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'@ruthparks5120 If you pair v.15 with
Mark 13:24-27 then we have a #solid
case against pre-tribulation raptures.
1 Thessalonians 4:15 | Death is Sleep
By the word of the LORD, we declare
to you, we who are alive and remain
until the coming of the LORD will by
no means precede those who have
fallen asleep.
Mark 13:24-27 | Return of JESUS
[Matthew 24:26-31; Luke 21:25-28]
But in those days 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 the tribulation:
‘The sun will be darkened, & the moon
will not give its light; ²⁵ the stars will
fall from the sky, & the powers of the
Heavens will be shaken.’
²⁶ At that time they'll see the SON of
MAN coming in the clouds w/ great
power & glory; ²⁷ & HE will send out
the Angels to gather HIS elect from
the four winds, from the ends of the
Earth to the ends of Heaven.
also contemplating how Holocaust
survivor Viktor Frankl wrote a book
his experience at the death camps
& in it he noted the vast majority of
people curled up & died as though
𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱, when the
𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻
𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺; & Tim
Keller noted that only GOD cannot
be taken from us.
unless our house [purpose in life] is
rooted in the ROCK of Ages [JESUS]
then when the storm [or Holocaust]
comes a knocking & Nazi's start to
seize everything from you including
your mind by performing lobotomy
none of it will make sense, until we
see #devil is allow to do everything
but kill us, like he did with Job.
And isn't that interesting that JESUS
said in Luke 14:26 “If anyone comes
to ME & does not hate his father &
mother & wife & children & brothers
& sisters—yes, even his own life—he
cannot be MY disciple.
Because it was Job's wife who told
him to curse GOD & die like the vast
majority of ppl who died during the
Holocaust..
unless a seed falls to the ground &
dies, it remains only a single seed.
If it #dies, it produces many seeds.
𝗔𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 #𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹
𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁, while anyone who #hates
heir life in this #world will keep it
for eternal life. [John 12:24-25]
July 29, 2023 @4:21PM
When A Low Key Demon Tricks You | C.S. Lewis [John 12:24-25]
In 1941 C.S Lewis introduced us to a senior
demon called Screwtape who is teaching his
younger nephew Wormwood how to capture
souls for the devil.
One day Screwtape told Wormwood to come
here because I want to tell you the three most
poisonous lies that will trap millions in Hell:
1.] lie #1 tell them science has disproved GOD
and that the Bible has no evidence to back
it up
2.] lie #2 tell them they're a good person and
that they don't need JESUS CHRIST to get
into Heaven; &
3.] lie #3 which will ensure that Millions upon
millions of souls will be lost in Hell forever
is this, "tell them they have plenty of time"
Tell them they have all the time
in the world to make a decision.
My dear friend some of us do not have plenty
of time—some of us will not even wake up to-
morrow, so I beg you come to JESUS CHRIST.
Right now before it's too late & if this Message
personally helped, please consider subscribing
@jabressdolath7657 | July 19, 2023
My husband at the ripe old age of 44 woke up,
said he didn't feel well. Called into work for a
sick day. He died at 12:50pm that day
@ruthparks5120 | July 21, 2023
Read first Thessalonians 4:13-18
My husband died at 42…
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 | Brothers, we do not
want you to be uninformed about those who
sleep in death, so that you will not grieve like
the rest, who are without hope.
¹⁴ For since we believe that JESUS died & rose
again, we also believe GOD will bring with
JESUS those who have fallen asleep in HIM.
¹⁵ By the word of the LORD, we declare to you
that we who are alive and remain until the
coming of the LORD will by no means
precede those who have fallen asleep.
¹⁶ For the LORD HIMSELF will descend from
Heaven with a loud command, with the voice
of an Archangel, & with the trumpet of GOD,
& the dead in CHRIST will be the first to rise.
¹⁷ After that, we who are alive & remain will
be caught up together with them in the
clouds to meet the LORD in the air. And
so we will always be with the LORD.
¹⁸ Therefore encourage one another with
these words.
#Screwtape Letters#CS Lewis#death is heartbeat away#Low Key Demon Tricks#demonic lies#distraction#entertained to death#1 Thessalonians 4:15#Mark 13#Pre-trib#rapture#Mark 13:24-27#Holocaust#genocide#Hell#Lake of FIre
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Defending Pre-Trib Believers
When we let our Eschatology dictate the way we view the Gospel instead of letting the Gospel dictate how we view Eschatology, we are doing something wrong. I will quickly come to the defense of those who are on the receiving end of spiritual abuse in the form of eschatological dogmatism. Check out the latest post!
Over the past number of months, I have joined a few “Eschatology-based” Facebook groups to immerse myself with real-time debates and discussions concerning a wide variety of eschatological views. It became apparent to me very quickly that these eschatological Facebook groups were toxic pools of heretical views extending far beyond the scope of eschatology. It became very clear to me that most of…
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In the Neighborhood
So much needless confusion will be cleared up in this PODCAST. Be encouraged!
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The Book of Micah is the sixth of the twelve minor prophets in the Hebrew Bible. Ostensibly, it records the sayings of Micah, whose name is Mikayahu (Hebrew: מִיכָיָ֫הוּ), meaning "Who is like Yahweh?", an 8th-century BCE prophet from the village of Moresheth in Judah (Hebrew name from the opening verse: מיכה המרשתי).
#antichrist#apocalypse#apostasy#bookofmicah#dispensationalism#eschatology#eskhatos#harpazo#hermeneutics#mid-trib#millennium#moshiaim#opisthograph#parousia#post-trib#pre-trib#rapture#relocation#resurrection#tribulation
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The Revelation: Part Nine (the Rapture)
The Revelation: Part Nine (the Rapture)
THERE IS A LONG-STANDING history of competing beliefs regarding when Jesus will scoop up the church of believers during the end of days. This event is typically referred to as “the Rapture.” The word “rapture” is an English version of the Latin word rapio, from which we get the word “raptor,” a kind of bird that comes down from above and “snatches” or “grabs up” its prey. The Greek word harpazó…
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#A Thief in the Night#Dispensation#Eschatology#Left Behind#Mid-trib#Post-trib#Post-wrath#Pre-trib#The Great Tribulation#The Rapture#The Revelation#The Second Coming of Christ
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Jesus loves you and he’s coming back real soon
#Jesus loves you#Jesus is coming back#real soon#rapture#idk if it’s pre trib or post trib#it’ll happen tho#god loves you
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TLOU TWITTER LINKS
Ellie williams
Ellie eating you out
scissoring with ellie
ellie rewarding you for being a good girl
fingering ellie before she goes for patrol
ellie riding your strap
ellie plowing you from the back :D
Abby Anderson
ABBYS STRAP GAMEEE
ABBYS STRAP GAMEEE PT.2
tribbing with abby before she goes for an assignment
dont get mad but, ABBY STRAP GAME PT.3
Abby grinding on youuuu <333
abby eating you out to help you go to sleep
Dina (Woodward?)
dina eating you out aftter patrol
dina using her strap on you
eating dina out :D
giving dina the strap
MILF!dina fingering you
dina fucking you with her strap
Joel Miller
joel treating his good girl <333
joel taking his stress out on you
this is so joel idc
joel making you squirt
joel fucking you before patrol
pre-outbreak!joel :3
Jesse
jesse pounding you
riding jesse after patrol
normal world!jesse fingering you in the car
getting high and getting fucked
edging jesse
jesse treating you
if you’re getting a ‘doesn’t exist’ page, log into Twitter with an account and they should all show up xx ❤️
#tlou smut#tlou#tlou fanfic#Joel miller x Reader#joel miller smut#Ellie Williams x reader#Ellie Williams smut#Abby Anderson x Reader#abby anderson smut#Dina x Reader#Dina smut#Jesse x Reader#Jesse smut
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≡;- ꒰ °𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲꒱
choso and yuki - the couple who was known for their love of turing people out. but maybe this time you turned them out.
warnings : chubby reader! bi yuki (DUH) - oral (f) kinda (m) as well! yuki’s high key obsessed with readers taste! spiting in mouths, kissing, hickeys. vaginal penetration (unprotected) don’t be like them. tribbing, reader has nipple piercings, don’t get it twisted with all this slutting out their doing yuki and choso are STILL in love! yuki real gay! fingering. pet names : precious, princess, sugar, mommy, daddy. lots of cumming - 17+
mirah note! : my first fic AHH! please let me know if you liked it, also thank you for 6k, mwah!🎀 3.1k words
s.w.i.n.g.e.r.s.
swingers. that was the perfect word to describe yuki and choso. they were in love, even a blind man could sense it, but they both craved excitement. while yes, their sex was amazing and passionate, all things that were love and lust. they loved the thrill of turning out someone new. pulling all of their tricks they were supposed to reserve for one another, and doing it to someone else. making them fall head over heels with a chilling orgasm, and tear bringing aftercare, and then leaving. just before they could open their eyes. an already pre written note saying “this was fun” with both of their names waiting on the hotel’s pillow.
and this one was no different … right?
you intrigued them by your pink aura - well clothing. but aura as well. you were so bubbly, bouncing in your seat as you took small sips of your sex on the beach, hair bouncing with each move as well as your breast; which is what the pair was staring at. the automatic arousal came when you turned slightly, and the two ball shaped imprints where right where your hardened nipples sat. that’s when yuki knew to go in. she went in as she usually did. “hi precious, i couldn’t help but see how pretty you looked tonight” her voice calming, making your thighs clench, your big eyes staring at the gorgeous women and mouth practically drying.
“o-oh?” yuki got closer, kissing your cheek that was caked with a sunset orange blush that complimented your melanated skin…. her red lip stick staining you, as if she was claiming her prey- which in a way she was. yuki always went in first due to her maternal nature. she was a sexy woman; a pretty figure with words that knew how to melt anyone on the spot. the sight of his lover making the pretty pink princess shudder in her seat made choso’s dick harden.
he has been hard, MANY times. but this sight ? how the moment between you two was as if it was only you two in the room, eyes staring deep into one another with the hot, sensual skin contact. that was different, he stopped his staring when your eyes met his. his heart stopped for a moment. a deep heavy breath passing his pierced lip, but he made it very unnoticeable. a slight wave with a charming smile that again visibly made you shake in yuki’s hands. “oh, you think he’s pretty precious?” she smiled convincingly, kissing your neck and taking a deep inhale in your vanilla scent. pussy throbbing at how delectable you would be to just eat up.
before you or choso knew it, you were getting walked to the exact place he was sitting. his heart pounded hard, sweat growing on his palms- but again he played it cool. irritation boiled in the lower pits of his stomach at wondering you had him this nervous. not only you, but his girlfriend. it was as if ten minutes with you already had her dominance peaking. she already exuded so much power now everyone was captivated by her and it made him nervously hard. but he understood why as soon as you were next to him muttering a small “hi”. god you made him want to stuff your cunt- and your smell, pre cum stained onto his calvin klien’s. pants getting so tight he felt like he couldn’t breath
“what a pretty thing” he said looking up from you to yuki who was still attached to you. her face imprinted in your neck, dark eyes looking up at choso and a hmm falling from her mouth. “wanna eat her up right pretty?”
choso didn’t respond, already ready to go, he wanted to make you feel so damn good. and the way you looked up at him didn’t help the situation. three adults with three clouded minds left the bar on a mission. it was uncertain when the steamy makes outs started. but you’re pretty sure it was in the cab.
yuki tilted your head back and whispred for you to open your mouth, and an unexpected moan from the slow drop of the man’s spit falling into your mouth then going right into a hot kiss almost had you cum on spot.
or on the elevator up to the hotel room, yuki trapping you against the hard body of choso, giving you sweet kisses that had you craving more. with your closed eyes, you moved forward to get another but was met with air. and if you weren’t being held, you would have fallen face first
“pay attention princess, you’ll get another soon,” he reassured when you started to pout ushering you out. you and choso watched yuki’s hips move as she walked to the room likeshe owned the place.
her hips swaying captivating you both, and it didn’t help when she turned around to catch you both in the act. her beautiful smirk taking you both out of a trances. “you guys coming?” walking into the room, the door open as if you were practically walking into a room of hungry lions.
you had expected this, but not in this good. this was way more than expected. you knew they were skilled in their area, knowing how to work one’s body until they fainted from all of the pleasure. it’s funny because that’s exactly what they’re doing to you.
they looked better naked, both having toned bodies that picked your curvy frame up like you weighed nothing. they tossed you around like their personal fuck toy and you were enjoying every moment. you had came once on their long slender fingers, and clit rubs with kisses as you laid in yuki’s arms like a princess. “tell him how good it feels sugar. awe my princess loves that cho!” choso smiled, moving his head to kiss your thick thighs moaning at how good your cum - coated, pussy smelled.
as soon as the first orgasm ended, the second began, yuki resting you onto the pillow and meeting her lover at the edge of the bed. you were confused. missing her warmth and a small “w-what” leaving your dry lips. you had missed the silent communication the two exchanged. so into cumming that it’s the only thing on your mind, and the add on praises wasn’t helping. but when a shared kiss came and it was directly on your cunt, you knew the night was only getting started.
“o-ohhh,” you cried, both of them draping one leg over their shoulder. their tongues working together, kissing and licking you pussy clean to watch it get messy again. choso and yuki were calculated on their movements. locking lips at any giving moment and the happy spot just so happened to be where your clit was. your legs shook again, the meat on your thighs jiggling while you tried your best to push them away and close your legs. but you had absolutely no control. you were too weak. yuki slapping your thigh with a muffled “don’t be bad” that you wish could have gone unheard but it didn’t and all you wanted to do was be good for them.
choso moved back with a glistening face, enjoying the view his girlfriend was providing. he noticed that you hadn’t even resonated the missing mouth. yuki taking all control and slowly making her way down to you pink hole that clenched in the cool air. he watched as your hand creeped its way down. grabbing ahold of her blond hair, and fucking her …tounge into you at your own pace. “y-yes! don’tstopppp! p-please” you begged while bobbing yuki’s head into your pussy and she let you, enjoying the moment, her eyes closed while her stomach churned wetness dripping on the floor.
she started to feel pleasure shoot through her body. choso taking the initiative to please her. fucking his fingers into her pussy and sucking her nipples. he watched how you screamed, moving faster wanting you both to cum together. he popped one of the hard buds out of his mouth moving to kiss her ear. “almost there,” he said, starting to scissor his fingers inside of her, her shaky body head still being bobbed and ears ringing, everything feeling so good; all it took was for you to clench down on her wet warm muscle, your nails digging into her scalp as your orgasms hit you- hard.
“OH! OHMYGODDUHHH” you shut your eyes tight while pushing her head away, not even seeing the beautiful sight of the woman cumming herself. she fell back onto choso, cream all over her face and cum in her mouth that she choked on from having too much going on with her body. choso watched you both lose your minds. as yuki came he still fucked his fingers into her, making her get so sensitive that when she finally stopped creaming all over his fingers and the floor, the room was silent. each woman needing a break. so he began to plot, eyes on you once he laid his love on the ground to catch her breath.
your were balled on the bed, hands holding your- what he could assume was a very sensitive cunt. he wonders if you thought they were done, if you thought you were leaving without being stuffed. yuki could practically tell what her boyfriend was thinking- and she herself was thinking the same thing just needed to regain her energy. gently tapping his thigh she looked in his eyes and nodded. oh, how you were so oblivious to the fun just not starting. “you okay?” he walked over to you, getting on the bed. you hummed with a mind still foggy, pussy throbbing intensely.
“words princess” his voice low and commanding that you opened you watery eyes and mumbled “y-yes daddy” making him groan. it not helping his hard cock that stood right on your face begging to be touched. this was your first time seeing it for tonight. while he wasn’t very long, choso had girth; the type to stretch you like you’ve never been stretched before and if he knew how to work it right, make it go so deep. and it’s choso we’re talking about - of course he knew how to.
“can you handle more” he slyly asked using the pads of his thumb to wipe off the mascara streak and cursing to himself at how pretty you looked; just like a fucked out princess. he has taken away your thought of asking where the women went. preparing yourself for yet another orgasm that was going to take much more out of you than the other two. his instructions were clear: sit on your knees in front of him. and you did just that, taking the little time that you had to look for yuki who was no where to be found. your heart tingling a little at not seeing her, wanting both of their attention. but when choso started to suck on your neck, you had forgotten about your train of thought.
whimpering and tilting your head so he could do more, he noticed your actions, licking from the mark he just created to his next one. “naughty girl,” his words went right to your core. where he slowly spread your legs and dipped his hand down to see if you were wet enough to take him- he already knew the answer. when your slimy juice dripped into his palm, he moaned against you, spreading your legs wider and putting his cock in between you. you back was against his chest, his nipples rubbing over your skin felt amazing. you could feel his cock rub between your walls; mouth opening in a silent cry when the tip of him touched your bud. “you ready beautiful? because god am i ready to ruin you”
“y-yes! yes please daddy” the name sent electricity throughout his body, his rough hands turning your head to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his lips as your tongues danced around each others. his tip poking at your hole and pushing in, the fat head stretching you so much that you’re moaning loudly in his mouth. “that’a g-girl” he groaned, shutting his eyes while still kissing you, taking it deeper as your pussy took him deep all the way until you met the base. everything felt so full, a small print in your chubby tummy and choso gripping your love handles to pull you back onto him.
you breast jerking from his rough yet soft thrust. “feel good, baby?” he watched your face scrunch and your body shake and all it took was one little plunge. you were dizzy, brain going back to this cumcumcum state where all you could fathom was feeling good. he started slow, sliding his hand to wrap around you throat, gently squeezing the area and making you clench a patch of cream going around him. once you started to scream, “m-more! harder daddy” he did that for you - after all you were his princess.
you pussy felt so good, like the best warm hug after a crying session. except this time the warm hug is what had him crying. choso has fucked a lot of pussy, and ass because he was a women and man catcher. but nothing could compare to yuki or you for that matter. the way you both squeezed down on him, taking his dick just right. he fit like a glove in not only her - but you. and it was questionable if he would really want to give this up.
even with pumping his cock into and fucking you like the slut that you are, he longed for the dynamic that was three - you, yuki, and himself had. he questioned where she was missing her presence and all of his thinking subsided when she crawled on the bed like an animal hunting her prey- you
her eyes were darker, ready to taste the juicy pussy again. when yuki had disappeared she made her way to the bathroom cursing herself at how the taste of pussy, and choso amazing fingers had her losing her mind. the two lovers not knowing they were fighting the same internal battle- and that was not wanting to leave you. the sight that she walked out to after getting herself together had heat gushing to her core. she could hear your begs and moans, whimpers and pleads of you wanting to be fucked. but she wasn’t expecting the sight to look so damn pretty. the prettiest thing she’s ever seen.
she knew that you didn’t see her or feel her get onto the bed, and the look she gave choso told him to not mention it. laying beneath you she could see the way his cock fucked you. she could see how deep he was, how your hole took him in so well making a mess. she found the displayof your pussy taking his cock so ethereal that it would be cruel to not at least give where you both met a kiss. she moved her face close sticking her tounge out to catch the juices that splattered everywhere when you met his base. with once he moved out a little, she kissed your pussy and licked up to his cock. “y-yuki! fuck” choso’s voice cried his body shaking, his orgasm so close. “c-cum p-please!” you asked as fresh tears falling from your eyes, you pussy getting sensitive and the duo of getting fucked and licked made you feel faint.
what you both thought was one time because multiple, yuki going back to eating your pussy and occasionally licking choso, watching how he got sloppy with his thrust and you couldn’t stop clenching. “i’m t-there baby! fuck i’m there … c- cum with me, hm?” his breath grew short, his balls feeling full to the point they hung lower than before. “g-gonna stuff this cunt,” he closed his eyes seeing stars “g-gonna give you p-pretty babies and make y-you stay w-with me and y-yuk- SHIT!” he yelled when she kissed one of his veins. yuki listened to his words, her pussy juices getting on the already filthy bed, enjoying the day dream of what’s he was saying.
and you were too. the idea of having their babies being theirs could only make you say “IMCUMMINGGG!” yuki didn’t move when you squirted all over her face, the mixture of choso cum too because, god, you were tightening around him too much that he couldn’t hold back. she let the messy wetness pour down on her, moaning to the taste like the best forbidding fruit and she wanted to have it all the time. she never knew she loved eating pussy that much until tonight. until you blessed her with your sweet nectar. now she feels you’re the only source that will help her survive.
choso pulled out, both of you falling on the bed. she took that time to do her final bid - to finally break you, making you cum one last time. your blurred vision moaned when her wet cunt met yours. “m-mommy” you said, bitting your lip “i-i can’t take ittt” you hiccuped when she started to hump into you. your messy cunts rubbing together and creating the best rhythm. choso wasn’t shocked, he knew his girlfriend had a thing for tribbing, calling it “the finale stretch” in this night long love making with their person of the night.
but instead of going rough as she usually did, she went soft, kissing your lips and praising how much she loved your cunt. now, you were theirs, and he didn’t feel upset, enjoying the show because all of their marks of claims were true. they had no intention on leaving you after a night like this. you teared up, your cunt sensitive and your next orgasm just two more humps away. you kissed yukis soft lips as your pussy came again. she could feel the gush of you get on her. how your clit rubbed against her fold just right, and you pretty little cries of “m-mommyc-cum!cumm” made her let go. god, she loved when you called her mommy.
when she lazily fell beside you, you instantly curled into their warm embraces falling into a deep sleep. usually the two would make their person stay up for aftercare; but this time, they opted for a quick clean and cuddled, already planning this new life with you. and they were gonna show you the best aftercare when the sun rose and they didn’t feel exhausted. because you were different.
the sun crept through the draped curtains, hitting choso who felt a cool sheet beside him first. he instantly sat up, seeing his girlfriend laying next to him. but not you.
instead, what was on your pillow waiting for them was a note, and a thong.
“this was fun! thanks xoxo”
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summary: You might be the only one in your division not utterly smitten with your partner, Makima. Call it disinterest, call it being observant that her smiles never reach her eyes. Either way, you have no interest in bridging the gap between you both. But one day, an attempt is made, and it isn’t by you.
tags: pre!canon, f!reader (afab), spoilers for anime onlys, 18+ (loss of virginity, tribbing), reader owns these cats, yes i know children of the sea’s movie was not around during this time i don’t care
a/n: makima: *is a lonely character whose secret desire is that she wants something akin to family where she and the other party are equals but feels like she can’t because of her nature*. the makima x reader tag: *dom makima smut*. me: i guess if i want a piece on makima that focuses on her loneliness i’ll have to write it myself. so i did. thank you to my friend @cafedanslanuit for beta reading this for me, she was a big help!
AO3 / SEQUEL
“Good Morning.”
“Morning, Makima.” You recognized the soft voice of your partner even before you looked away from your book.
“The weather is quite nice today, isn’t it?” It was a pleasantly warm day in Tokyo.
“I’m personally more of a sweater weather girl, myself,” you disagreed good-naturedly. “I get hot too easily so I like the cold. I’m that person who drinks iced tea in winter.”
“I see.” Makima hummed. “How odd.”
With that, a silence fell over the both of you as you awaited your orders for the day. Whether or not you’d call it uncomfortable, you left up in the air. It had been a little over a month since you began working for the Tokyo Branch of the Public Safety Devil Hunters Bureau and neither you nor your partner made an attempt to bridge the gap between you both. Every odd socially obligatory small talk you’d potentially discover something new about each other.
Like today, for instance, Makima enjoyed warm weather while you preferred cool.
Riveting stuff, you thought sarcastically on your way from the bathroom when you saw a familiar brunette lurking from around a corner. “Good morning, Nanaka.” The girl jumped in surprise, looking like a child caught sneaking her hand into a jar of cookies.
“What do you think you’re doing sneaking up on people like that, [First]!” Nanaka snapped, cheeks flushed pink.
You held back a roll of your eyes, “I’m not the one drooling over Makima from a distance like a creep.”
Flustered, Nanaka fixed her posture from looming to rigid. “I’m not drooling!” She hissed adamantly. “I’m admiring! Miss Makima is one of our best devil hunters! She’ll definitely be in charge of her own division one day soon! I have no idea how you were placed to be her partner.” You shrugged, knowing your coworker wouldn’t be pleased regardless of your answer. Twas the punishment for being partnered to the woman everyone and their mom seemed to worship without hesitance.
Nanaka sighed wistfully. “You’re lucky you get to be Miss Makima’s partner.”
“I’ll be sure to remind myself I got lucky getting paired with Makima then.” You didn’t bother holding back your sarcasm. “I’ll reflect on my actions when we go on patrol.”
“You should be more respectful” Nanaka scolded, shooting you a glare for your less-than-awed perspective. “Miss Makima’s been working here longer than you and you talk to her so casually.”
You nodded in the direction of the devil hunter in question. “Hey, Makima’s the one who told me she didn’t care about keigo. Take that up with her.”
Nanaka shook her head disparagingly at you with a ‘hmph’. “I’m going to greet Miss Makima before you both go on patrol.” Her brown eyes sparkled at the sight of the red-haired devil hunter, practically skipping in her direction. “Miss Makima, good morning! I’m so sorry, I forgot to bring you that coffee you really liked!”
The blunder didn’t seem to worry Makima at all, fortunately for Nanaka, as she smiled in that rehearsed way you expected from your partner by now. “That’s no problem at all, Nanaka. Try not to forget next time, though. I look forward to your coffee each morning.”
The brown-haired member of your division giggled, pleased. “I’ll make sure to remember tomorrow.”
You’re in awe of Makima enough for the both of us, what do I need to be so reverent for? Nanaka would likely have many choice words for you if she heard your thoughts. Yet you only felt that awe decrease as you saw your associate fawning over Makima day after day when Makima barely seemed to return even a fraction of it. You eyed Makima’s face from the corner of your eye and closed it with a small huff. Not smiling again.
Makima’s smile never reached her eyes, no matter how politely she spoke or how warmly she seemingly behaved.
It was apparent to you from the first day you met her after you arrived in Tokyo as a newly hired member of the Public Safety Devil Hunters Bureau.
“[Last], this is your partner Makima. Makima, she’s new to the country but her Japanese is decent. Make sure to teach her well.”
“Of course.” Red ringed eyes looked at you soullessly. Makima was almost like a doll, her smile painted on. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, [First]. I look forward to our partnership. Be good for me, okay?”
A condescending, callous doll.
That opinion hadn’t changed in the time you worked together. Hence why you stared at Makima like she had grown a second head when, after being told of a devil by a panicking high schooler who had ditched class, she went into a restaurant and ordered a plate of chicken katsu curry.
You blinked as you watched the redhead take a seat at a booth. “Um, aren’t we going to get that devil?”
Makima smiled at you again, the same one that never reached her eyes. “Oh yes, you can get that, [First].” She said like it was obvious, ringed eyes looking you dead in the eye. “If I go now, my food will get cold.”
You felt an eye twitch in annoyance, watching as Makima brushed a stray strand of hair back into place. Do I look like Nanaka to you? You wanted to seethe but that was probably the reaction she wanted. You held back an annoyed sigh as you took deliberate steps in Makima’s direction, sitting across from her before she could say anything else.
Your eyes peered into gold flecked with lines of red before you raised a fist. “Janken. Loser has to kill the devil.”
A silence passed over the both of you, one considerably less comfortable than usual as Makima looked at you and you looked at her, unyielding. You weren’t Nanaka or any of the others part of your division that would happily swing your sword around at Makima’s request ー no, demand ー without a second thought. “Auntie, can you make me a bowl of tororo soba? Cold please!” You asked, eyes still staring into gold.
A second past, two seconds.
“Very well,” your partner finally raised her own fist, much to your satisfaction. “one round then. The loser will also have to pay for lunch.”
“I gotta warn you then, I’m a rock-paper-scissors master.” You smirked.
A smirk that only grew wider when you pulled paper to Makima’s rock.
“Looks like you’re treating me to lunch today, partner.” You wrapped your hand around her closed fist, almost marveling at how much smaller hers were in comparison to yours. “Like I said, Janken Champion right here. I don’t lose.”
You half-expected her to demand a rematch leading you to ‘tsk’ that there was no time with such a devil on the loose.
Or perhaps give you the glare of the lifetime for besting the oh-so-mighty and worshiped Makima.
Her actual reaction was much quieter, however, as she stared at your joined hands with an unreadable expression. Damn is she that upset? You removed your hand from hers, instead opting to lay your chin on your palm. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back then, Makima. I’ll try not to get too crazy with my ordering while you’re gone.”
“Go ahead and indulge yourself.” Makima insisted as she stood, throwing her coat on once more.
You thrummed your fingers lightly on the table as your partner left the restaurant. As if I’d actually push my luck that much. A small selfish part of you considered doing exactly that, picking up a menu and ordering much more than a meger bowl of cold-style soba. But it’s just not my style to piss off a ginger. You sighed to yourself quietly before calling for the waitress once more, “Auntie, can I get some iced barley tea too?”
“Of course, dear!” The elderly waitress said with her best customer service smile. “Your Japanese is quite good!”
“No no, I’m still learning something new everyday.” You negated, waving your hands. “It’s a hard language to learn.” After a few more brief exchanges, you found yourself still waiting for Makima as you sipped slowly on your iced tea. It was never as simple as killing a devil and calling it a day. There was still the report to make and waiting for the cleanup team before you could be dismissed from the scene.
Whenever she returned, Makima’s katsu curry would definitely go cold by then.
You eyed your soba that had arrived minutes prior and the curry dish beside it. The sight along with the smells was enough to make your mouth water.
Growl.
God damn it. You pointedly looked away from your bowl to the TV showcasing a baseball game, ignoring the strong smell of the curry spices. You could have cried in relief when your partner finally returned to the restaurant. “Oh you’re finally back,” you observed with composure.
Makima glanced at your soba as she took her seat. “That must have been there for a while,” she replied, observant.
“Well it isn’t like tororo soba can get any colder.” You shrugged, breaking apart your chopsticks. “Thanks for the food.”
“Thank you for the meal.”
“... the chicken katsu is soggy” Makima muttered after one bite. You snorted almost immediately, but said nothing in reply.
You could almost hear Nanaka hisses that you needed to be more respectful towards your senior or that you should have gone ahead and killed the devil instead. Yet you couldn’t find yourself feeling any regret as you saw something more than a fake smile or mild disinterest on your partner’s face. Even mild annoyance was better than her usual expressions.
Looks like I finally saw a new side to you, huh, partner. You held back another snicker.
“Oi!”
“Alô, senhor Rocha.” Hello, Mr. Rocha. You smiled tiredly as you approached the cash register. “Tudo bem?” Are you doing well?
“Tudo bem e você?” I’m well and you? The man asked as he checked your items.
“Estou bem também." I’m good too. You weren’t one to fear being alone, nor were you the type to get lonely easily. Still, the Rochas, a family of Brazilian immigrants who ran a small grocer, were a welcome part of your life in Tokyo, especially after work. “Só estou cansada.” I’m just tired.
“Oh!” You gave Mr. Rocha a curious look as you passed him the largest bill in your wallet. “I saw you earlier!” He said in accented Japanese, grinning widely as his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Com uma mulher!” With a woman! You knew exactly where this was going with that one statement. “Essa era sua namorada?” Was that your girlfriend?
“Não, não.” No, no. You shook your head with a nonchalant wave but it was too late as you saw the quickly approaching form of Mr. Rocha’s wife. The Rochas were always interested in your love life. You weren’t sure what it was “Nós-”
“O que ela parecia?” What did she look like? Mrs. Rocha looked at her husband with excitement.
“É ruiva com cabelo comprido.” She was a redhead with long hair. Mr. Rocha relayed.
Mrs. Rocha gave your shoulder a playful slap that was meant to be congratulatory. “É linda?” Is she beautiful?
You shook your head again, a mixture of exasperated yet amused. You supposed you’d indulge them for a few seconds. “É linda demais pra mim.” Too beautiful for me. You couldn’t hold back your chuckle as the older woman rolled her eyes, calling you ‘silly’ under her breath. "Nós apenas trabalhamos juntas; era uma patrulha.” We just work together; it was a patrol.
As expected, that lessened their enthusiasm drastically. “Tenha cuidado, por favor, [First].” Please be careful, [First]. The elderly woman pleaded with you as you left with your bags.
“Yes, yes.” You could barely contain your yawn. You waved farewell at the jovial couple. “Boa noite.” Good night.
Você é linda, mais que demais. Você é linda, sim… You hummed under your breath, lightly swinging your bag. You saw a new side to your devil hunting partner today. It had been a little over a month since you’d been working together and it was the first time you could confidently think something along that line.
It was like seeing a unicorn in a forest, something you’d never encounter again in your whole lifetime. Funny how unicorns are still considered fantasy when we live in a world with devils and fiends. But a rarity was a rarity. The two of you were work associates, neither of whom had displayed an interest in getting to know each other beyond what was necessary to do your job.
You doubted such a thing would ever be presented in front of you again, you yawned.
Or so you thought when you found yourself, the next day, being taken out of a morning read by the sound of something being placed on the table in front of you. You lowered your book, finding your new company to be Makima and a cup of coffee. “Good morning, [First].”
You raised an eyebrow. “Morning, Makima.” You stared at the cup then at your partner. “Did you need something?”
“It’s iced coffee.” Makima explained as if she were telling you the sky was blue.
Exasperated, you shook your head. “I know it’s iced coffee, but I mean why are you giving it to me?” Isn’t that the coffee Nanaka gets you every day? Were the unexpressed words between you.
“I’m not one for cold drinks but then I remembered you saying you enjoyed them.” Makima nudged the drink closer to you, eyes almost owlish. Is this some weird ass test? Or is she trying to get back at me because of the janken thing? “Go ahead and take it.”
From the corner of your eye, you could feel the glare of a familiar brunette. Nanaka’ll kill me if I drink that. As if she were agreeing with your sentiments, that glare felt even hotter. “Thanks but you keep it. Coffee messes with my stomach.” With a strong hint of finality, you stood up. It would be best to find a different place to read. “Let me know when they dish out orders, I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”
Odd.
“[First], give me your pen.” You found yourself side-eying your partner in displeasure the next day as the redhead held out her hand expectantly. “I have paperwork.”
No shit, we both have paperwork. “There’s a pen right in front of you.” You look pointedly at the pen that she was already using, placed neatly atop the files she was still working on.
Makima smiled as if she were expecting that answer, “mine ran out of ink.”
“The hell am I supposed to do my paperwork with if I give you my pen then?” You asked sourly, unable to keep the annoyance from your voice.
Makima placed her hand thoughtfully on her chin for a moment before picking up the pen she claimed was empty. “Would you like to use my pen in exchange?” She smiled yet it only looked mocking.
“I don’t.” Your response was clipped as you turned your head and continued working. Almost expectantly, another member in the office practically skipped over at the opportunity. “I have a pen for you to use, Miss Makima!” He all but sang.
Things came to a boiling point a few days later on patrol when the following sentence left Makima’s lips:
“[First], tell me why you decided to join the Bureau.”
You huffed in annoyance. Does this woman not understand the concept of asking people for things? Pretending you didn’t hear her, you deliberately looked off into the distance ignoring another call of your name. “Ahh, what a peaceful day it was for this patrol wouldn’t you say?”
“Tell me why you decided to join the Tokyo Branch Bureau.” Makima repeated and you rolled your eyes, knowing she couldn’t see it. “That’s an order.”
You blinked.
Twice.
Thrice.
The kettle that your irritation and anger boiled over.
With a twitch of your eye, you turned your head over your shoulder. “You know, there’s these words called ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.” You snapped, the annoyances from the week fueling your harsh tone. “Believe it or not, just telling people to do things for you isn’t how normal relationships work if you’re trying to be someone’s friend!”
Surprise, that would best describe the look on Makima’s face right now. Genuine surprise, but at what you didn’t know. Perhaps Makima was so used to getting her way that hearing you snap was something she wasn’t expecting. “If you wanna know why I joined the Bureau I don’t care, but you’re not just going to demand I tell you like that. Ask again like a normal person and I might consider it.”
You stared at gold and gold stared back at youbefore Makima finally relented.
“[First], why did you decide to join the Tokyo Branch Bureau?”
“I hated living in my home country and I wanted the free company housing in whatever place I ended up moving to.” See, was that so hard? You leaned against the railing beside you. “But I couldn’t exactly put that on my application, so the official reason is that generic stuff everyone else puts on it. I just added how I felt my abilities would be best suited for international relations.”
“England, Ireland, Brazil, Japan. Japan got back to me first, so here I am. I’m probably gonna move into my own apartment though, company housing is fine but I want my own place.” And you were sure a few of them were starting to catch on to the two cats you snuck into the building.
“That was quite a chance roll.” Makima finally commented. “What if Brazil had responded first?”
“I guess I’d be in Brazil right now then.” You looked away from your partner with a shrug, enjoying the peach and carmine sunset. You had a friend in Fortaleza, you could have roomed with her until you got a place. “I studied a few languages when I was younger because I always wanted to do work that would allow me to travel. It didn’t really matter to me where I ended up as long as it wasn’t home, so I didn’t apply to the branch in my city.”
“And you can risk your life for that reason?” Makima asked you carefully. “Is that enough for you?”
You hummed thoughtfully. A friend back home asked the same question, although it was tinged with worry in contrast to Makima’s genuine curiosity. “I’ll probably change my mind someday, but for right now, it is.”
Your anger subsided, you sighed peacefully with a smile as you looked at the Tokyo cityline. You had yet to get tired of it. It was busy and crowded, but it was yours even at the protest of your relatives who were worried you were making a mistake of gargantuan proportions. “Yep, definitely enough.” You stretched your arms. “It’s about time for the night shifters to start heading out. Should we head back to the main office?”
There was no protest to be had. “Yes, we should.”
“Makima.”
“Yes?”
“Pull rank on me like that again and I’m gonna flick your forehead.”
You received no response to what you considered a promise, not an empty threat. Whether or not Makima believed you, you didn’t know.
The sight of the Tokyo Branch building was a welcome one. Fuck cooking, I’m ordering out tonight. After your exchange a half-hour prior with Makima, you were tempted to add dessert to that order. “See you on Monday.” You waved without sparing Makima so much as a glance as two night shifters you recognized as Tsubomi and Akira brushed past you.
“Oh you’re just coming back, Miss Makima?”
“I’m glad I caught you on the way out! How was your patrol?”
“It went smoothly this time.” Came the soft reply.
In spite of yourself, you peeked over at your partner and coworkers as you turned the corner to get your things from your desk. To your lack of surprise, Makima’s usual smile was found nowhere in her eyes. What was a surprise, however, was the dimness in them.
What kind of expression was that?
A solemn dimness danced in Makima’s eyes in spite of the warmth she was surrounded by.
Lonely.
That was the feeling Makima’s eyes had given you.
You scratched the back of your head, mildly irritated at the guilt you felt. Damn it. No, no no. I just want to go home, feed my cats, and call it a day. I don’t have work tomorrow either, I can sleep in! Still, you found yourself lingering at your desk as Makima walked in now that the evening patrollers had gone on their way. I didn’t even do anything wrong, she was being a bitch!
It was only your cursed luck that while digging for your walkman, you found two coupons for okonomiyaki in your bag.
Fuck, I forgot about this. It goes bad tomorrow.
It wasn’t the grandest gift to receive after saving a person’s life, but you happily received it from a young couple whose lives you saved from a worm devil.
“When things like this happen, it’s obviously a sign from the universe,” you could hear Himeno’s voice.
Cosmic timing was a bitch, but it was a bitch you were interested in seeing through.
“Makima, wanna go to this okonomiyaki place?” You held up crumpled coupons with an air of nonchalance that you hoped seemed natural. If Makima sensed your hesitance, you couldn’t tell. You’d almost say she seemed surprised again. Not that I blame her after earlier. Not that it still wasn’t irritating. “Some people I helped out on a job a while back gave it to me and these expire tomorrow. I’ll pay this time since it’s discounted.” You added jokingly. “Feel free to say ‘no’ though since it’s a last minute offer.”
When there was no immediate response, you placed the coupons in your bag neatly. “Well, I’ll see you next week-”
“I’ll go.” Makima’s smile was small and light as she followed you out. “You just seemed angry at me before, I’m just surprised you asked me to tag along for dinner, kouhai.” A teasing lilt accompanied a mocking smile.
“You and me both, senpai.” You replied with more sarcasm than not. And there she goes, instantly making me regret this.
“Do you mind me asking why?”
“You just seemed lonely, is all.”
You didn’t notice you were walking alone until you were half way down the hall. “Makima?” You paused with a nonplussed raise of your eyebrow, looking back at where the redhead stood. She looked at you like you grew a third head, eyes shockingly wide and mouth slightly ajar. “You alright?”
Makima composed herself as if the strike of midnight broke the spell. “Yes.”
But was she? The answer to your unasked question eluded you.
“[First], mind if I drink this?” Himeno’s voice was nearly too loud in the practically empty room you sat in.
You nodded in the direction of your iced tea without taking your eyes off your paperwork. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“Damn this tastes great, what is this?!” Himeno moaned, taking a lengthy sip. You doubted there’d be anything left for you by the time she finished.
“Some fancy elderberry assam tea. Makima got it for me.” She would give you a different kind of tea every week much to Nanaka’s chagrin. It seemed Makima had taken your preferences into consideration, she hadn’t brought you coffee again since her first odd attempt to bring you a drink. You accepted it this time, however. The first time felt more like an order. These times with tea felt more like offers. Besides, like I’m turning down a bomb cup of tea.
Himeno’s blue eyes twinkled in surprise, “Makima’s getting you tea?” The disbelief in her tone was less than subtle. “I guess you two are finally starting to get along better.”
“I wouldn’t say we didn’t get along before, we worked together just fine.” You racked your brain trying to find the best explanation. ‘We just had a mutual disinterest in one another’ seemed too harsh. “We just weren’t really trying to be friends before.” Not that you could confidently say you were friends even now. Are we?
Yet even as you thought that, there was something different to your partner that you couldn’t quite place. She seemed… relaxed somehow, if that was the right way to put it.
You didn’t want to completely delude yourself into thinking you were receiving some kind of special treatment. Regardless of her relationships with your living coworkers, you didn’t know anything about Makima’s relationships with her previous partners. Still you had the distinct feeling that the woman wasn’t the type to buy tea for someone she didn’t care for. Nanaka had been working at the Bureau for nearly two years and Makima hadn’t brought her anything.
What was with the time with coffee then? You stamped your name at the end of a document. It isn’t like I need an official friendship license from her but-
A thoughtful hum from Himeno swept you away from your thoughts. “I suppose that’s good. I hope this new buddy of mine’ll bring me drinks without me asking.” The next sip had the tell-tell sign of being filled with nothing but ice. Himeno continued to act blasé and, out of respect, you did the same. You weren’t sure how many partners the devil hunter had, you only knew they never seemed to last long.
You could only wish Himeno luck that this partner assignment would be different.
“I need a vacation. Maybe up north to Hokkaido this winter, I wanna see that snow festival in Sapporo.” Himeno sighed listlessly. “I need a change of scenery from home tonight too, but I don’t wanna go to my sister’s. She’s more worried about me than usual right now.”
“Wanna crash at my place for the night then?” You had finally moved from company housing into your own apartment. Himeno had been to the company provided apartment you had once before after you’d gone drinking with some other devil hunters. Invitations for Himeno to spend the night at your place were now only applicable as long as she was sober.
“If I did that, you wouldn’t let me get any sleep, [First].” Your friend winked.
“I’d let you get a little sleep, Hime.” You winked, pointing your pen at her.
Himeno gave you a light shove and squealed jokingly. “[First]! That isn’t talk for the office.”
“You’re the one who brought it up.” You giggled in return, signing the last of your paperwork as Himeno wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “But seriously though, if you wanna avoid your sister for a night, you can crash at my place if you-”
“[First].”
The two of you jolted out the sudden calling of your name. “Jeez, Makima warn a guy first!” You groaned, sighing as your heart rate slowed. You shot your partner a dirty look but it withered when you took notice of the dead-eyed glare pointed back at you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look this pissed.
Makima’s eyes raised from your shoulders to your eyes. “Am I interrupting something?”
Himeno slid off your shoulders with a sheepish grin. “Morning, Makima.” She chuckled, clearly perturbed. “We were just goofing off, don’t mind us.”
Makima’s eyes drifted to you and you nodded, “I was just finishing up my paperwork and Himeno was keeping me company.”
“I see.” The corners of Makima’s lips turned upwards slightly but the rings of her eyes seemed colder than ever. “I just came to tell [First] it was time for us to head out on our patrol. Maybe you can goof off together next time.”
“Er, yeah.” You placed your paperwork, finished in the nick of time, to the side. “I’ll be right there, just give me a second.”
Himeno shot you a look that clearly read: What the hell’s wrong with her?
Girl, I don’t know. You shot back. If looks could kill would be an understatement, what happened to make Makima so upset in the first place? Even when the higher ups really had sticks up their asses, Makima never seemed phased. Nor did she ever seem particularly bothered when her weird bossy streak with you hadn’t gone her way.
What was so different about today?
Himeno waved you off when you were ready to leave, “have a good patrol.” She tossed your empty cup into a garbage bin. “I’ll go to one of those cool capsule hotels and shake things up tonight.”
With a wave of your own, you bid your friend adieu. You turned, finding Makima waiting for you expectantly. You expected her to be strolling down the hallway by now. You shared a quiet look, feeling as if you were being observed. Makima broke contact first as she finally led the way out of the building.
Now this… is an awkward silence. You pressed your lips into a line as people and cars alike passed you by. You glanced at Makima curiously, contemplating the reason for her upset. “You alright?” Your curiosity eventually won you over.
“What do you mean?” Your partner asked in response.
“You just seem…” you wondered what was the best way to put it. “Upset right now. Did something happen with the higher ups? Or is it a personal thing?”
Makima spared you a glance after a few moments of silence. “I didn’t realize you and Himeno were so close.”
That was the last thing you were expecting to come from Makima’s lips.
“I guess we’re pretty friendly. I go drinking with her and some of the others in her division sometimes.” Less than half the people from that first drinking party were still around now. “It’s a fun time if you ever go but just be careful about letting Himeno have one too many.” You always carefully stopped after two, Himeno was a bottomless pit who drank past her limits. Needless to say, you became one of the many devil hunters Himeno had drunkenly kissed.
Regardless, nothing had spoiled between you both.
You pursed your lips for a moment. “I’m not too much of a drinker. I know that work-drink culture is a big thing here in Japan, but I try not to do it too much especially if Himeno’s already been throwing it back.”
“Does she come to your home often?”
“Not particularly?” You answered truthfully. “She’s banned from coming over while drunk.” When you were still living in the company apartments, you had naively brought her over to sleep off her drinking. That night ended with her throwing up in your bathtub and falling asleep on the floor of your hallway. Never again. You shuddered. “She stops by every once and again but it’s usually me and my cats. You have any?”
“I have a few dogs.”
You gave Makima a look of appraisal. “You seem like a dog person, it makes sense.”
Compared to before, Makima’s mood seemed to shift into something more pleasant. “You seem like you would own cats.”
“Tell me about your dogs?” That simple question was what led to your discovery that Makima owned seven dogs, each named after a dessert she was fond of. You never would have pegged her for such an animal lover, nor were you sure how she always managed to keep her suits impeccably clean. Even after rolling over your clothes, you’d always find stray hairs that you missed hours after leaving your house.
When the conversation spilled into talking about your cats, you enthusiastically spared no details. Whether it was a dog, cat, fish or rabbit, you were sure any pet parent would agree coming home to them was one of the best feelings in the world. Your two were troublemakers to some extent. Bagheera would occasionally be a brat and knock over your pen if you didn’t pet him, you gave up trying to keep Tora from going onto the top of your fridge after a month of her developing the habit. You wouldn’t trade them for the world though. “You should come over and meet them some time.” You laughed at a memory of your cats sticking their paws under the door after you had the audacity to leave them behind. “If you don’t hate cats, I think you’d like them.”
Without missing a beat, Makima asked, “when can I come over?”
“You got any plans our next day off?” When her answer came back negative, you nodded in self-assurance. “Then if you got the time, swing on over to my place. We can eat or something, I haven’t had anyone over to this new place yet.”
Something about that statement made Makima’s eyes seem brighter. “I look forward to being the first.”
“I love my cats but I gotta give the disclaimer,” you remembered before you got too ahead of yourselves. “Tora can be pretty skittish when it comes to new people, so she might run off when she sees you. Her brother loves people though, so you have nothing to worry about with him.”
Makima was unperturbed by your revelation. “I’m quite good with animals.”
That was the same thing Himeno said before Tora promptly hid under your bed the rest of her first stay. But you didn’t see a reason to burst Makima’s bubble when she actually seemed excited to come over. “Alright, I’ll provide the dinner. You provide the movie.”
“What movies do you like?”
“Surprise me.” You wondered what sort of movies a person like Makima would enjoy. “Is there anything you’d like for dinner?
“Surprise me.”
And surprised she would be, you swore, when you heard the knock on your door.
“Yo, welcome to my humble abode.” You greeted playfully as you swung open the door. Makima was pretty, that was an objective fact. Knowing that still didn’t prepare you for how taken aback you’d be by the pale pink wrap dress she was wearing. For once her hair was out of its usual braid, cascading down her shoulders in a sea of red. Makima was the exact definition of lovely.
“How do I look?” Makima’s voice pulled you out of your stupor.
“You look great, I feel so underdressed.” You weren’t dressed in your lounge clothes by any means, but you definitely weren’t dressed to impress anybody. Makima doesn’t seem like the type to even own sweatpants, why am I surprised she’d wear something pretty even to just hang out with a friend? You cursed your lack of awareness, knowing it was too late to suddenly change outfits.
“I like what you’re wearing, it’s best to wear something comfortable if you’re going to be cooking.” Makima sniffed the air lightly, “did you make carbonara? Carbonara and…”she paused for a moment. “steamed vegetables?”
“Damn how can you tell?” You clapped, impressed at her accurate guesses. “I also got everything to make affogato al caffe.”
Makima seemed quite pleased with herself, “I have a uniquely good sense of smell.” She pointed a slender finger at her nose. “I look forward to the dessert, I’ve only had affogato once.” She prepared to enter your house with the greetings finished, but you held a hand up before she could take a step forward.
“Ah ah ah.” you grinned mischievously. “What’s the movie?”
The last thing you were expecting her to hold was a Pulp Fiction DVD case. “I thought it would be fun watching this one, it’s a favorite of mine.” Her expressions morphed into one of questioning. “Are you a fan of crime movies? The storytelling is non-linear too.”
“No way, I love Samuel L. Jackson, we have to watch it.” You plucked the DVD from her small hands protectively. It was a classic Samuel L. movie you had yet to watch, it was time to rip the bandaid off. You stepped to the side with a noble bow. “You pass the movie check.”
It didn’t take long for your cats to take note of your guest. Bagheera made his way as you expected, eyes round with interest. Tora, unsurprisingly, kept her distance. “Tora,” Makima kneeled, hand waiting for the younger of your two cats expectantly. Her other hand brushed Bagheera’s chin lightly. “Come here.”
“She doesn’t really...” You left your sentence unfinished as you watched in awe as Tora bound forward, rubbing her head against Makima’s hand lovingly.
“What is it?” Makima asked as if she hadn’t easily gained the affection of your most fearful cat.
“I’m just surprised,” you relayed, still finding it unreal as your calico-tabby pressed her head into Makima’s hand once more. “Tora usually isn’t the best around people, usually just runs off immediately when she realizes someone else is in the house. Her brother’s the friendly one, which… you already knew.” And yet, this time your black tom wasn’t alone in his purrs and bunts as he indulged in your partner’s attention.
Amusement glinted in Makima’s eyes. “I did mention I have a way with animals, didn’t I?”
“Well excuse me for being a naysayer.” You roll your eyes with a snort. “Tora, you turncoat. You’re both being put up in my room while we eat.”
Makima shook her head, “it’ll be fine.”
“Trust me, Tora will not let you eat in peace.”
“You’ll let us eat in peace, won’t you, girl.” Makima booped Tora’s nose lightly.
And somehow, Tora did. Dinner was pleasant, the affogato was delicious and both your cats behaved like angels as you watched Pulp Fiction on your couch. Bagheera I can understand but Tora? Is this even my cat right now? You were convinced this had to be some sort of witchcraft, but your thoughts subsided as you fell deeper into the movie.
“Look, if you wanna play blind man go walk with the shepherd,” Jules said in annoyance as you glanced at the woman beside you with a feeling of satisfaction. Bagheera laid on her lap, purring softly while Tora snoozed close by. Then your phone rang, killing the pleasant atmosphere.
“Sorry, I just need to make sure this isn’t important.” You excused yourself while Makima paused the film, walking towards the kitchen. “Hello?”
“[Firrrst].” You released an immediate sigh of exasperation when you recognized the voice, drunkenly slurred and all. “I don’t wanna have to call my sister to pick me up.”
“Oh god, Himeno, how much did you drink?!”
Himeno sounded too noble for her own good. “A lady never gets drunk, she sips.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “And I’m over how they killed off Morris Chestnut in Anaconda 2.” You replied sarcastically, fighting back a grin at the sound of your friend’s giggles. “Just call your sister, you dumbass. Please tell me you’re not by yourself.”
“I’m at the restaurant still.” Himeno slurred and you sighed in relief. “Can’t I come over?”
“I have,” at the burning sense of staring on your back, you looked over at your guest to see her looking back at you. Just another second. “company over. Besides, you threw up in my bathtub at my old place last time. Come over when you’re sober.”
“You gonna keep me up all night then if I do?” Himeno hiccupped.
“Proposition me when you’re not drunk out your mind, I’ll do all the stuff you heart desires with breakfast included.”
“Can you just make me breakfast now?” Himeno whined and you hoped that she
“Himeno, if you don’t get off the phone with me and call your sister to pick you up. Look, what restaurant are you staying at? I’ll send over a cab to get you-”
“No, no, I’ll call her. I just needed a pep talk.”
“Good.” You released a breath of relief. The last thing the streets of Tokyo needed was a drunk devil hunter getting picked off because a devil spotted an opportunity. “Try not to drink so much next time? I’m gonna call to make sure you actually got home with your sister just fine.”
She’s like a maelstrom, you hung up the phone. “Sorry about that.” You beamed sheepishly as you made your way back to the couch. “Friends, am I right?”
“It’s fine.” You weren’t convinced with the way Makima’s small smile adopted its usual forcedness.
“... you sure you’re alright?” You asked after neither of you pressed play on the remote.
“Don’t…” Makima cut off her sentence as quickly as it began. She pet Bagheera’s head as if her life depended on it and it crossed your mind that even someone like Makima could feel nervous. “I don’t like it when you make those sorts of jokes.” She said at last as if it were a struggle to find the right phrasing. “The ones you make with Himeno.”
“Oh- I’m so sorry.” You apologize immediately the moment you recognized the jokes that were being referenced. “I didn’t realize I was making you uncomfortable. I’ll tell Himeno too, alright?”
At the pause, you felt that wasn’t a satisfactory response. “Makima?” You waited a moment. “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me everything that’s wrong.” You sat closer than you previously sat to the redhead. Frustrated, that was the best way to describe the look on her face with her red eyebrows furrowed lightly.
“I don’t want you to make those jokes in general with anybody.”
Pretty dress, hair down.
You felt a sense of dread wash over you in your realization. “Is this a date?” When Makima’s eyes met yours, you already knew her answer. You wished you could throw yourself off a cliff.
“When I was invited over for dinner, I assumed that’s what this would be.” Dinner, a movie and of course you made dessert.
A date with Makima, that’s what this was. If someone told you when you first met, you’d be on one with her, you’d have thought they were drunk. Now that you were in this situation, you found yourself less bothered with it than what the past you would have expected. Makima was a beautiful woman, you weren’t blind to how she garnered attention from so many people. It had always simply been her attitude for you.
But this Makima, the one who enjoyed the company of your cats and enjoyed light banterー she was a Makima you’d be interested in dating.
No, what had you bothered now was the misunderstanding entirely. Makima was on Venus and you were on a different planet entirely.
“Please don’t consider this a real date, this shouldn’t count.” You pinched your nose in embarrassment. “Look, I’m a lot better at dates when I know I’m supposed to be on one. I need a date do-over.” Your friend wouldn’t call drunk, nor would you make jokes about sleeping with them. “Give me a chance to actually impress you. I don’t do boring dinner first dates, I make sure you have a good time. We could do… billiards!”
You were relieved that Makima seemed intrigued. “What do I get when I win?”
“Ohohoho, such confidence.” You snorted, light and amused. “What makes you think you’ll win?”
A lightness rolled off Makima in waves as she partook in your banter, “I’m a billiards champion.” The smile she gave reached her eyes.
The redhead looked more beautiful to you in that moment than she ever did in your entire time knowing her.
“Well in the very, very unlikely chance you win a round against me in a round of billiards…” You folded your arms, pretending to think deeply. “You get another date with me. And when I win, because I never lose,” you smirked loosely. “I’ll take you on another date. Equivalent exchange, win-win situation.”
As it turned out, Makima was a much better billiards player than you bargained for. Still, you got a date out of it.
One date.
Two dates.
Many dates you lost count of over the months. You were each other’s best kept secret, you didn’t want to incur the wrath that would come from Makima’s fans at the office if they knew you were dating her. You were sure the Rochas would be squealing with glee whenever they learned that pretty redhead did become your girlfriend. Oh they definitely won’t let me live that down. You chuckled to yourself as you placed a dish on the drying rack. “Custard, get that out your mouth.” You eyed one of the large dogs Makima called her own, chewing something you couldn’t see.
You groaned as the hound scurried away, mysterious piece of food in tow.
“Makima!” You called out for your girlfriend who was in her room watching Children of the Sea. “Can you get your dog?” When you got no response, you sighed. Custard, however, looked pleased as whatever she was eating had been happily consumed. Great. With a shake of your head, you turned off the kitchen light and headed for your girlfriend’s room.
It was Custard’s victory this time, you ceded as you peered into your girlfriend’s room. The film was at its climax with the odd yet pulling festival of rebirth.
You didn’t understand it when you first saw the film. It had you in the first half, with its promise of an ocean-themed coming-of-age movie from the protagonists. Then it devolved into visual acid with themes you couldn’t understand. Yet you watched it again and again, trying to figure out the meaning of the movie's metaphors. Somehow you fell in love with it, you thought, as you watched a frantic Ruka swimming with no avail to Umi who dissolved into millions of galaxies feasted upon the sea life.
You couldn’t say you completely understood it beyond a vague feeling, but you loved it all the same. You found it funny how it mirrored the evolution of your relationship. You smiled to yourself, deciding to make your presence known and tell your girlfriend as much. “Need a tissue, Maki?” You teased gently.
She always cried watching this movie; you almost had a heart attack the first time. Makima didn’t look like the type to cry while watching film. She was surprisingly picky when it came to them, but when she found one she truly enjoyed, her reaction would be apparent. “Maybe Ruka’ll meet the boys in another life.” You wiped the corner of her eye, though the tears were quickly replaced with more.
“You shouldn’t tease your girlfriend when she’s crying,” you thought she’d sniffle.
“Nanaka would be upset to hear you talk to me like this,” you figured Makima would tease in return, dabbing away at her eyes with tissue.
When she did neither of those things, dimly staring into your eyes, you knit your eyebrows in concern. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You entreated anxiously.
“Make love to me. That’s an order.” Was the last thing you thought would come from your girlfriend’s lips.
“I- what? No.” The flick you gave to Makima’s forehead was soft. “I’m not gonna have sex with you when you’re crying, you dummy.” Your words were soft despite your gruff choice in words. Makima was a virgin, much to your surprise when she told you. Popular as she was, you figured that she would have been with someone. “I’m waiting for the right person. I didn’t want something meaningless for the first time, I want it to be intimate.” She explained and you left it at that, saying that you’d take things at her pace. “We’re not doing anything when you’re upset.” You looked at your hands aimlessly before turning off the TV and closing the door.
You counted to three, inhaling and exhaling briefly.
When you came back to her bed, you brushed away your girlfriend’s tears again before pulling her into your chest and lying on your side. You licked your lips nervously. “Listen I… I’m not the best when it comes to talking about emotions. I suck ass at comforting people. But I’m here for you, Makima. Whatever it is, I can accept it. You don’t have to tell me now but whenever you’re ready, you can throw it at me. I’ll be here.”
You didn’t ask what was wrong again.
Not while Makima’s small hands clutched the front of your shirt tightly.
Not as you rubbed Makima’s back in soft caresses, hoping it would calm her down.
“I like dating you,” Makima murmured into your shirt when she was able. “I want things to stay like this. I want things to be equal.” Where on earth was this coming from?
“I like dating you too,” you reassured, not wanting to stoke the flames of her insecurities. “I like what we have going on. Is there a reason you feel like things are unequal?” You tried searching for moments in your relationship as lovers that might have made her feel like the dedication and commitment wasn’t even. You stroked the back of her head, fingers lingering on the silky feeling of her hair. “If I made you feel like I wasn’t in this with you, I’m sorry. I just need to know where I messed up and how I can be better.”
“What if I was a devil?” The room felt too quiet with that question and you paused your ministrations.
“What kind of devil are we talking about?” You murmured as Makima gripped the front of your shirt tighter and you tightened your hold in return. “A Spider Devil? Cat Devil? A Who-Cares-What Devil?”
“Control Devil.”
You inhaled deeply before releasing your breath. The adoration from your coworkers, Tora’s abnormal behavior. Nothing came as a surprise in the moment. “I could live with that.”
“I’d always have devil tendencies.”
You whispered, “I can deal with that.”
“I might try ordering you.” Makima didn’t fight back as you peeled the fingers of her hand from your shirt.
“You can try that. I’ve denied plenty of your orders before, I’ll do it again.” You kissed her palm lightly before kissing her fingers. “I think I told you before I’d flick your forehead if you tried pulling some nonsense on me. I can’t say things would always be easy.” No, you definitely weren’t naive enough to believe that. Love was a choice. Parents chose to love their children even when they were being irredeemable brats. Couples chose to stay together during the hard times. This was simply another version of that. A big version.
This was a secret that could never be spilled. You were sure if your parents knew what would come of you becoming a devil hunter, they would have hid your passport. You weren’t even sure what introducing Makima to your family would look like even before her revelation.
And yet, and yet.
“But I wouldn’t leave you for being a devil.” You vowed simply. “You’re Makima either way and that’s who I want to be with for the foreseeable future. Some hiccups aside, I think what we have is pretty damn equal. You can’t dominate the indomitable.”
The two of you laid down in silence before Makima spoke quietly, “I can’t make equal relationships with people as the Control Devil.”
“You made one with me.” The calm Makima unraveled with your words and her body racked against yours. You simply held her throughout it, wondering about the life Makima had before this.
Who else knew about Makima’s true identity?
Why was a devil being employed to kill other devils?
How long had Makima been alone in this situation to become the detached individual you first became acquainted with?
Despite the many thoughts swimming in your head, you still felt resolutely the same. Had you been given the chance to go back in time, you’d have pursued the same path once more. You woke up the next morning feeling the same way as the morning sunlight disturbed your slumber.
“You asleep?” You ran your fingers through her hair softly.
“I’m awake.” Eyes still closed, Makima hugged you tighter. Even without seeing her face, you could tell she was smiling. One with warmth that reached her voice. “I’m just listening.”
You couldn’t hold back a smile yourself. “I didn’t take you for the sappy type.”
Makima raised her head. “I think you were the sappy one last night.” Her eyes were a bit pink from her crying, but she looked otherwise pleased.
She was stunning.
You placed a hand on her cheek, brushing away a stray hair with your thumb. “You’re beautiful when you smile. When you actually smile. I could always tell you were faking before.” Makima’s eyes closed but her smile remained as she leaned into your palm, one of her own hands cupping the one holding her. “Can I kiss you?”
“Will you make a contract with me?” Makima opened her eyes with a question. With her true identity exposed, you could see why her eyes were ringed. There was something pulling about them, like a hypno wheel meant to hypnotize unsuspecting volunteers of a hypnotist. Fitting for the Control Devil. You wondered what it was that made you so resistant to them when the majority of your coworkers couldn’t stop fawning over Makima the moment they laid eyes on her.
“What’s the contract you have in mind?
“I won’t use my power on you, in exchange, we have to stay together forever. We’ll eat a lot together, sleep together, and live a happy life together.”
A lifelong contractー the contract of a lifetime. There would be no outs after you agreed to it, if you agreed to it.
There was no doubt in your mind however, as Makima held her heart on a silver platter. You, the member of your family who became a devil hunter just to have an excuse to leave your home country.
“That sounds like a good contract to me.” You pressed your lips firmly against hers. Makima wrapped her arms around your shoulders with equal vigor. Her lips spread easily at the gentle slide of your tongue on her bottom lip and warmth pooled in your stomach as your kissing continued.
Wordlessly, you looked down at her and she wordlessly gave you her answer. The Control Devil relinquishing control; there had to be nothing scarier to her. But she still trusted you; that made your heart swell with love and adoration.
You peppered her breasts with wet kisses as you unbuttoned her shirt, a hand trailing down to lift her skirt and slip off her undergarments. Makima exhaled deeply as your fingers faintly touched her folds. You kept up this teasing until Makima pressed her legs together to prevent your hand from moving. She’s so wet.
“It’s not fair that you’re still in all your clothes.” She breathed, breath ghosting your lips. You chuckled quietly, kissing her as an apology before slipping off your clothes.
You moaned in unison as your clits rubbed together. It was the morning and you were staving off the last of your sleep, tribbing felt like it would be the best move to go with. All you wanted that morning was to feel Makima against you and even then as you felt her sex against yours, it wasn’t close enough.
Damn, I wish I had the strap. The day you could finally use it on her couldn’t come soon enough you thought as you ground your core against hers. Makima would be beautiful taking it, just as she was now, head thrown back in pleasure. You wanted to tease her, bringing the Control Devil to the precipice of pleasure before denying her release. You wanted to spoil her and give everything she wanted until society collapsed in on itself.
Makima’s hips bucked underneath you, moaning and mewling softly. You wanted to see her when she came. You circled her clit as you thrust yourselves against one another, chasing Makima’s release.
With a shudder, Makima came with your name on her lips and you tumbled over the edge with her after a few more thrusts.
Euphoria. That was what Makima was in as you kissed her cheeks and forehead, whispering sweet things in her ear. Pure, unadulterated euphoria. “You were so good for me.” You praised her. “I love you.”
Love.
Love.
Love.
Love she wouldn’t need her powers for.
Love based on equity.
Not the cheap imitations she received from Nanaka, Tsubomi and Akira. Nor the cold callous from the government officials that raised her. This was agapé. The love she saw in movies and novels.
You would stay together forever. You would eat a lot together, sleep together and live a long life together. That was the contract you agreed to.
“I love you, [First].” Makima held you closely as she came down from her high.
She loved you and you loved her.
Nothing could come between you both.
You smiled lazily as Makima regained her composure. “The next time we get time off, we should go on a vacation together.”
“Yes,” Makima smiled in return. “we should. A long vacation, just the two of us.”
It didn’t matter where, you just needed to be together. Nothing could be allowed to come between this bond. Not work, nor death. She’d follow you from this life to the next.
This was your contract.
Makima crossed her arms behind her back as she stared down the higher ups of the Tokyo Branch Bureau made with plastic and false pleasantries.
“You’ll let me leave the Public Safety Bureau with a large severance pay. That’s an order.”
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🤤🤤🤤Both the mikey and Hanni ones were delicious, my eyes came‼️‼️istg you always deliver. new request incoming: !!! T4T Will and reader bein absolutely adorable but horny husbands. tribbing/frotting against each other all day, bein all cozy and shit. one will read a book while the other will sit on their lap, grinding against them while attempting to read too. just sittin there in the cutest sweaters while they take turns eating each other outtttt. at the end of the day they drink some hot chocolate and snuggle up on the bed with their dogsss<333333 its so cute ofofmgmmgmgmgmg
DROOOLING!!!
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you got it! your requests never disappoint either! 🤤
again, sorry it took so long! and ty for being so patient and understanding, friend!
here we go!….
ftm!will graham x ftm!reader! <3
cw: vulgar language used — ‘pussy/cunt’, t-cock. cunnilingus (reader giving and receiving), vaginal fingering (reader giving and receiving). pre-op trans man breasts being fondled (reader giving).
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cold winter nights were always like this; half the time you were hanging off of each other, limbs lazily draped over each others bodies. you and will shared a cozy little collection of soft sweaters, and typically that’s all you’d wear. just an old, worn-out sweater; bottom halves naked and top halves binder-less. this made fondling each other so much easier. you’d lazily snake your hand up into his sweater while he read a book, teasing his nipples and massaging his little breasts. he’d moan softly, more of a satisfied sigh; nothing had to come from these advances, but when they did, they were usually also lazy and casual.
you and will liked to lay in bed or on the couch and read together while you snuggled. you’d straddle his leg, or he’d straddle yours, both engrossed in your books. the one straddling the other would sometimes rock his hips against his partner’s thigh, rubbing his pussy slowly against the warm bare flesh. when you did it, you would grind your hips down as you read, eventually dropping your book in favor of focusing more on the pleasure of your cunt. will would keep reading of course, a hand on your hip to stabilize you. sometimes you’d reach climax just from this but other times just the friction and closeness was enough.
other times the two of you would be cuddling and will would sit his book on the nightstand, bookmarking it neatly, quietly slipping down so that his mouth was level with your cunt. he’d look up at you, asking permission, before he dove in. will was excellent with his tongue, and you weren’t far behind. at least in your opinion; you were sure will would argue to your credit.
but how could you be half as good as him, with the way he worked his mouth? he’d slide his tongue deep into your cunt, working you open so he could slide a finger in; just one, just enough that it made you ache. his tongue would circle your t-cock like a shark its prey, softly attacking the most sensitive spots. he’d work along your slit, kissing the folds of your drooling pussy as he fingered you until you couldn’t take it anymore.
the two of you liked playing this mental game where you’d silently decide to swap places before climaxing, edging yourselves to extend the intense pleasure.
and when it was your time to eat his pussy, you did so with fervor. you were a messy eater; appreciating your meal like it was your last. and will would hold your hair, whimpering and screwing his eyes shut when it got to be too much. his weakness was getting his swollen t-cock sucked; the sensation was wholly overwhelming for him and you knew he loved being just barely overstimulated.
the two of you also loved tribbing; it was a nice way to get some energy out, burn off some steam. rubbing your warm wet cunts together was always a steamy affair; it made both of you pant and grunt desperately, gasping out when your t-cock brushed against the warm folds of your partner’s pussy. everything you did with will felt so good. the lazy sleepy winter sex was always so fulfilling and cozy.
and perhaps the best part? after the two of you caught your breath, will would guide you into the kitchen and you’d work together making some delicious hot chocolate, warming your hands on the mugs and climbing back into bed, your shared dogs climbing up with you and settling in for the night. neither of you slept better than after a nice cozy day of lovingly fucking each other.
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remember when jordan said they used to try on prom dresses with that girl in high school?
i’m imagining fancy parties like the thinkbrink thing and jordan in a pretty dress (they’d prob keep a few saved for when they feel like attending an event fem the whole time and if they wanna go masc or don’t know if they’ll wanna switch later they just wear a suit)
but on those rare occasions when they want to stay fem all night and dress it just for the fun of it?
GOD they look stunning
and even when they’re in fem form jordan isn’t a hyperfeminine person, but this rare appearance of jordan in a dress is just mind boggling
IMAGINE THEM NOT TELLING YOU THWY WERE GONNA WEAR IT SO THEY COME IN AND YOURE JUST LIKE FROTHING AG THE FUCKING MOUTH THINKING *i need to get them out of that dress i want to get my head between their thighs in that fucking dress why have i never seen them wear a dress god dammit i’m into them in fancy suits and fancy dresses im in so deep i need to kiss them i need to touch them can i even move oh my god*
just thought abt that since they mentioned the trying on of prom dresses but didn’t give us any jordan in dresses
also even if they don’t feel like wearing one they’ll def try on a bunch with you in stores because it’s fun
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do EYE remember? I've only created a whole oc based on the fact thats jordans childhood best friend.
i don't think jordans hyperfemme even when they're a woman but they definitely like to wear dresses every now and then and they look GOOD. they know they have great tits and know how to wear something that hugs their curves. dying at the thought of being on their arm, especially if its to an event their parents are at, knowing they get nervous with being in fem!form around them, and being there to support them.
passes out at the thought of tribbing with them later the same night with both your dresses shoved up around your hips as your cunts bump and kiss. feeling their tits press against yours as they kiss you.
WAAAH eating them out before you leave like the good girl you are, tonguing their tubby little clit and making them hiss and grip your hair. they tell you how fucking pretty you look, holding their dress up so they can see you fully - pretty baby.
when they return the favor its later and at the gala, in the private bathroom and if you thought jordan looked good in a dress they look even better when they're manhandling you in one, lifting you onto the sink - forcing your legs apart so they can get their hand on your pussy - fingers slipping through your slippery folds and into your hole.
hhhh.
and dont get me started on the idea of masc!jordan in something like a skirt. shifting because you decided to be cheeky - thinking that because jordan wanted to dress pretty meant they weren't in charge - teasing their cunt with short licks until the hand in your hair suddenly turns into a fist and they shift, and all the sudden the skirt is covering a very hard cock, tip shiny with pre, and they yank you forward and punish your bratty little mouth by filling it with dick. nose stuffed in the ruffle of their skirt as they hold you down over their length, only letting you up to take a quick gulp of air before they're dragging your lips back down over them, fucking your throat like a fleshlight all while that pretty skirt shifts back and forth over their hips as they do it.
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All of my works set in the last of us universe in one place. Currently only writing for Tess x reader but that may change in the future!
These are mainly written with show Tess in mind but of course can be for game Tess too. They are one and the same at the end of the day and I am deeply in love with both of them Whatever floats your boat.
Drabbles are anything under 1k words and all my one shots range between 3k- 12k words!
You can also find general usually spicy rambling and discussions of Tess hcs and thoughts under the tag Tess thoughts
Tess x reader Spotify playlist
Photomode captures/ icons
☆ - smut ♡ - fluff ☾- angst
HCs: one / Two / Three / four
Drabbles/blurbs: strap sucking / mirror sex / strap sucking 2 / riding / comforting tess on a bad day / scratches / 🍒 sucking / handcuffs / bandana / shower sex / caught / strapwarming / desk ( Sugar!mommy Tess ) / tribbing / denying feelings /cuddles in Jackson / face sitting
One shots:
Needle and Thread ♡ ☾
Tess finds you bleeding out and injured after curfew and takes you back to her place to stitch you up
Submission ☆ ♡
Tess is stressed, and you know the best way to relax her
Past and present ♡ ☾
Tess returns home after a busy day with something on her mind, you help her get things off her chest
The calm within the storm ☆ ♡
With nothing to do with your day, Tess suggests you try something new
Holiday spirit ♡
A Christmas surprise
Touch ☆
Tess catches you taking care of yourself without her
come to mommy ☆
Tess with a mommy kink. And a strap. That’s it. That’s the fic
Doctors orders ♡
morning cuddles with Tess. Pre apocalypse
Down the barrel ☆
Tess has a gun kink. That is all.
5 times Tess kissed you and 1 time she couldn’t ♡ ☾ ☆
It’s the apocalypse, sweetheart ♡
Bills niece!reader. Frank has made friends on the radio and when they come to visit, they’re not what you expected
Bet on it ☆
Reader and Tess have a bet on who can go the longest without sex.
When the snow gives way to spring ♡
domestic fluff of Tess living with you in Jackson
the art of jealousy ☆
Tess gets jealous and puts you in your place
Touch me gently ☆ ♡
Joel’s daughter!reader. Virgin reader.
And she would rescue me ♡ ☾ ☆
Tess finds you injured and nurses you back to health and realises some things about herself along the way
Pretty little thing ☆
You’ve been trying to make Tess crack for years. And finally you make it happen
Christmas in Jackson ♡
Soft and sappy Tess in jackson and a very important question
Apartment 342 ♡ ☾
Friends with benefits was never going to work out with you and Tess really should’ve known that
Road trip ♡ ☾
It’s been months since you left Boston and you both need a little release of all the tension
Of smoking and dancing ♡
You finally convince Tess to dance with you.
You sunshine, you temptress
Tess doesn’t like Jackson. Or you. But learns to let her guard down
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So I am fascinated by how some fandoms just...spontaneously end up with some tropes repeating over and over in fic (especially explicit fics)
Like, I've never been in a fandom that had many coffee shop au's, but I know there are fandoms where they're super popular. There are fandoms with absolutely massive amounts of omegaverse and fandoms with like, none.
And sometimes it's obvious why a particular fandom ends up with a popular fic tropes: Steven Universe fandom has a lot of high-school au's. She-Ra has a lot of university au's. (These are probably the same authors at least some of the time!)
But sometimes it's a complete fucking mystery to me???
And a thought/question about explicit catradora fics under the readmore:
With the obvious disclaimer that I have not read a double-digit percentage of the explicit catradora fics on ao3 (seriously there's 1,668 of them as of right now), I have read uhhh maybe a dozen or two dozen of them?
And I'm dying to know: why is tribbing (i.e. rubbing your vulva on someone's body; sometimes the other person's vulva but in this fandom usually their thigh) so INSANELY COMMON in catradora fics?
I say this knowing that before I even read fics in this fandom, I'd already written my own tribbing scene into my current WIP! So like, I'm including myself here. I didn't even know it was such a huge thing when I wrote it. Like, I think it was the first sex scene I wrote for that fic. So it wasn't just from seeing it in other fics, which would be the obvious reason.
So imagine my surprise and amusement when I started inhaling fics and "rubbing off on each other's thighs" is INCREDIBLY common in catradora fics, whether they're pre-canon or mid-canon or post-canon or non-fantasy au or those au's where they're on modern Earth but all the partially-animal characters are still partially-animal, so like, Catra works an office job but still has cat ears and a tail (I admit I love these)
So now I'm sitting here going: why is that the sex act so many of us write???? Like we might also write oral and fingering and whatever else, don't get me wrong.
If it was just canon-ish fics I could sort of see it: I could imagine a situation where all of us are looking at Catra's claws and possibly-rough tongue and going uhhhhhhh...hm. But...everyone manages to get around that! We decide that Catra can retract her claws. Either her tongue is closer to a human's or Adora's into it lol.
I've had some theories.
My first thought was that rather than "take turns" they can kiss and face each other the whole time? And we really want that for them? (But...there are other sex acts where you can do that.)
But maybe also it's the kind of thing that is the obvious next step when frantically making out (as one might when you finally get to kiss/fuck the person you've loved and wanted most while also actively tried to hurt for the last multiple years...don't mind me just having. feelings. again. ;_;) and not wanting to separate for even a second???
I mean I say this knowing a couple of weeks ago I posted about how the first time I made out with another girl, when I was 17, she shoved her knee into my crotch and I nearly came even though we were both fully dressed lol
So are we all basing it on our own first times with another girl? Because I know that's why I wrote it.
Anyway, likely nobody will see this post lol, BUT, if you read or write she-ra/spop fics lemme know if you've noticed this (like seriously is it just the fics I personally happen to have read?) and if you have theories
Because this is not my first f/f pairing or fandom for which I have read and/or written a ton of fics (lol), but this is the first one where like, nearly every explicit fic has had "rub it out on each other's thighs while making out, either dressed or naked" in it lol
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about me
24 y/o. goes by tex. bisexual nonbinary trans man on T and pre-op.
pronouns (in order of pref): he, it, xe.
i’m working on getting over some of my internalized homophobia and transphobia, which may come across as a ‘preference’ for men and/or fellow trans people but i am bi!
👇🏻more detailed about below👇🏻
other accounts: main- @dunmertitty, horny sideblog- @illegallymale, mantits sideblog- @nonbinarybara, my nudes- @hehimh0le
im 24 and i go by tex or cody. only use he/him/his, it/its/itself, or xe/xem/xeyr for me. i’m a masc nonbinary transsexual man; you may interpret that however you wish in regards to interacting. i’m on T and pre-op.
my first priority is always fellow transexies (t4t) but im cis inclusive. im bisexual aroaceflux and will also use the following terms to describe my sexuality: transfag, transhet, bifag, bihet, nb fag, het nb. im not polyamorous or monogamous, but a secret third thing i just vibe with whatever my partner/s want. single/unpartnered atm.
i’m a switch verse but i prefer being a sub (both top & btm). i only dom when i’m topping. i’m exploring kink but below i’ll list some i’m interested in (✅), neutral/cautious about but generally will still partake in (⚠️), and limits/hard no’s (🛑). most kinks you can assume i’m into both sub (⬇️) & dom (⬆️) but i’ll mark if only one or the other
list is non-extensive and may change
✅: breeding (no preg), petplay, hard s&m⬇️, bondage, light impact play, hickeys/bruises/scratches/marks, cnc, cockwarming, piss/watersports, choking, hair pulling, service/houseboy/maid, praise, degradation, gender affirmation, bro sex/sex with the homies/straight boy roleplay, edging, overstim, frotting/scissoring/tribbing, monsterfucking, tentacles, exhibitionism
⚠️: omo/piss, hard impact play⬇️, masks/face coverings (it’s an autism sensory thing), forcefem⬆️
🛑: misgendering/detrans/forcefem ⬇️, intense impact play⬆️, scat, vomit, actual pregnancy⬇️
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Something I’ve noticed.
When you tell a Pre-Trib rapture believer they’re wrong, they tend to say “I respect your viewpoint but disagree. It isn’t a salvational issue anyway, Jesus is who saves us (:”
When you tell a post Trib/Mid Trib rapture believer they’re wrong, they usually say “you’re wrong and you’re going to hell! You aren’t a real Christian!”
My brothers in Christ… Eww. Stop with that.
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Think they have the technology to create a fake coming of Christ?
Pre-trib rapture believers better wake up.
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