Voodoo: 2p!America x Reader

WARNING: There’s probably a swear down there somewhere. (I checked.. there’s lots...) There’s also implied smexiness. Not that you don’t love it. There's a little gore too. ^^ All the good stuff. And it’s kind of fluffy for 2p!America... I blame the economy.

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This song has been in my head all day. Listen to it. Absorb the awesomeness that is even more awesome than the awesome Prussia’s awesomeness: link
_{(You can tell it’s awesome because I said it four times.)}

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I hate the way you’re making me act around your friends,
And the way you keep saying you won't let me in.
Now I'm starving for your attention.
While you’re begging for my affection.

You elbowed me, giving me a stern look. I hated hiding in front of your friends, but I would endure all to stay with you.

Not that I would ever say that out loud.

You were mine.

Not that you didn’t have complete control over me.

You just didn’t know what you did to me. And that really only made you cuter. Regardless, I threw my bloody bat in the hall closet, kissed you on the head and told you I was going upstairs. Then I whispered something naughty in your ear, and smirked walking away as I heard you telling your friends you had to get up early tomorrow.

You hadn’t been around as much as you were when we first started dating. I was worried that now that you knew the real me you were scared, and drifting away because of it.

You were the first girl that ever made me feel like this, the first one I didn’t want just for her body.

And my habit of crawling in your bed at night,
Is leading you to thinking that this is for life.
But I'm starving for your attention.
While your begging for my affection.

You emerged from the bathroom in an oversized band tee-shirt. Somehow I didn’t think anyone could look sexier. Wrapping you up in my arms I looked down at your small frame. Your (h/c) hair pooling on my chest, your (e/c) eyes, I was mesmerized. But it seemed like the smallest thing could break you, and I hated that. All I wanted was to protect you.

Yawning you hinted, “Al, I’m really tired.”

“That’s alright, doll. It was just something to see that cute blush.” I said, completely truthfully. You were the only person that could do that to me. Your happiness was at the top of my priorities. Even before sex.

You snuggled into my chest, an adorable little smile dancing on your lips. “Thanks, Al. Tomorrow.” I just kissed the crown of your head as you drifted off to sleep.

Suffering is easy with a villain like me.
Now your contemplating leaving but you can't escape the,
Thoughts of what they told you would happen in the end.
Now I bet your really wishing that we had never met.

You screamed. There were men chasing us, but when I realized you were scared, I was snapped out of the situation and the adrenaline wore off. I stopped the men from touching you as they cornered us in an alleyway. “No one comes near my girl, got it?” I seethed menacingly, my red eyes flashing dangerously.

“Oh, really? What’re you gonna do about it?” one of them slurred.

Another started, “Yeah, she’s pretty cute, we could use her-” But he couldn’t finish.

Why?

His face was full of bat. I wrenched it from the now bloodied mass, knocking out the others quickly. Then I turned to you. Were you horrified? You knew, but you had never seen it. Now, here I was, covered in blood splatter, and you were right there. You cowered in the corner of the alley.

I stared at you for a moment sadly. Surely this would be the end of our relationship. You had to be scared to death, and I thought any comfort I could offer would only traumatize you further.

I'm thinking back to when we met in that ghost town,
and how it felt to be held and never let down.
My lifeless touch was just touch that you were waiting for.
My evil ways were always there, Just couldn't see before.

But you took me off guard. You ran at me, and hugged me tightly, blood and all. Sobbing lightly, you buried your face in my chest. And I dropped the bat to hug you back just as tight.

“You saved me,” you breathed into my shirt, “thank you.”

You really were one of a kind. “Why wouldn’t I keep my girl safe?” I asked with a little smile.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just nice to know you care. In your own way.” Inside my heart soared. I had shown you how much I felt for you, without having to voice it. You were the only person I could be so open with.

I broke the hug, keeping you latched to my side and an arm on your shoulders. “Come on. Let’s go home and get clean.”

Tear me limb from limb.
I’m just a voodoo doll.
Stick a needle in my eye,
So I can finally cry.
So I can finally cry.

We laid in bed, you safe in my arms. I brushed a lock of (h/c) hair out of your face and behind your ear as you used me as a pillow deep in sleep.

You made my heart flutter in my chest, and as much as I hated being tethered to something, caring for someone to the point where I would risk everything, I loved you to death.

I don’t think I had ever really said it. But I thought you knew.

‘Course, you hadn’t ever said it to me either.

For some reason that left a little ache inside me.

Now I feel the pain of your lighter's flame burning at my feet.
You make it hard to sleep.
Got another plan, gonna make me suffer till I lose my mind.
Gonna make me feel it till you take my life.
You got an evil mind.
I taught you just in time.

You yelped as Adamo caught your wrist, and quickly smashed a bottle of wine over his head. He didn’t fall, but it caught him off guard. Adamo stumbled back and you punched him once, hard, in the nose, hearing a satisfying crunch.

“Damn,” I said, looking at you with pride that seemed to make you smile, “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” I said it jokingly, and brought the bat down on Adamo’s head from behind. The Italian crumpled at our feet, and you shoved me playfully.

You said, “You know damn well why you keep me around.”

I squeezed you lightly, “And you know damn well I’m teasing, doll. Let’s get the hell out of here before Lutz and Kiku get back.”

Tear me limb from limb.
I’m just a voodoo doll.
Stick a needle in my eye,
So I can finally cry.
So I can finally cry.
Tear me limb from limb.
I’m just a voodoo doll.
Stick a needle in my eye,
So I can finally cry.
So I can finally cry.

Whimpering as I wrapped up your bruised and cut hand you got punching Adamo and the glass shards you bashed into his face, you were biting your lip and trying to be strong. I had gotten away with less than a scratch, and it bothered me that you had hurt yourself.

But I brushed it off to make you feel better. I wiped the tears from your eyes and asked, “Want an aspirin or something?”

“No, I’m alright.” you told me, hiding your pain.

I looked at you seriously, “I can tell when you’re lying to me.”

“Fine. It hurts, but I can deal with it, okay?” you said adamantly, immediately on the defensive.

I ruffled your hair and gave you a quick peck, stopping to admire the blush crossing your cheeks before I said, “That’s my girl.”

My lifeless touch was just touch that you were waiting for.
My evil ways were always there, Just couldn't see before.
Got another plan, gonna make me suffer till I lose my mind.
Gonna make me feel it till you take my life.
You got an evil mind.
I taught you just in time.
You scream, "You're finally mine."
But babe I'm still alive.

You fell back on the disheveled sheets, panting heavily. You looked so hot like that... I wrapped my arms around you once again, and your breathing progressively slowed.

After a long while, I thought you were asleep. But that was when you uttered, clear as day, “I love you, Al.”

“I love you too.” I said, and felt as though a massive weight had lifted off my shoulders. I kissed you lightly, then started to attack your neck, seeing all the marks I had made before.

You giggled, inquiring, “Round two?”

I grinned, flipping you back underneath me, “Bring it.”

Tear me limb from limb.
I’m just a voodoo doll.
Stick a needle in my eye,
So I can finally cry.
So I can finally cry.

You looked so beautiful. So sexy, so gorgeous, so stunning. Not dressed in white standing at the alter, not holding our newborn child, no.

You were smashing open some fat mob boss’ head, and I couldn’t have loved you more at that moment. When you stepped back and handed me my bat you had taken after a minute or two of taunting from the cornered bastard, you wiped a little blood off your cheek.

It couldn’t have been sexier. Then you cleared your throat, “I-uh... I got your wallet back.”

You held up the cloth thing in your slender fingers the fat fuck had pickpocketed for fun. I took it and put it in my back pocket, then put an arm around your bloody shoulders, “Love you, doll.”

“Love you too, Al.”

Tear me limb from limb.
I’m just a voodoo doll.
Stick a needle in my eye,
So I can finally cry.
So I can finally cry.