> Makima x Reader! > requested by undertalekyu , i hope you enjoy! ♡ > gender-neutral
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" Then I'm glad to be your first."
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Makima. The name alone drives people insane at how a mere word could sound so deceitful and manipulative underneath the superficial of working as a devil hunter for a greater good.
Alot of people regarded to her as someone too powerful, out of their league or even someone who's far beyond their reach. But those descriptions weren't always in a positive connotation, as you hear some say she had a quite shitty personality.
And by shitty— it meant that she was prepared anytime to sacrifice innocent people to achieve her foremost goals. She takes advantage of her abilities to manipulate the naivete of the people who are far less experienced than her, allowing them to be primed just like a player uses their own chess pawns.
But nonetheless, Makima heeded no mind at all. Lives can be replaced by the rapid growing birth rate these days. Living and dying, living and dying. It is all just a mere cycle. There's really nothing anymore to it. Nothing but a basis of where life begins and where life ends.
Makima is cunning by nature in which what most people underestimate. It is in fact, one of her key personality traits. And on top of that, she is indeed a beautiful lady who is capable of doing everything with class that catch the hearts and the eyes of the many.
Anyone who sets their sight on her has no escape from being beguiled by her beauty that encages you in a secluded prison of infatuation, or attraction.
There's no going back to it.
And that was exactly what happened to you. Still perplexed how to feel about the epiphanies of Makima doing questionable things to others unravel before you, there's still a part of you that remains loyal and unbothered of her deeds.
You could not understand why you felt that way.
The door slowly creaks open, the sound bounces off the blank, slate monochrome walls that made you depart from your desolation of thoughts.
Light solferino red locks kept in a braid that tumbled over a familiar figure's shoulders meets with your eyes. A pair golden rimmed orbs follow suit, squinting at you, she greets. "Good morning, [F/N]."
Startled all of a sudden, you shift away the drifting weight on your cushioned seat. "G-Good morning, Miss Makima."
A light chuckle escapes from her luscious, sultry lips, she tries to stifle her giggle with a balled fist covering her mouth.
"I told you before, haven't I? There's no need to call me 'Miss'." Her voice laced of sweetness and honey, it never fails to make you fawn from head over heels for the lady.
Your eyes unknowingly fixate on her figure as she paced towards her workplace, just beside yours. You carefully kept watch like how attentive a predator's eyes watches their prey and noticed that today, there's nothing different that she wore apart from the usual ones. Just a pair of suit and slacks that hugged her beautiful curves perfectly, the hems of the pants sway along with the wind with each stride that she took. Paired with the indistinct dark hued blazer draped over her shoulders and the pair of heels of the same color that clicked together against the marble surfaced floor.
Makima sits down on her seat, removing the blazer that seemed to be irking her from the weight it added to her figure. She sets it down on her desk and turns to your direction once again.
"Do you never get tired of doing that every morning?" She flashes a sly smile, her gunmetal golden eyes cruise with your enchanted ones. You shake your head lightly and flashed a sheepish, embarassed smile.
You couldn't help it, after all.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I'll grant you one request right?" Blinking repetitively, confusion hinted at your expression and so she adds, "For getting the job done I assigned you to."
Your mouth opens to an 'o' at the realization, meanwhile the smile plastered on Makima's enthralling features never ceases. "So? What's your request?"
Stopping for a moment, you pondered hard about what it would be.
It was not a common occurence for her to grant requests from her human pets when they do the job done for her. After being turned into one and always meets her expectations, she deems of you as her favorite among all. Among the rest.
But given the many chances you had to spend wisely with Makima, this time you ran out of ideas to want to do with her.
As a normal person, of course, sexual acts or interaction have been lurking in the back of your mind. But you felt it in yourself that you're still not ready to do those things with her. Not yet.
"Alright, I'll give you some time to think about it." The vermillion haired devil hunter proceeds to face her computer in which she types a few words in on the keys when suddenly you spoke that caught her attention.
"A hug."
Makima hums, her eyebrows furrowed.
"I want a hug.. From you."
Her golden irises widen, it astounds her how you'd like something so trivial in exchange for putting your life on the front lines to get the job done she gave you.
But a deal is a deal, and so she arises from her seat and takes quiet, monotone steps towards you.
You could only look up at her, getting closer and closer to your figure as she sits down on your lap, the gap between your bodies too little of space. You inch closer and proceedef to enfold her figure into a deep embrace, which addled Makima from the feeling of being held tight.
She was panic-stricken at first as to how she would ease the tension in her muscles from the contact. Her heart suddenly races with each pulse, and also loud.
"Miss Makima." You speak, your words muddled from her plain white button down. She hums in response. "Have you hugged someone before?"
"No."
"Then I'm glad to be your first." Uttering those words further astonished her, but then ignored the foreign feeling rushing in her veins. Makima relaxes her arms and returns the embrace, a feeling of comfort and safety suddenly fills her lonely heart.
A genuine smile was then sculpted on her lips. Never did a thought come across her mind that hugs could actually feel...Warm at the very least and somewhat reassuring.
After years of living of being taught that you were far different and gifted from the rest, the thought of having someone standing at the same equal ground as her makes her feel all sorts of things that tug on her isolated heartstrings.
She's sure this time, she felt genuinely happy although she could not tell why.
