeed.”
“Uh, I was wondering…” You pause again and try to focus on your shoes instead of your stuttering words. “Would you want to, you know, go out or something?” As you both lock eyes in silence, a surge of determination prompts you to expand your inquiry while assuming a more upright stance. “If you’re not doing anything, of course.”
Once more, her lips curl into a smile and she affirms with a subtle nod. “Sure. But Miss [Last], is this a romantic date?”
Your face flushes, betraying your hidden desire for this outing to be more than just a casual hangout. Despite your efforts to conceal it, deep down, you know she can sense your longing for it to be a date instead.
“Er, yes,” you finally say, the ends of your shoes rubbing against one another as you fiddle with your fingers. You hate how awkward you can be, especially with Makima. “I was hoping it could be… a romantic date.”
Once more, her laughter echoes as you stumble over your words, and you brace yourself for the impending disaster. Anticipating her rejection, you find solace in the darkness behind closed eyelids, fully aware that this could lead to your demotion.
“Then it shall be. I’ll pick you up.”
You don’t process her words at first. You are still preparing for the carpet to be pulled from underneath your feet and for you to be ridiculed. But that never comes, because after a few more seconds of silence, you open your eyes to see that Makima’s cheeks are light pink, barely noticeable.
“R-Really?”
“I mean it.”
You know that she does, and that makes your heart flutter like a bird.
"All you get to say is 'yes' or 'woof'"
Holy Makima wip
i love her like a blood moon
Makima , chainsaw man , character ai bot !! The reader will be referred by they / them pronouns
It was barely October , y/n would be in her apartment and in the spacious quiet living room , reading a book while trying to drown out the thoughts of their job , devil hunting. It would be stressful than it is and having to deal with the random things that occurred in their life. It was somewhat of a peaceful day for them , they continued reading the book they held before putting it down and getting a snack for themselves.
they would open the pantry doors and would look around the various snacks they brought for power and Denji when they came over and for also themselves since they enjoyed having a snack once in a while. After they had gotten the snack of their preferred choice, they closed the pantry door and was met by Makima , their girlfriend who was wearing what seemed like a ghost costume with two cut circles for her eyes. "boo!" She said. Of course , this had caught y/n off guard and scared the living daylights out of them which led them to scream and dropped their snack in the process.
"wha-.. what are you wearing?! It- It's not even Halloween..!" Y/n exclaimed. They looked at Makima in pure confusion and somewhat terror. "Everyday can be Halloween if you let it." She replied back.
Makima character ai bot
(TW Gr00ming) if you’re a Makima fan I need you to go the bathroom and start showering I can smell your ass through my computer screen and that also goes for Himeno fans. you are the most annoying ass bitches I have ever seen, and I hope you that. How brain less can you be to not see how terrible these two are like honestly. You sweaty ass discord mods thinking that GROOMING IS HOT. you really are fucking gross. until you realize how disgusting that shit is i need you to stay away
I'm delusional.
Art by me
Reference photo:
Cleo as Makima (it was originally gonna be Candice but I say fuck that shit, also I thought this fit Cleo more with her personality. She was originally gonna be Himeno but I switch that to JFK)
“ 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 . ”
CHAPTER 01 ──── GOOD ASSISTANT ! ‹3
characters : gojo, makima, megumi, nobara, yuji
context : you start to meet this strange lady, odd enough she takes interest in you, and this random white haired guy too. sooner or later you a 'jujutsu sorcerer' and meet sukunas vessel. twins!!
authors notes : this better blow up or im crying...
warnings : ooc, male!reader, male pronouns, reader referred as 'you', chapter takes place in ep 1 of jjk, plus extra non canon stuff, mistakes probably..
,, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓. 𝜚
UNKNOWN LOCATION
JANUARY 7 , 2009 04:32:18
You wake up to the cool sensation of grass beneath your fingers, soft and damp from the night air. It’s dark—so dark that you can barely make out your surroundings. A thick, inky blackness stretches out in every direction, swallowing the horizon. The sky above has doors—different shapes, sizes, and colours, each standing upright without walls or frames to support them. Some are tall and imposing, carved from dark wood with intricate patterns.
“[Name]-kun.”
You blinked, trying to process the voice. “Who is this?”
A figure stepped into view, you can’t make out the details. It’s human, or atleast looks human. Feminine body, and glowing spiral yellow eyes, “My name is Makima. I assume you're [Name]? Correct.”
You narrowed your eyes, “Yes… Where are we.?”
“My ‘domain’. Hell. There’s really nothing here but us, don’t worry about that white albino paintbrush listening in. Let’s chat!”
She sits down near your head as your body automatically seem to get closer to her lap. She rests her hands on your hair, gently stroking it.
“Let’s make a contract–binding vow, shall we? We’ll discuss this topic at a different time, but for now we can just get to know one another.”
You considered her words, the weight of the offer sinking in.“Alright.”
TOKYO METROPOLITAN CURSE TECHNICAL COLLEGE
JUNE 14, 2015 , 07:27:02
“Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey~!” The white-haired, blindfolded man exclaimed, turning toward you with a playful grin.
Who is this guy? You thought, feeling the tight ropes binding you and surrounded by a chaotic mix of talismans. As your vision slowly cleared, you studied him closely—he seemed oddly familiar. Why?
“Why am I here?” You managed to ask, still trying to regain your bearings.
The blindfolded man flashed an infuriating smirk, ” Great, just what I needed…” You thought, annoyed.
“For your execution, of course!”
“My execution?”
“Yup, yours! But…”
“But?” you echoed, your confusion deepening.
You watched as he stood up, crossing his arms with a confident air. “You won’t be executed if you agree to be my assistant, [Name]-chan.”
“What—who the hell are you?” You asked, tilting your head slightly to get a better look.
“It’s me, Gojo Satoru. If you accept my offer, you can live. What do you say, hm?”
You sat in silence as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “I really need a strong assistant, [Name]-chan.”
“Ugh, fine! Just don’t touch my ear, you weirdo,” you replied, instinctively leaning away from him.
“Fantastic!” he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.
YOKOHAMA , SANKEIEN GARDEN
JUNE 5, 2018 21:48:29
BANG—!
You stepped down hard on the curse’s head, the sickening crunch echoing in the stillness of the night. Disgust twisted your features as you felt the remnants of the creature’s essence ooze beneath their boot.
“Gross.” You spat. You glanced up at the sky, now draped in deep shades of indigo and very few shades of orange.. It was a beautiful scene, the upcoming stars twinkling like distant memories. You could enjoy this scene…
“[Name]-chan, look here!” Gojou shouted.
Nevermind.
“Gojo-sa—”
“Call me Satoru, silly!” he interrupted.
With a resigned sigh, you replied, “Satoru-san, why did you let me exorcize such a weakling?” They removed their black coat, using it to wipe the blood splatter from their face, feeling both exhilarated and slightly exasperated.
“Well, I like seeing you like this!” he said with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Noticing a streak of the curse’s blood on Gojou’s cheek, You pointed at it, a playful glint in their eye. “Something wrong, [Name]-chan?”
Gojou looked at the finger pointing at his cheek, and it suddenly clicked for him—you wanted a kiss! Of course, who wouldn’t want to kiss the great Satoru Gojo? He leaned down, dramatically pressing his lips against the spot, a teasing grin on his face. “Is that what you wanted?”
Annoyance flashed in your eyes as they rolled them. “No. There was some blood on your cheek.” You wiped the blood away, their voice steady. “And we have another ‘mission’, we found Sukuna's finger.”
“Well then, let’s get going! Ooh! I also want to stop by a famous mochi restaurant on our way!” Gojo exclaimed, grabbing your wrist and leading them away with an eager tug.
As you walked toward the train station, you felt a sudden presence behind you. A familiar weight settled as someone clung their arms around their neck.
“[Name]-kun,” Came the sultry voice, dripping with irritation. You recognized it instantly—Makima, she was not pleased. “Why did that man kiss you?” She rested her head against his shoulder.
“I… didn’t expect him to do it, so shut up...” You mumbled, swatting her away with a half-hearted gesture
JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL
JUNE 5, 2018 22:02:01
“Under Jujusten Regulation, Itadori Yuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!” Megumi declared.
“Hold up, I’m fine!” Yuji replied, raising his hand in a gesture of reassurance. “Besides, both of us are kinda beaten up,” he added, glancing down at his body where the tattoos—symbols of his connection to Sukuna—began to slowly fade away, like shadows dissipating at dawn.
“We should go to the hospital,” Yuji suggested, his tone shifting to one of concern.
Megumi hesitated, his mind racing, ‘I can’t tell if it’s really him or if it’s the special grade object influencing him, he thought anxiously. Damn, what should I do?’
Just then, a white-haired figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “What’s the situation?” he asked nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just materialised from thin air.
“Gojo-sensei? [Name]-sama? What are you both doing here?” Megumi stammered, momentarily caught off guard.
Gojo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, although hidden by the blindfold, you could sense it. “Well, I heard from a little birdie that Sukuna’s finger was in the area,” he explained, his tone teasing as he reached for his phone.
He was interrupted as you snatched the device from his hands. “Plus, the higher-ups wouldn’t stop nagging about a missing special-grade object!” Gojo continued, unperturbed. “And I dragged [Name] along while I was out sightseeing. By the way, did you manage to find it?”
“Uh… I ate it,” Yuji confessed sheepishly.
A stunned silence fell over the group. “For real?” You and Gojo echoed simultaneously, eyes wide in disbelief.
“For real,” Yuji and Megumi parroted back.
Gojou strode over to Yuji, bending down to examine him closely. “Hmm, you really did merge with it?” He chuckled as he straightened up, clearly amused by the situation. “Is there anything wrong with your body?”
“Nope,” Yuji replied.
“Can you swap out with Sukuna?” You interjected.
“Sukuna?” Yuji’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Yeah, the curse you ingested,” You clarified.
“Oh, right! I think I can do that!” Yuji said, giving a thumbs up.
“Alright, give him about ten seconds, then take control back,” You instructed, offering a half-hearted smile to lighten the mood.
“But—” Yuji started, but you cut him off.
“Don’t worry; I’m the strongest,” Gojou smirked, his trademark bravado eliciting groans from both you and Megumi.
“Megumi, hold this!” Gojou tossed a bag into his hands.
“What’s this?” Megumi asked, perplexed.
“Kokufuku from Kikusuian! It’s Sendai’s specialty, and it’s absolutely delicious! I highly recommend the Zunda and Cream flavour!” Gojo exclaimed, his excitement palpable.
As Gojo continued to yap on about his trip and the delicious treats, [Name] couldn’t resist the urge to snag a piece of his Kokufuku. It was every bit as good as he’d claimed, the flavours dancing on your tongue.
“Hey! [Name]-chan, don’t eat my food! That’s really rude!” Gojo whined, eyes wide in faux betrayal.
“Hey, behind you!” Megumi shouted, you pulled him back by his collar just as a special grade cursed spirit lunged at Gojo. You instinctively tensed, knowing all too well how this would end—Gojo would emerge victorious once again because, as he liked to remind everyone, he was ‘the strongest.’
“Look, that kid is still alive after being thrown into a building,” You said sarcastically, feeling the exhaustion seeping into your bones.
“Yeah, it’s about time,” Gojou replied, as if on cue.
As if in response to Gojo's words, Yuji’s tattoos faded once more, his body slumping as Megumi let out a sigh of relief. “Colour me impressed!” Gojou exclaimed, hovering above Yuji. “You can really control it!”
“Yeah, but he’s kind of annoying,” Yuji muttered, aggressively patting his own head, “I can hear his dumb voice in my head.”
“It’s a miracle that’s all he’s doing,” Gojou remarked casually, poking Yuji’s forehead with two fingers, which caused him to immediately pass out.
“What did you do?” Megumi asked, his tone a mix of exasperation and curiosity.
“He knocked him out, Megumi-kun,” You replied, leaning back against the nearby railing, fatigue washing over you. “Can I go home, please? I’m tired.”
“Not just yet, [Name]-chan. If he isn’t possessed by Sukuna when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel,” Gojou said, the seriousness of his tone cutting through the lighthearted banter.
“I have a question for you! What should we do with him?” Gojou turned to Megumi, his expression contemplative.
After a moment of thought, Megumi replied, “If he is a vessel, Jujutsu regulations demand that Itadori be executed. However, I don’t want him to die.”
“Is that a personal opinion?” Gojou raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading slightly.
“Yes. It’s a personal opinion. Please do something about it,” Megumi insisted, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
“Well, if it’s a request from a precious student, leave it to me! Now, someone carry Yuji. It seems my beloved future husband has fallen asleep!” Gojou declared with exaggerated enthusiasm.
Megumi turned to you, noticing that you had indeed succumbed to fatigue and drifted off, your head lolling to the side. You must have been really tired—or just really lazy.
“—Wait. Future husband? [Name]-san doesn’t even like you,” he deadpanned, disbelief etched across his face.
“Nuh-uh! He does! He let me kiss him before we came here,” Gojou retorted proudly, a goofy grin plastered across his face. Megumi’s frustration bubbled beneath the surface, and he couldn’t help but feel a strong urge to punch Gojou right then and there.
additional notes : if it has mistakes idc,, uhm yeah woohoo
word count : 1.7k
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