hi hi!! i js wanted to say that i absolutely love ur fics sm, literally makes my day when i see tht u posted. i was wondering if u could make a fic w mammon x (fem or gn) reader getting high tg? maybe sum shotgunning action n sharing a blunt?? maybe a little something more after 👀. if u want to make the reader inexperienced or experienced is totally up to u, it honestly doesnt matter to me!! tysm❣️!!!
(shotgunning is when someone exhales smoke directly into ur mouth btw.)
(fem!reader)
"if we broke up, would you get back with your ex?"
"if we broke up id die."
a giggle escapes you at mammon's dramatic answer, smacking your palm against his chest playfully before leaning in to smush your cheek into his. he got so honest when he was high, weed was basically a truth serum to him. a few hits off a blunt, and you could get him to say all that mushy, lovey-dovey stuff that he usually refused to say out loud. nuzzling against his face, you can't help but give him a few kisses. "you're so dramatic," you tease, settling fully onto his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, kicking your feet into the air when he immediately wraps you up in a tight bear hug.
"nu uh. id forreal drop dead, like immediately. blehh." tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, mammon lets his head fall to the side as he plays dead, and you giggle again as you give him a little shake. "you wouldn't last five seconds without me?" it's a pointless question to ask. you already know how mammon feels about you, and you feel the exact same way towards him. the thought of breaking up makes your stomach churn uncomfortably, unable to fathom a world where mammon isn't yours and you aren't his. done playing corpse, mammon's head pops back up, giving you a lazy smile as his hand comes up to cup the side of your face. "nope," he replies, popping the 'p' loudly before stealing a kiss, "yer my entire universe, baby doll."
smiling wide enough to make your cheeks ache, you boop his nose before reaching for the ashtray on his nightstand. carefully pinching the half an inch of blunt between your fingers, you wiggle it in front of his face playfully. "last hit, monnie. wanna split it?" he gives you a look like you just asked the stupidest question ever, and you stick your tongue out at him before bringing the blunt to your lips. you inhale slowly, watching the paper burn away until you can feel the heat of the lit bud against your skin before tossing it back into the ashtray. the smoke is warm in your chest, and so is mammon's hand as it trails up and down your back lazily, so so warm you could just melt.
shifting on his chest, you push yourself forward to press your lips against mammon's waiting mouth, and let the smoke out in a steady breath. you listen to the soft inhale he takes, focus on the dilation of his pupils that has nothing to with the drug use, and feel his hand slide down the length of your spine down to your ass. as the last tendril of smoke leaves your lips, mammon hums low in his chest before blowing it all back out right into your face before hauling you further up onto his chest and closing the little distance between your mouths. you lose track of time as you two swap lazy kisses, too busy enjoying the feeling of his hands all over you and the heat of his tongue against yours.
rolling you two over, mammon swaps your postions without breaking a single point of contact, and you stretch out underneath his weight with a happy little mewl as his mouth finds it's way down to your throat. "hm.. if i was a demon, would you still love me?" mammon doesn't pause his ministrations, mouthing over the sensitive spots along your neck that make you squirm and try to curl away. "ya could shoot me in the face right now and id love ya," he replies easily, breath tickling over your collarbone, and you giggle happily while reaching for his hair. burying your fingers into the soft mess of white fluff, you scritch behind his ears like he's a puppy, and he whine he makes sounds like one. "so morbid.. what if i was an angel?"
"id worship ya."
"what if i had beel's appetite?"
"id feed ya."
"if i spent all your money?"
"it's all for you, anyway."
"me and goldie are in a housefire, who are you saving?"
his head pops up from where he'd been nuzzling into your cleavage, lips pursed as he squints at you. it's quiet for a minute, then two, and by the third you're smacking him over the head with a dramatic scoff. "mammon!" he laughs loudly, dropping his head back down onto your chest and hides from your second swat between your tits. hands rubbing up and down your sides, he gives your hips a rough squeeze before wrapping his arms around your waist. peeking up at you through his bangs, his eyes are sparkling with amusement as he looks at you. "c'mon, do ya really need me to answer that? id obviously save my perfect, beautiful, amazing goldie–"
you grab the pillow from underneath your head and beat him with it.
"you're so stupid," you whine, putting in some extra strength behind your swings when all he does is laugh and cling to you tighter. you don't stop until your biceps begin to ache, giving him one more good whack before tossing the pillow to the side and flopping back onto the bed with a huff. only once he's sure it's safe does mammon lift his head up again, crawling up to hover over you with a wide grin as he stares down at your grumpy expression. "yer violent," he accuses, ducking down to press a long, dramatic kiss to your forehead, "don't ask me a stupid question and expect a real answer." giving him a glare, it quickly softens when he kisses you. "id never let ya get stuck in a housefire in the first place. id sense it before it even happened, and get ya to safety."
a snort of amusement escapes you as you roll your eyes at him, reaching up to hold his face in your hands and squish his cheeks together. he lets it happen without complaint, nuzzling into your palms. "you'd sense a housefire?"
"yup," he says with all the confidence in the world.
"that's something you can do?"
"yuh huh." said with a smug smile.
"so how come you couldn't sense anything when you burned dinner last week?"
his smile drops like a stone in the ocean, replaced with a pout as his cheeks get hot underneath your palms. "that wasn't my fault! someone distracted me, and i forgot it was in the oven!" it's your turn to smile now as you recall what exactly had distracted him. a little invitation to join you in the shower had ended in take out for dinner and mammon stuck with dish duty for a month. totally worth it. shrugging your shoulders, you release his face and drag your hands down his chest. "not my fault you're easy," you singsong, and mammon grumbles under his breath while leaning back to sit on his heels, dragging you along with him. sitting you in his lap, his hands slide underneath your shirt and grope at your hips before his fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts. "hard not to be easy when yer girlfriend's this sexy," he murmurs into the minute space between you two, nudging his nose into your cheek while he tugs at the waistband of your panties, letting it snap back against your skin.
the compliment warms your cheeks, feeling almost shy as you loop your arms around his neck, playing with the short hairs at his name and earning a little shudder in return. "you can't live without me, and you can't say no to me.. i think you have a crush on me or something." you can't keep yourself from giggling as you say it, and mammon rolls his eyes at you with a small scoff of amusement. "ha, as if id have crush on a puny lil human like you. i got standards, yknow."
you hum in acknowledgement, nodding along as you slowly pull away from him. "oh yeah, totally. guess im just, wasting my time here. should probably–" you don't get five inches away before he's tackling you down into his sheets, legs tangling with yours as he presses all his body weight down onto you. "yeah right. yer stayin' rightttt here," he sighs against the top of your head, wrapping you up in his arms so tight you can barely breathe, but you're more than happy as you cuddle up against his chest.
ngl, i lost the plot on this one, but i was too far in to scrap it. i think shotgunning is super sexy and intimate. gonna try to bum a few bucks off my brother for a cart. hhhhhhhhhhhhh