ANON X READER SMUT/LEMON

anon X reader

cocomeatz: regular text
me: bold italic text

You throw yourself on your bed. Fresh linen laundry detergent still lingering from last weeks wash. You sink into your bed so comfortable you could fall asleep right then and there. Fighting spineless stupid bootlickers all day on social media was a tiring task but a task that needed to be done. Petition after petition. Donation after donation. Link spread to your following, you weren't allowing yourself to simply give up.

You decided to open up your laptop and stream some songs by black artists. It was the least you could do since you weren't being let out of your house and had little money left after donating to donate anymore. You rolled over at your buzzing phone. All the ignorant comments popping up on your lock screen. You tossed it back onto the nightstand and pressed play on your music. You got lost in the music. The rap, rhyme, and rhythm of the songs were so unique. So flavorful. Heart and soul was poured into these songs.

The last song on the playlist had come to a close. It mad you sad. Deeply sad. You sat upright on your bed. Thinking long and hard for a while, tears raced down your cheeks involuntarily. Cold hands abruptly trailed up and down your sides. You jumped at the sudden temperature change. The smooth hands continue to trail up and down your sides. turning around you were surprised to see it was Anonymous. You never thought they'd actually be infront of you. The Anonymous.

"Anonymous ?" You tilt your head

your pov:

They gave no response as they shifted back, hands behind their back. 100% of their focus on me.

It caught me off guard. I never knew they were so sexy in person. They were very ripped. Perfectly sculpted abs. Chiseled body structure. A true gem. We locked our gaze for what felt like too long. I couldn't see anything behind his masked face but I knew it was perfect.

They cupped my face into their hands, brushing their thumbs against my cheeks swiping away my tears. Their hands were extremely cold though I didn't mind at all.
I began to speak but was interrupted by a cold finger pressed against my lips. With my face still being held by one hand they began.

"The propaganda is out there and being shared. Not many are immune to it, including you. The pig Department will constantly put their people, the people who they protect in harms way. It is our job to expose them. Their true colors. Their motives. Their beliefs."

I nodded, sniffling against his finger, and slowly I felt him put it down. though his body temperature contrasted mine I felt our similarities, our beliefs, and how though we might look different we all bleed red "anon i- I try.. but.. it's so hard.. it's so difficult.. i-" suddenly I was pushed lightly back onto the bed I had stood up from during his speech. my eyes widened as I took another intake of my detergent
one of his cool hands stayed on my body, the other slowly reached for both of my wrist and placed them above my head "relax" he said, his voice soft yet orderly. immediately my body reacted to the command and started breathing slower, and as I gazed at his pale V for vendetta mask I felt

love

truly i felt love, i smiled sheepishly as he removed his hand from my chest to tug at his belt, though he made sure to keep his grip on my wrists tight. quickly he pulled the leather piece from around his waist and wrapped it around my wrists to replace where his palms once were "anon-!" I gasped and with the little almost unheard noise he stopped and looked up "you ok?" he asked so sweetly I almost couldn't respond "y-yes ofcourse anon! just surprised Is all.." I replied, still love struck