Of Monsters And Men
(2p! Italy x Reader)

Song(s)- Mabataki from Ghost Hunt www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcETUk…

Commissioned by my friend

Very dark, contains sub hints of kidnap, dark love, and themes of sex and sensual rape. Read at own risk, this is not a lemon though, I don’t do lemons. I simply dance around the theme of sex in my stories.

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He was there

He was here

He was everywhere and anywhere.

 In my dreams, in my nightmares, a glistening blade beheld in his pale white hands, always in plain sight yet hidden. The wooden makeshift blade that haunted my dreams to the point of insomnia, how much more could I take from the purple-eyed demon that haunted my dreams?

I gripped the sheets of my bed in pure fear, the bleakness of my bedrooms contents darkness fanning over me like that of a grave. The blackness of the shadows played with my eyes as I looked back in forth in horror, my room growing larger and larger only to feel it slowly but surely engulf me. I screamed in terror only to feel the air knocked out of me, I black out for a moment.

When I finally came too I saw those eyes again, piercing into my retina’s creating a false set around us, it as only it and I. I sucked in a few puffs of air before shutting my eyes tightly a cold pain ran across my neck, it was the dreaded blade. “Please…” cried out in pure terror, only the feeling of lips at my raw knuckles was his response before he pulled my face to his. His pale skin a ghostly white, his mouth in a contorted grin and his eyes the shade of eggplant (I don’t know) glowering at my smaller form.

“I just can’t help myself.” He paused and swiftly moved behind me, grabbing at my shoulders. “When I’m around you, bella, all my demons come out.” His hands gripped harshly at my forearm. I hissed loudly but the pressure only grew immensely, shutting me up as I did so. The mans hot breath on my nape, he breathed in my scent from shoulder blade up. I moved my face away but he only gripped harder pulling me back to him. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” I whined out in more pain rather than pleasure but not to my surprise the man did not stop, he only continued to harass me. I should have already grown rather accustomed to this kind of treatment; the man came every night keeping me locked up as a prisoner in my own home without even locking the door. I was held captive by my own love for him, it was driven deep yet far, an odd and sick kind of love. A type of love that only exists in twisted fairytales filled with horrifying ever after’s. His guard dogs, a noir demon from the east and a rough materialistic beast from Germany; they listened to his every call and his every command. I moved my lovesick eyes away from the man of my torment and affections only for his grip on my shoulder to travel to my jaw. His grasp soft and pure, he moved my face over to his, I could have swooned.

“Bella~” His voice was shrouded in his thick accent, it dripped in a venom of slow patience, I was testing him by fault. “Look at me when I am speaking to you.” He pressed his knife into my arm, small spurts of blood traveling from my arm to the bed, I groaned in pain.

“Y-yes?” I cried out softly, hoping not to anger the volcano, the pain in my arm resided and the blade was removed from my cut, he moved it up to my face and rubbed the rubies on lips. A disturbing connection it seemed to out lookers but to me, it was a loving affection in its own way. Truly disgusting, I know but I loved it.

“Cosa?” He slowed his movements awaiting on my response, he played with the blade along my bruise riddled skin. I gulped down feelings of fear before answering him, mustering up an accent.

“S-Si il mio amore?” I called out in Italian, the grip of my purser loosened and a hardy laugh resounded from his lips, that of a warm hearted man rather then a cold hearted bastard.

“That is much better.” I waited silently until his rough man handling diminished into soft tickles and sensual rubs, I was in paradise once again. I turned over to look at the man who’s lap I resided in, his face pale yet plausible, a warm smile on his lips, and his once glowering eyes a happy, calming lavender. He was a lovable as a teddy bear. He laughed and I giggled before leaning closely onto his chest, the moonlight radiating our faces, bringing color to the dreary room.  “I don’t love you, you know that right?” I stopped laughing and stared deeply into his eyes, unmoving and slightly fearful. This was the man who stole my innocence, my life but who cares? I loved him right? He promised that he’d hide our little game as long as I played hidden princess.

“Of course, but I will stand by you, I’d suffer for you Luciano. Because….” He moved his hand to my lips and spoke up, clear as day.

“You need me, but I don’t need you. You understand this, right?” He lit his cigarette, which had magically made its way to his hands, a deep crimson at its white tip, the drug wishfully moving about in the air, clouding us from the outside. He inhaled.

 My breath was caught up in my throat; I didn’t know how to respond so I only stared back before nodding. That was all he needed before crushing the cancer stick out. He swiftly pressed his dry lips onto my plump ones in slow-heated kisses that soon traveled my body. They grew feverous and harsh, a few bites here and there but I only laid and waited patiently. Even as the bed rocked and he moaned I only laid, patient until he was finished. “I hope that you always need me.” He growled out loudly, running out of breath as he did so. I only closed my eyes and waited for it to conclude. I wished that I always needed him as well. He was my everything; I’d do anything to stay with him even when he didn’t want me. But:

I was not captive.

I knew that this kind of happiness asked for a payment, and for it, I paid with my life to be with a devil.  He’s beautiful because he’s not, and he cares for no one, especially me, a sad one-sided love story.  Even if it cost me my happiness and my well being, I loved him too much. Either way unjust happiness was better than nothing. 


But that was ok with me, as long as I was needed for these sessions and as long as I needed him we would always be together.  

Forever

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