Obey Me! One Shots & Scenarios [Shall We Date?]

Panic: Mammon x Anxious! [A] Reader ☁️

      The night air was crisp and quiet, making the comfort of a blanket all that more alluring. The House was oddly at peace. The brothers had all found their slumber as did the rest of the city. In a lavish bedroom tucked away from the others, Mammon's gentle snores graced your ears from behind. His arm was lazily draped over your waist while his other found its place under your pillow.

      It started with a small increase in your heart rate. The gentle rhythm snowballed into a heavy pounding against your ribcage only fueled by the impending fear of a full blown attack. You tried to calm yourself on your own by taking slow, deep breaths, but they too evolved into unsteady gasps for air.

      Mammon groaned softly at the sudden disturbance in the partner beside him.

      Please don't wake up Mammon, calm down!

      His arm slipped off your torso and rubbed his face to rid the sleepiness in his features. "Mmm Y/n, quit movin' so much. I'm tryna— Y/n? You okay?". You gripped the blanket tightly to help steady yourself. "I- I- I-", you took a raspy, unsteady breath, "Y- Ye-". You felt the mattress sink slightly behind you as Mammon propped himself on his elbow to peer over your shoulder. "Y/n are you hurt? Talk to me angel". As much as you tried, you couldn't get the words out. It was as if the air needed to speak wasn't available.

      Once tears of frustration and anxiety ran down your cheeks, Mammon finally encouraged you to relax. "H-Hey, everything's okay Y/n. Turn and face me". You hesitated, then quickly turned around and held his shirt with an iron grip. You rattled against him, shaking in place.

      Mammon wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you flush against him. "Angel, you're okay, we're okay. It's just you and me alone together". He leaned back just enough to peer down at your tear stained face. "Whatever happened to make you feel like this", he wiped the tears from your cheek with his delicate fingers, "I promise I wont let it happen again. You're safe with me, angel".

The avatar of greed knew you were more of an anxious person, especially in social situations, but he didnt expect an attack in the middle a peaceful evening. He kissed your forehead and rested his nose at the top of your head. You tilted your head forward, tucking your face away in his chest.

      You were still riddled with anxiety, but the soft shushing and repeated words of comfort deescalated the attack enough for you to breathe at a steady rhythm. Mammon slid his hand off your waist and up to your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. The full moon filled the room with a delicate glow just enough to highlight his chiseled features. "Do you want to try to sleep now?", he whispered. You nodded, a panic attack was enough to wear anyone out, especially in the middle of the night.

       He let out a sigh and pulled the blanket up and over your shoulder. "Come closer, I'll rub your back until you fall asleep".

      Without hesitation, you shuffled closer to your boyfriend and was quickly greeted by a firm hug. You shifted onto your stomach, laying on top of Mammon as he began rubbing your back in smooth circles. He moved his hand with each of your breaths, gliding over the gentle curvature of your spine. His warm hand made its way down to your bum, rubbed a few times, then slowly circled up your back. This pattern of circles gliding between your shoulders and bum and his muffled heartbeat thumping in your ear lulled you into a drowsy state. The shakiness eased and your breathing steadied to a smooth rhythm. The subtle rise and fall of his chest mirrored the calmest of ocean waves. A few, small kisses on the forehead kept the few fragments of consciousness until you finally returned to a deep slumber.

Mammon continued his caresses for a while after he knew you fell asleep. His hand slowed down and carefully pulled the thick blanket over your shoulders and tucked under your chin. He ensured no chilling drafts of the Devildom climate touched your delicate skin. Both hands rested at the base of your back as he admired you in your sleep. He closed his eyes and muttered a few words just barely a whisper:

"I love you Y/n, even when you're drooling all over me".

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A small, fluffy chappie 💞🥰 I haven't revised it yet, please excuse any mistakes ~ Requests are still open!
~ C ☘️