Chapter 1: Perfect Dinner - Amaimon x Reader
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A perfect dinner. You made a perfect dinner tonight, trying a few new recipes for chicken that a friend has recommended. Even your annoyingly picky demon partner will agree to eat healthy vegetables with enough flavor. So why are there multiple take-out boxes now on the table? From the name on the bags, it’s from a new healthy food restaurant, which makes it even stranger that Amaimon bought them.
Peas, sweet potatoes, eggs, kale, chicken, and quinoa. “Amaimon, why did you buy all this? You don’t even like most of this.” You open a couple of the boxes; it doesn’t even look like they’ve been seasoned. “I already made dinner.”
“It’s not for me. It’s for you. Eat it.”
“No.”
He gives you a blank stare as he picks up a plate of kale. “You have to. Eat it.” He demands.
“Are you going to eat some?”
“No. I’m going to eat that.” He points at the perfect meal you’ve made.
“So why do you expect me to eat it?”
Instead of answering, he uses the key of eternity to open the door for some room in Mephisto’s house. Before you can wrap your head around what he’s doing, he picks up the dishes you made and takes them into the room. “Do you want to eat in that room?” You question him, but he returns to your apartment, leaving the food behind in the other room.
As the door shuts, he takes out the key and puts it away. "No, you're going to eat this," he orders, pointing to the table. "If you want me to eat it, you have to eat it too." There’s no way he’d agree to eat it, so you know you’ve got him backed in a corner.
“Okay.”
Your eyes widen in disbelief. “Wait, are you sick?” What are the symptoms of demons being sick? What are you supposed to do? Should you call Mephisto?
“No.”
“Then why are you being so weird.”
“You're the one acting strange. Oh, right. You need this as well.” He grabs a bag in the middle of all the take out bags and hands you an object. A small bottle of pills. “What's going on, Amaimon? What are these for?” You give him a suspicious look before flipping the bottle around to see its contents. Vitamins. You almost drop it - prenatal vitamins. “Do you think I'm pregnant?” You shake your head in disbelief and place the bottle on the table. Maybe the demon heat he experienced a while ago has affected his thinking. “I can assure you, I am not pregnant.”
His head tilts in confusion. "You don't know?" he asks. His finger points towards your abdomen as he continues, "I can hear them."
You freeze, feeling a mix of shock and disbelief at his words. "What do you mean, you can hear them?" Your voice comes out in a whisper.
Amaimon's gaze remains fixed on you, his expression unreadable as he simply says, "The heartbeats." He taps his ear lightly with a finger. "I can hear it. Two heartbeats."
“TWO?!”
Chapter 2: Amaimon x Demon reader
Notes:
Request:i was wondering if i could request an amaimon x (afab) demon! reader, maybe who was also raised by shiro and grew up with the okumura twins so she’s close to them? (but not related) and also has a hobgoblin familiar
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“How are you still alive after facing a demon king?" You look at your adoptive brother in disbelief as he shares his story with you and Yukio. “Which one was it?” You lean forward, resting your head in your hands with elbows on the table while you press him for answers.
Rin faces away while stirring the pot. “Amaimon? He was really weird.”
“Amaimon?”
“Do you know him?” Rin looks back over his shoulder.
“I know of him; you should know of him too. Demon kings are a topic you should have studied in class.” You glance at Yukio, who replies, “Yes, it was discussed in the first week of lessons. The kings, their ranks, and other fundamental details.”
“I had a lot going on, okay! So, I forgot a few things.” Rin huffs.
His response makes you raise an eyebrow. “You forgot about demon kings? I bet you were asleep.”
Yukio sighs. “Most likely.”
“Anyway~ tell me more.” You grin brightly. “I told you everything.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Tell me what he looks like.” You casually request, tossing a piece of beef jerky to your hobgoblin to keep it away from the stove.
Rin turns to face you fully. “He looked like a demon.”
“Rin, that doesn’t tell me anything.” You protest, gesturing at yourself. “I look like a demon; my familiar looks like a demon; Kuro looks like a demon; Ukobach looks like a demon, and you look like a demon, too.” As you voice your frustrations, you point at each demon in turn. “What did he look like? Tell me everything.”
“He was dressed really weird, acted weird, and spoke weird. He had like this horn on top of his head, but it was actually his hair.” He raises his hand while he talks to show an example of the hairstyle.
“Okay, I get it. Weird. What else? What color was his hair? Eyes? How tall was he?”
“Why are you so curious?”
You grin. “Maybe I’m planning to hunt him down and avenge you. Now tell me.”
“Green hair; I don’t know what color his eye color. I wasn’t exactly gazing into his eyes while he was punching my face ______.” He scowls at you as he speaks.
"That seems like the ideal moment to gaze into his eyes.” You dodge a wooden spoon aimed at your head. “I feel like, as an exorcist, you should be able to describe the demons you encounter nearly perfectly when you tell other exorcists."
“She has a valid point, Rin,” Yukio interjects, directing his attention to his older brother. “Is there anything else critical that you might have overlooked?"
“I told you everything.”
“You didn’t tell me how tall he is.”
“Why do you care?”
“Because he’s a demon king, I’m curious. What if the situation were reversed? Wouldn’t you be curious if I mentioned that I fought a demon king?”
Rin shakes his head vehemently. "No. I wouldn’t allow him to get close enough to hurt you, so we’d never be in that situation," he confidently declares.
“You really believe that? Because it seems like if he hadn’t lost interest, you’d be dead.” You tease, leaning across the table to pull on his tail. “Just look at how worn out you look after the fight; even with your healing ability, I can still tell you aren’t back to one hundred percent yet.”
Rin reaches back to grab his tail, trying to pull it away from your hand. “Stop, my tail is sensitive,” he protests, struggling to free himself. “Oh, I know. That’s why smart demons keep their tails hidden,” you tease, letting go of his tail.
“Whatever.” He huffs, “Stop bothering me, or our dinner will burn.”
Before you can comment back, your hobgoblin suddenly looks alert and runs from the kitchen. “Wait, where are you going?!” You quickly follow, nearly tripping over yourself while trying to catch up. “Stop!”
The hobgoblin ignores you, leading you to hop around and try to change into your outdoor shoes while attempting to keep them in sight. “Seriously?” you grumble, having to tie your shoes. You should’ve worn the slip-ins today.
Rin and Yukio quickly appear behind you, asking multiple questions. What’s going on? Where are you going? Do you need help? “No, no. It’s fine. I’ll be back soon.” You promise the twins as you fumble out the door.
You catch up to your familiar rather quickly; they’ve paused in front of someone else who appears to have a hobgoblin as well. The sight of the other hobgoblin wearing a harness with an attached chain piques your interest, drawing your gaze to the individual on the other end of the chain.
He speaks before you. “Huh, how did you get through Big Brother’s barrier?” His tone is oddly emotionless, and his expression matches. Your eyes scan his body.
“He was dressed really weird, acted weird, and spoke weird. He had like this horn on top of his head, but it was actually his hair.”
“Green hair; I don’t know what color his eye color. I wasn’t exactly gazing into his eyes while he was punching my face ______.”
Rin’s portrayal of the demon king lingers in your mind. While Rin didn’t give you as many details as you’d like, this demon’s tone, attire, and hair color strongly suggest he is Amaimon. You ignore his question, asking one of your own. “Are you the demon king that used my brother as a punching bag?”
“Brother?” He tilts his head in confusion. He had only heard about the twins. Is there another sibling?
“Adoptive. Shiro took me in a couple of years before the twins. I don’t know how the poor guy kept randomly ending up with kids to raise.”
“You’re a demon.”
“Yeah, I know, thanks. Regarding how I crossed the barrier, Mephisto kindly allowed me to stay with my brothers.” Initially, the plan was simply to stay with Rin. However, after Rin discovered he’s Satan’s son and losing Shiro, you ended up following both to True Cross.
The demon king nods, then pulls something from his pocket. “Big Brother asked me to stop by a bakery.” He holds up a slip of paper as he speaks. “Do you know where this is?"
Your brows raise. “You want me to help you after you beat my poor little brother?”
“I thought he would help my boredom.”
“Okay, fair enough.” You shrug; it isn’t like Rin is critically injured or died. “Which bakery are you trying to get to?”
He hands you the piece of paper that Mephisto had given him earlier. Neatly written on it is an address and details about what Amaimon is supposed to collect. Is this for someone’s birthday? Attached to the note is a receipt for the pick-up, confirming that Mephisto preordered a cake. “It’s on the other side of town.”
“Oh.” He stares blankly at the area you're pointing toward.
I guess he’s beyond lost. “I can walk with you there if you want; it’s about twenty minutes away.”
During your walk, you learn the king is a bit childish, curious about the current time period, odd, and very open. He answers every question you ask.
“What are you doing in Assiah?”
“Big Brother told me to come.”
“Are you going to kill Rin?”
“I’m not supposed to.”
“How long have you been in Assiah?”
“A week.”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t get annoyed by all your questions. He just answers and sometimes asks some of his own.
“Playing with Rin was boring; do you know how to fight?” His eyes scan your body, silently trying to determine whether or not you’d be able to entertain him.
You nod, then slowly shake your head. “Yes, I know how to fight, but I’m not dumb enough to fight a demon king. What if you’re a lot stronger than I anticipated, or I’m a lot weaker than you anticipated? Then it’s over. I’m dead. I’m enjoying life too much to risk that.”
Amaimon looks slightly disappointed with your answer but doesn’t argue.
You arrive at the bakery shortly after; it’s a cozy, tucked-away shop. No cakes are visible, just an array of breads and alternative desserts. The absence of cake displays makes you pause and question if you’ve entered the right place. An older woman with a tray of croissants greets you warmly as you step inside. “Good evening; how can I help you?” You glance at Amaimon, but he’s paying no mind to the woman-; instead, some cream filled pastries have caught his attention.
Noticing that he won't respond, you speak up for him. “We’re here to pick up a cake.” You grasp the slip of paper from Amaimon’s hand; he releases it easily, allowing you to give it to the woman.
She takes it with two hands and scans over the receipt. “Of course, the cake for Sir Faust. Let me grab that for you.”
Amaimon reaches for something in the case as she steps into the back.
"Hold on, Amaimon. Take this.” You reach for a tray and a sheet of wax paper. "First, you need to place this tray down, then cover it with the wax paper like this." As you explain, you pick up some tongs nearby. "Here, use these to pick up the pastry too.”
He is adapting well to his surroundings and follows your guidance without any issues. You appreciate that he remains calm and doesn’t exhibit the annoying, arrogant behavior that some demons do. It’s especially shocking, considering he’s a demon king. After meeting Satan, you had kind of expected other powerful demons to be complete assholes.
He piles the tray with multiple pastries, and if the woman hadn’t returned with a rather large box, you think he might’ve had to use two trays. “Here you are.” The woman smiles warmly. “Would you like those pastries too?”
Amaimon nods, passing the woman a credit card.
-
You step into an alleyway, trying to map out the city in your head. Not only to help yourself get home but the demon king too. He might get lost again by himself going home.
“Thanks.” Amaimon casually comments while pulling a key from his pocket.
You’re momentarily confused before you realize it’s a magical key. “Mephisto gave you a key? Is it for his house?” Curiosity fills you. Most exorcists have keys, but it depends on your rank for where the key can open.
Amaimon lifts the key. “Big brother said I can go anywhere with it.”
“Anywhere?”
“Yes.”
“So, like, another country?”
“Yes.”
Multiple destinations flash through your mind; you’ve never even been out of Japan. The first location that pops into your mind is Italy, but considering the Vatican is also in Italy, you brush that away. “Hey, could you take me to France? They have a lot of good desserts since you like sweets. Please.” You’re careful to use a half-joking tone. Not wanting to make it awkward, but if he has a key like that. It wouldn’t hurt to ask.
Amaimon stares at you for what feels like forever before slowly nodding. “Okay.”
“Really?! Thank you! Maybe meet here tomorrow around- oh hold on. I need to check the time zones.” You fumble with your phone, quickly pulling up the clock app to find the time. “We’re eight hours ahead of Paris, so maybe, wait, let me do the math.” You tap your fingers against your thumb, double-checking you’ve got the correct answer. “Tomorrow night at nine? Is that okay?”
When he nods, your grin brightens. “I think I love you.” You laugh, hopping on your heels. In just an hour, your night went from ordinary to strange and now amazing. You’re going to give your familiar so many treats when you get home. "Let’s meet here at eight forty-five. Thank you so much." Without a second thought, you lean in and press your lips to his warm cheek. “Ah crap, the boys are probably wondering where I am. I have to go. Bye.”
You take only a few steps away from him when you suddenly stop. Did I just kiss him? You quickly look back, but he’s gone. "Oh well, he’s cute. If he isn’t bothered, it doesn’t matter.”
“I’m cute?”
Chapter 3: Yukio X Reader - First Date
Notes:
Request -Can I please request Reader going on a first date with Yukio?? Finally someone that writes for ANE!! I'm so happy to have find you ❤ thank you!! ❤❤❤
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You face the mirror, anxiously fixing your hair as you consider which outfit suits your date with Yukio. You’re weighing two choices. Is this dress too much? Normally, you’d reach out to your friend for input, but you can picture her teasing you, and you’re just not in the mood for that.
Excitement bubbles inside you; you want to spoil this moment. After your first encounter with him, you developed a crush, just like every other girl in your grade. Now that he’s finally asked you out, it still feels surreal. Just as you’re about to resolve it with eeny meeny miny moe, you choose the dress.
The walk to the cafe is a strange mix of feeling like it takes forever yet arriving way too soon. Am I too early? You glance at your watch and see that, indeed, twenty minutes might be too soon. But since it’s a cafe, you can grab a seat. If he asks, you can just say you haven’t waited long. It’s your fault for arriving this early. As the bell jingles when the door swings open, the scent of freshly brewed coffee blends with that of pastries. “_____? Oh, you’re here early," Yukio calls from a booth at the back. “How are you?”
“You’re early too. How long have you been here?”
“I've only just arrived." The barista raises an eyebrow, likely thinking that arriving fifteen minutes ago doesn’t really qualify as just getting here.
You quickly approach the table and sit in the booth across from Yukio as he stands. “What would you like?” he motions toward the bar.
“Oh, it's fine. I can buy my own.”
“No, I invited you out. Let me take care of it. What would you like?”
“A latte.”
“Do you want a sandwich? It’s nearly lunchtime.”
“No, that’s fine," you reply, wanting to make sure he doesn’t overspend. After all, you can easily whip up something at home without the extra cost.
Yukio acknowledges your request and heads to the bar to place the orders. Moments later, he comes back with two plates, a friendly smile on his face. “I bought you this panini. I remembered that you like it.”
He remembers what I like? You smile gratefully at Yukio, touched by his kindness. As he sets the plates down, a warm flutter fills your chest, appreciating his considerate gesture. Him knowing what you prefer really shows how much he pays attention to you. Never mind the fact that you’ve had lunch with him, Rin, and sometimes other friends, so it would probably be odd if he hadn’t noticed.
"Thanks, Yukio. That's very kind of you," you reply, feeling a slight flush on your cheeks at his thoughtful gesture.
Yukio smiles at you, leading to a comfortable conversation. “I can’t believe you’re top of our class while also managing so much work as an exorcist." You exhale and take a bite of your panini. “Honestly, I'm struggling to stay on top of my schoolwork.” Yukio raises an eyebrow, surprised. “I thought you were performing well in class. Would you like some additional help?”
Your eyes grow wide. “No, no, you have more than enough on your plate. I’m doing alright, but honestly, it’s a bit stressful trying to keep up with everything. You’re incredible, Yukio.” Oh no, why did I mention that? I really hope he doesn’t think I’m a terrible student now. If he weren't sitting across from you, you’d just bury your head on the table.
Yukio bows his head, trying to hide his blush. “I’m truly not, but thank you _____.”
After your conversation, Yukio kindly offers to walk you back to your dorm. “Thank you, I appreciate it," you respond, smiling widely as he holds the café door open for you.
"I had an amazing time today," you say with a smile as you both reach your dorm building.
"Me too," Yukio replies with a soft smile. "Maybe we can go out again sometime.”
Judging by the confusion on Yukio's face, you probably look a bit more surprised than you intended. “No! I mean, yes, I’d really love that.”
A strange silence envelops you as you look at Yukio, who appears to be worried about something. You don’t notice that he is scanning the area to ensure none of his fans are nearby.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Huh?”
“Oh! I’m sorry.” He bows. “Sorry, if it’s too soon-”
“No! It’s not too soon. I mean, uh, yes, you can kiss me.” You fight back the urge to face-palm. Yukio gently cups your left cheek and leans in for a brief, sweet kiss on your lips. “I’ll see you later. Maybe tomorrow?” he asks, filled with hope. "Yeah, of course.” In a bold moment, you lean forward and press your lips against his for another quick kiss. “Okay, you can text me later about when you want to meet tomorrow. Thanks again, Yukio.”
As the door closes, you gasp in disbelief. You just kissed Yukio, and he wants to meet you again. Raising your hands, you try to hide your blushing cheeks.
Yukio stands silently for a moment outside your dorm until someone calls out to him. “Aw, was that my little brother’s first kiss?”
“Rin!”
Chapter 4: Jealous Mephisto x Reader
Notes:
Request -Can I request a jealous Mephisto x reader? Whenever he is being a bit possessive when another guy talk to reader^^
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You’re heading towards Mephisto’s office when someone calls out to you. “______, how are you?” A young man around your age grins brightly at you, a new teacher employed by True Cross Academy. You wrack your brain, trying to remember the man’s name. “Tanaka-sensei.” You nod kindly to him, unable to remember the given name he had requested you call him by.
“Please, call me Kenzo. You’re not one of my students.”
“Right, Kenzo. I’m good, how are you?”
“Great! I was wondering if you have some time this evening?”
Time for what? “I’m actually heading to the headmaster’s office to drop off some important documents.”
Kenzo’s eyes drop to the rather thick envelope in your hands. “I can wait for you.” He offers, assuming it’d be a quick drop-off. “Maybe we could see a movie? I heard there’s a new movie that’s just come out tonight.”
A voice from down the hall interrupts, causing you to glance towards the demon king, who smiles despite his clenched teeth. “_____, Tanaka-sensei,” he says, emphasizing your given name. “You know, workplace romance is frowned upon,” he declares theatrically, shaking his head in feigned disapproval.
“Sir Faust! Good evening. It’s not like that. I hoped we could watch a movie together as friends.” Tanaka looks at you anxiously, hoping you’ll support him. Neither of you wants to put your careers at risk, right? As a new teacher, he cannot afford any negative marks on his record.
The faux grin drops, “Is that so?”
“Sir Faust, I have some important paperwork for you.” You raise the file, trying to divert his focus from the poor man beside you. Of course, it doesn’t work in your, nor his, favor.
“Sir Faust?” Mephisto raises a brow at you; honestly, you could slap the demon king at this moment. “Since when do you call me Sir Faust?”
Kenzo watches in confusion. Do you have a relationship with the headmaster?
Mephisto turns his attention back to the new teacher. "I must say, your boldness in pursuing my dear ______ is quite commendable. However, I must warn you, treading in these waters may lead to unexpected depths."
Kenzo stutters, surprised by Mephisto's remarks. "I-I apologize if I offended you, Sir Faust. I was only suggesting a friendly outing.” He swallows nervously, aware of the implicit threat in Mephisto's caution. “I meant no harm," he stutters, stepping back.
Mephisto's smile widens, revealing a hint of his sharp canines. "No harm done... for now." He casually waves his hand, sending Kenzo practically scurrying away, anxious to escape the headmaster's unsettling presence.
As Kenzo rounds the corner, you face Mephisto, a look of exasperation on your face as you move closer to him. "Mephisto, you didn't need to scare him like that. Kenzo is just a nice guy looking to make friends," you scold.
Mephisto chuckles quietly, sending chills down your spine as he looks at you with an amused glint in his forest green eyes. "My dear _______, you need to realize that not everyone approaches you with genuine motives. I just had to remind our enthusiastic new teacher about the boundaries he should respect."
You let out a sigh, knowing Mephisto's words hold some truth; yet, his possessiveness still annoys you. "I can manage on my own, you know," you reply, arms crossed over your chest.
"Of course, my love," Mephisto replies smoothly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "But a little reminder now and then never hurts."
Before you can reply, Mephisto moves in closer, his captivating gaze fixed on yours. "Shall we continue our discussion in a more private setting, my dear?" he proposes, his tone suggestive.
Chapter 5: Lucifer x half angel
Summary:
Requested on tumblr with their OC
OC's name is Irena
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“Thank you for having me for dinner,” you say with a warm smile at your dear friend across the long table. “I’ve invited you here tonight to share something important with you,” Lucifer reveals as he rises to his feet. “Would you please join me?” He approaches you, extending his hand. You blink in surprise; you hadn’t been expecting much more than a meal. “Of course.” You stand, straightening your dress before you accept his warm hand and let him lead you through the hallways.
You’re surprised to be in a new part of the building, towards a room with large doors. He opens the door, motioning for you to enter. “Please.”
The room is pleasant, yet it appears less lived than expected. Instead, it showcases an almost pristine, untouched quality, contrasting with its remarkable design. To your right, there's a black sofa accompanied by a small coffee table, while a large bed lies to your left, dressed in black silk sheets and a matching comforter. “Lucifer, is this your room?” You question, gazing around the room.
“Yes, though it’s less often used.” He admits. “Recently, my vessel has improved greatly. I’ll be able to sleep here, at least for the next week.”
The air in the room feels charged with a tension you can't quite place, but you trust Lucifer and his intentions. He moves closer to you, his presence comforting.
"I have something to tell you," Lucifer starts, his voice soft yet captivating. "It's something I've concealed for far too long." He locks eyes with you, his gaze both intense and probing. Your heart pounds as you ponder what secrets he might disclose.
Lucifer tenderly cups your face, sending shivers down your spine. "I've always admired you, Irena," he whispers, his thumb gliding over your cheek. "Your kindness and strength attract me in ways I struggle to define."
You're stunned by his words, the confession leaving you breathless. “What?”
He watches your confused expression and smiles gently. He waits quietly while his words resonate with you, seeing each thought connect. “I love you,” he confesses. Before you can reply, Lucifer steps closer, softly kissing you. His warm lips against yours convey genuine feelings. In that instant, it feels as though the entire world disappears, leaving just the two of you.
As the kiss intensifies, a surge of emotions floods through you. Confusion, desire, and affection mix in a whirlwind of feelings. Lucifer's arms embrace you, drawing you nearer, and you instinctively reciprocate his kiss with just as much passion.
As you finally pull away, you are breathless, gazing into each other's eyes. His confession lingers in the air, yet you feel an overwhelming sense of correctness instead of fear or uncertainty, as if this moment was destined to unfold all along.
"Irena," Lucifer whispers, his voice barely above a murmur. "I understand if this is too much for you. But I couldn't keep these feelings hidden any longer."
“No, no. Lucifer, I love you too,” you whisper, grasping his hands. “I’ve always loved you; I just—” You hesitate, at a loss for words. You had never anticipated this moment, and hearing him express his feelings is unexpectedly overwhelming.
The demon king lowers his head, pressing his warm lips against your skin. “Irena, would you allow me to show you how deeply I love you? I struggle with this vessel, but it’s healthy enough now. However, if you'd rather wait, my love, I fully understand.” He encircles your waist, drawing you nearer, showering your neck with gentle kisses as he patiently waits for his words to catch up to you again.
“What do you mean?”
The thought that you could be misinterpreting his words occurs to you. You hesitate to agree; what if you’re not grasping what he truly desires?
“You want me to say it aloud?” He chuckles softly, a soothing sound that eases the tension swirling around you. He lifts his head to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with adoration and desire.
"Irena, my love," he begins, his voice deep and resonant. "I want to show you how much you mean to me in every way possible. I want to explore this connection between us in a physical sense if you're willing."
With a shaky breath, you give a slight nod. “Irena, I need a verbal answer.” His request blends teasing and respect for you, as he wants to hear it said out loud. "I... I want that too, Lucifer,” you finally whisper, your voice barely audible. Meeting his intense gaze, you feel the air charged with anticipation, emotions swirling in your cerulean eyes. Lucifer's expression softens, kissing your forehead gently; his touch radiates warmth and reassurance.
He silently guides you to the bed draped in black silk, his actions both intentional and gentle. As you sit beside him, your heart pounds in your chest.
Lucifer’s fingers glide along your jaw, his touch igniting shivers down your spine. His intense gaze holds yours captive, filled with hunger, as he slowly leans in, closing the distance between you. When his lips finally meet yours, it’s as if the world around you fades away, enveloping you in the warmth of a deeply passionate kiss.
As the kiss intensifies, Lucifer gently lays you on the bed, leaning over you while his hand caresses your body with tender touches. He withdraws momentarily, his right hand resting on your thigh. “Is this alright?” he whispers softly, gradually moving his hand downward until it reaches the hem of your dress. “Yes.” Upon hearing your confirmation, he gradually slides his hand beneath the dress, making gentle circles on your thighs as he moves his hand higher. His lips meet yours again, softly tracing your lower lip with his tongue, drawing your attention away from him and raising the dress to your hips. His hands rest on your bare waist beneath the dress. You moan softly as his warm tongue intertwines with yours. Raising your hands, you weave your fingers into his hair, drawing him closer as the kiss deepens.
He places four fingers on your skin, using his thumbs to hook, and slowly lifts the dress upward. Lucifer stops when the dress sits just below your breasts, pulling away to look into your eyes, quietly asking for permission once more. Slowly, you lift your upper body, your fingers grazing the dress's fabric to tug it over your head. You don’t give him time to observe your body; you pull him back into a kiss, your lips meeting his with urgency as you lay back down. His warm hands slip behind your back, gently lifting your body so he can reach around and unclip the bra.
Lucifer slowly ends the kiss but remains close. He presses his lips softly against your jaw, planting delicate kisses. His hands trace the shape of your breast, yet he keeps his eyes from wondering, waiting patiently for you to become comfortable being bare beneath him.
You gently push him back; he respectfully keeps eye contact with him. “I think you might be a tad bit overdressed.” You joke, cupping his face gently. He smiles. “Maybe a bit. Though, it could be argued you’re still overdressed yourself.” You cross your arms over your chest while slowly sitting up. “Nowhere near as overdressed as you, though.” You reply, eyeing his eye military jacket. “Of course.” He agrees, removing the clothing, the coat, and the button-up under it.
Once removed, you extend your right hand, lightly tracing his chest. “You really are better.” The last time you saw him like this, he had just awakened after sleeping the entire day; he had called for you, wearing only a jacket with something draped over his lap. Numerous wires were connected to him. “I hope you don’t mind; I just needed to see you,” he had explained himself at that time. “For now. This vessel should be healthy for a week.”
You nod, lowering one arm from your chest and putting both hands on the front of his belt. Lucifer leans in, pressing his mouth against yours as he gently pushes you back to lie on the bed; his hands cradle your breasts, gently running small circles over your nipples with his thumbs. As you moan into his mouth, he uses his index finger and thumb to pinch your right nipple gently. “My love, you’re so sensitive.” His belt is forgotten by you as you grasp his waist.
He lowers his head to your left breast, bringing it into his mouth as he reaches to undo his belt himself. You squirm at the feeling of his tongue rolling over your nipple; you hadn’t realized it would feel this good. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling the demon closer. He focuses on your other breast as he kicks off his pants. “Irene.” He lifts himself to his knees. “Will you let me continue? Allow me to taste every part of you?”
As he speaks, you subconsciously cross your legs, and he scans your body until his gaze lands on your white underwear. His eyes focused on you as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. He feels like a starving man.
“Yes, Lucifer,” you whisper as his fingers run along the scars on your legs. “Please, do as you wish.”
He pulls you closer, gently removing your underwear before lifting your legs onto his shoulders. He places gentle kisses up your leg until he is almost lying on the bed with his hot breath on your most intimate area.
Lucifer's hands gently part your legs more, giving his better access to you, his touch feather-light as he prepares you for his eager mouth. You gasp as he runs his tongue along your slit, tasting you for the first time. It’s a feeling you’ve never experienced, and you hadn’t anticipated the jolt of pleasure that would run through you with just one swipe of his tongue.
“W-what was that?”
“My love, surely you know.”
“I know! I know, it’s just never felt like that.” You gasp, nearly breathless from that one action.
He sits up slightly, replacing his mouth with his thumb, running small circles over it, watching you squirm under him. “Never felt like that with who?” He knows you’re an adult, and it shouldn’t matter, but if you’re going to mention it while in his bed. He wants to know.
“Me, Lucifer.” Is it normal for a partner to make you feel this much better than you can do for yourself?
His eyes widen in surprise, though a pleased look quickly replaces it. “So, it’ll only be me.” He whispers. He’ll be the only one that’s able to ever touch you like this. Love you like this. Lucifer lowers his head again, wrapping his lips around your clit before gently sucking. It’s almost overwhelming, the pleasure that washes over you; Lucifer forcefully holds you to keep you from jumping away. You switch the grip from the sheets to his hair, tugging him closer as he runs his tongue around your clit before moving lower, probing at your entrance with his tongue. The sounds he’s making as he devours you are wet and sloppy, almost seeming like a starving man.
A tightness in your abdomen has you moaning his name loudly, pulling him as close as possible while crossing your ankles. ”Please, Lucifer.” You beg the king, needing a release. When he swirls his tongue around your clit again, you come undone, releasing all over his face. When your legs relax, threatening to pull away, he wraps his hands around your thighs, refusing to allow you to move until he’s cleaned you.
Lucifer gently lifts your legs off his shoulders and kisses your inner thighs tenderly, moving up to your hips as he helps you lie back on the bed. His eyes meet yours, filled with love and concern.
"Are you alright?" he asks softly, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. You nod, still catching your breath, a blissful smile on your lips.
"I...I've never felt like that before," you manage to say, almost in awe of the experience. Lucifer smiles.
"That's because it's never happened before," he says. "And it will only happen between us." He leans in close to you, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers into your ear, "I'm honored that I can give you this kind of pleasure, Irena. It's a privilege I don't take lightly."
You stare into his beautiful emerald eyes, barely noticing him slowly removing his boxers, revealing his impressive length. Your breath hitches at the sight of him, and a shiver runs down your spine when he brushes against your thigh. “Lucifer?” You push him away a bit to observe his body better. It’s the first time you’ve seen a man intimately, and you can’t help but feel a little curious.
He notices your nervousness and gently takes your hand, placing it on his lower abdomen. “Do not be afraid, my love,” he says softly. You relax a bit at his words.
“May I?” You ask tentatively, looking up at him for permission. Lucifer nods, and you take him in your hand.
He groans at the contact, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as you start to move your hand up and down his length. “So soft.” You murmur to yourself, surprised by the soft texture and warmth.
“Soft?” Lucifer raises a brow.
“You know what I mean.” You gently squeeze.
Lucifer watches you with darkened eyes as you pleasure him, relishing in the sight of you taking control. He can feel himself getting closer to release with each stroke of your hand. But that’s not what he wants. This vessel is weak, and he doesn’t want to risk not being able to continue with your pleasure.
With a growl, Lucifer flips the two of you over, so he is on top. His lips crash onto yours again as he presses himself against your entrance.
“Are you sure about this?” He asks breathlessly between kisses. You nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside of you.
Lucifer pushes into you inch by inch until he is fully sheathed inside of your tight heat. “Are you okay?” He whispers, steeling himself not to move until you’re comfortable. He observes you, checking for any signs you might need to stop. “Lucifer.” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He picks up speed, though he is careful and conscious of his movements. “Please, can you?” You stop yourself, unsure how much his vessel can handle. You don’t want to make him feel guilty if he’s unable to perform faster.
Lucifer quickly realizes what you want to say and answers your partial question by kissing down your neck while increasing his pace. The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping, and you have to keep yourself from digging your nails in his back when he hits a sensitive spot that nearly has you seeing stars. Your back arches, and you call out his name. Lucifer angles himself more carefully, focusing on the spot inside you that only he’ll be able to touch. He moves his thumb to your clit, making small circles that have your toes curling, and the knot in your stomach feels much tighter than before. “Please, I’m going to. “
“Go ahead,” he whispers, his breath hot against your lips. His mouth covers yours as you surrender to the pleasure coursing through your body. With each thrust, he groans deeply, his movements becoming more urgent and intense.
You moan as you tighten around him, your wall clenching as your climax hits you hard. You grasp the back of his head, pulling him closer while lifting your hips at the feeling.
As your muscles relax, his movements become more frantic, desperate for release. He gasps for air beside your ear. “Do you want me to pull out?” he asks, his voice strained with desire and need.
“Do you want to?” you ask in return, a hint of playfulness in your tone.
He looks at you with intensity, his eyes searching for an answer. “Answer me, or I will pull out,” he warns, his voice low and commanding.
Without hesitation, you wrap your legs tightly around him, pulling him closer. “Don’t,” you whisper urgently, conveying both your desire and need for him to stay inside of you.
Lucifer lets out a guttural groan as he finds his own release, his hot seed filling you completely.
He peppers kisses along your neck and collarbone before pulling out of you gently. He collapses beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks softly, concern etched on his face as he looks down at you.
You smile up at him, still in a blissful post-orgasmic haze. “No, not at all,” you assure him before snuggling into his chest.
He returns your smile before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. Its tenderness causes your heart to swell with emotion for this man who has captured it completely.
“Stay with me tonight,” Lucifer requests when he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes searching yours.
“Of course,” you reply without hesitation.
Chapter 6: Amaimon x Demon reader 2 (smut)
Summary:
Requested on tumblr.
Chapter Text
Rin raises an eyebrow while observing you smile at your phone. Although he invited you to join him and the other exorcist students, you’ve spent the entire time grinning at your device like an idiot. “Who are you texting?” he asks.
“A friend.”
"The only friends you have are at this table," Rin says flatly.
“That’s not true!”
The pink-haired teenager sitting across from you leans in with a playful grin, saying, “I bet it’s a guy~.”
“Shut up, Shima!” You snap, kicking him under the table.
A shocked look crosses Rin’s face. “A guy? Are you really talking to a guy?” He quickly grabs the phone from your hand and holds it out of reach. “Rin! Give me back the phone.”
“No, I have to make sure he respects my sister,” he insists, trying to unlock the phone while keeping it just out of your reach.
Yukio shakes his head at his siblings’ behavior. “You need to be more respectful to our older sister." He takes the phone from Rin and hands it back to you. You receive another text as soon as the phone is back in your hands.
That sounds boring. Come play with me instead.
You bite your lower lip as you read the text. Spending time with your friends isn’t boring; however, spending time with the demon king does sound more appealing at the moment. But if you leave now, Rin will realize something is up and start stalking you or something.
Since meeting the demon king a few months ago, he’s become a staple in your life. Even if Rin swears, he was trying to kill him and almost killed Shiemi. You were there during the camping trip; you didn’t see him trying to kill Shiemi, just using her to pull Rin out, and it worked. Also, you’re aware Amaimon isn’t allowed to kill Rin. That night, both you and Rin were exposed as demons. The young exorcists surprisingly accepted you nearly right away, even while still feeling weary of Rin.
You had thought that Rin had exorcised him. Therefore, when he showed up on your sofa two weeks later, complaining that you took too long to return home, you were overwhelmed with feelings and accidentally kissed him. However, he didn’t let you pull away to apologize. Instead, he leaned in when you attempted to part, preventing you from disconnecting from his lips.
Wait at my apartment; I’ll be home in about an hour.
No.
No?! What do you mean ‘no’?
His silence makes you a bit anxious. You look down at your plate, noticing only a few bites remaining. You hurriedly finish, trying not to make it too obvious that you want to leave the restaurant quickly. It seems to fool everyone except Rin, and Yukio from the look he gives you as you stand, attempting to walk off. “I just remembered I have something important to complete. I’m sorry to leave a bit early.” The others nod, telling you goodbye with Shiemi, even trying to make plans for the next time you get to hang out.
Rin is on your heels as you leave the restaurant. “_____, where are you going? Why are you suddenly busy? Are you actually talking to a guy?” He grills you as he falls into step beside you. “Rin, I’ve got something I have to complete.”
“What is it.”
“It’s personal.”
“Fine, but if you have a boyfriend, you know you have to introduce us, right? I need to make sure he’s a good person.”
You pause, giving him an unimpressed look while tugging on his tail. “I don’t have to do anything, Rin.”
“Ow! That hurts!”
You pull a few more times before letting it go. "Quit making noise and return to the restaurant. Unless you want Shima to make a move on Shiemi since you’re too scared to ask her out yourself.”
Rin wraps his tail around himself protectively, narrowing his eyes at you. “Fine, but I will find out who he warns before walking away.
You’re walking past a small alley when someone unexpectedly grabs your wrist, yanking you into their embrace. The rich, earthy scent of nature envelops you, instantly identifying the figure behind you. As you realize it’s Amaimon, tension releases from your body, and you relax in his arms. “Amaimon, what are you doing? I told you to wait at my apartment.” His hold tightens, simmering with frustration, as he growls softly in your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “Why are you touching another demon’s tail?” Possessiveness laces his words, turning them into a hiss of jealousy, while his hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers exploring as they delicately grasp your tail, a gesture both tender and fervently protective. “Doing this in front of me, you must want me to kill your brother.”
“What are you talking about?”
Amaimon sighs, continuing to run his fingers along your tail. “Is this because you were raised by a human that you’re unaware?” He questions, continuing his actions. “Does it feel good?” The longer he touches it, the more sensitive it feels. “Y-yeah.” His lips brush against your ear as he speaks. “No other man should see or touch you like this and never touch another demon like this.” He warns, and you begin to realize demons’ tails aren’t as innocent as you initially imagined.
"Wait, Amaimon, what do you mean by 'never touch another demon like this'?" Your voice trembles slightly as you question him; other than kisses here and there, he’s never said anything about a relationship. Sure, you want one, but you weren’t going to expect a demon king to want something serious with you.
Amaimon leans in even closer, his warm breath tickling your skin as he murmurs, "You belong to me." His voice is low and possessive.
“Wait, wait.” You pull away from him completely. “Belong to you? Since when?” As you speak, your tail slips back under your shirt. “We aren’t in a relationship, and you haven’t even confirmed whether or not you want to date me.”
His golden eyes lock onto yours; the possessive expression quickly turns blank. “What?”
“What do you mean by 'what'? You haven't even officially asked me out or anything.” Sure, you don't have much experience in relationships, but this feels more like friends who occasionally kiss. It's almost like you're friends with benefits without taking it too far, right?
He just stands in front of you, staring for another minute before turning to walk away.
You stare at the wall, unsure what to do—confused by his reaction. Did he think you two were in a relationship? Had you just been an idiot all this time and didn’t realize your friendship had morphed into a romantic relationship? Guess I messed that up.
Mephisto observes his brother with curiosity. Just moments ago, Amaimon had burst into his office, appearing unusually annoyed. Initially, Mephisto thought it might involve Rin. When asked, Amaimon simply shook his head, remaining tight-lipped about what was bothering him.
“Amaimon, sit down and tell me what’s wrong. I’m a busy man, you know.”
He doesn’t sit, but he does pause and turns to look at his older brother. “I’ve been courting her for weeks now, and she’s been receptive.”
“What?” Mephisto’s eyes widen; this is the first he’s heard Amaimon has taken an interest in someone. Let alone the fact he’s interested enough he’s courting her. “Who have you been courting?”
“You told me I should check online if I had questions about Assiah. It indicated that courting rituals in Assiah include having conversations, texting, giving gifts, physical affection, and taking trips together." He begins pacing again as he speaks. “I’ve done all of these things. So why did she say I haven’t been courting her?”
“Have you been courting a human?”
“No.”
“So, who have you been courting? I don’t know of anyone nearby for you to court besides-” Mephisto blinks, disbelief washing over his face. He hadn’t even realized that Amaimon had encountered her; he definitely hadn’t mentioned it. No, that’s absurd; she knows how Amaimon assaulted Rin and even threatened her other friends. It can’t be true. “Are you pursuing Rin’s older sister?”
“Yes.”
Mephisto rubs his forehead in frustration. However, _____ would never choose to be with someone who harmed her cherished younger brother. Didn't Amaimon disclose his true identity? "I'll call her," Mephisto resolves, aiming to resolve the situation before Amaimon causes any harm. It's better to address this issue promptly now.
“No. She’s mine.”
Mephisto's brow twitches as he speaks. "I can assure you, I have no interest in her. I am going to call her for you."
“No.”
"Fine," Mephisto concedes, raising his hands in surrender. "Just ask her if she realizes you're trying to court her. Sometimes, humans can be oblivious, so it might require a straightforward approach." Amaimon begins to protest, but Mephisto interrupts him. "I understand she's not human, but she was raised by one. If her response disappoints you, you will NOT harm her.” Mephisto’s voice adopts a menacing tone as he stresses the last point sentence.
A shiver runs down Amaimon’s spine at the threat. “Okay, bye.”
Mephisto exhales, bracing himself for the tantrum he knows will come from his younger brother when he returns tonight. It feels like there's always some absurd drama with his siblings.
It’s nearly one in the morning, and you’re lying in bed, scrolling through your phone when the bedroom door opens. You jolt, startled for a moment, but you relax upon noticing the spike on the dark figure’s head. “Amaimon? What are you doing here?” He never randomly shows up at this hour. Instead of answering, he walks quietly around to your side. As your eyes adjust, you see him more clearly. He’s dressed differently than usual—or, rather, he’s wearing less than you’re accustomed to. You’ve seen him without the jacket but never without the vest or arm warmers. Now, he stands before you, wearing only the button-up t-shirt and unusual pants. “Are you okay?”
The more you stare at him, you notice that his shirt’s first couple of buttons have been undone. Was he in the middle of undressing when he decided to visit me? Staring at you blankly with a disinterested tone, he states. “You’re mine.”
He climbs over you on the bed. “Big Brother said you probably didn’t notice I was courting you. I don’t care. You’re still mine.”
“Wait, courting? Courting? As in for a future marriage? Engagement type of courting?” You attempt to push him back like you had in the alley, but this time, it’s like pushing against a stone wall; he won’t budge.
Amaimon gazes down at you, his expression unreadable as he pins you to the bed with his weight. His golden eyes lock onto yours, filled with a possessive intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I have courted you in the ways of Assiah," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "You accepted my gifts, my gestures of affection. You are mine.”
Amaimon's long, dark claws brush gently against your jaw, sharply contrasting with the strength he's using to hold you in place.
"Hold on a moment. Just how long have you been courting me? You’re a demon king; what would interest you in courting me?”
“You’ve proven you’ll be a good mate for me, and I’ve proven I’ll be a good mate for you.”
You try to think back to when you’ve ever made Amaimon believe you’d be a good mate. You don’t even know anything about demons regarding the way they mate. I’m an awful demon; I don’t even know these important details. You frown to yourself, ashamed you don’t know these things. “Tell me how I’ve proven it.”
Amaimon’s blank stare feels like it’s penetrating you. “You chose me.”
“Huh?”
“You chose me over your brothers, over humans.”
When did I choose him over Rin and Yukio? Your eyes widen as you wrack your brain, trying to think of a time that would make Amaimon believe you’ve chosen him over them. But nothing comes to mind. “I did? When?”
“Often, even tonight.”
Your eyes widen at his words. He’s right. Multiple times, you’ve brushed Rin off because Amaimon wanted your attention. You’ve left early because Amaimon told you he wants to spend time with you. You’ve been choosing him over your brothers.
Amaimon's grip on you tightens as he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. "You've always chosen me, even when you didn't realize it," he murmurs, his tone possessive yet strangely gentle. He leans down, pressing his warm lips against yours. “I wasn’t going to say anything about it tonight, but then I saw you and Rin when you were walking home.” One of his hands slips under the long t-shirt you use as pajamas to grasp your tail. Starting at the base of your tail, he runs his claw along to the fluffy tip. Then he gently tugs, causing you to gasp. “Do you still think touching your brother like this is appropriate?” As a jolt of pleasure runs throughout your body, you quickly shake your head. “I didn’t know.” You admit moaning at the sensation. “I won’t do it again.”
As he gently runs his fingers along your tail, you feel something wrapping around your wrist; you glance to the side and notice it’s his tail. “Wait, stop.” You push against him softly. “I’ve never seen your tail like this.” You mutter, sitting up to touch it. It feels just like yours and Rin’s, but the color matches his hair. Dark green, with a fluffy tip being a slightly light green. “I didn’t know your tail looked like this.” You had seen his tail before when he changed into his demon form. It was thick and looked like a reptile tail. While you hadn’t really put much thought into his tail in this form, you assumed it would’ve been like what you saw that night, just thinner. You run your claws gently over it, observing the color closely and the fact it’s the same as yours and Rin’s. So, do all demons in a humanlike body or vessel have tails like this? With your focus only on his tail, you don’t notice what it’s doing to him. When he lets out a low groan, you turn your attention back to the rest of him. He stares at you with lidded eyes. “Oh! I’m sorry.” You hold your hands up. “I was just curious; I wasn’t thinking.”
Amaimon lifts his hands to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. While he’s lean, he’s a lot more muscular than you had imagined he’d be. You can’t pull your eyes from the lean muscles on his torso. Amaimon shrugs off the shirt and watches you eyeing his body. “You’re attracted to this vessel? Good.”
Vessel? That’s right, this isn’t his real body. Him and Mephisto need vessels to live in Assiah. Is his true body what I saw the night Rin last control, or does he have another body? Your thoughts come to a standstill when you notice Amaimon taking off his pants. As he pulls off the pants, he removes his underwear, too. Embarrassed, you cover your face. “Why are you covering your face?” Amaimon questions apathetically.
“Sorry, I’ve never seen a guy like this.” You whisper awkwardly.
A hint of confusion flashes in Amaimon’s eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Of course, this is a time you can’t read between the lines.” You complain, embarrassed you’ll have to say it aloud. You uncover your face but keep your eyes above his waist. “Amaimon, I’ve never been intimate with someone before.”
“You’re a virgin?” He sounds slightly shocked.
“Why are you so surprised? I grew up in a church my entire life, and besides, how could I explain this to a human boy?” you ask, raising your tail.
Amaimon pushes you back down against the bed. Slipping his hands under your shirt to rest on your waist. “Because you’re a virgin, I’ll be gentle this time.” He promises, pulling the shirt over your head.
As he positions himself over you, a warm hardness presses against your upper thigh, and you can feel his breath on your skin. Your wrists are gently taken hold of and secured above your head as he kisses you passionately, his tail entwining with yours. His lips trail down to your neck, nibbling and kissing before returning to your mouth. His tongue slips between your parted lips, exploring every corner with passion.
Your body responds eagerly to his touch, lifting your hips and accidentally brushing against his throbbing member. He groans loudly, and the kiss becomes more frantic, his hands roaming over your skin with a feverish need. You catch his lower lip between your teeth, sucking on it gently before Amaimon breaks away from the kiss.
His hands slowly trail down your body, leaving a trail of heat. Softly caressing your breasts, his lips follow in their path, leaving hot kisses and nibbles along the way and finally reaching the waistband of your underwear.
Amaimon’s fingers grip the waistband of your underwear as he pauses and gazes at you in silence. Realizing he is waiting for your consent, you lean closer and press your lips to his. “I never imagined you’d be so considerate.” You whisper against his lips. He pulls the fabric down your legs slowly. "Oh, were you imagining this?" he asks. "What were you imagining I would be like, _____? Should I make your fantasy come true?"
As he speaks, his razor-sharp claws lightly tap against your thighs. "I never imagined those claws," you remark with a pointed stare. Your own claws are nowhere near that long as his look longer and sharper than you remember. Amaimon just rolls his eyes and brings his index finger up to his mouth. "It wouldn't hurt that much. You're a demon." Despite his nonchalant words, he bites down on his claw, shortening it, followed by the ones on his middle, thumb, and ring finger. You blink in surprise; you hadn’t expected him to shorten them like that. “Why do you look so surprised?”
“I-I guess I never imagined you’d be so considerate.” You admit, reaching for his hand, running your fingers over his fingertips. The claws he removed are now dull at his fingertips. You know they’ll grow back quickly; by tomorrow morning, they’ll return to the original length. But still, just knowing he cares enough about your comfort to do that. “I was just thinking you would be cautious with them. Not remove them.” You admit.
Amaimon presses you onto the bed and gently runs his hands over your bent legs. He then delicately spreads them apart, his gaze fixated on your core. “It’s better not to have them when I touch you like this.” He remarks as he traces his index finger along your slit. “Oh, you’re already wet,” he comments, lifting his finger to examine it before putting it in his mouth. “You taste good.”
“Seriously? Don’t just casually comment like that.” You whine, attempting to close your legs, but the demon king doesn’t allow it.
“Okay, I’ll just eat you out.”
“Amaimon!”
“That’s the term, right? Wait, let me think. I know some other terms. Mouth-to-genital contact, performing oral sex, cunnilingus...what else is there?”
“Amaimon! Nobody says mouth-to-genital contact!”
He smirks. "What do you want me to call it?"
You roll your eyes at him. "Just do it already."
Amaimon chuckles and then proceeds to lower his head towards your core. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin before his tongue flicks out, gently tasting you. It's an odd sensation you’ve never felt, and you feel a strange mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Slowly, he runs his tongue along you; when he reaches your clit, he lifts his hand, pulling back the hood, then runs his tongue along it. The jolt of pleasure that rushes through you is breathtaking; you jump, pushing his head away. “I-I.” You attempt an apology, but the sensation of what he did is still running through your body. You’ve never felt something that intense before. Amaimon wraps his arms around your left leg, placing his head against your knee as he watches you regain your bearings.
“If a simple touch has that much of an effect on you, I can’t wait to see how you'll react when you have an orgasm,” he says unabashedly. “Don’t pull away this time, okay?”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” You huff at the smug look Amaimon gives you.
Amaimon lowers his head to resume his actions; this time, you prepare yourself the best you can for the feeling of intense pleasure. He wraps his arms around your thighs, ensuring you won’t be able to escape his mouth, then focuses on your clit once more, using his tongue to make small circles. Your short claws dig into the mattress as you moan his name. He gives you a moment to breathe, turning his attention away from the muscle, but it’s only a short moment because his tongue starts prodding at your entrance. “Oh!” His grip on you tightens when you lift your hips at the new feeling. Another pleasure you’ve never felt, and his tongue is long. Pushing into you farther than any human man ever could. The feeling of something moving like that inside you causes your legs to tremble. Slowly, he removes his tongue, and you quickly realize why he removed the claws. It wasn’t just to make sure he didn’t accidentally cut you while touching you like you had been imagining. He slips one finger in carefully, glancing up at you as he does. “Does it feel okay?” He questions, expressionless, his apathetic tone not matching his actions of pumping his finger in and out of you. You nod. “I’ll add another then.” Carefully, he inserts two, keeping eye contact the whole time.
It's an unusual sensation, neither painful nor pleasurable, with him not moving his fingers inside you. Just different. He keeps his fingers still, allowing you to adjust and become more comfortable. Amaimon observes your reactions closely before slowly moving his fingers in and out. The odd feeling begins to turn into pleasure. When he notices you’re starting to enjoy it, he presses his thumb against your clit in small circular motions intensifying the feeling.
As his fingers curl inside you, your back arches off the bed, and a tightness forms in your abdomen. Just as you're about to reach something, he abruptly stops and removes his fingers. "Were you close to an orgasm? Oh, my bad." He gives a fake apology. "But I want you to cum in my mouth."
He smirks as you hide your face in shame momentarily before leaning back down, using his tongue to stimulate your clit while simultaneously curling his fingers inside of you. With his left hand placed firmly on your hip, he presses you down onto the bed as he continues his actions. As the knot forms again in the pit of your stomach, you reach down and grip a handful of his hair, tugging at it in desperation. A low growl escapes his lips, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. You wrap your legs firmly around his shoulders, using them for leverage as you grind against his face, seeking the release that has been building up inside of you.
“Amaimon.” You whine his name, needing something. He contemplates pulling away for a moment to tease you. But your claws are digging into his scalp, and you’re begging him so sweetly. He curls his fingers while sucking on your clit, driving you to your climax.
You moan, vision blurring while your body shakes with pleasure. Amaimon continues his actions even when your body relaxes against the bed. Lifting your head, you glance down at him and feel your face start to burn as you realize he’s focused on consuming every drop of your release. “Stop it.” You complain, trying to push him away.
“No, I told you I wanted you to cum in my mouth for a reason.” He complains, slapping your hands away. A few seconds later, he pulls away and raises a brow at how embarrassed you look.
“Are you ready?” He questions.
“For what?”
“What do you mean for what? Sex? Sexual intercourse? Love making? Penis in vagina penetration?”
Groaning, you drop onto the bed, “Why do you have to say it like that, Amaimon? Yes. Do you have a condom?” You glance at him; his eyes are wide. “Guess you’re the one unprepared.”
“You don’t have any?”
“I’m a virgin. I haven’t needed condoms before.”
His eyes are focused on a random wall, and you just know he’s trying to think of the best place to get condoms. “Have you ever slept with someone in that body?” You question, knowing he hasn’t been in the human vessel that long. He shakes his head without looking at you.
“If your body is healthy…I’m on birth control…”
Almost instantly, he’s back over you, staring into your eyes. “So, are you ready for sexual intercourse?”
“Amaimon, if you say it like that again, I will kill you.”
He smirks, lifting your left leg on his hip. “It’s not nice to threaten your mate.” He doesn’t give you time to respond to his words; slowly, he pushes the head of his member against your entrance. “Good, you’re still wet enough.” He says nonchalantly as he pulls back slightly to run his member along your folds, making sure to apply some lubrication. He then pushes in, slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. It feels different than his fingers, and it takes a moment for you to feel comfortable. Amaimon gives you some time before slowly increasing his movements, sliding in and out of your tight entrance.
“Are you okay?” He whispers, watching you carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort.
It's a fascinating feeling; you've never felt anything like this before, you feel yourself clenching around him. Your heart beats rapidly, and every time he thrusts into you, it sends shudders down your spine.
"I'm okay." You manage to say between gasping breaths. "Just different."
Amaimon smirks down at you, his eyes glinting with a playful light. "Different is good, right?" He says teasingly before leaning down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss, muffling your gasps and sighs while he continues to thrust into you at a gentle pace.
You respond to his kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. His movements becoming slightly faster now. You whimper into his mouth as he hits a specific spot inside of you that sends shivers down your entire body.
Amaimon pulls away from the kiss, his eyes locked on yours, "Are you okay?" He breathes out the words, each one a pant against your moistened lips.
"Yes," you manage to get out, your voice strained with need.
He nods and abruptly increases his pace. His thrusts are forceful yet controlled, each one sending waves of intense pleasure through your body. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, claws digging into his skin as he continues to move within you.
You call out Amaimon's name as he reaches between the two of you, his thumb focusing on your clit once again. Your body arches off the bed, eyes wide with pleasure and shock at the intensity of what you're feeling. Amaimon's thrusts are relentless but controlled, leaving you breathless.
You whimper his name again, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your breath and the slick noises. Amaimon's thumb continues its steady rhythm against you, his gaze locked onto yours as he watches your reactions to each thrust.
In the dimly lit room, his golden eyes seem to glow as he growls through gritted teeth and thrusts into you with increasingly sloppy movements.
"Amaimon," you cry out, your voice hoarse with desire, "I'm-” Your muscles clench around him, milking him as your orgasm washes over you. Amaimon groans, dropping his head to the crook of your throat and biting down.
You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him closer as he continues to move within you. Your orgasm has yet to subside, still pulsing within you with each thrust. Grabbing his hair, you tug his head up to lock eyes with Amaimon's golden ones, watching them darken with desire.
“Amaimon," you plead, your voice barely a whisper as his hips slam against yours.
Amaimon emits a low, rumbling growl, his eyes momentarily glowing red before reverting to their usual golden color. His movements become erratic, almost violent until he releases into you.
He falls on you, breathing heavily, his face nestled in the curve of your neck. "You feel good," he whispers against your skin, then tracing his tongue over the mark he left.
“You bit me.”
“I know.”
“It hurt.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY SISTER!?”
You sit up in bed, groaning. Your younger brother's screams and threats pierce the air. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you look around the room and then down at yourself. Why am I naked? You slowly blink, glancing at your body.
“WHERE IS SHE YOU BASTARD!?”
Even though you’re barely awake, Rin is already causing you a headache. Hearing a response brings it all back. "You mean my mate? She’s still sleeping.” Amaimon! Luckily, a robe is hanging by the door. You hastily put it on and fasten it before entering the living room. “Rin? What are you doing here?”
Rin stands at the doorway, sword drawn, facing a shirtless Amaimon. “What is he doing here?” Rin questions, pointing the sword at Amaimon.
“Oh, uh.” You rub the back of your neck awkwardly. “He’s my…boyfriend.”
“Mate.”
“Amaimon, shut up.”
Chapter 7: Amaimon X Reader (smut)
Summary:
Tumblr Request: hello!! could i request maybe an amaimon x reader (naturally) where reader has to take care of little hamster amaimon after him and rins fight in season 1, but she thinks amaimon did die and that mephisto just named the little hamster after him, reader could also be very vocal to the gang about her obsession with amaimon!
this is a scenario i’ve thought about a lot ngl 😂😂 like reader just gushing about how hot he is and rin being like “he’d murder you, you idiot” and reader would be like “he could murder this p*ssy” and little hamaimon just observing this all LMFAO
maybe at the end he reveals that it’s really him!
hopefully this made sense and didn’t sound crazy lmao
Chapter Text
You trug your way down the hall towards Mephisto’s office. He had called you and asked you to visit him in his office after class. You’re still in an awful mood after the camping trip. Within a few hours, you had fallen in love and then found out one of your best friends had murdered him. Sure, Amaimon might’ve been trying to kill Rin, but that doesn’t mean Rin had to actually kill Amaimon! Mephisto was there. Why hadn’t he stepped in?
Once you reach his office's double door, they open dramatically. “Ah, Miss ______.” He grins. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Hi, Mephisto.”
He frowns at your blunt tone. “Oh dear, is something wrong?”
You let my soulmate die. “Just tired.”
“I see; well, I have a favor to ask of you.” Mephisto points to a small cage sitting on the corner of his desk. “I’m afraid I don’t have the time to take care of my hamster.” Sitting between the cage and Mephisto, you notice a small green fluff ball for the first time. “Did you dye him?” Hamsters are supposed to come in green. “No, he’s one a billion. Can you believe the pet shop was going to throw him out because of his color? I just had to save him! But I’ve now realized I don’t have the time. “His name is Amaimon. He’s even got a small cowlick on his head that reminds me of my younger brother. So, I just had to name him Amaimon.”
You step closer to the hamster, reaching out. He hisses, warning you not to touch him halfway to him. Mephisto drops his hand, hitting the desk not far from where Amaimon is standing. “He won’t harm you; I think he’s just a little surprised.” His comment sounds more like a threat. “Anyway~ so here are all the supplies you need.”
“I didn’t agree to take him.”
“Well, it’s an order.”
“Huh?”
“I’m ordering you to take him.”
“Seriously? I’ve never had a hamster before. What if I accidentally kill him?”
“I assure you, you won’t kill him. So-“ He stands from the desk, grabbing the cage and hamster. “Take good care of him.” He demands, placing the cage in one of your hands and the hamster in the other.
“Little Amaimon. What are you doing? You’re not supposed to eat that.” You sigh, watching your hamster stuff multiple candies in his mouth. You had panicked the first time, called the vet (who wasn’t much help), then Mephisto, who didn’t view it as a big deal. ‘If he gets sick, stop by my office with him; I’ll get a specialty vet if needed.’
He ignores you, of course, even going so far as to climb the candy bowl and drop into it. “You're contaminating my candy. You’re lucky I love you,” you huff, gently patting the little hamster on the head.
Not long later, there’s a knock on your door, Rin. You call for him to come in.
“You’re late, Rin. I have important things to do today.”
Rin kicks off his shoes, switching into the guest slippers. “I’m sorry, I got caught up in something. You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked.” He gently scolds as he steps into the living room.
“What’s that?” Rin points at your candy bowl, where little Amaimon is casually sitting. “Oh, it’s my hamster, Amaimon. I’ve had him about a week now; isn’t he cute?” You pet his head affectionally.
Rin looks at you like you’re crazy. “Seriously? Amaimon? I thought you were over that stupid crush.”
Little Amaimon’s head pops up.
You frown at his words. “One: Mephisto named him. Two: It’s not just a stupid crush; I’m still mad at you for killing him.”
“Mephisto?”
“Yeah, apparently, he rescued little Amaimon from a pet shop but then realized he doesn’t have time to care for him.”
Rin raises a brow and reaches to pet the hamster’s head. Once Rin is close enough, Amaimon bites the finger coming towards him. “Ow!” “Right, I forgot to say he’s bitten everyone he’s come across except Mephisto and me. He even bit Shiemi yesterday.”
“You could’ve told me that before I tried to pet him!”
“You could’ve asked before you tried to pet him.”
“Right. Sorry. Anyway, you’re still going on about Amaimon?” Rin glances at the little hamster on the table. “The demon Amaimon.”
“Rin, he was so attractive; I swear it was love at first sight.” You sigh dramatically.
“I don’t think he even noticed you.”
You cover your heart, “Why do you have to be like that? You murdered the love of my life, and you’re going to be cruel and tell me something like that.” Rin gives you an unimpressed look. “Okay, sure. He didn’t notice me. But who’s fault is that? He didn’t have time to notice me because you murdered him.”
“_____, he would have murdered you.”
“He could murder this pussy.”
Rin’s expression twists in disgust, and just when you’re about to tell him you’re joking, kind of. There is a light sound of choking. “Amaimon!” Your eyes widen as your little hamster is choking on a piece of candy. “What do I do?” As you’re reaching out to him, he clears his throat. “Amaimon, you scared me!” The little hamster stares at you for an unsettling amount of time before jumping back into the candy dish.
“Maybe you shouldn’t feed him candy?”
“I don’t just feed him candy; he finds candy himself and eats it. I’m not actively giving him candy.” You frown, watching little Amaimon to make sure he’s safe. “Anyway, you said you need help with some homework, so pass it here.”
Another week goes by, and you’re on the way to see your friends with little Amaimon sitting on your shoulder. Throughout the last week, he seems to have become clingy. Squeaking at you as you’re getting ready to walk out the door. He squeaked at you again nonstop once you got home; the first two times were too much; he let you know he was angry with you for way too many hours after you returned home.
Once you arrive at the location, you see Shima is the first of your friends to come. He waves you over, and with your black jacket on, the little tuff of green fur really sticks out. “Oh hey, is that little Amaimon? Shiemi was talking about him.” You sigh, nodding, petting his head. “Yeah, recently, I’ve had to bring him everywhere. Not sure why he’s become so clingy.”
“It doesn’t annoy you?”
“It helps take my mind off the fact Rin killed perfection.”
You talk about Amaimon any chance you get, going on about how attractive he is, how you could see your life flash before your eyes the moment you saw him—falling in love and having cute children who look just like him because who wouldn’t want their children to look like perfection?
Shima rolls his eyes. “It’s just a fleeting crush; you would’ve lost interest by now if he hadn't died.”
“Did you not see how hot he was? There’s no way I’d ever lose interest in someone like that. I’d do almost anything to get a chance to be with him, even if only an hour.”
“Is this some kind of kink?” Shima laughs. “Cute little schoolgirl wanting the bad boy just to have his way with her.” You scowl at him. “It’s not a kink, but also, yeah.” During your conversation, little Amaimon starts to nuzzle against your neck.
Shima laughs at the sight. “Maybe he thinks you’re talking about him.”
“You know, he’s starting to let others touch him now.” You grin, reaching up to gently pat little Amaimon’s head. “He’s so soft.”
“Can I pet him?”
“Of course. It shouldn’t be a problem. He even let a random guy pet him the other day.”
Shima grins brightly and leans forward to pet little Amaimon’s head. Without hesitating, Amaimon steps away from your neck, bites Shima hard, hisses at him, and then presses himself against your neck once more. “_____!” Shima whines, pulling his hand to his chest.
“I lied.” You shrug, patting Amaimon.
“No shit! That hurt.”
“He still doesn’t like others, but he’s becoming more affectionate with me.” Amaimon coos and nuzzles you as you speak.
Bon and Konekomaru join you two, hearing the last bit of the conversation. “Maybe he likes you. Have you thought about getting him a hamster friend?” Bon questions, eyeing the little hamster. He’s met little Amaimon a few times, and the hamster seems to hate him more each time they meet. He’s pretty certain the little hamster is glaring at him.
You hum in thought. “I don’t know; it’s nice to have his affection. But maybe you’re right. He might prefer another hamster. Wait, let me google it.” You open your phone and quickly search if hamsters should live with other hamsters. “Okay, well, you’re wrong. They fight, and sometimes it’s to the death. I will never let little Amaimon get hurt like that.”
Konekomaru gives you a curious look. “Why don’t you try searching if it’s normal for them to be affectionate with their owner.”
You scan the different results of Konekomaru’s suggestion. “From what I’m reading, it’s not normal for them to be as affectionate as Amaimon. That’s odd.” You remove little Amaimon from your shoulder, bringing him to eye level. “You’re too cute. I love you.”
“He’s weird.” Rin appears, side-eyeing Amaimon. He’s tried to befriend the little hamster multiple times, but Amaimon won’t have it. “Leave him alone, he’s amazing. I love him.”
Rin snorts. “Okay _____. You have bad taste in guys and hamsters.”
You scowl, stepping closer to Rin. “You’re just jealous.”
“Of what?” He steps forward.
“That little Amaimon doesn’t like you.” Another step.
“I don’t care.” Another step.
“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have been trying to get him to warm up to you all week.” Amaimon hisses at Rin’s proximity to you, the hissing boarding a type of growl. Which hamsters are not supposed to be able to do, according to your research. Weird, he must really hate Rin.
While you and Rin argue, you don’t notice the other girls step up. “She’s clearly using him as emotional support because she’s having trouble getting over the death of a demon who wasn’t even aware she existed.” Izumo sighs.
Amaimon huffs to himself, sick of being around the damn exorcists, but he knows you won’t leave anytime soon. If that bastard didn’t look at you the way he does, he wouldn’t have to stay with you every time you leave the apartment. He glares at Bon from his place on your shoulder before nudging the edge of your shirt to tuck himself under it and rest against your skin so that the idiots won’t be in his sight.
Bon raises a brow. “Did he just tuck himself under your shirt?”
“Yeah, so? Leave him alone, he’s comfortable.” Little Amaimon’s sharp claws softly touch your side as he adjusts for a more comfortable position; you raise your hand to pat him softly.
A month passes, and little Amaimon has become even more clingy; you hadn’t thought it was possible. You bought him some really nice tunnels that were kind of expensive. He glanced at them and completely ignored them. Other little items the internet swear hamsters will love you’ve purchased. Nope. He wants nothing to do with any of it. Now, he won’t even stay in his cage. He will squeak at you nonstop until you open the door and let him out. You called Mephisto about it; he just claimed Amaimon is more intelligent than other hamsters and maybe more like a dog. Or even a cat since he seems to hate most things. He recommended just letting little Amaimon have more freedom.
In the first month, he’d accept being in a cage on the other side of your bedroom, and then, starting in the second month, he started screaming at you until you understood he wanted to be beside your bed on the nightstand. After maybe a week of that, he started screaming at you again. He wanted out. He wanted to sleep on your nightstand without the cage.
By the third month, the cage is completely forgotten in a random corner. You’re certain if anyone found out about his intelligence, they’d take him from you and use him for experiments. But he doesn’t get free rein in the house because he’s almost always with you. If you have something important to do, he’ll stay wherever you put him until you take him elsewhere. You’ve set up a decently large area for him to hang out while you’re at school. It’s not like the cage he was first homed in, but it has barriers, so he has to stay in that living room area when you’re at school.
“Little Amaimon, please stay here while I shower.” You set the hamster on your nightstand and quickly shower, as Shiemi had invited you for dinner.
Stepping out of the shower, irritation floods over you—you forgot your towel. Usually, your bathroom closet is stocked with fresh towels, but you completely forgot to stock it after washing. You attempt to dry off as best you can, using your hands to wipe the excess water from your body. Once you feel you won’t create a puddle on the floor, you step out of the bathroom and head toward a pile of towels draped over a chair across the room. As you cross the space, little Amaimon catches your eye. He’s perched on your bed, staring at you intently. "What’s wrong with you?" you ask the little hamster as you wrap a towel around yourself. You’ll check on him soon; he usually gazes at you like that to signal he wants something.
Once you’ve changed into something decent to meet up with Shiemi, you receive a call from someone else—your mom.
“A date?” Little Amaimon’s head shoots up; he had been ignoring your conversation. “Yes! A date, I’ve heard so many nice things about Ryuji.” You scratch Amaimon’s little head and listen to your mom talk about how good of a young man Bon is; she isn’t wrong, however, “No, I don’t want to go on a date. I already like someone. I’m supposed to be meeting Shiemi, so I really don’t have time to go on about how Bon is only a friend.” You listen to her try to convince you for a couple more minutes. The whole time she speaks, you can only picture Amaimon. “Mom, I really have to go; I’ll call you later.”
You turn your head to little Amaimon, beginning to rant more to yourself. “It’s so annoying, but I can’t get Amaimon out of my mind. I hate saying it aloud, but it’s true he didn’t know I existed before he died; I only saw him for a moment, so why am I so hung up on him?” Little Amaimon flops on his stomach, listening to you complain. The moments from that night flash through your mind. “But he was so hot, and honestly, he took my breath away for a moment. I’m basically lusting over a ghost.” You blink, returning to reality, and your face burns red at how intensely little Amaimon is staring at you. You cover your face. “I can’t believe I can’t stop thinking about fucking a guy I only glanced at for a moment. What is wrong with me? Ugh, I don’t care. There was just something about him. I love him.” You glance at your watch. “Well, shit- how long have I just been going on about how much I love a dead guy to you? I’m going to be late. Let’s go, little Amaimon. You can stay in the living room; I won’t be gone for long. Bye, love you.”
As soon as the house door clicks shut, Amaimon lets out a low growl of frustration. Easily breaking through the flimsy barriers you had put up, he scurries to the couch where you keep a landline phone for emergencies. He quickly dials a number and waits impatiently for an answer. “Hello? Miss ______?” Mephisto answers. “I want my human vessel.” Amaimon hisses. Usually, he’s more polite to his older brother, but he’s tired of listening to you go on and on about him, and he’s unable to react how he wants. With how you’ve been teasing him the last three months, and your mother is now attempting to push you into a relationship with Bon. He’ll make sure you never even humor the idea of another man when he’s done with you. “I’m afraid I’m busy this week, Amaimon. You’ll have to wait until next week.” Mephisto’s tone is filled with faux remorse. “Call me in a week.”
The following week for you is weird, little Amaimon refuses to let you leave anywhere alone. When you’d wake up for school, you’d find him sleeping on the pillow by your head. He climbs into your school bag, so you have to take him with you. It’s odd, and you aren’t sure how to react. Other than just letting him have his way, of course, you’ve googled it, and a lot of your answers were either he’s about to die, you’re about to die, or he can sense something horrible about to happen. While you don’t necessarily believe it, you take little Amaimon with you just to be safe.
But he also doesn’t like you spending time with your friends. Usually, he’d just ignore everyone and sleep unless they tried to touch him, but he didn’t allow anyone too close to you the whole week.
“Little Amaimon, I’m sorry, but you have to stay here.” You sigh, placing the little hamster in the little area you’ve set up for him in the living room. You wait for him to scream at you, but he doesn’t. He just watches you silently. That’s odd. But you don’t put too much thought into it, you’ll be late.
It’s long past the time you should have been home, and you’re concerned that little Amaimon might be hungry since you can't recall how much food he had before you left. “Finally, home,” you say, sighing as you remove your shoes and slip into your indoor slippers. “Amaimon, are you okay?” You hold your breath, waiting for a squeak or a scream to confirm that he’s not okay because you left him. But silence follows. As you enter the living room, you notice that one of the walls of his barrier has collapsed. Your heart sinks. “Little Amaimon?”
Initially, you proceed cautiously, examining every corner in search of him. You take deep breaths to hold back the tears. Your apartment is small; even with his petite size, there aren’t many places to hide, especially with his striking green fur. After a complete search of the apartment, you check the bed once more, carefully pulling back the sheets and lifting the pillows. He’s not there. A sob escapes as you start to search the house more frantically, remaining careful not to accidentally harm him if he’s somehow slipped by unnoticed. Yet, he’s not there. He’s gone.
You wake up sore the following day. You had slept on the floor because you were worried little Amaimon might need you and can’t get to you if you’re in the bed. But it was pointless because he’s still missing. As you get ready for school, you feel trudging through sand. Your limbs feel heavy, and you keep trying to find the little hamster, but he’s gone. You have to drag yourself out of the house; thankfully, Shiemi is already outside waiting for you, wearing a huge grin.
“Hi Shiemi.” You mumble weakly.
“I’m going to tell Rin today!”
Your eyes widened; you and Izumo had just talked about it with her last night. You give the best grin your body will allow while nodding. “That’s great, what will you say to him?”
As she shares what she wants to say, you just become more and more confused. “Wait, really?” You had been expecting her to be ready to confess to Rin, not whatever the hell she is going to tell him. “But isn’t high school the perfect time to fall in love- ah, never mind. You’re right. If you want to become stronger first, then good.”
“Thanks! Wait, where is little Amaimon?” She gives you a curious glance; the tiny green hamster is usually on your shoulder.
Tears that you hoped to hold back begin to fall. “I-I don’t know. He- it doesn’t matter. I probably just overlooked him.” You wipe your eyes as you talk. “I’m sure I can find him when I get home.” You keep quiet about the hours you spent searching for him last night and a significant part of this morning. “Let’s go; we don’t want to be late for school.” You smile despite the tears flowing.
“Shiemi, I’m going to go ahead and get to class, okay?” Normally, you would’ve walked with her to be moral support with Rin, but you just don’t have it in you; your whole body hurts, and your eyes burn from rubbing them too much. You wave over your shoulder, not listening to her telling you she’ll see you later. Once in your class, you drop your head to the desk, trying to think of places you might’ve accidentally missed while looking for your hamster.
Classmates start trickling in; you don’t acknowledge any of them, keeping your head down, even as someone sits next to you. Did you maybe accidentally left the door cracked open? Leaving some treats outside your door might help. Why hadn’t you thought about this before getting to school? Your seatmate pokes your shoulder, and you raise your hand in greeting but don’t bother lifting your head. Too engrossed in ideas of how to find little Amaimon. Your seatmate leans closer, lowering their voice to a whisper.
“So, murder your pussy?”
Your eyes snap open; why does that voice sound familiar? Quickly, you sit up, snapping your head to the left. The person next to you arches an eyebrow, a lollipop dangling from his mouth. “Anything else I can do for you, ______?”
“W-what? Wait. Amaimon?” Your hands start to shake. “You’re alive? Wait, what are you talking about? How do you know me?”
“Hmmm? You’ve been taking care of me the last three months.”
You stare long and hard before it clicks. Mephisto can turn into a white dog. Did that bastard give you his brother? This whole time, you’ve been living with Amaimon. He was there for everything; you said so many things that you would’ve never said to him if you had known he was there.
“You heard everything.” You groan, dropping your head to the table. He had been with you twenty-four-seven for three months. “Yes.”
You don’t even know how to wrap your head around this: the demon that you’ve fallen for, who is supposed to be dead, is alive and has been your pet hamster for the last three months?
Wait, your head snaps up. He’s seen me naked. All the times you’ve changed with him casually sitting in your room.
.
.
.
.
.
“Bye.” You stand, but the demon beside you is faster, gripping your wrist and pulling you back into the seat. “Sit down.”
“I suddenly remember I have something important to do.”
“No, you don’t.”
You sink into your chair, having a million questions but too embarrassed to ask any of them. His hand is still wrapped around your wrist. You can’t look at him, which is a shame because, from the one glance you did get, he looks so much better than you remembered.
His grip tightens on your wrist. “You’re not getting away from me. Three months.” He growls in your ear.
Is he angry that you’ve been treating him like a hamster for three months? But Mephisto had told you, you would have been more than happy to take him in knowing the truth.
“I’m sorry-“
Amaimon grips the front of your uniform, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "For three months, while I was trapped in that vessel, unable to act, you’ve been teasing me. Now that I finally have this vessel back, we’re going to make up for those last three months I couldn’t touch you.”
“What?”
“That’s what you want, right?” He leans closer, running his claws along your thigh. “We can go home now. Who cares if we miss a few classes.” Despite his words, his tone makes him sound bored. Honestly, you want nothing more than to jump on him, exclaim your love, and, let’s be honest, let him have his way with you. However, you’re in the middle of a classroom, and this is a shock. “Wait, I need answers. How are you here? Why would Mephisto want me to take care of you for three months? I don’t understand.”
He stares blankly at you and obviously doesn’t care to share all the details with you. “Big brother said I could have my freedom if I follow the rules as a student.”
“Okay, and why were you a hamster in my home for three months?”
He refuses to answer.
Fine. “Leaving class early is against the rules.”
Amaimon pulls away from you and glares. “Also, I’ve got a test in chemistry this afternoon that I can’t miss.”
His glare doesn’t soften; he doesn’t care if you have a test. You’ve been teasing him for three months now.
“If we leave now, you’ll only have gone to one class; I don’t think Mephisto would consider that rule-abiding.”
Still glaring.
“What’s your schedule?”
“We have the same schedule.”
“Huh?”
“Big brother agreed to give me the same schedule as you.”
Your friends are standing tensely in the hallway, watching Amaimon’s back as he walks to class. “We need to find _____ to warn her Amaimon is back. I know she’s been talking about falling for him, but she thinks he's dead and he’s a stranger to her. There’s no telling if she’ll act like an idiot and get herself killed or be realistic.” Bon takes the position of a leader. “For the lunch break, someone will just have to be outside her classroom waiting for her.”
Shiemi mentions, "When I saw _____ this morning, she looked very upset; she was crying. She told me it would be okay, but her hamster is missing, so she’s really sad today.”
Bon grimaces. “If she’s completely torn up over her hamster. Her actions might reflect that, and she might do something stupid. I wonder if we can keep her oblivious about Amaimon for at least a week.” He clinches his fist.
“So, who should meet her in the classroom.”
“I can.” Bon stands firmly.
Shima throws an arm over Bon’s shoulder. “Aw, gonna be her knight in shining armor? She might even need a hug.”
Bon’s firm expression starts to break as his face reddens. “Shut up, we’re just friends!”
“Yeah, but when she actually meets Amaimon, there’s no way she’d like him. You can swoop in.”
“Shut up,” Bon growls through gritted teeth.
The class before lunch seems to take forever for him; he can barely focus; he has to get to you before you run into Amaimon and get your heart broken.
When the bell finally rings, Bon taps his fingers anxiously, waiting for the teacher to dismiss them. Once he does, Bon jumps from his seat and runs; you’re only a few doors down. He can grab you, and you’ll be safe.
He feels a wave of horror as he spots Amaimon in the doorway of your classroom. Maybe you don’t realize who he is. He’s having to use an alias; he doesn’t know who you are, so he wouldn’t tell you. right? Bon grits his teeth, contemplating the best course of action. Things take a turn for the worse when he realizes Amaimon is speaking to someone. Of course, it’s you.
“______!” Bon runs forward, attempting to put himself between you and Amaimon. “How are you? I thought maybe we could walk to meet everyone together.” He grins, hoping you’re unaware the person behind him is Amaimon.
“Sorry, I know I usually do. But I’ve got plans today.”
Bon watches you closely. You still haven’t referred to him as Amaimon; surely, you’d be really giddy or upset about him turning you down if you were aware. He can still help you. “Neither of us has the class after lunch, right? I heard you lost your hamster. Maybe I could return to your apartment with you to find your hamster during the break?” He suggests, knowing you don’t live that far from campus.
Bon feels a heavy weight in his heart as you shake your head. “Actually, I’m having lunch with him," you say, gesturing discreetly toward Amaimon without mentioning his name. It's clear Bon is aware, and he probably knows you’re aware. But you don’t want to be the first to say it.
Amaimon's eyes narrow into a fierce glare as he forcefully shoves Bon away from you, a protective instinct surging through him. "Don’t get close to her; she’s mine," he growls, lifting his arm, his fist swinging toward Bon with a forceful intent. You instinctively flinch at the sharp sound of their impact, the crack echoing in your ears, but the shock renders you momentarily paralyzed, your heart racing. Bon stumbles back, a look of disbelief mixed with fury etching across his face as he clutches his jaw, grimacing in pain while shooting deadly glares at Amaimon.
Bon is aware that Amaimon is holding back; he assumes that it is because of orders from Mephisto not to hurt other students. He watches, eyes narrowed, as Amaimon grabs your wrist. “Let’s go.”
You glance over your shoulder at Bon; he’s standing and just glaring at Amaimon’s back. Amaimon must not have hit him as hard as it first seemed because Bon is standing straight, tightened fists by his sides.
“You said you’re supposed to follow the rules.” You’re sitting on a picnic table bench with your back against the table. With his body pressed against yours, he’s basically in your lap at this point. “Big brother didn’t say this was against the rules.” His lips hover over yours for a brief moment before meeting yours. It’s not a sweet, innocent first kiss like you had imagined your first kiss to be. Amaimon’s lips feel warm and insistent, and when his tongue brushes against your lower lip, you freeze, unsure how to react. Without warning, he pulls at your hair, prompting a gasp from you and allowing him entry. The sweetness of candy still lingers on his tongue as it navigates your mouth. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more.
"What the hell are you doing to her?!" You stop in your tracks, recognizing the voice instantly. But Amaimon keeps his grip on you, tugging harshly at your hair to get your attention back. He loosens his hold slightly, giving you a chance to catch your breath, but when you try to sneak a glance at Bon, Amaimon grabs onto your jaw tightly. “Look at me. Only me.”
"Let her go." Bon's voice is cold and firm.
Amaimon releases his grip on your hair and jaw, but he doesn't let you go just yet. You can feel his irritation pulsing off him in waves.
Rin and the others appear behind Bon, all taking defensive students. Rin snaps. "Let her go, or else." Which makes zero sense to you.
“Stop!” You glare at Rin. “What are you even talking about? I’m perfectly fine with this.” Have they been living under a rock? You’ve spoken about Amaimon almost nonstop, and they’re acting surprised you’re in his arms now, and they’re acting like you’re a victim. This is exactly where you’ve wanted to be since seeing the demon king.
Bon snaps at you. “Don’t be stupid! You don’t want to be with him.” He yells. “You’re letting your stupid hormones affect your common sense.”
“I don’t care. There’s nothing wrong with it, as you said, hormones, it’s normal.”
Shima raises a brow. “Wanting to fuck a demon king is definitely not normal.”
Bon turns to Shima. “Seriously? Shut up.”
Shima rolls his eyes. “That’s what you’re talking about.”
You glance at poor Shiemi, who looks like her head might explode. “Stop being vulgar in front of Shiemi.”
Amaimon pulls a lollipop from his pocket and pops it in his mouth. “Let’s go.” He grabs your arm and pulls you away from everyone else.
“______!”
You lift a hand to wave at them without looking back. “I’m more than fine.”
The demon king has you questioning if he’s part succubus as you’re pushed against a random wall, his lips attached to your throat, occasionally leaving small bites. “We shouldn’t be doing this at school.” He hums in agreement. “Yes, let’s go home then.”
“We still have three classes.”
His claws push against your thigh, teasingly moving his hand up your skirt. “But I thought you didn’t want to do this at school?” He whispers in your ear, gently biting it.
As Amaimon's hand trails up your thigh, you can feel yourself blushing and growing more flustered. Again, you give a weak excuse about being in school, but he simply nods and reaches into his pocket. At first, you think he's grabbing another lollipop, but instead, he pulls out a key. "What is the key to?"
“Our apartment.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, deeply; the magical key opens the door to your living room while his hands slowly glide up your skirt, gripping the waistband of your underwear. As you respond to his touch, he suddenly pulls away and drops his hands to his sides. He glances at the door nonchalantly, saying, "If you don't want to." He reaches to close the door, but you quickly stick your foot out to stop it. Your face flushes red with embarrassment. “Are you part succubus? I can miss half a day. But how are you going to explain to Mephisto since you promised him, you’ll be a good student?”
“Having sex with you in our apartment rather than in the hallway is what a student who follows the rules would do.” His lips meet yours once more as he guides you inside, shutting the door with his foot.
“You keep saying ‘our apartment.’”
“Yes, I’ve been living here for the last three months; why wouldn’t it be my apartment?” he questions, shrugging off his blazer and carelessly tossing it onto the couch. His hands immediately find their way back to you as he kicks off his boots, his mouth hot against your throat. He waits, kissing and nibbling your skin until you remove your shoes. But he doesn't give you a chance to switch to indoor shoes. When the shoes are off, he lifts you, making you wrap your legs around his waist.
He carries you to your bedroom and drops you on the bed, smirking. “I finally get to murder your pussy.” Your face burns at the reminder once again. You have a feeling he’s not going to let you live that down anytime soon. “Stop.” You whine, covering your face in embarrassment. “I’m going to remind you every time we have sex for the rest of our lives.”
You have many questions about that statement, but bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Amaimon reaches for your blazer, quickly undoing all the buttons and removing the shirt. You aren’t sure how he’s so fast without damaging your clothes, but he’s just as quick in removing the rest of your clothing. “Don’t.” He narrows his eyes as your hands instinctively move to cover your chest. “Why are you acting shy? I’ve seen you like this multiple times,” he reminds you. “I should tie you to this bed for at least a week after how you teased me for three months.”
“That’s not fair; I didn’t know you were the hamster.” You whine, fighting the urge to cover yourself.
“Don’t worry, because you’re a virgin, I won’t tie you down this time.” He stares at you blankly.
“How do you know I’m a virgin?!”
“You told that purple-haired girl you’re going to die a virgin because I was dead.”
“Oh.” Your eyes widened; you had invited Shiemi and Izumo to your house for a small study group, and like always, you were able to get in a few comments about Amaimon. “I was joking.”
“Sure.”
“I was.”
“Right.”
“I was!”
Amaimon shrugs, sitting to your side as he lifts his hands to his shirt, undoing each button. “Okay. It doesn’t matter because I’m going to-”
“If you say what I think you’re about to say, I will kick you.”
“Okay, don’t be that vulgar around another man again; I don’t care if you are talking about me.”
“Another man? Does that mean I can be vulgar with you?”
He raises a brow. “Sure, but you get flustered over that comment; I can’t imagine you will be vulgar with me anytime soon.”
“What? I can totally be vulgar- wait, that sounds weird.” You glance at Amaimon and notice he’s covered his face. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Yes.” Amaimon gets off the bed, dropping the shirt to the floor, along with his pants and underwear.
Your gaze travels across his body. Honestly, you feel your mouth water at the sight of his toned muscles. You let your eyes drop below his waist; your breath hitches in your throat. He’s stunning. Every part of him visible is flawless, and suddenly, you become more aware of your own body. You cover your breasts with one hand while trying to shield your womanhood with the other.
A low growl comes from Amaimon, and you’re pinned to the bed, arms pinned on either side of your head. “I told you not to cover yourself. I will tie your arms.”
“You look perfect, and I look—” you shrug; while you’re not unattractive, it’s difficult to envision anyone else matching his beauty. “Beautiful.” Amaimon leans in, pressing his hardness against your thigh, his face expressionless just before he bends down to kiss you.
You notice something odd behind him when he pulls away from the kiss. “What’s that?”
He blinks, confused by your question.
“That.” You point at it again.
Amaimon glances behind him, not seeing anything. “What is what?”
“Is that your tail?”
“Oh. Yes.”
“Can I touch it?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
Amaimon smirks, moving his tail to wrap around your thigh. “Yes, you can touch it.”
Forgetting that you’re naked, you sit up, pushing the demon back. “It’s so cute, I love it.” You reach for the tail, gently running your fingers along it from the base to the fluffy tip.
Amaimon humors you and your interest in his tail a moment longer before he pushes you back against the bed, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is intense and passionate and leaves you breathless. Amaimon’s hands roam over your body, his claws gently running along your skin until reaching your breasts; carefully, he palms your breasts, careful not to hurt you with his claws.
He pulls away from the kiss, his lips tracing a path down your neck and over your collarbone, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses and nibbles. He pauses at your breast, swirling his tongue around the areola before taking your hardened nipple into his mouth. The other breast receives the same attention before he moves even lower, pausing at your hips.
With a low growl, Amaimon's hands slid beneath your waist, pulling you closer to his lips. He traced kisses down the length of your thigh, pausing to bite your skin gently. He pauses, glancing up at you with a blank stare as you begin to squirm slightly under him. “What’s wrong _____? Is there something you want?”
When you don’t answer, he parts your thighs, staring long enough that you start to squirm more. “Amaimon, you’re being weird. Don’t just stare at me.” You complain, attempting to close your legs. “Okay.” Using a knuckle, he guides it along your sensitive folds, with his eyes returning to your face.
“Amaimon.” You whine. He’s just barely applying enough pressure so you can feel a bit of pleasure.
“What?”
“Don’t be an asshole.”
He pushes his knuckle a bit past your folds, collecting some of your slick, then bringing it to his face. He keeps eye contact with you, and he licks it clean. “I asked you if there is something you want. Answer me.”
“I want you.”
“You have me.”
“Amaimon!”
“You have to be more specific ______.” He speaks monotone while using his knuckle to collect more of your slick. “Your body is reacting so nicely to me.” He places his knuckle in his mouth. “You taste great.”
“Please.”
He stares, showing no emotions.
“Amaimon.” You groan. “Fine! Please, eat me out.” You quickly cover your face in embarrassment when you realize what you said.
Your face is still hidden when you feel his breath against your entrance. Gently, he opens your legs and presses his mouth against you, sliding his tongue from your opening all the way up to your sensitive nub. Your hands clench the sheets beneath you, your knuckles turning white as you grip them tightly. The sensations are overwhelming, and you cannot hold back crying his name.
Amaimon's eyes are locked onto your face, his expression a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as he continues his ministrations. He enjoys the power he wields over you in this moment. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, alternating between gentle flicks and deep thrusts of his tongue. You can feel the tension inside you coiling like a tight spring about to snap. Unable to bear it much longer, you run your hands through his hair, tugging him closer to him, chasing your pleasure.
Amaimon hums in satisfaction, his tongue lazily flicking against your sensitive nub as he draws out your orgasm.
Finally, the wave of pleasure crashes over you, your body shaking violently as Amaimon's name leaves your lips once more. He lifts his head, his mouth glistening with your arousal. He licks his lips slowly, savoring your taste before leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss.
As you recover from your orgasm, you feel Amaimon's body pressing against yours, his erection still hard and ready. You reach down to touch him, but he stops your hand.
"No," he replies flatly. "I’ve waited three months; I want to be inside you." He leans in for another kiss, “Are you ready?” He whispers against your lips, running his erection against your folds for lubrication.
You glance down at his member before looking back into his eyes. He’s not small, and you’re worried about pain. “You’ll be gentle, right?”
“For your first time? Yes.”
He lowers his head, bringing you into another passionate as his erection slowly enters you; the sensation is intense but not painful. Amaimon's lips are gentle as he nips your lower lip and kisses you more tenderly. “Does it hurt?” He braces himself, not wanting to move until you’re comfortable. “No, it’s okay.”
Slowly, he starts to move within you, his thrusts steady and deep. As he continues his ministrations, Amaimon's golden gaze never leaves yours, his movements slow and deliberate. Watching carefully to make sure you’re still comfortable before increasing the pace.
As the intensity of his thrusts increases, you pull him closer, your arms wrapped tightly around his body. “Amaimon, faster.”
"Faster?" he repeats. "Is that what you want?" His eyes locked onto yours, his golden gaze burning into your soul.
"Yes!" you gasp, your heart pounding in your chest. "Faster!"
Amaimon complies, his hips moving with a fierce intensity that takes your breath away. With each thrust, the tension builds until it feels like it may burst. You hold onto his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as you arch your back to meet his movements.
He keeps his eyes locked with yours while moving his hand between you, mindful of his sharp claws. He uses a knuckle to stimulate your clit, the sensation combined with him being inside you is what pushes you over the edge.
You cry out his name as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your body shakes as he continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent.
As you moan with pleasure, Amaimon watches your face intently. He tightens his grip on your hips and thrusts into you more forcefully, feeling his own release approaching. His teeth graze against your neck, and he bites down. The sharp feeling of pain from his bite is mixed with the pleasure from your last orgasm; you dig your nails into his back at the feeling.
With a deep growl, Amaimon shuts his eyes, and his muscles tense before releasing inside of you. He holds onto you tightly until the sensation passes.
You both lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow. Amaimon's golden eyes soften as he gazes at your flushed face. He pulls out of you carefully, concerned about any discomfort it might cause.
“Are you okay?" he asks, gently stroking your hair away from your face.
You nod, unable to speak momentarily as you catch your breath. "So, that was fun," you manage to say, a smile playing on your lips.
Amaimon gives you a deadpan stare. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
You sit up, slightly wobbly, and reach for a tissue to clean up. "Thanks for being gentle," you glance around the room awkwardly, unsure what to do now.
“You should rest; I won’t be as gentle next time.”
“Next time?”
“Tonight, if you get some rest now.”
Chapter 8: Amaimon X reader first time blow job
Summary:
It's 3am, which means it's the perfect time for me to practice writing smut lol.
So, I have very little experience with writing oral male receiving. I decided to try tonight/this morning.
100% consensual, Reader was telling her best friend about what she'd happily do with Amaimon.
Amaimon overhears.
Chapter Text
Halfway to your final class, when someone grabs your arm, tugging you into an empty class. “What?” A hand covers your mouth, telling you to be quiet. You instantly recognize the monotone- it’s Amaimon. He kicks the door shut and pushes you into the classroom. You stand confused. Amaimon walks in front of you. Leaning against the teacher’s desk.
“Well? Go ahead.”
You tilt your head in confusion, unsure what he’s talking about. “Huh.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten. You said you’ll happily suck me off. So, get down on your knees.”
You freeze in disbelief. He had gushing about him with your best friend?
“I said get down. I don’t like repeating myself.” forcefully pushing you to the ground. “Go ahead.”
“R-really?”
He nods.
With trembling hands, you reach for his belt. Part of you is afraid that he's just teasing and doesn't really want it, but the larger part of you is nervous because you've never done anything like this before. "Okay,"
He gazes down at you with an emotionless expression, while your hands tremble as you struggle to undo his buckle. As the belt and pants come undone, you pause unsure of what to do next. Should you pull his pants down? Sensing your hesitation, he tugs at his pants but leaves the boxers on. Wanting you to do the rest. So you do. A faintly musky scent fills your nose, a smell that catches you off guard, like the aroma of a forest after rainfall. Your mouth starts to water in response. The first thing you notice is that he is only partially aroused. "Well?" He raises an eyebrow, prompting you to continue.
“I, uh-“
“If you tell me you don’t know what to do, I will kick you.”
You gulp nervously and nod as you wrap your hand around him. His skin is warm and soft, and you give a few tentative pumps, hoping it will work. After a moment, he responds and becomes fully erect. He's longer than you expected but still comfortable to hold. You lean forward awkwardly and give a couple of small licks to the head.
“You said sucking.”
His words send a wave to please to your core. With parted lips, you slowly take him in, savoring the feel and taste of him with each gentle suck. You pause just before he hits the back of your throat, not wanting to gag but wanting to push yourself to the limit for his pleasure.
“Can’t take more?” His words aren’t annoyed or angry, just an observation.
Gradually, you find yourself bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along the underside and sucking with each motion. However, after a few moments, you start to worry that maybe you're doing something wrong because he's not making any sounds. Your eyes quickly glance up to his face and notice that his jaw is clenched, his eyes are shut tightly, and his brows are furrowed together in concentration. He must have sensed you looking at him because he suddenly opens his eyes and grabs a handful of your hair. With little warning, he pushes you down further onto his cock, causing you to gasp in surprise. He takes control of your movements, bucking his hips and driving himself deeper than you ever expected him to be able to do. With each thrust of his cock you attempt to keep up, sucking him and moving at his pace. You aren’t sure how much time has passed as he uses you, your mouth becoming a tool for his pleasure. Suddenly, he grunts, shoving your face closer to his abdomen as he reaches his climax. “Swallow it,” he demands before pulling out. The liquid is thick and not the most pleasant sensation, but the taste isn't bad. It's slightly salty with a hint of herbs mixed in.
He grabs the sweater of your uniform, pulling you closer for a deep kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth without hesitation, not bothered by the taste of himself. His hand sneaks under your skirt, tracing a finger along your covered slit. “You’re a virgin.” He whispers in your ear. “I guess I should apologize; I didn’t expect such vulgar words from a virgin. I would’ve at least started with a kiss. Let me make it up to you.” As he speaks, his fingers slip under your panties.
Chapter 9: Amaimon x Reader - Mephisto's daughter. (NOT INCEST READER AND AMAIMON NEVER VIEW EACH OTHER AS FAMILY)
Summary:
Tumblr request
Chapter Text
“Amaimon!” Running down the hallway, you grasp the demon king around his waist. “Where are you going?”
“Oh, little ______.” He pats your head, giving you a blank stare. “What’s wrong?”
You clinch onto his waist, claws digging into his sides. He stares down at you unbothered, even with your claws starting to pierce his skin. “Dad said you’re leaving and won’t return for a long time.”
“Hmmm? I’ll be back within twenty years; it’s not that long.”
Your eyes widen in horror; twenty years?! How can he say it’s not that long? As tears start to well up in your eyes, he continues to pat your head. Usually, Mephisto is around if you start crying, so he’s not completely sure what he’s meant to do. “It IS a long time.” Your claws dig deeper into his waist, drawing blood.
When you’re as old as Amaimon, twenty years is not a lot of time, though; he knows better than to argue with a stubborn five-year-old.
“Oh dear,” Amaimon looks down the hall at Mephisto. "Sweetheart, please let Amaimon go. You’re making a mess with blood everywhere.” Mephisto sighs; it’s a new dress he just bought for you, yet you’ve managed to stain it with blood in just a couple of hours. “Why are you trying to hurt Amaimon?”
“I’m not trying to hurt him! I’m trying to keep him here.”
“Well, you’re hurting him.”
“No, she’s not.”
Mephisto’s brow twitches, “You need to learn to read between the lines, little brother.”
“Sorry.”
Mephisto shakes his head and steps forward. Without hesitation, he snatches you from Amaimon. “Tell Uncle Amaimon goodbye ______.”
Your face twists into a scowl. “He’s not my uncle! He’s my future husband. Right, Amaimon?”
“I am?”
“Yes! We are going to get married when you come back! I will be your queen.”
“Okay.” Mephisto dramatically sighs. “Well, Miss ______, tell your future husband goodbye.”
An annoyingly blaring alarm jolts you awake from your dream, or rather your memory. That’s weird; I never have dreams like that. You yawn, glancing down at the foot of your bed. Your hobgoblin is happily snoring, oblivious that you’re having to wake up for school. “I hate Mondays.” Another yawn escapes your lips. “Miss ______.” There’s a slight knock on your door.
“I’m up, Balial. Thank you.” You call back to the demon butler. “Asura, don’t you want to go to school with me?” You question the hobgoblin, tapping him with your foot. He opens one eye and stares at you momentarily before closing his eye again. You don’t blame him; you don’t want to go to school either. “Okay, I get it. I’ll suffer alone.”
As Asura enjoys that he can sleep as long as he’d like, you step your way to a massive closet with clothes you’d rarely wear. Your father has liked dressing you as a doll since he first found you. Unfortunately for him, you grew out of cutesy dresses that made you look like a doll many years ago. It doesn’t stop him from purchasing them any chance he gets.
“Morning, Dad.” You wave at the purple-haired demon as you
As you pass his office, he asks, "Did you have breakfast?”
“I’ll grab something at school,” you respond, though it’s a lie. He knows you’re not a fan of breakfast so early, yet he persists in his insistence. “Lying to your dear old father!” His exaggerated reaction makes you smile as you step back and peek into his office. "I wouldn’t need to lie, dear ancient father, if you would either accept my answer or simply stop asking me.”
A look of disbelief crosses his face as he throws a hand over his heart. “_____! I’m not that old.”
“You really are. Especially compared to my eighteen years.”
“How dare you! I can’t believe I raised such a rude child.” Mephisto huffs. “Even with you breaking my heart, I hope you have a good day at school.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
As you arrive at school, you notice your friends standing tensely in the hallway. You feel the urge to ask them what's wrong, but the bell just rang, and you don't want to be late. Instead, you offer a wave and mumble a brief good morning as you walk by.
The empty seat beside you is taken by someone new, raising your curiosity. It’s uncommon for a new student to join mid-year; typically, they have to wait until the new semester. This person appears to be bending the dress code, as his striped pants are pretty noticeable, and you wonder how he got into class, given the strictness of some staff members. Your other classmates are staring but seemingly haven’t spoken to him yet.
As you approach the chair, you greet him while pulling it out. "Good morning."
“Good morning, ______.”
Your bag hits the floor, and your stomach follows suit. You recognize that voice. Gradually, you turn to face the boy, finally seeing him clearly. “Amaimon!” Without a second thought, you wrap your arms around him. “What are you doing here?” You suddenly realize that you're not alone; your classmates are watching, and the teacher has yet to arrive. “Let’s go.” You pick up your bag and his and pull him out of the classroom. He speaks up when he notices you’re dragging him out of the school. “Big brother said I had to follow the rules as a student. This is against the rules.”
“He’ll get over it.”
“Where are we going?”
“Home.”
As soon as you enter the living room, you leap into his arms. "Amaimon, you were gone too long!" you exclaim, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. His hands instinctively grip your waist as you draw closer. "I returned sooner than promised; I told you twenty years."
“Thirteen years is still too long. Why are you here? When did you get here? Will you stay?” You hold his shoulders firmly. “You will stay.”
“Oh, I arrived months ago.”
“….huh?”
“Big brother, request that I return to test Okumura.”
“What? You’ve been here all along? You went to see Rin, but not me?” Your mind flashes back to the camping trip Rin and the others had gone on. You know it was a powerful demon they fought, but they were instructed not to tell anyone. “Asshole.” You retort, pushing him away. He’s been here for months without a word to you? Your friends saw him, and you were completely in the dark. The bitter words spill out before you can think. “I hate you.” Amaimon has always been your favorite; no one could replace him in your eyes. Yet he returns to Assiah and doesn’t even say ‘hi’? If your father hadn’t enrolled him in classes for some reason, you might never have seen him. “Hold on.” Amaimon grips your wrist, “Big brother said I couldn’t see you.”
As you listen to his explanation, your disbelief grows. Your dad had deliberately kept you away from Amaimon.
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me,” you glare at the TV, sitting beside Amaimon on the sofa and scrolling through various movie options. “My friends saw you before I did.”
“Friends?” Amaimon questions, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
You lean against the back of the sofa, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, the exorcist students, especially Rin and Yukio. Dad used to arrange playdates for us when we were kids." You casually comment as you select a movie, one that will likely have you curled up in Amaimon’s lap. Which might be your goal. Movies don’t frighten you, but you’ve always tended to jump at jump scares, and excessive gore isn’t your cup of tea. About halfway through the film, your plan seems to fall into place; while you’re resting on Amaimon’s lap as you intended, you’re so engrossed in the movie that you didn’t even notice. As the final credits roll, a wave of irritation washes over you when it finally hits you: you’re sprawled on top of him, completely oblivious to the situation.
You lie horizontally across him, as close as possible, while he sits comfortably on the sofa. Frustration makes your claws gently dig into his school blazer. “Have you seen this movie?” you ask as you choose another film. “No.” You nod and select one you’ve watched many times, just so you won’t get too absorbed in it. As the movie begins, Amaimon gently nudges you away, causing a brief panic, but he simply shifts to lie on the sofa as well and pulls you between his legs until you find yourself against his chest. His arms are loosely wrapped around your waist. He has completely changed the situation. Your mind goes blank, and when you lift yourself slightly, he gazes back at you with his usual emotionless expression.
“Amaimon, why didn’t Dad want me to know you came back?”
“He said you’d interfere with me testing Rin’s powers.”
“So, what happened after that?”
Amaimon’s hold on you tightens, “Big Brother punished me for trying to kill Rin.” Your eyes widened at the admission. “How did he punish you?” Amaimon doesn’t reply, not wanting to upset you. “How did he punish you?” Still, he doesn’t answer. Amaimon knows you’d be furious with Mephisto, and then Mephisto would be furious with him.
"How did he punish you?" You ask again, this time with more urgency in your voice.
Finally, Amaimon lets out a sigh and locks eyes with you. "He locked me away," he states plainly.
Your eyes widen in disbelief. "What?!" you exclaim, unable to suppress the anger rising in your voice.
"He claimed I needed to learn a lesson," Amaimon goes on, "and said that I couldn't be trusted."
If your father had Amaimon imprisoned, you knew exactly where he would have kept him. “So, all this time, you were locked up and impaled?"
“Yes, most of it,” Amaimon replies, his voice lacking any emotion. He reaches out to pat your head, noticing the anger in your eyes. “It doesn’t matter."
“It does matter. He impaled my future husband," you retort, half-joking. You feel too nervous to sound serious, worried he might not be interested in you. You haven’t seen him in over thirteen years; he made an empty promise to a child. But you’re no longer a child. “Big brother mentioned that my favorite niece has missed me.” At his words, you look up in surprise. “Niece?” Amaimon nods. “Yes, he insisted several times that you’re my niece before granting me my freedom.” Annoyance bubbles up within you, and your claws begin to dig into his chest, but Amaimon remains unfazed. “You’re not my uncle. You’re not even Mephisto’s biological brother; Mephisto isn’t my biological father.”
Amaimon nods, unfazed by your claws digging into him, even as blood dribbles onto his shirt. His hands move slowly, lightly brushing your bottom before slipping beneath your shirt to glide his claws along your lower back. “You’re not my niece.”
You relax your grip on his chest, feeling a mix of shock and pleasure at his response. As you gaze down at him, your eyes wander to his lips, which look warm and inviting, making you wonder what it would be like to kiss him. But your thoughts are suddenly interrupted as something rushes into the living room. Before you can even focus on it, it leaps onto the sofa, showering you with affection. “Asura? Asura!” Your grin spreads wider as you sit up in excitement. "Amaimon, look! I have a familiar now. He’s just like Behemoth. We both have hobgoblin familiars.” You’re lightly bouncing in excitement. Amaimon grabs your hips, letting out a low growl. “_____. Stop.” He pushes you back until you find yourself sitting on his thighs. Your eyes widen as the realization dawns on you about his reaction. "Amaimon, I—"
“Now is not the time,” he remarks before summoning Behemoth. Your eyes widen at his comment—what is it, not the time for? You desperately want to ask, but the look he gives you makes it clear that it’s also not the right moment for you to ask what it’s not the time for. Asura keeps your mind off the question as he starts rolling around on the floor with Behemoth; they’re so cute together.
“Amaimon, I’m sorry. Your shirt is covered in blood now.” You frown, aware that the marks from your claws have already healed, yet the blood on his shirt remains, and you’ve ruined it. Amaimon glances down at his white shirt and nods, slowly unbuttoning it.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was teasing you with how slow he’s unbuttoning them, slowly revealing his toned chest. Honestly, he looks better than you ever could’ve imagined.
As Amaimon's shirt falls open, revealing his sculpted chest, a rush of heat spreads through you. His green hair cascades around his face, making your heart race. You watch him intently, unable to tear your eyes away from the captivating sight. When his gaze meets yours, there's a flicker of something unreadable in his expression.
He leans in closer, his gaze fixed on yours, enveloping you warmly. Without saying a word, he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that sends shivers down your spine. The kiss feels as though it could last forever. Just as you begin to lose yourself in the moment, the kiss is abruptly interrupted. Amaimon’s phone suddenly blares an annoyingly cheerful pop song, a ringtone that can only belong to your father.
As Amaimon pulls back, his usual vacant expression crumbles, his eyes widening in disbelief at his actions. From the moment he laid eyes on you upon returning to Assiah months ago, he knew that, yes, you will be his queen. However, when Mephisto finally allowed Amaimon his freedom and ability to approach you, he had planned to wait at least a few weeks before starting to hint at a romantic relationship—not just a few hours after meeting you again in person, but how could he resist you when you were looking at him like that? He’s more than aware that you desire him. What worries him is Mephisto. If he isn’t careful, Mephisto might send him back to Gehenna. This is another reason he wanted to take his time—to give Mephisto the chance to gradually accept the idea of Amaimon claiming you as his mate and queen.
He slowly reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone. “Big Brother.” The blank expression returns to his face. “Oh, yes. I'm with ______.”
Chapter 10: Lucifer x Angel OC - pregnancy
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Your fingers tap anxiously, holding a small piece of photo film in your hand. “Irena, may I come in?” You can’t tear your eyes away from the paper in your hand, even as you answer her. “Of course, Homare.”
“The commander requests your presence in his chambers.” Her tone is soft yet firm. “He’s getting impatient since he hasn’t seen you for a week.” You nod in acknowledgment. “Right, sorry. How is his health? Is his vessel stable? I’m afraid to tell him the news if he’s unwell.” You confess quietly, eyes fixed on the small dot on the ultrasound. Homare, had accompanied you to the hospital, has respected your wishes to keep it from Lucifer. “He’s much better; I think now is a good time to tell him. If you delay any longer, he’ll figure it out before you have a chance to share.” She is correct; although his vessel poses challenges, his senses remain sharp, and it won’t be long before he realizes you’re pregnant. You want to be the one to tell him. “Thank you, Homare.” As you get up, she swiftly joins you. “Homare, I’m only a month along; I can manage on my own.”
“Right, I apologize. However, the commander will become more protective upon learning about your pregnancy. This could be your final chance for some personal time over the next eight months.”
You let out a sigh. "Please don’t jinx me; maybe he’ll relax until I’m in the third trimester." Homare gazes at you with a blank expression.
Homare leads you towards Lucifer’s and your shared bedroom through the base. Usually, you’d be in the room, but you’ve been keeping a bit of distance, concerned the news might be too much for Lucifer with his vessel struggling more the last week.
You can only get two steps in when you open the bedroom door before Lucifer wraps you in his arms. Gently, he cups your face, his green eyes staring into yours. “My love, where have you been?” He questions softly, though his mouth covers yours before you can answer. “Sorry, I didn’t want to stress you while you were healing, I’ve been working on a few things.”
He gives you a curious look. “Working on a few things?”
“Yes, a new recipe I’m trying to perfect.” He pulls you closer, his tail wrapping around your waist as he listens. “I’ve also found a new book series I’ve been reading. I think I might have a new favorite author.” His lips brush gently against yours. “Anything else?”
Behind him, you notice dinner prepared on a table. “Yes, but let’s have dinner first.” Lucifer nods, taking your hand and guiding you to the table.
Once you’ve finished dinner, he stands, gently pulling you towards your shared bed. “My love, you’ve been keeping your distance from me.” His voice is tender, yet there’s an undercurrent of frustration. "Please tell me why.” It’s a gentle demand, as he pulls you onto his lap while seated on the bed. “I was concerned about your health," you confess.
“Avoiding me doesn’t help, Irena.”
“I know I need to discuss something with you, but I thought it was best for you to be in good health first. I was worried I’d accidentally reveal it,” you say, softly tucking some hair behind his ear. “I have news to share, and I’m a bit nervous about how you might react. It’s not a topic we’ve addressed openly before.” Although it hasn’t been verbalized, Lucifer is perceptive. He knows you aren’t using birth control, and he hasn’t shown concern by using protection or pulling out. You push away from him gently but remain in his lap as you take something from your pocket.
Lucifer’s gaze immediately fixates on the piece of paper, his eyes widening slightly as he recognizes it. Gently, he takes it from your hands, focusing on the small pea-sized area circled in red. His warm lips touch your cheek, and he sets the ultrasound aside while placing a hand on your abdomen. “This is wonderful news, my queen.”
“Have you ever come across a child who is a mix of angel, demon, and human?” you ask him with curiosity.
He gently turns your head to meet his gaze and softly kisses your lips. “I haven’t, but it seems like the perfect blend.”
Chapter 11: Mephisto x reader
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“This just won’t do! The master is currently bathing!” Your eyes widen as you reach for Lewin’s parka, “I think you should wait-“ He ignores you, dramatically tossing the double doors open.
“AHHH! Pervert! Belial, how did this sicko get in.”
You shield your face at the sight; Mephisto is dramatically complaining in the bath. Lewin completely disregards the panicking demon, approaching him to grasp his face and thrust a phone in front of him. Turning away, you ignore Lewin’s questions, feeling too embarrassed by the situation. However, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you glance back to see Lewin in the bath, holding Mephisto by the jaw. What the fuck?
Suddenly, Mephisto is perched on the edge of the tub, his crossed legs the only barrier between him and full exposure. You cover your face in disbelief, wondering how Lewin managed to drag you into this. Stupid shitty, wannabe best friend. You can barely catch the conversation between Mephisto and Lewin. How are you supposed to concentrate on what should be a serious matter when you’re standing in Mephisto’s lavish bathroom, the king casually lounging nude nearby?
Your wannabe best friend and Bon vanish. "Uh..." Did Mephisto forget to send you with them? Can he only transport two people at a time? “Why am I still here?” you ask, turning away as Mephisto’s butler hands him a kimono to change into. “I apologize, Miss ____ , but I can’t send you to such a disgusting place. They will have a truly rancid smell when they return. I’ll place them in the tub; I assume you’d rather not be in there with them.” He straightens himself out, lounging on the sofa as he pats it, inviting you to join him. “You can actually get Lewin to take baths?” Your eyes widen at this revelation. “Could I hire you to drop him in a bath every day? I’m lucky if I can get that idiot to shower once a week.”
Mephisto leans forward, stretching his arm over the back of the sofa, the tips of his claws lightly grazing your hair. “You get him to shower? Surely, a woman as beautiful as you deserves better than someone who refuses to bathe daily.” Of course, Mephisto already knows the answer, but the less you’re aware of what he knows about you, the better. Balial approaches with two glasses of wine, handing one to you. He takes a sip of his wine before passing it back to Balial, opting instead to place his hand on your thigh. The warmth of his touch sharply contrasts the coolness of the wine glass in your grip.
"I must admit, the idea of someone as alluring as yourself being involved with a man who lacks even the most basic hygiene is quite distressing," Mephisto continues, his voice low and smooth like honey laced with venom. "One would think that a woman of your caliber to have more discerning tastes."
You try to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks, but Mephisto's proximity has you feeling increasingly flustered. His fingers trace idle patterns on your thigh, a tantalizing gesture that leaves you breathless.
Your heart races as Mephisto's touch sends shivers down your spine. His green eyes glint mischievously as he leans in closer. "You deserve someone who appreciates your beauty in all its forms," Mephisto murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. You struggle to maintain your composure as his fingers continue to graze your thigh.
"Someone like me, perhaps," Mephisto whispers, his words sending a jolt through your body. The mischievous glint in his eyes intensifies as he leans even closer, his lips almost brushing against your earlobe. You can feel the heat radiating off him, a striking contrast to the cool elegance of his demeanor.
With a playful chuckle, Mephisto leans back slightly, his enigmatic smile widening. "Oh, my dear ____," he says, his tone dripping with honeyed charm, "I do enjoy watching you squirm under my gaze." His fingers trail lightly along your skin, leaving tingling sensations in their wake. "But it seems your best friend is ready to return.”
Lewin is the complete opposite of Mephisto, standing in the tub, utterly unconcerned about who might see him. While he complains about his dislike for baths and what they came across in the lab that Mephisto sent them to, you quickly cover your face; the last thing you want to see is your wannabe best friend nude. “Damn it, Lewin, nobody wants to see your dick.” You sigh and stand up. "Fill me in later; I need to get home.”
As you hurry out the door, trying to escape the awkwardness of the situation, Mephisto calls out to you. "Oh, ____," he murmurs seductively, his voice echoing through the corridors as you walk away. "We’ll continue this conversation another time, won't we?"
Chapter 12: Mephisto x Pregnant reader
Summary:
Open to requests
Chapter Text
You huff, glaring at your husband from the sofa in his office. “I think your child is trying to kill me.” You place your hand on your stomach, just under twelve weeks along. You have nearly thirty to go. Mephisto turns to you, looking utterly appalled. “Our child is doing no such thing. Besides, you had cravings before the pregnancy.”
“Not like this! Sweet, salty, and greasy all at once. I constantly feel sick because it’s just too much. I’m worried about gaining weight at an unhealthy rate.”
“Gaining weight during pregnancy is perfectly normal.” You give him an unimpressed look. “I’m talking about exceeding the normal weight gain during pregnancy.” Mephisto spreads his arms toward you. “Come here.”
“No.”
Mephisto chuckles softly, his forest green eyes sparkling mischievously as he reclines in his chair. "My dear, you consistently deny yourself the pleasures I offer," he says playfully, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "But beware, resistance only enhances the temptation."
With a theatrical sigh, you rise from the sofa and make your way over to him. As you lower yourself onto his lap, Mephisto's hands settle gently on your waist. He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "You know, pregnancy suits you. The glow in your eyes rivals even the stars themselves."
You can't help but laugh at his flattery, a blush creeping up your cheeks despite yourself. Mephisto's charm is undeniable, and his words have a way of casting a spell around you.
You playfully swat his chest, attempting to hide your growing smile. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mephisto," you say, although the teasing tone in your voice reveals your true feelings. His laughter fills the room, a melodic sound that envelops you like a siren's song.
"But my dear, I've already arrived somewhere," he replies, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Right here with you."
Mephisto's gaze fixes upon you, radiating an intensity that sends a delightful shiver down your spine. His expression becomes more serious, yet a trace of his familiar playfulness remains. "I have a proposition for you," he murmurs, his voice smooth and velvety. Before you can pose any questions, he closes the distance, pressing his lips softly against yours in a lingering kiss.
As he finally pulls back, there's a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "You see, my dear," he begins, his voice lowering to a seductive whisper, "we could indulge in a soothing bath together. Just imagine: warm water, flickering scented candles in the soft glow, and the two of us... enjoying each other's company.”
“You just want sex.”
“And you don’t?”
You can't help but chuckle at his audacity, shaking your head in mock exasperation. Mephisto's playful banter never fails to amuse you, even in moments like these. With a teasing glint in your eye, you lean in closer to him, your lips brushing against his pointed ear as you whisper, "Well, who am I to deny my husband such pleasures?"
Chapter 13: Mephisto x wife reader
Summary:
Request from a friend
Chapter Text
“You didn’t use a condom.” You let out a sigh as Mephisto gently places you in the tub, your body still worn out from the activities of the previous night. “Hmm? Well, my dear, if I recall correctly, you want to have a child with me.”
Children had been mentioned earlier when Mephisto decided to jump on you. “I thought that was just bedroom talk,” you reply as he splashes a cup of water over your head. The demon king is outside the bath, tending to you. He laughs softly while squirting some shampoo into his palm. “Well, my queen, since you’re not ovulating, it shouldn’t be an issue.” You groan as his claws gently scratch your scalp. “How do you know my ovulation schedule?”
"As your husband, it's important for me to understand these things about you." You can feel Mephisto's smirk behind you.
“Get in the bath, too, please.”
“Of course, I would never deny my queen.” He slips into the tub beside you, pulling you close to his chest as he continues massaging the shampoo into your hair and scalp. “What do you think?” As he speaks, his hands drop to your shoulders, gently massaging your sore muscles.
“About what?”
“Children. Do you want to have children with me?”
“You know I do.”
“Allow me to rephrase that.” He whispers softly, his lips brushing against your ear. “Do you want to have children with me right now?”
“I’m not ovulating, remember?”
Mephisto gently nibbles your ear. "Are you interested in trying for children when you’re ovulating?”
“Are you?”
"Of course! Just imagine how adorable our children will be!" He exclaims, wrapping his arms around you. “I can't wait for a little girl who looks just like you so that I can spoil her rotten."
You roll your eyes, lifting the water pail to pour it over the king’s head. “I would prefer a little girl who looks like you; she would be beautiful.”
Mephisto gently takes the pail from your hands and starts rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
Chapter 14: Father Amaimon
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Amaimon sits down on a park bench, dropping the bag he had been carrying on the bench beside him. "Are you hungry?” Amaimon looks down at the crying baby for a moment before turning his attention to the brown bag decorated with a large monkey. He rummages through the contents until he finds what he is looking for. Removing the lid, he brings the bottle to the baby’s mouth. Their golden eyes lock, and he lets out a sigh; she bears such a striking resemblance to him. With her golden eyes and green hair, she also often reflects his expressions throughout the day—or perhaps, more accurately, his lack of expression.
He glances at the time on his phone. You’re supposed to be here by now. Amaimon was running late, and he was certain that you would already be here when he arrived with his mini-me. “Amaimon.” A voice growls as a half-demon approaches him. He was so focused on the baby that he hadn’t noticed Rin. “Shut up; if you make the baby cry, I will kill you.” He threatens without hesitation, keeping his eyes on the child the whole time.
Rin pauses, taken aback. He hadn’t paid much attention to what Amaimon was holding, but upon closer inspection, it’s clearly a baby bundled in his arms, being fed with a bottle. “A baby? Did you steal someone’s baby?” Rin’s jaw drops in shock. Does Mephisto know what Amaimon is doing? Rin hesitates to confront Amaimon while he’s holding the baby, deciding that maybe calling Mephisto is the best option.
“Why would I want to steal someone’s baby? Have you ever been around a baby? They need constant care and can’t do anything for themselves." Amaimon shakes his head and puts the lid back on the now empty bottle. “They can’t even burp on their own,” he comments, lifting the baby to his shoulder and gently patting her back.
“So why do you have it?”
“Because she’s mine.”
“Who would be stupid enough to have a baby with you?”
“Ouch.” You give Rin a gentle shove as you arrive at the scene. “Sorry for being late.” You move past Rin to stand by Amaimon and reach for the baby, but Amaimon simply clutches her tighter against his chest, preventing you from taking her away. “Did you give her the bottle?” He nods. “Wait!” Rin interrupts, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’re the mother? ______, you actually had a baby with Amaimon?”
“Yeah. He’s my mate. Who else would I have children with?”
Rin had seen you during your pregnancy, yet the father was never mentioned. Rin considered that maybe he wasn’t involved and decided not to pry. “But why?”
“Because I love him, and we wanted a child.” You speak slowly, like you’re talking to a toddler.
“Does he even take care of the baby?”
You sigh, “Does he take care of her? He wasn’t taking care of her when you approached him?” You raise your brow at Amaimon. “I am taking care of her. I fed her, burped her, and now she’s sleeping.”
“Surprisingly, Amaimon is a great father.” You shrug.
Amaimon turns his attention from the baby to you. “Surprisingly?”
Chapter 15: Amaimon x half vampire reader
Notes:
Request from Tumblr
Chapter Text
Amaimon stares at his older brother, who is going on and on about the rules he’ll need to follow as a student. He’s grasped the basics, but now Mephisto seems to be rambling about trivial and absurd details. When Mephisto begins discussing the lunch break, Amaimon tunes him out completely, occupying himself with various items on Mephisto’s desk. “Big brother, why is there a vampire attending your school?” Amaimon interrupts, picking up a random file and discovering a school photo of a student beaming at the camera. “Is she really a vampire? How do you have a picture of her?” he asks, bringing the photo closer to his face. Mephisto’s brow twitches in irritation. “Are you even listening to me? This is important!”
“I want to know how she’s in the photo, if she’s a vampire.”
“Well, if you read the file, you’d see she’s only half-vampire on her father’s side.”
“Oh. I will read more then.”
“No! You shouldn’t read the files of other students!" Mephisto scolds, snatching the file. “Now, pay attention to me.”
“Okay, Big Brother, but I have a request.”
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CAREFUL, AMAIMON IS IN SCHOOL!!!!!
You blink in surprise at the text from Shima.
Huh???? What is he doing at school?
It’s the only response that comes to mind: is he at school to confront Rin? Why would Mephisto permit him to enter the school grounds? Is he here without Mephisto's knowledge? However, your answer arrives before Shima has the chance to respond as the demon casually walks into your classroom, dressed in a modified version of the uniform. His eyes scan the classroom until they land on you. Without hesitation, he walks towards you and sits in the empty seat beside you, which is only vacant because your classmate hasn’t arrived yet. “Sorry, but that seat is already taken.”
“They can sit somewhere else,” Amaimon states bluntly. Your eyes scan the demon. Was he always this cute? “I’m ______.” You awkwardly introduce yourself, uncertain of Mephisto's plans. However, given that Amaimon is obviously a student in your class, you might as well go ahead and introduce yourself.
“I know.”
“Oh.”
“You smell like blood.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Did Mephisto tell him?
“Why are you sorry?”
You tense, unsure how to react to this demon, so you shake your head. “I don’t know. Sorry for bothering you. But if you need anything, you can ask…I guess.”
He doesn’t acknowledge your offer. Throughout the rest of the class, you remain silent, trying to ignore the strange demon seated beside you. When the bell rings, he finally chooses to grace you with his attention again. “Where is our next class?”
His question takes you by surprise. “Oh, um, we probably don’t have the next class together since students have different schedules. But I guess I could show you where your next class is," you reply, opting to be polite to the demon.
“We have the same schedule. Where is our next class.” He orders.
You don’t want to upset him, so you gently explain, “In high school, students don’t follow the same schedules. But don’t worry; I’m happy to show you where your next class is. I can also show you—”
“I’m not an idiot. We have the same schedule,” Amaimon says, lifting a piece of paper toward your face. It’s his schedule, complete with his name at the top for proof. “Uh, was that intentional?” Does Mephisto expect you to keep an eye on him or something? But why didn’t he just tell you?
“Yes. I told Big Brother I wanted to be in your classes.”
Confusion washes over you at his answer. How does he even know who you are? He didn't really see you that night when he attacked Rin. So, how does he know you now? “Why did you want the same schedule as me? I didn’t realize you knew I existed.”
“Because you’re half vampire, so I wanted to learn more. Vampires are weak, right?” He casually insults half of you. Your jaw drops. “Even with their power, they can’t walk in the sunlight; they need human blood to survive, are you-“
“Actually, we can survive on demon blood too.” You cut in, annoyance washing over you.
And that’s how you ended up shooting yourself in the foot. Amaimon is intrigued by your ability to drink demon blood, and you’ll soon come to find his blood is the most tempting thing you’ve ever come across.
The first thing he does is shove his wrist in your face. “Really? Bite me.”
“I don’t bite people," you say, quickly shoving your books into your bag before leaving the classroom. However, Amaimon is hot on your heels since you share the same schedule.
“What kind of vampire doesn’t bite people?” He questions, earning a few odd looks from people around you. But you ignore him, walking faster to the class, which doesn’t help because Amaimon is just as fast as you. “_____, answer me. I don’t like being ignored.” Annoyance starts to slip in his tone. Worried about him lashing out, you quickly give an answer. “I’m just not comfortable with it.” You admit. Obviously, he has more he wants to say, but oddly, he keeps it to himself.
He remains quiet for the rest of your classes, but that changes at lunch. He follows you from the classroom, and you point in the direction he needs to go. "The lunchroom is just that way; walk straight until you exit this building, and it’ll be the building right across from you.”
“Are you coming?” He questions, staring at you expectedly.
“No, I eat lunch with my friends. So, I’ll see you after lunch.” It’s strange; he just lets you go; you half expected him to either drag you to lunch with him or insist on following you. But you feel relieved that he doesn’t push the matter.
You’re too naive.
Your friend group kindly sits in a secluded area; once they learned of your half-vampire nature and that you typically have a bag of blood during your lunch break, they insisted on joining you. “Check out this straw!” Shima beams, holding up a heart-shaped straw adorned with one of your favorite anime characters. “I saw it yesterday and just had to get it for you.” He offers you the straw before you can even reach for your own. “I love it!” you exclaim, accepting it and placing it in the blood bag. Drinking blood from a bag simply makes everything easier, although your dad scoffs at the idea. He has been encouraging you to get more comfortable biting others, especially since you have willing donors! Like Shima, but you just can’t do it. Fortunately, your mother is supportive and doesn’t pressure you. She has reassured you multiple times that it’s okay and that you shouldn’t worry. But she has been your father’s blood donor since they met over twenty years ago, and before that, your father had human friends who were kind enough to be donors. So, your father doesn’t understand why you won’t bite anyone.
“So, you’re hiding from the other students to drink blood from a bag?” You freeze as you hear the monotone voice behind you. Rin acts first, standing up and growling. “Stay away, Amaimon!” he warns, his voice low and fierce. Amaimon completely ignores Rin as he steps around to face you. He snatches the bag from your hands and brings the straw to his mouth; he takes a sip, and a look of disgust crosses his face. “Does this really quench your thirst? It’s not even warm.” He looks down at the bag with a frown. “Wouldn’t you rather have fresh, warm blood? Don't your friends offer you their blood? You mentioned that you can drink demon blood. I’ll treat you better than your friends do," he says, lifting one of his claws to his right wrist, “Here.” As he drags the claw along his wrist, blood starts to seep out of the wound.
Your eyes widen as the scent of his blood envelops you, causing your pupils to dilate. Why does it smell like that? It’s an unfamiliar aroma, a peculiar blend of sweetness and earthiness that washes over you. Your mouth starts to water; you want to try it. Bon is the first to notice your reaction and quickly shakes your shoulders. “Snap out of it.” You blink a few times, and your face flushes. “Oh!” Quickly, you cover your face, attempting to block out the smell. “I don’t want to bite people! I told you.”
“You don’t have to bite me; I’ve already made the wound; you can just suck the blood.”
His words don’t help; embarrassment washes over you at the idea of sucking his blood. “No, no. I’m okay with the blood in the bag.” You insist.
Amaimon being a powerful demon, his wound heals instantly; all that’s left is blood on his wrist from the closed wound; he shrugs and licks his own blood from his wrist. “I don’t understand you. You want to bite me, but you won’t do it.”
“She doesn’t want to bite you, you creep!” Rin cuts in.
Still, the king doesn’t let it go. “Oh, I know.” He raises his hands, loosens his tie, and undoes the top two buttons of his uniform shirt to reveal his throat, tugging the fabric down slightly. “Here.” Your eyes lock onto his throat; you can see his pulse; it’s tempting. Extremely tempting.
“No thanks.”
“Why?”
"I, uh—" You pull out your phone, frowning. "Oh, my dad is calling. I have to take this. Bye."
As you awkwardly step away, you press the phone to your ear. “Hey Dad, is something wrong?” You talk to a locked screen as you hurry away, using the fake phone call to escape.
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“Big Brother, if she is a vampire, why won’t she bite anyone?”
Mephisto lifts his head from the documents he had been working on, looking at Amaimon with confusion. He had expected Amaimon to come into his office during lunch, ready to complain about school and how boring the classes were, not to question him about the young vampire. “What?”
“I found her during lunch; she was drinking blood from a bag. I was curious, so I took it from her and tried it; it was awful. So, I offered my own blood instead.” Amaimon frowns. “She refused.” Mephisto watches, and Amaimon seems to think it over for a moment. “Is it because of her human friends?”
Mephisto finds it strange that Amaimon has taken an interest in ______, and the fact she doesn’t bite. However, given Amaimon's generally peculiar nature, he decides not to question this newfound fascination. “Well, it doesn’t involve her friends. As far as I know, they’ve offered their blood, but she refuses. She feels a bit uneasy about the idea of biting others. Even her father has grown increasingly frustrated with this, especially since she’s training to be an exorcist. To reach her full potential, she requires fresh blood.”
“She fights?”
“Yes, but like I said, she hasn’t reached- where are you going?”
“I’ve never fought a vampire; I’m going to make her drink my blood so we can have some fun. Bye.”
The King of Time gives it a moment of thought about whether or not he should stop Amaimon. “As long as you don’t harm her or traumatize her into never biting again. Have fun.”
Amaimon appears next to you after lunch, his gaze fixed on you throughout the class, the following class, and even the one after that. He doesn’t say much; instead, he observes you closely as if trying to comprehend you. When the final bell rings, you let out a sigh of relief, finally able to escape his intense gaze.
As you step out of the classroom, you let relief wash over you, but it’s too soon—Amaimon quickly latches onto your wrist. “Come with me.” It’s a demand, and you find yourself weighing whether to comply. “Where to?”
“Home.”
“I’ve got classes this afternoon…”
“I don’t care. You’re coming with me.”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“Not if you listen to me.”
Your mind races; you can’t just accept his words. “Could you call Mephisto first?” You glance down at your wrist and try to pull away from him, but he only tightens his grip. “Why do you want me to call Big Brother?”
“…just to be safe. I don’t really know you, and I’d be comfortable.”
With his free hand, Amaimon pulls his phone from his pocket, quickly unlocking it to call his brother. “Big Brother, I’m taking _____ home.” He stares blankly at you as he listens to whatever Mephisto is telling him. “Tell Big Brother you want to come with me.” He passes the phone to your free hand.
Are all the demon kings weird? You sigh. “Sir Pheles.”
“Miss ______, please forgive Amaimon. But he’d like to invite you for dinner tonight. I know you have cram school, but I’ll let them know you’ll take the day off.” At what point did Amaimon say he wants to invite me to dinner? You raise a brow. “Okay, I guess that’s okay.”
You are forced decide to skip class, following Amaimon as he retrieves a key from his pocket, leading you to believe the door will open to Mephisto’s home. As the door swings open, you enter a nice living room featuring a comfortable sofa, a large-screen TV, and a massive window providing a stunning view of the city. He doesn’t drop your wrist until the door is shut behind you like he’s worried you might try to run away at the last minute.
“Why don’t you bite people?” He calmly questions you as he approaches the TV and drops to his knees. You quickly realize it’s a game system. Once it’s set up, he sits on the sofa, staring at you expectantly while holding a controller up for you.
“Wasting no time, huh?” Awkwardly, you walk around the sofa to sit beside him and accept the controller. “I don’t know, I just don’t like it.”
“Have you bitten someone before?”
“I have and-“ You stop; it’s an awkward conversation to have with someone you barely know.
“And?” He presses, while selecting a character in the game. “Who was it?”
“…my mom, and it was weird; I didn’t like it.” You admit while selecting a character. “I don’t want to bite my friends.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t.” You frown, your eyes glued to the TV screen as Amaimon excels at the game. Your character is almost dead, and you’re unsure how it happened. They were fine just moments ago, and now they’re on the brink of defeat.
“You’re a bad liar.” He replies, placing the final blow on your character. “Tell me the truth.”
“I don’t want to hurt my friends.” You sigh, “I might accidentally take too much blood, and I don’t want to live in constant paranoia every time I drink fresh blood. It took my dad centuries to gain full control over himself." You admit, honestly.
“That’s it?”
“What do you mean ‘that’s it’? What are you doing?” Amaimon removes his tie, tossing it aside as he shrugs off his blazer. “I’m a demon,” he replies, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. “I’m a demon king. I can lose more blood than humans, and I’m more powerful than you.” He tugs at the collar of his shirt again. “If you drink too much, I’ll stop you.” He stares blankly at you as he speaks. “So go ahead. You said you can drink demon blood, right?”
“I-I can’t!”
Amaimon dismisses your protest with indifference, dragging his claw across his throat and creating an open wound. The scent of his blood washes over you once again as it trickles down his neck. He watches you carefully, and when he realizes you’re not going to move, he covers his knuckle in his blood and brings it to your lips. “Here, taste it.” He doesn’t give you time to refuse; his knuckle slips past your lips, forcing you to taste his blood. He observes with keen interest as your pupils dilate; it feels like fire is beginning to fill your veins, and the scent of him washes over you. Amaimon tilts his head, his hand finding the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer until your lips meet the warm skin of his throat. “Go ahead,” he urges, loosening his grip but not completely releasing you.
Fear of losing control, of hurting someone, still lingers at the back of your mind. "I don't want to hurt you," you whisper quietly.
Amaimon bluntly responds. “Someone as weak as you currently are, can’t hurt me.”
Taking a deep breath, you give a slight nod before parting your lips and timidly biting down on his neck. The peculiar taste of earth mingled with an underlying sweetness fills your mouth as Amaimon emits a grunt.
You attempt to pull away after just a few seconds, but he holds you down firmly, encouraging you to take more. His other hand leisurely traced circles on your back, as if to soothe the tension within you.
"Drink until you've had your fill," his tone is emotionless.
The initial fear and apprehension gradually transformed into an unexpected sense of calm and contentment. You drank until the heat that surged through your veins settled into a manageable simmer.
It takes him a moment to realize that you had stopped feeding, your body now lax against his. “Are you done?" He asked, not moving an inch as he figured it would be best to let you recover at your own pace. His throat had already begun to heal itself.
Finally mustering the strength to sit up straight, you meet his gaze, which is filled with an inexplicable curiosity. He stares at you for a few moments before leaning in and pressing his warm lips firmly against yours. But before you can react, he pulls away, his eyes slightly widen in surprise, but that’s the only change in his features. "W-why did you kiss me?” you whisper, frozen in your seat.
“I don’t know,” he shrugs, and you wait for him to either kick you out or pretend nothing happened at all. However, the demon king continues to surprise; instead of what you expect, he reaches for the back of your neck and pulls you into another kiss. This kiss lingers longer, and he softly runs his tongue along your bottom lip, collecting the leftover blood. When he finally pulls away, he answers the question you hadn’t even had the chance to ask: “Because I wanted to this time.”
Mephisto smirks as he steps back from the cracked door. “I suppose I should have mentioned the varying effects that a vampire bite can have on demons. Perhaps her father won’t be too angry. After all, Amaimon will make the perfect donor for her.”
Chapter 16: Gingerbread Houses With Amaimon
Summary:
I wanted to write something for Amaimon for Christmas.
Chapter Text
Sitting in class, you can hardly contain your excitement as you eagerly await your boyfriend's arrival. Just last night, the realization hit you like a bolt of lightning: Christmas is just a week away! After a quick moment of panic about finding the perfect gift for Amaimon, you remembered one crucial thing—he’s never truly experienced a modern Christmas here in Assiah.
The door swings open, and in strides the demon king himself. Your excitement bubbles over as you leap to your feet, rushing towards him with outstretched arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, your heart racing with joy. "Do you know what next week is?” you exclaim, a wide grin spreading across your face, unable to contain your thrill any longer.
“Winter break?”
“No, well, yes, next week is Christmas!”
Amaimon nods as he places his hands on your hips. Christmas decorations have been popping up all over town for the past few weeks, making them hard to overlook. Mephisto also mentioned that Amaimon needed to find a gift for you earlier this morning.
“So, do you have plans?” You question him.
“My plans always revolve around you," he replies flatly. Ever since Mephisto granted Amaimon a taste of freedom, you’ve somehow woven a spell that ensnares the demon king. But oddly enough, he doesn't seem bothered by it at all.
You nod enthusiastically, a smile spreading across your face. “I was thinking we could make gingerbread men and houses tonight?” As the words spill out, you reach into your pocket with your right hand, your left arm comfortably wrapping around Amaimon. “Look,” you eagerly turn your phone toward Amaimon, showcasing a vibrant Google image search filled with enchanting gingerbread houses is displayed. “I found a recipe that’s perfect for making gingerbread houses!"
Amaimon stares silently at the screen, absorbing the assortment of miniature, edible homes before him. A slight crease forms on his forehead, revealing that he's lost in thought, perhaps even a bit perplexed. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand, pulls out a piece of candy, and pops it into his mouth. His sharp gaze shifts from the phone back to you before he ultimately decides to speak.
"Why? It seems pointless," he asks, tilting his head curiously to the side. His tone is not mocking or dismissive; instead, it conveys genuine curiosity.
You respond with an amused glance before quickly explaining, "It's a tradition for some people during Christmas to create and decorate gingerbread houses. They're fun to build, and you get to eat them afterward." You gesture toward the images on your phone again, smiling at the thought of making one with Amaimon.
He hums in response, seeming content with your explanation yet still looking a bit baffled. "I saw that in a shop; we could just buy one," he drawls lazily, searching for loopholes in this tradition you've drawn him into.
"Yes, but making it ourselves is part of the fun," you counter, firmly tightening your hold on him. Now that the idea of making gingerbread houses together is on the table, you can't imagine spending the weekend any other way. Seeing your unwavering resolve, he simply shrugs and presses his lips to yours. “Okay.”
As soon as school lets out, you nearly drag Amaimon off the school grounds, your excitement bubbling over, making it difficult to contain yourself. Realizing that you don’t have most of the ingredients you need, you lead Amaimon to a grocery store not far from your apartment. His curiosity, combined with a hint of skepticism, causes you to chuckle every now and then.
Although Amaimon may not fully understand your excitement, he can’t help but enjoy observing your enthusiasm. He often wonders how humans find joy in such ordinary activities.
As you begin shopping for the ingredients, Amaimon wanders around the store, casually holding the basket. He occasionally adds snacks that catch his eye, mostly sweets and junk food. It seems he is more interested in the edible aspect of the project than in the building process itself.
After gathering all the necessary ingredients—flour, baking powder, ginger, cinnamon, molasses, brown sugar, butter, and eggs—you lead Amaimon to the checkout counter. As you wait in line, he curiously examines the vibrant Christmas decorations near the register and, without much thought, adds a box of candy canes to the basket.
"Are we going to use these also?" He asks, sounding perhaps just a smidgen interested.
"Well," you say, glancing at the candy canes before redirecting your gaze back to Amaimon with a slight smile. "They’re often used to decorate gingerbread houses. We could insert them like little poles or something similar."
Amaimon raises an eyebrow, contemplating this new information briefly before dismissing it with a casual shrug. He doesn't understand why people invest so much effort into such a fleeting celebration, but if it makes you happy, he supposes he could tolerate this strange human tradition.
As you finish paying for the groceries and step outside, Amaimon casually slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. His fingers idly play with your hair as he considers what you’ve persuaded him to join in on. He pops a lollipop into his mouth, then grabs the bag of groceries. You raise an eyebrow at him, but seeing him enjoy the candy makes you smile. “Amaimon?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Amaimon hums softly in response, his lips curling into a subtle smirk as his burgundy nails playfully tug at your hair.
"Me too," he mumbles, the words muffled by the stick of candy he's lazily rolling in his mouth. There's an unmistakable ease in his voice as he speaks. No blushing, no stuttering, no overly dramatic declarations—just a simple, nonchalant confession that feels entirely natural coming from him, as though he were merely sharing an everyday fact rather than unveiling an emotion that poets have written sonnets about.
As soon as you stepped into the apartment, Amaimon set the bag of groceries down on the kitchen counter with a satisfied thud. You stepped into the kitchen, excitement bubbling up as you skillfully gathered the bowls needed for the task ahead. “This recipe says the dough needs to chill,” you explain with a grin. “Since tomorrow is Saturday, we can make the dough tonight, and then tomorrow, we can bake and assemble the houses. You’re spending the night, right?”
With these words, you cast a sideways glance at Amaimon, eyebrow raised in anticipation of his response. Amaimon made a show of considering your question before answering. “Yeah, but I wasn’t planning on us getting much sleep.” He gives you a knowing look.
With a playful smack on his arm, you chuckle at his less than innocent implications. "You should learn to control yourself, demon king," you tease.
"It’s difficult when my queen is present," Amaimon replies with evident amusement, popping another candy into his mouth. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he attentively reviews the recipe on your phone. As he glances through its contents, a contemplative expression crosses his face, as if he’s genuinely contemplating the instructions.
You gently pull away from his hold to gather the ingredients. You direct Amaimon throughout the process though he rather quickly gets the gist of it.
“Here, you mix the dry ingredients while I prepare the wet ones.” You slide the dry ingredients to the end of the bar, gently guiding your touchy demon king towards the ingredients.
With his eyes still fixed on the recipe, Amaimon casually reaches for the bowl of dry ingredients and starts to stir. In line with your earlier instruction, he maintains a careful watch over his work, breaking from his usual carefree approach to most activities. Watching this unfold causes your heart to swell—you're certain this is a moment you'll cherish for years to come.
You carefully measure out your wet ingredients, ensuring you have just enough for a large batch of cookies. However, as you go to set the jar of molasses down on the counter, your grip falters, and it slips from your hands, shattering on impact. Molasses and shards of glass scatter across the kitchen floor. You glance at your hands, then at the broken glass, and finally at Amaimon. You want to avoid cutting yourself on the sharp fragments, but the sticky mess makes it difficult to see clearly.
Without missing a beat or uttering a word, Amaimon kneels down on one knee, carefully picking up the shards of glass. He’s fast, unfazed by the potential danger of the shards cutting into his skin.
“Did it break into a lot of tiny pieces?” It’s nearly impossible for you to tell from your position.
Amaimon shakes his head as he stands with a handful of broken glass, “No, it’s fine now.”
You nod and quickly dampen a cloth before bending down to try to clean up the molasses. It’s not easy; it’s thick and sticky. Clean-up takes a lot longer than you would’ve liked. “Well, this will make for a fun story to share with our future kids about our first Christmas together, spending half an hour cleaning up molasses," you joke.
“Tell our future kids how clumsy you are?” Amaimon questions, a memory of you dropping another item a few days ago crosses his mind. You claim you’re not clumsy but just a month with you has hinted otherwise.
“It has only happened twice before; the second time was because you were making me laugh.” You had been holding something fragile when Amaimon discovered that you were ticklish and found your reaction interesting.
Amaimon raises an eyebrow and pointedly glances at your knees, aware of the bruise on your left knee, but you didn’t see the ice when you were walking up the steps. “Whatever, just mix everything now. Let’s get it done and wrapped up. We can roll it out tomorrow morning.” With the demon king and his annoying sleep schedule, sleeping in on weekends is no longer an option for you. He wakes you up in the mornings when he starts to get bored. You’ve established a rule that he has to wait until sunrise.
Once the cookie dough is put away, you try to think about what to do next. “Next year, I’ll have to get a Christmas tree.” You sigh, feeling a bit disappointed in yourself for not considering getting one this year. “Let’s watch Christmas movies.”
Amaimon winces at the high-pitched sound coming from the TV. You’re watching the 1964 classic, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," and, for some reason, when Rudolph's nose lights up, a jarring noise disrupts the scene. He turns to you with an unimpressed expression, clearly not a fan. The movie not only seems strange to him, but the animation is awful. “You like this?”
Do you like it? Who knows—it’s a classic, and not watching it just seems strange. However, considering how Amaimon is looking at you, you feel he won’t agree with the other older movies. “It’s nostalgic..."
The demon king shows no interest, but fortunately for him, he knows how to draw your focus to him and him alone. That’s how you find yourself pressed against the sofa, his warm lips on yours.
As always, his kisses are full of a boldness that sends warmth curling down to your toes. And, as always, you reciprocate with just as much fervor.
Amaimon pulls away first, just enough for you to catch your breath. His golden eyes shine intensely in the dim light of the room, still holding that same playful spark. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear—words woven with tender adoration and veiled promises. The sensation of his voice dancing across your skin sends shivers down your spine, leaving you yearning for more.
"Let's call it a night," Amaimon purrs, yet there’s an invitation in those simple words that implies sleep isn’t his intention at all.
“______, wake up.” You groan as Amaimon softly nibbles on your ear, coaxing you to rise. His arms encircle your waist, and his tail lightly caresses your thigh. “What time is it?”
“Does it really matter?” he whispers, planting gentle kisses over the bite marks he left the night before. “We’re supposed to bake the cookies today.”
“Amaimon, what time is it.”
“Just after six.”
You groan in annoyance at being awoken so early. "Couldn’t you wait at least another hour before waking me up?” Feeling Amaimon shake his head in disagreement, he replies, "I’ve been watching you sleep for hours now." You can’t help but comment, "You know that’s a bit creepy, right?”
He shrugs. “I took some pictures, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I had to remove the blankets, but that’s okay, right?”
You jump up at that, holding the blanket to your chest, and glare down at him. “I’m naked.”
“I know.”
“Amaimon, did you really take photos.”
“No, but you’re awake now.”
Amaimon reaches out to tug the blanket away from you. You let out a startled yelp, yanking it back protectively. “You can be such an asshole sometimes.” However, your indignant tone only seems to amuse him further.
Your scowl deepens as you glare at the demon king lounging lazily across the bed, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. The urge to punch him is overwhelming, but you know better than to provoke Amaimon. Engaging him would be a battle you’re destined to lose before it even begins.
With a defeated sigh, you slump back on the bed, pulling the blankets snugly up to your chin. "Fine," you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You grumble under your breath as you roll out of bed and reach for a nearby robe. It's far too early for this level of mischief from Amaimon, but fortunately for him, you’re also easily tempted by sweet treats. “You’re lucky I love you.” From the corner of your eye, you can see Amaimon nodding in agreement,
“Let’s get started then; grab the baking sheets, and I’ll get the cookie cutters and dough.” Once everything is set up, you stare at the dough; you know how to make gingerbread men and women. That’s what the cookie cutters are for. But what about the houses? Do you simply cook a sheet pan of cookie dough and then cut it out? Or should you cut out the houses first and then bake them? After contemplating for a moment, you decide to do both.
The process is quick and seamless, and you can't help but feel impressed by how swiftly everything gets done. However, as you place the cookies on the rack to cool, something catches your attention. “What are you doing?!" You notice that Amaimon, who was supposed to be placing the cookies meant for the house on the rack, has instead managed to make half of them disappear. "Eating cookies," he replies casually.
“How are we supposed to make gingerbread houses when you are eating the cookies that build the houses?”
“Oh.”
You narrow your eyes and walk toward the cabinets holding the ingredients to make more cookie dough. “While these cool, you can prepare another batch of dough.” As soon as all the necessary ingredients are laid out in front of him, you hand him the phone with the recipe.
As he concentrates on his task, you seize his phone from the counter and unlock it, checking to ensure that the idiot didn’t take a photo of you. Your eyebrows lift in surprise as you discover his gallery filled with pictures of you luckily, you’re fully clothed in all of them. “Did you seriously have to use this photo of me as your wallpaper?”
“I like it.”
It’s a photo of you, eyes wide and looking embarrassed. He had whispered something to you just before taking the picture.
“It’s the face you make before we-“
“Focus on the cookie dough!” You snap, cutting him off. “Wait, are you seriously eating the cookie dough now? Amaimon, why don’t you eat some candy?”
Instead of answering, Amaimon retrieves the wrap to cover the cookie dough and places it in the fridge. “Amaimon, why aren’t you eating the candy we bought?” You question, stepping closer to the demon king.
“It’s gone.”
“…all of it?”
“Yes.”
“Some of that was for the gingerbread men and houses!”
“Sorry.”
Chapter 17: Mistletoe (Amaimon)
Chapter Text
Carrying a small container of gingerbread cookies made over the weekend, you quickly make your way to Shiemi, Izumo, and Paku. “Hey, you mentioned you like gingerbread cookies, right?” You wrap your left arm around Shiemi as you get closer to her. “On Saturday, I baked some with Amaimon. We even made gingerbread men and houses.” You hand the container to Shiemi before reaching into your pocket for your phone. “Though they only lasted long enough to take a photo.” You roll your eyes, remembering how Amaimon didn’t understand why you had to build the house first. Decorating the gingerbread men was fine, but when it came to assembling the houses, he couldn’t see the point and just wanted to eat everything. They may not be the most aesthetically pleasing houses, but you believe that you could nearly perfect them with a bit more practice. Yet, you know that’s unlikely to happen with Amaimon around. “I managed to save a few cookies for everyone.”
Izumo raises a brow as she looks at the photo. “You made gingerbread cookies with Amaimon?”
“Yeah, it wasn’t easy getting everything together,” you quickly explain how he ate all the candy and most of the cookies meant for building the house, and when you made him remake it, he even tried to eat the dough. “He’s lucky I love him,” you snort.
Izumo gives you a look of disbelief. “You’re making it sound weirdly cute.”
“What do you mean weirdly cute?”
“Does he suddenly become a sweet guy when it’s just the two of you? From the way you’re describing him, he sounds like a completely different person. Typically, he seems emotionless or even rude. From what I’ve seen, he even behaves emotionless around you." As Izumo speaks, Paku and Shiemi nod in agreement.
You raise a brow. “Honestly, I think it’s cute. It’s one of the weird quirks I like about him. But, he’s not emotionless towards me; he’s actually kind of clingy.”
“Really?”
“Oh!” Shiemi says, looking thoughtful. “Now that I think about it, he does often hold your hand, but I don’t see any emotion from him when he does.”
“I kind of thought it was because _____ would take his hand and he just doesn’t pull away,” Paku awkwardly admits.
You shake your head. “No, it’s usually him who—what’s he doing?” You watch as Amaimon strides down the hall toward you, an unusual eagerness in his demeanor. “Can I help you?” you ask him, he usually avoids your friends and rarely approaches you when you’re with them, unless he feels you’ve been away from him for too long.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he questions in a monotone, giving you a blank stare. Izumo gives you a pointed look that basically screams he’s emotionless. “Tell you what?”
Unbothered by the others around, Amaimon shoves himself between them to get closer to you. When he’s almost nose to nose with you, he gently pushes you back, creating some distance from your friends. Then, without warning, he leans in and presses his lips against yours.
“Amaimon, it’s against the rules to-“
“But there’s mistletoe.”
“What?”
He points up. You tilt your head back to see some mistletoe attached to the ceiling that you know wasn’t there a minute ago. “Did you put mistletoe there?”
He nods. “Yes, we’re under mistletoe, so we kiss.”
“Who told you about mistletoe?”
“I read it in one of Big Brother’s books.” He shifts his attention from you to Shiemi, who still holds the container of cookies. “Why do you have my cookies?” Irritation creeps into his tone. “Amaimon, I gave them to her. They really like gingerbread cookies, so—”
“I don’t care,” he said, rudely snatching the cookies from her hands. “I made them, so they’re mine.”
“We made them, and we can make more. I wanted my friends to try them.”
“No.”
“Amaimon.”
“They’re my cookies.”
You frown. “At least give them one each.” There are about fifteen in the container.
“No.”
“All right, then,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Amaimon remains unfazed by your obvious annoyance, his attention solely on the coveted gingerbread cookies.
Izumo rolls her eyes and turns to Shiemi and Paku. “Let’s go.”
Amaimon turns to you as they walk away, but you brush him off.
“Just eat your cookies, Amaimon.”
You walk past him, confident in his intention to follow you. Sure enough, you feel him fall into step behind you—the aroma of gingerbread fills the air as he opens the container to eat the cookies.
You take a few steps down the hallway, letting out a sigh as you quickly turn into your empty classroom. With fifteen minutes to spare before class begins and students still outside socializing, you make your way to your desk. Almost instantly, you feel Amaimon beside you; he glances at your face before gripping the back of your jacket and pulling you onto his lap.
"Are..." he begins, taking a bite of another cookie. You watch as his eyes close in delight, a soft hum rumbling in his chest.
“Are what?”
His golden eyes snap open and lock onto yours, filled with seriousness despite the cookie crumbs stuck in the corners of his mouth. “Are you angry with me for taking the cookies?"
You gently wipe away the cookie crumbs from his mouth. "Not really,” you tease, drawing out your words as your fingers trace his lips. "But you have to share them with me."
A smug grin spreads across his face. He breaks off a small piece of gingerbread and brings it to your lips. The gingerbread melts in your mouth, and its sweetness spreads against your tongue.
Amaimon’s eyes are trained on your every reaction, studying how your eyes flutter shut in delight as a hum of approval escapes your lips. “You’re lucky I love you,” you comment, taking the cookie from his hand. He watches you eat it before pointing up again. When you follow where he’s pointing, you shake your head. “Seriously?” Mistletoe hangs above your heads. “Of course, the demon king of Earth can make mistletoe appear everywhere.”
With a smirk, Amaimon leans in and captures your lips in yet another sweet kiss, the taste of gingerbread still lingering on both your tongues. You let the moment stretch, allowing your hands to wander through the tousled strands of his dark green hair. When he finally pulls away, the smirk remains firmly in place.
Unwilling to let him have the last word, you snatch another cookie from the container clutched in his hand. Amaimon looks at you with wide eyes
"_____" His protest goes ignored as you pop a piece of the cookie into your mouth first before offering him the rest.
"We’re sharing, remember?" you explain with a grin.
Amaimon accepts the offered cookie with a somewhat reluctant demeanor. He takes a bite, leaves half of it for you, and then tilts his head upwards again to point at more mistletoe he’s summoned.
"You're really enjoying this Christmas tradition, aren't you?" You can't help but laugh at his antics, the sound echoing lightly in the otherwise empty classroom.
"This one is fun," he says before pulling you into another kiss.
Chapter 18: Family Christmas (Dad Amaimon x Mom reader)
Summary:
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays <3
Chapter Text
Amaimon turns his attention from the TV to the child standing on a step stool by the bar. Her golden eyes are focused on the object before her, and when she feels eyes on her, she glances up she has an expression that mirrors his own. “I think you’re rolling it too thin.” He casually comments as he eyes the thin dough. “Your cookies are going to burn.” And taste bad. She stops, and lowers her head to get a better look at the cookies. “Mama! Daddy says my cookies are bad.”
“I didn’t say that.”
You let out a sigh and set aside the gifts you are wrapping. Both you and Amaimon had procrastinated, waiting until the last minute to prepare the gifts from Santa. Amaimon’s mini-me is supposed to be in the kitchen, rolling out dough and cutting sugar cookies, and she typically is pretty good at it. However, your five-year-old has a flair for the dramatic, so you quickly abandon your task and head to the kitchen, making sure to lock the door behind you.
“Daddy, no!”
“What if it’s not good?”
“Mama said we can’t eat raw cookie dough; we could get sick.”
Amaimon sighs. “We’re demons, we’ll be fine.” He says, holding some of the dough up to the child’s mouth.
“You have to leave some dough, or Santa won’t have any cookies.” You frown at the two green-haired demons as they eat the cookie dough. You watch as your daughter’s eyes widen with realization, and you continue, “We won’t have enough butter to make more cookie dough if you both eat it all. So, no cookies for Santa.”
“Daddy, stop eating it!”
“You were eating it too.”
Stepping into the kitchen, you pinch Amaimon’s hip. “Go finish my paperwork; I’ll handle this.”
“How much paperwork do you have left?”
“A lot. Have fun.” You push him towards the bedroom to wrap the presents.
By the time Amaimon finishes wrapping everything up, you’re just taking the cookies out of the oven, while Amaimon’s mini-me is glued to the TV, eagerly watching Santa being tracked. “Santa will be here soon! We have to go to bed!”
“Okay, okay. The cookies are done, get the milk, okay?”
I can’t believe everything is going smoothly this year. Amaimon isn’t grumbling about not understanding Santa, you’ve got your daughter ready for bed already in her pajamas, and she’s excited to go to bed.
It can’t be that simple, can it? As soon as the milk and cookies are perfectly arranged by the tree, she wants to say goodnight to Behemoth. Without a moment's hesitation, Amaimon summons him. The first thing he does? Happily tackle your daughter to the ground. But then he catches the scent of something. The milk. The milk that is right beside the tree. Within mere seconds, he’s summoned, greets your daughter happily, and then darts toward the milk. But he moves too quickly. With a powerful crash, he collides not only with the milk and cookies but also takes the tree down with him.
The room falls silent as Amaimon, Behemoth, and your daughter stare wide-eyed at the sight of fallen ornaments, spilled milk, and crushed cookies. Suddenly, tears begin to well up in the little girl's eyes as she looks to you and her father, her expression horrified. "Santa... he won't... he won't come now...?" Your daughter gazes up at Amaimon, distressed, tugging at his pants in desperation. His expression remains stoic, but his golden eyes soften considerably when he meets the gaze of his tearful daughter. He bends down to pick up the crying child. “Why are you crying? We have more milk. I’ll clean up the tree and set out more milk and cookies. If Santa doesn’t come, I’ll kill him," he states.
"Telling our daughter you'll kill Santa isn't helpful." The demon frowns, shifting uncomfortably with his daughter still nestled in his arms.
"Right," he mutters, amending his statement to a quieter, "I won’t kill Santa. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Santa will come.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know.”
You sigh, listening to their conversation; he can be such an idiot sometimes. Despite his inability to explain how he knows, your daughter quickly accepts his answer as the truth and jumps from his arms to run to the kitchen for more milk and cookies. “Go help her so she doesn’t spill the milk,” you nudge Amaimon towards the kitchen while picking up the tree. Despite how bad it looked after the incident, it’s not nearly as terrible as it seemed. The tree is easily set back up, and only a few ornaments have fallen off.
Once your daughter sees it’s not as bad as she thought, she’s easily put to bed by Amaimon.
You lie on the sofa when Amaimon walks into the living room again. Without hesitation, he climbs over you and comfortably settles on top of you. “I can’t believe you told her you’d kill Santa.” You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around the demon’s shoulders. "Sorry.” He shrugs, lifting himself up slightly to meet your gaze. His hand slips under your shirt, gently brushing against your abdomen.
“She told me something interesting before she went to sleep.”
“Oh really?”
“She wants a brother or sister.”
“And what do you think about that?”
He smirks, his gaze playful as he leans down, brushing his warm lips against yours. “I don’t want to disappoint my little princess.”