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Hematolagnia|2p! Italy x Reader REQUEST!

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Published: Aug 21, 2013

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Hello everyone! Thanks for clicking on this!~ It means quite a bit to me!

This is the second request for my Reader x Country giveaway, and it comes from the amazing mompeach101! She wanted something gruesome yet romantic , with a healthy dash of insanity...also known as 2p! Italy!~

I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do!

All your friends couldn't understand why you liked him, and they certainly didn't hesitate to tell you so..every single day. “He's so weird! I mean, who carries a pocket knife around all the time? He seems dangerous!” “You know he's a player, right? I hear that he goes through nearly fifteen girls a month!” “He's so scary! Just being next to him gives me the willies!” But none of this mattered to you; all that mattered was that he loved you, and you loved him...dearly, with all your heart. And as far as you were concerned, he had never seemed like he was just using you, or putting you in any danger, or even trying to be remotely frightening. He was just...special. Special in a...special way. Okay, so maybe the way his eyes lit up whenever he pounded some jerk who had the nerve to hit on you sorta creeped you out, but...did that really matter? And, yes, he did carry a pocket knife on him at all times, but he swore that he never used it before...on a person who didn't deserve it. But he wasn't frightening! Well...not all the time...okay, maybe he was. But that was why you liked him! He was the bad boy, the black sheep of the town, and...his eyes. Oh god,, his eyes! They sent a shiver down your spine that could only be described as lustful. And that crooked smile...even though you rarely saw it, it always made your heart flutter. He was so...sexy. “Hey, _____.” speaking of sexy...you turned around to see your man enter your kitchen through the side door, a grim look on his face and a limp in his step. Your eyes widened at the sight of him; why was he all beaten up?! “L-Luciano!” you gasped, rushing towards him and cupping his cheeks in your hands. He grimaced and tried to struggle out of your grasp, but you held on tightly. “Hey, watch it!” he muttered, hissing as your fingers hit a bruise. “You're all...you're all beat up!” you cried. “How did this happen?! Who did this to you?! I thought you were just going to the convenient store to get eggs!” “It's nothing, stop fussing...” he grumbled, wriggling away from you and shoving his hands in his pocket. “Oh, this is definitely something!” you couldn't believe your eyes; how did he manage to get covered in so many bruises in less than twenty minutes?! “Who did this to you? Was it thugs? The mafia? A drug-dealer?!” you paled at the thought of your Luciano being involved with those nasty substances. “Tell me right now, Luciano!” “Jesus, I said it was nothing!” he muttered, shooting you a look as he walked to the fridge and pulled out a wine cooler. After taking a sip, he turned back to you. “Can't you just drop this already?” “Of course I can't drop this! You've been assaulted! You should call the police and report the assault!” “Why would I do a dumb-ass thing like that?!” he yelled. “Look, _____, you know what goes on in this town! This place is a glorified ghetto, things go down, people get jumped–” “You got jumped?!” with a gasp, you reached for the kitchen cordless, but Luciano stopped you. “What does it matter?! It's not like I had any cash on me, just the five bucks for the eggs! And besides, I beat their sorry asses to the ground.” you stared at him in disbelief, horrible images of Luciano being cut, punched, kicked, and stabbed flashing through your mind at an alarming rate. Tears stung your eyes, but you hid them from your man; you knew he hated to see you cry. “B-but...you can't just let them roam the streets jumping other people! What if they got some poor woman and her children on the way home from the grocery?” Luciano let out a frustrated sigh before rubbing his aching temples, looking at you in skepticism. “Look, I know these guys. They won't go after kids or women, trust me. They're only interested in me and the guys who are...associated with me.” you cocked your head to the side, wiping your eyes and sniffling. “What do you mean? You...you know the guys who jumped you?” “Yes. And trust me, the only reason they jumped me was because the had a...fallout with me and my...friends last weekend.” you stared at him, your expression of confusion never changing. “_____...if I tell you who beat me up, will you promise to drop the subject?” he sighed again, louder this time. “Yes! Oh yes, I promise!” you cried, rushing to him and dropping the phone with a clatter. “Tell me!” “Fine...you know Allan and his brother, James?” you nodded, eyes widening. Yes...yes, you knew them! In fact, you had just spoken with Allan's older brother, Oliver, last Tuesday when you had visited his bakery! “O-...Oliver's brothers?” you murmured. Luciano nodded and then took another sip of the wine cooler clutched in his left hand. “They beat you up?! But...but Oliver is so sweet! How could his brothers...” and then it hit you; those bastards had beaten up your man! “I'll kill those fu–” “You said you would drop it if I told you!” Luciano frowned, wincing as a drop of his drink worked it's way into his split lip. “Ouch! Son of a...” he broke off, murmuring a string of curses under his breath. But soon, your rage was replaced with sympathy; after all, he was all broken and cut and bruised! Suddenly you felt bad for forcing answers from him. “Here...” You murmured, placing a tender, yet gentle, kiss on his forehead. He looked up at you in surprise, but you were too busy fishing the first aid supplies out of the cupboard to notice. “Just sit still and drink your wine cooler. Nurse _____ will take care of your boo-boos.” he scowled at the use of the word “boo-boos”, but certainly didn't protest to you referring to yourself as a nurse. You pulled a roll of white gauze from the mint-green, plastic case and placed it on the table, along with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a bag of cotton balls. Luciano eyed the alcohol with unease. “Hold still,” you muttered, dabbing the stinging liquid onto a cotton ball and swabbing it across the deep gash in his right cheek. With a howl, Luciano tried to struggle away, but you had him in your firm, girlfriend-from-hell grip, and he knew that when you held him like that, there was no way he was getting out of it. It was the same grip you used when he didn't want to sit and snuggle, but you wanted to...desperately. The cotton ball moved to each of his cuts, cleansing the harmful germs and dirt from the raw, bloody layer of his skin, and then each wound was wrapped lovingly in snow-white gauze, standing out starkly against his olive toned-skin. Luciano watched you carefully, his head bent so as not to show you the tears pooling in his eyes from the sting that had yet to fade. “There! All better!” you proclaimed, standing back up and replacing all of the tools and the mint-green case into the cupboard where it belong. “Feel any better?” “Yeah, sure. I feel better.” truth be told, cleaning the cuts was actually far more painful than receiving them, but Luciano knew when it was best to keep his mouth shut, especially around you. “But we still don't have eggs. What are you going to make for dinner?” “Oh...eggs, right. Well, I don't need to make egg bread, I'll make tomato bread instead. Andres sent me a basket full of them...” trailing off, you slid the wicker basket from the top of the fridge and set to work chopping them, Luciano watching you like a hungry tabby cat from across the room. Tomato bread was easy enough to make. All it took was a little olive oil, some spices, bread...and of course, tomatoes. Andres, Luciano's brother's friend, was known for his tomatoes, and almost every week he was sending you a basket of his first pick, the ones grown in the sunniest spot of the apartment building's roof. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! The rhythmic sound of the knife slicing was almost soothing to you. It reminded you of the days when you were small, and your mother would prepare dinner while you sat on the counter and– “Ouch!” you hissed, dropping the knife with a clatter. Thick, crimson liquid oozed agonizingly from you thumb, a deep cut from where the knife had gotten you. Luciano rushed to your side, his caring nature taking over. “What? What happened? What'd you do?” he stopped when he saw the deep gash in your thumb. His eyes lit up at the sight of your blood, and before you could protest, he took the digit and stuck it in his mouth, licking gently and sucking at the source of the blood. “L-Luciano?! What are you–” you froze as a low moan rumbled from his throat as he began to nibble at the cut, tearing the skin further back. You gasped and pulled away, terror flashing in your eyes. “What the hell are you doing?! You...you bit me!” “I'm sorry, _____...” he murmured, moving his lips to your own and kissing you with passion. “I...it's just...your blood is...is so beautiful...” you froze, eyes still fearful, but also curious. “What...what do you mean? What do you mean, “it's beautiful”?” you whispered. Luciano fingered your wound lovingly, licking the red liquid from his fingers as if it were chocolate syrup. “It just...” he moaned again, wrapping an arm around your waist. “It turns me on...it's so...so sexy to think that I could taste your blood...” again, he took your thumb in your mouth and began to suck, only this time, you didn't resist quite as hard. “You think my blood is...sexy?” maybe your friends had been right after all. “Sexy?” he moaned and nodded, nibbling again to get a heavier flow. Luciano licker your finger in a way that made you shudder. It just felt so...so painful and good at the same time. The pain stung, but soon gave way to pleasure as he pressed his tongue deeper under your skin. Gently, he tore the skin back further with his teeth, whining as the flow of the red liquid quickened and thickened. You gasped and threw your head back; now, that had hurt! “L-Luciano!” you gasped, crying out as he tore a small chunk from your thumb, sucking the hardest he had yet to taste the iron-y fluid. “Be gentle!” you couldn't tell if had heard you and chosen to ignore you or just not heard you, because he certainly didn't slow down or lessen the pressure of his tongue. With another moan, he slid your thumb from his mouth and reached into his pocket, pulling his infamous pocket knife out and flipping one of the duller blades out. Your eyes widened at the sight. “No...please no!” but he wasn't listening; he pressed the metal into your cut, and you screamed, blood dripping onto the floor and flowing from the wound at an alarming rate. Luciano lapped it up like a thirsty dog, his eyes full of lust. Blood lust... “_-_____...” he moaned, looking up from your finger and met your eyes. His lips were red with your blood, and small drop of it dribbled down his chin, but you had to admit...he did look sort of sexy like that. “I'm sorry...I promised myself I would never do that to you...I tried to suppress it, I really did...” he murmured, falling to his knees and sheltering his face in his hands. Shame washed over him like a tidal wave. “Luciano, don't...” don't what? You weren't sure. On the one hand, you were still horrified that your friends had been right in suggesting that he was dangerous...but on the other hand...he looked like a broken child, curled up like that. The sensitive, forgiving part of your heart won over in the end, and you leaned down next to him, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. “Luciano...it's alright...everything's okay, you didn't hurt me...too badly...” “But...but...I didn't w-want to hurt you at all!” he cried, and with a jolt, you realized that he was crying. Crying! “Don't you see?! I'm a...a freak!” he spat out, blood droplets spraying from his mouth and dotting the floor. They stood out starkly on the white tile, like berries fallen in snow. “Oh, Luciano...” you breathed, pulling him into a hug and cradling his head to your chest. “You're not a freak.” he sobbed into your chest, and even though the sound alarmed you, you didn't pull away. “You're anything but a freak...” “S-stop lying, _____! I'm a freak, and you know it! Why don't you just admit it?!” he cried, his tears beginning to soak through your shirt. You had never seen him cry before...but...in a way, even though the sound was breaking your heart, it made you feel...special. “Luciano, you are not a freak.” you whispered, lifting his chin with you finger and giving him a sweet kiss, halting his tears momentarily. “You are a wonderful, sexy, mysterious man who gives meaning to my life. And if you're a freak, well...then you're my freak.” “Really?” he asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded and smiled, and he smiled back. Your heart soared as he stood and helped you up as well. “You mean it?” “Of course I mean it, you big dummy!” you giggled, kissing his nose and then moving down to his lips, letting him enter before you broke it off. “Luciano. My special little freak.” “So...does that mean I can still...y'know, do that to you?” he asked, grinning sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. “Absolutely not. Now come on, we have some tomato bread to make! And if you're a good helper, I'll let you lick the blood from the knife!”

Oh, hello there everyone!~ This is my second request filled out, and it was given to me by the lovely

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I hope you liked it, momopeach! I hope it was...gruesome enough for you. I had some trouble with that, but that made it fun!

A bit of a, how do you say, challenge, hmm? Yes, quite!~

BTW, Hematolagnia is the sexual fetish that involves blood letting or drinking the blood of your partner...seems like something 2p! Italy would enjoy, huh?~~

~~Ugh, I use squigglies too much...~~~

HEY YOU! Yes, YOU! If you wanna request something, just check out my journal entry entitled, "Requests!~" The rules and stuff are listed there! ^^ The box is still open!

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