Call of oneshots

Morte x Judged! Reader

The mask, Mia signora
Lime ;]
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"Tuco," Y/N had a Leather sleeve on her arm, calling the birds name as it chirped, landing on the sleeve.

"Hey baby." Y/N cooed to it as it looked dead into her eyes. It shook its head, nuzzling into Y/Ns cheek.

The woman had a face mask on at all times. A face mask?  Metal plate? Something on at all times. Her entire life was closed down. Embarrassed, she is.

Embarrassed because everyone stared and laughed as every hit was delivered to her body. Laughed by her own friends because she started talking to herself. Laughed because she looked 'stupid'.

Laughed because everyone left.

Tuco felt its face up against the cold, metal plate on Y/Ns face. The birds expression saddened.

"Awe, im sorry." Y/N admitted, knowing because of her face covering the bird didnt feel the warmth of another being.

Y/N stared at the bird for awhile. She checked outside her windows, closing the shutters, checking outside her door for anyone that looked like they might barge in.

"This is for you, Tuco." Y/N smiled, setting the bird down on her kitchen counter. She steadily undid the restraints that held the metal face plate in place.

Y/N hesitantly took it off, opening her  e/c  eyes for the bird to see. Tuco chirped happily, watching the scarred and battered face of someone he liked.

It wouldnt be long until panick struck across Y/Ns face as Tuco cawed again. The door clicked, its sound replayed in Y/Ns ears as they also filled with the sound of her heartbeat.

"Mia signora.." Y/N dared to look at who stood in the door way. The accent, the way his voice came out so soothingly, it dared her to turn around. "The mask."

So she did.

"Pretty." Sergio muttered, closing the door behind him. He slowly came closer to Y/N, Tuco resting on her kitchen counter still, watching the interaction.

"Can..can i touch your face?" Morte asked politely, slowly raising his hand.

Y/N, stunned, didnt give a verbal reply, but instead nodded her head in approval. She trusted he wouldnt dare to hurt her, given that she knew him for a little bit.

Y/N shut her eyes, a little afraid of what was to come, but somewhat settled when his soft fingers gently grazed her scarred and blistered cheek.

"You are beautiful Mia Signora."

Her body automatically drops onto his, pulling him closer as he huskily whispered into her ears. "Im going to kiss every scar."

Y/Ns body shuddered.

"Im going to make you feel like the most beautiful person in the world." One of his hands traveled down from her face to her waist as his head dove in on her neck.

Tuco was thankfully off doing something else, in Y/Ns bedroom, playing with a little toy she bought him.

Sergio brought her onto her couch, placing her on his lap. Y/N felt sheltered in his touch, feeling loved and safe.

Her hands comfortably made their way to wrap around Sergios neck as he kissed every scar on her face. He kissed around her nose, eyelids, cheeks, lips, her forehead and more. He kissed every stray tear that fell from her face.

"I want Mia signora to feel special, so please, dont cry." 

He leaned in for a proper kiss on the lips, expecting to be rejected, but instead invited in. Sergio groaned into the kiss, feeling his lady kiss back with passion.

Sergios kisses trailed from her face to her neck. Nipping away at every spot just to find the one that made her squirm on him.

He sucked, licked, and softly bit at her sweet spot once she started to squirm, meaning her found it. Her hands tightened around him, feeling her face heat up even further.

"Sergio," she whined as he licked down to her collarbone.

"I dont think im ready yet." Y/N admitted, embarrassed. Her face was beat red.

And so was his. He chuckled, holding her close. "I get it, i don't think im ready yet either. After all, i only saw my lady today for the first time."

Sergio nuzzled his face into Y/Ns chest, resting it there. Her hand patted his head gently before she realized she was practically stuck.

Sergio fell asleep on her boobs.