Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

One Shot: Paimon

(Paimon is obedient as fuck lol. Whenever he's going somewhere he says some shit in this seductive voice to announce his presence lol fucking loser. He's hella like "mehh I'm a demon" until you expose him and only then does he actually listen to you. He also teaches art and philosophies and tells people the "secret of Earth." He also can make like ?slaves?. Like for example if you call up Paimon like "hey man" he'd be like "what" and you'd be like "I want Jessica to listen to me and do my homework" Paimon can be like "K boom."

Paimon also has a lot of friends but I won't add them here LOL. But when he is shown he looks like this ghostly man with a precious crown on his head. He also loves instruments!!

He is most known for his ability to reveal the past and future, summoning spirits, flight, breathing underwater, reanimating, and creating visisons.

THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE HE MARRIES IRIS BTW)

You hum, brushing your fingers through Maven's hair. His crown is placed on your head, something you love to feel. The power that comes with it is deranged. You can see yourself in the mirror in front of you, looking at Maven's relaxed face. You love massaging his scalp, feeling the ideas and knowledge he possesses. Filling him with the knowledge he has yet to uncover. Your fingers twist and turn through his curly locks, the silky feeling enlightening you.

"(Y/N)," he moans out in a singing tone. Your eyes light up and you lean close to him. 

"Maven," you mimic his tone. He takes a breath in, leaning forward as your hands fall from his hair. You rest them on the chair as he repositions himself.

"Paimon?"

You sigh as the tingle behind your eyes returns. You blink, leaning on the chair as Maven stands up. You lick your lips.

"Yes?"

"You are the demon who presents your conjurer with unlimited knowledge and power. And you will answer my questions."

Your eyes follow him as he takes the crown off of your head and places it on his own. 

"Yes."

Maven chuckles while you move your gaze to your reflection. You can see him pondering before making eye contact with you. You can feel a hum in your chest, raising when he steps closer to you. His chest makes contact with your back. You try not to arch it, scared of what that may seem to him. You pray to Lucifer he doesn't notice your nails digging into the front of the chair. 

His fingers wrap around your neck, tilting your head so his lips make contact with your ear.

"What are the pros and cons of marrying the Lakelander queen?"

You're so bothered by his contact you almost don't process his question. You gulp, trying to calm your breathing and bring your brain back to your body. 

"Pros?" You linger on the word, "the war ends. Somebody protects you. You have a new army, not for long, though."

He nods, his breath hot against your neck. He opens his mouth to talk so you speak again.

"The cons are your death, she betrays you," you grit your teeth, "her mother plans your death."

You thought he was going to pull away. But he messes with you more, and much, much worst. His entire body presses against you, his hips connecting with yours as his chin rests against your neck. He puts so much pressure the chair lurks forward for a second, and you almost fall. 

"And the pros and cons are marrying you?"

You look into the past, seeing the moment you introduced yourself to Maven. The day his mother died. He asked for hope, he asked for the future. And you love hearing the prayers of Silvers. 

"Pros and cons?" You whisper, trying not to make a noise against the feeling of his pulsating chest against your clothes. 

"Pros. We will be bound. You won't have to ask for things, I can just tell you. You won't die, and I won't leave."

Maven hums into your skin, the sound vibrating against the skin of your shoulder. You can feel the noise in the core of his chest as his hands grab your waist.

"And cons being the loss of trust, marrying an Eagrie. You will lose House Samos, and then Haven, Laris, and-" Maven digs his nails into your hips, the sudden feeling jolting you. "The other one!" You look at his reflection, noticing how determined he seemed. 

You can feel your skin breaking as he continues to dig his fingers into your sides. And as your blood stains his fingers, he pulls away from you. You collapse against the chair, trying to regain your composer. Why was he doing that, tempting you so? Why does he need your blood?

"Wait," you turn around. You see Maven standing tall, knife against his palm as he slits his skin. He dips your blood into his, swirling it around before saying a foreign word you didn't recognize. You can feel a jolt in your stomach as you make eye contact with him.

"So? How are you feeling? Being bound to me, as you like to word." As Maven steps up to you, you find your legs giving out. You fall to the floor, trying to regain yourself. You feel weak, you feel drained. You can't think straight. 

He crouches next to you with a smile. He continues, "And now, I can marry the Lakelander queen. End the war, but now that I have you," his finger goes under your chin and makes you look up to him, "I won't die early, right?"

You squint, bearing your teeth at him. 

He goes on, looking down at you as you rest your head against his knee.

"And I know you enjoy my presence. I know you are weaker than you think you are, (Y/N). And I enjoy your company, too. I just have to make sure you won't run away from me. You understand, right?"

He sits down, allowing you to crawl into his lap. You feel like a kitten under his hand as he entangles his hands into your hair. You feel alive when you're next to his heart. You can think, you can breathe. 

You bite your lip as he pulls you against him. You mutter, "You're so evil."

He chuckles, the sound rubbing against your neck as he leans down. He places a small kiss on your forehead, giving in to your desire as your hands brush against his cheek. He knows how much you adore him, and he knows how much he can use this to his advantage.