#abacchio

[nekomancave]

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[tori-reacts]

some golden wind art i think is pretty

[ananayellow]

Passione gang

Manga redraw

[wealllovemilo64]

Hear me out...

-Submissive Leone Abbacchio and a dominant male reader who blows his back out like it's his reason for living.

-Abbacchio looking down between his legs and seeing the outline of the reader's cock on his tummy

-Pulling Abbacchio's hair and calling him the pretty princess that we all know he his despite how bratty he can get

YES. JUST YES.

headcanons + microfiction <3 (i hope you don’t mind)

Content: 260 words(fic). Feminization kink (both), degradation (fic), praise (hcs), Overstimulation (both), Belly Bulge (fic)

•I like to think that Abacchio is into a little bit of feminization as well.

•Calling him princess, telling him you’ll ruin his pretty cunt, how wet his boypussy is for your cock, he’ll lose his mind.

•Pretends that he hates it but secretly loves when you praise him for taking your cock like such a good whore. (sometimes)

•Is probably a pillow princess most of the time and wants you to do all the work, but when he’s really pent up he’ll want to take a bit of control and ride you like there’s no tomorrow

•Loves when you overstimulate him while you pound into him, hitting that spot every time.

•Even though it feels like he came so many times that there’s nothing left in him, it turns him on to see you continue fucking him and start getting close to cumming inside of his hole.

•I bet he loves it when you pound into him from behind, yanking his head up and forcing him to watch himself be destroyed in front of the mirror in front of your bed.

•This little slut probably makes you mad on purpose so you’ll punish him and fuck him dumb.

•Whispering seductively in your ear in public, rubbing his hand over your cock in your pants if you’re at a restaurant, going under the table while you’re doing work and sucking you off.

•He loves being throat fucked and wants your sticky cum all down his tight throat.

Abacchio let out rather noisy moans as you ruthlessly pounded against his sweet spot, holding his legs up to his chest while you leaned over him. He’s lost count of how many times he’s came at this point. His lipstick was smudged on his face, his hair messy from you endlessly fucking him and yanking on his hair. You had him in missionary, fucking into him like it was your last time ever getting laid. His arms were flailing around, looking for something, anything to grab on. He looked away from you, face red and covered with sweat. He was embarrassed to be letting out such noises and being so vulnerable under you. Which to that you responded by grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing him to look at you, leaning down to his ear and quietly speaking against it.

“You’re going to look at me, slut. You’re gonna watch as I fuck that tight pussy of yours and make you needy for more.”

Abacchio clenched around you at your words, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence to respond. You chuckled, sitting up some more as you tossed one of his legs over your shoulder to hit deeper inside him. Abacchio let out a gasp of surprise as the feeling made his eyes want to roll into the back of his head. His gaze shifted down for just a moment, seeing the bulge in his stomach that disappeared and reappeared every time you thrusted inside of him. Just that sight alone was enough to bring him up to yet another orgasm.

He didn’t mind being your whore if it meant he’d get to have your huge, throbbing cock destroying his insides.

[jjkamochoso]

I’ve Loved You a Leone Time

Angst, fluff

Leone Abbacchio x gn!reader

Abacchio just cannot get past the day’s events and wants to rewind them over and over.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol/being drunk (not reader), slight cussing

The bitter taste of wine was everything but unfamiliar to Leone’s lips. The half empty bottle swung around in his loose hold, sloshing burgundy droplets on the carpeted floor beneath him. It was pathetic—he was pathetic, really—but he didn’t care anymore. If he weren’t this drunk, there was no way he’d be indulging in something like this; something so juvenile. He scoffed as he thought about how utterly ridiculous he was acting, as if he were a schoolboy with a crush. He was a gang member. He had killed people, for crying out loud.

Why was he holed up in his hotel room using Moody Blues to reenact every move of yours that day?

First, he rewound to the moment you greeted him in the morning. Abbacchio was not a romantic but the way your eyes sparkled in the sunlight gleaming through the window of the hotel restaurant as you ate breakfast was enough to melt the icy exterior of his heart.

“Good morning, Leone.”

God, if only those sweet words from your mouth were the first ones he heard upon waking every day.

He paused Moody Blues, cautiously approaching his Stand’s recreation of you that was sitting in the middle of his room. Your hair, still slightly tousled from your sleep the night prior, made Abbacchio let out a gruff chuckle. There were times he wished his Stand had a more physical power, but being able to bask in your presence without fear of embarrassing himself was quite possibly the greatest ability he could’ve been blessed with.

He pressed the fast forward button, zipping through the rest of breakfast and hitting play at a moment in the afternoon. You had just landed the finishing blow to a rouge member of Passione, your team’s orders coming directly from the boss to take him out. Everyone gathered around you in excitement, slapping your back and telling you job well done, but your gaze landed on Abbacchio, who had been watching from a distance. You were just as breathtaking now, with Moody Blues as your stand-in, as he remembered from earlier. Your skin had a slight sheen of sweat from your fight and though you were roughed up, you still looked as perfect as an unblemished flower to Leone.

The man took another large gulp of his drink of choice as he clicked fast forward once more, this time stopping at dinner time. You had sat next to him and began to talk (you always did), and he had taken off his headphones and started to listen (he does… most of the time). Tonight, though, he was glad to have been paying attention. As Moody Blues started acting out what happened, Abbacchio sighed. He would love to be the one to treat you to dinners like that all of the time. You deserved someone who could treat you like the royalty you were, love you the way you should be loved. He’d be a stain on your reputation, a dark cloud looming over you. He wouldn’t do that to you.

He couldn’t.

With his emotions heightened from the contents of the now finished wine bottle, Leone desperately craved another drink, wanting to drown his sorrows, but he settled on getting drunk off your words.

You had just finished laughing about something Narancia and Mista had done when you turned quiet, your eyes trailing over Abbacchio in a comforting manner.

“You know,” you spoke softly after a moment of silence, “you’re a good man, Leone. I’m extremely lucky to have you by my side.”

Abbacchio remembered how your sudden confession caught him off guard then, and even though he knew what you were going to say this time around, it still made his heart go crazy in his chest.

Rewind.

“You’re a good man, Leone.”

Rewind.

“You’re a good man, Leone.”

Rewind.

“You’re a good man, Leone.”

Rewind.

“I’m extremely lucky to have you by my side.”

If Moody Blues had a physical rewind button, he was sure that his fingerprint would’ve been embossed in the plastic with how many times he rewound those sentences. Soon enough he paused the scene again. Adoration was oozing from your irises; it was a look Abbacchio hadn’t received from anyone in a very, very long time. Your little smile made his stomach swell with nerves, even after the millionth time of seeing it. You were giving him a look that was seemingly reserved just for him and he had no idea why. He wasn’t worthy of your affection or gratefulness. He was just a depressed drunkard with a screwed up sense of morality, yet he noticed that you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He would never want to sully your purity; he’d have to quell his soul’s yearning for you by watching you from afar and hoping Moody Blues would be an acceptable stand-in for you.

Leone couldn’t help but reach for you in that moment—he was a selfish man, you know—and he felt his fingertips brush against your cheek. The sensation was much too cold since Stands aren’t warm like humans, but it would have to do. Maybe if he believed it was you standing in his room, he could be satisfied.

Fuck, he really needed another drink.

Abbacchio reluctantly pulled his hand away from your face, committing the kind expression you held toward him to his fondest memories (there weren’t many and you made up more than half of them). Stumbling out his hotel door, he barely walked into the hallway when he ran into something.

“What the hell-” he started saying, but quickly shut up when he saw who it was he slammed into.

It was you.

The real you.

“Oh, Leone!” you said in a saccharine voice, “Bruno sent me up here to give you this.”

You presented to him another bottle of wine, the one he was about to go search for.

“I didn’t think you needed another one to drink all by yourself, but boss’ orders, right?” you chuckled lightly. As you were handing him the bottle, his outstretched hands grateful he didn’t have to brave the winding hallways in his drunken state, you saw movement from his room.

“Are you that out of it that you didn’t realize there’s someone in your room?” you asked, irritated, pushing him out of the way and calling out your own Stand. Abbacchio’s eyes widened in fear as he realized what was going on, but it was too late; you had apprehended the supposed enemy.

“Stop right there!” you had shouted, your Stand seizing the person who dared try to hurt Leone, but when you finally took note of who it was in your possession, you let out a tiny gasp. You were looking at… you? You were witnessing your dinner from a few hours ago. Right now, you were chattering away about whatever, and you looked at Abbacchio to explain. His purple lips were set in a slightly open expression of shock. Leone was absolutely, positively, mortified.

Had he been so stupid to forget to call in his Stand? He could hardly stand up straight as it was and the piling amount of stress and embarrassment was doing nothing to help.

He chose to say nothing, instead taking the cork out of the freshly delivered bottle and did what he did best—avoid situations with alcohol.

“Um… Leone?” you called out, both of your Stands no longer manifested. “May I ask what you were doing?”

“You may,” he responded gruffly, his back to you as he sat on his bed.

“Which was?”

Abbacchio sat tight lipped, not wanting to give anything else away. He was sure you hated him, thought of him as some sort of freak or pervert. He didn’t want to dig himself into a bigger hole than he was already in. He was expecting you to run out, tell the members of the team, and maybe leave Bucciarati’s gang for good. He wouldn’t be surprised if you put a hit out on him at this point. He deserved it…

“Leone.”

He didn’t register you nearing him until he felt the bed dip with your body weight.

“Were you replaying today with Moody Blues?” you asked. Of course, you knew the answer was yes, but you wanted to get the information slowly since Abbacchio was definitely in a haze.

The tall man said nothing, opting to nod in affirmation.

“Were you…” you hesitated. “Were you watching me?”

No answer this time, verbal or nonverbal, though he took a big swig of wine which was a glaringly obvious sign that you guessed correctly.

“I’m not mad or anything. Depending on what you were replaying it for, I find it endearing.”

Abbacchio stopped mid-drink. Were you joking? Could you really be that messed up where you thought his actions were acceptable? He still couldn’t face you but decided to speak up.

“Nothing nefarious, I promise.”

Your small laugh worked wonders to ease his nerves. “I was just teasing you. I know you better than that. Like I said earlier, you’re a good man.”

There it was again, that sentence from you that made Leone feel like he could climb out of the deepest depths of the Atlantic. However, he wasn’t so sure he could take it as the whole truth. You’re a kind person—you might just be taking pity on him.

“Stop saying that. We both know that isn’t true.”

He went to take another sip but the wine bottle was yanked from his grasp.

“Don’t say stupid shit like that,” you reprimanded, holding the bottle out of reach. “I know you think I’m just saying it but you know me better than that. I don’t say things just to say them. I mean everything that leaves my mouth. You’re a valuable team member, but more than that, you mean a great deal to me. I wish you realized how much value you bring to this world. To my world.”

Leone brought himself to meet your eyes. You were looking at him with a sort of desperation, like you were begging him to understand your words. Even in his inebriated state, he recognized the subtle urgency in your tone. There was no way you were going to confess that you had feelings for him… were you? He had to put a stop to that, quickly. He wouldn’t let you waste your life on someone like him.

“You don’t want me, not like that. I’m not the man you think I am.”

“No.” You were more stern than he had ever heard before. “You’re not the man you think you are. I don’t want to fix you, Leone. You’re not broken. I just want to be with you as you are now. And if Moody Blues could show you the future, I would want it to show us together, taking on the world.”

“I can’t give you everything you deserve,” he mumbled.

“You already have,” you replied, letting your hand slide over to his and holding it gently. “Since the day I met you, you’ve brought me a sort of joy that I can’t describe. I want you, and only you, if you’ll have me.”

While Abbacchio thought of the right thing to say next, you leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, I’m not expecting an answer right now, especially not when you’re in this state. I’ll bring you some water before I go. Clear your head and get some rest. There’s no hurry, either. I’ll forever be waiting for you, Leone.”

As soon as you stood from your spot on the bed, Leone’s hand darted out and took hold of your wrist. He wasn’t going to screw up his chance with you.

“Save me a spot at breakfast tomorrow, would you? Preferably… next to you.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that appeared on your lips.

“Always.”

[samuelbitten]

Golden Wind

[ninjanissie]

Turning JoJos into magical girls~

I was going to draw Kakyoin too...I just...lost steam. Also, I recently finished part 5 so the friend group is strong in my brain.

[gingergari]

participated in a sketch/line/color event with @photon-crest-art and @fifthwitch675!

shoutout to pinch hitters @shimmychimmy @thelastunison and @gratefulcheeses :]

[hauntingblue]

Why is this flashback happening now... whi is it centered on mista.... do not kill him too please..... I do not care that much about him but Jesus christ....

[fanart-ftw]

Art base challenge #1 - Vento Aureo gang

Decided to start drawing with some art bases I found... pt. 5 Jojo, anyone? 😁

[kirhu-the-rat-god]

✨happy new year and merry Christmas, my gang-stars!🍾✨

[tori-reacts]

squad pull up

[arachnidskiss]

Random: *Hates A03 for allowing graphic and problematic content*

Random: *Is also a Jojo fan*

Like?????? Isn’t this is the same show where a vampire guy made a woman eat her own baby and a 15 y/o drank some adult man’s piss??? And you’re going to start complaining about the stuff that people post on A03 and try to condemn it’s very existence???? Silly bear behavior.

[dutchannanas]

Guys I have a new anime character obsession *giggles like a 16 y/o and twirls my hair*

[plague-vulture]

What

abbachio 🤯

sound on for added effect :)

[midnight-talescape]

𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹(𝑅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 9: Blood Kink

RISOTTO MY BELOVED JSVWJNEVWIWBHEJ

I saw this man with his back turn and I told myself, “This is my favorite character in this entire season. Right here. Best boi.” This is a lie Abacchio and Bucharatti r also best boi

LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABY *going feral

Bruh it was originally suppose to be more like Risotto’s target is you something I have been wanting to write since I saw Hit from dbs but I change my mind so here we are

So like I have something ready for day 11 and it should be posted, but if I don’t hurricane Milton probably wrecked me enough so I can’t post anything. Aka power went out and no power for days :)

Warning: Blood, murder, you were married, your dead husband got cuck, appropriate use of Stand, a little yandere on both end, ooc, etc etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3kish

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“Don’t move.”

That was the only thing you heard before you was pulled against someone. Their hand firmly clasp around your mouth, muffling your shock scream as you saw your husband’s body on the ground.

The thought of struggling never even crossed your mind, you can feel how much stronger then you he was. Your body tremble, knowing that he can crush you without even breaking a sweat.

Risotto’s breath was unsteady against your ear as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, the feeling of your body against his was too much.

Unable to resist himself he press a soft kiss to your neck, before biting down. He let out a groan as your blood fill his mouth, his hand sliding down, easily spanning across your stomach.

Fuck.

He should control himself.

He shouldn’t force himself on you.

But fuck do you taste good.

You let out a pained wail, your voice no longer muffled by his hand. Shaking, your eyes well up with tears from the pain.

Risotto's grip on your body tighten at the sound of your cries, his teeth still clamp down on your flesh. He could feel the blood flowing freely, painting his tongue a crimson red. The taste was intoxicating, and he found himself craving more.

He was so lost in the feeling of you in his arms, your blood in his mouth, that he almost didn’t register your words.

“W-who are you… w-why did you kill my husband?” Your voice tremble as your eyes caught sight of your husband’s body on the ground,

Slowly, he release his hold on your neck, licking away the blood that had collected there. His eyes were dark, burning with a desire that he couldn't control.

"I'm Risotto."

He said simply, his voice low and gravelly as he placed another rough kiss on your neck before explaining,

“Your husband did something stupid. Something that got him killed.”

His eyebrow furrow lightly when he saw you still staring at your husband’s body.

He can’t have you looking away from him.

Without warning he grab your chin and turn your head to face him, his eyes cold. He took a moment to look into your eyes, his expression softening when he see the tears in them.

And oh how beautiful you look with tears in your eyes.

“Don’t look at him.” He said, his voice coming out softer than he’d ever use before. “Look at me.”

His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour. He could feel the heat radiating from your skin, and it only fuel his desire. Without warning, he hoisted you up, pressing your back against the wall.

“Beside someone like him… didn’t deserve you.”

He lean in, capturing your lips in a kiss that left you breathless. His hand wrapping around your neck as he urge you silently to open your mouth and let him in.

You let out a gasp, your neck forced to lean back so you can meet his kiss.

He was so tall, dwarfing your body and covering you in his shadow. He groans into the kiss, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he feels you tremble against him. He can feel your heart racing, the feeling of it pounding against his chest like a drum.

Good.

He didn't want you to think of anything or anyone but him, the only thing on your mind should be him and only him.

He deepen the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. You taste like honey and something else, something sweet that he could easily get addicted to.

You are so perfect. He doesn’t know how anyone can ever look at you and think you’re anything other than perfect.

Every sound that came out of your mouth was like music to his ears. He want to hear more. More of your gasp as he kissed you, as he touch you, as he devour you.

He pulled away from the kiss, only to trail his lips down your jaw and neck, leaving marks as he went. He could feel your pulse jumping under his lips, and it made him want to bite down and taste you again.

But he resisted.

For now.

Instead, he move lower, his hands tugging at your clothes impatiently. He needed to feel your skin against his, to explore every inch of you.

Without warning, he rip your shirt open, the buttons scattering across the floor. He lean back, admiring the sight of your breasts, the way they heave with each breath you took. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.

His other hand slid up to fondle your other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. He could feel your body arching against him, pressing your chest closer to his mouth.

“D-don’t bite… it hurts…” you begged before letting out a yelp that was half pain and half pleasure when he bit down hard,

He hum against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. The pain and pleasure mixed together, leaving you aching for more.

He could see the mix of pain and pleasure in your eyes, hear it in the way you breathed, the way your body moved against his. It was intoxicating.

He took a moment to look up at you, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you squirm beneath his touch.

“You want me to stop?”

He ask, his voice low and husky. But he didn't wait for an answer, instead he continued to suck and bite at your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud until it was stiff and aching.

His hands continued their exploration of your body, one trailing down to your waist while the other held you steady against the wall. He could feel your pulse racing, your body trembling with need.

You close your eyes, your face and body flushing red before you panted out quietly, “I-I don’t know… we shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…”

His eyes narrowed at your words, he didn't like hearing you say that. Didn't like the idea of you thinking that you shouldn't be here, with him. He leaned back, meeting your gaze with a smoldering look.

“You don't want this?”

His hand moving to hike up your skirt as he explore the soft skin of your inner thigh. He could feel your body tensing, your breathing growing heavier as he tease you.

"I think you do."

His fingers brush against your soaked panties. He let out a low groan, the sound rumbling in his chest as he felt the wetness there. His fingers pushed the fabric aside, the two digits easily slipping inside you as he began to pump them in and out.

You moan softly as he curl his fingers, stroking your inner walls as he press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in firm, circular motions. He could feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought you closer to the edge.

Fuck.

He wants to taste you.

“W-what are you doing…” you let out a needy whine when he withdrawal his fingers, your eyes tearing up as he dropped to his knees, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he press his face against your pussy.

He could see the need in your eyes, hear it in the way your breath hitched as he planted a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

“Just relax. Let me take care of you, preciosa."

He lean in, his tongue darting out to lap at your folds. He could taste your arousal, the sweetness of it making him groan against your skin.

Fuck.

You taste so good.

He could feel your hips bucking against his face, could hear the needy whimpers that fell from your lips. It spur him on, encouraging him to keep going.

He hold onto your hip steadily, preventing you from pulling away from him as he lick at your pussy like a man starved. He could feel your walls fluttering around his tongue, could hear the breathy moans.

The combination of sensations was too much, and you found yourself tumbling over the edge, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your fingers digging into his hair as you cream all over his face.

Risotto caught you as your legs gave out, easily hoisting you up, before wiping his face with the back of his hand. His pupil blown wide as he take in the sight of your pleasured face and messed up hair.

“You're beautiful.”

He lean down, capturing your lips in another kiss. It was different this time, gentler, almost reverent before turning you around and pressing your front against the wall. He ground his hard cock against your ass and you could feel the heat of him through his pant, the hardness of his cock pressing insistently against you.

“I'm going to fuck you now.”

He could feel your heart racing, your breathing growing heavier in anticipation. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his throbbing cock. He was big, so much bigger than anything you've ever seen before. The sight of him made your pussy clench, eager for his touch.

He position himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against your fold as he held your hip steady.

“Brace yourself.”

He warn, before thrusting forward, burying himself deep inside you in one swift motion.

You let out a gasp as the air was knock out of your lung as he thrust into you. Your feet barely touching the ground as you was hold up by nothing but his cock.

Your wall massaging his cock as you let out a short pain moan. Your entire body shaking in discomfort as you try to get use to being stuff so full.

But he didn’t give you time to get use to him, he could feel your body tensing, could hear the way your breath hitching as he push deeper into you. Your back arch, pressing your breasts against the wall as he continued to fuck you at a relentless pace.

Fuck.

You felt so good wrap around him, like you were made just for him.

He lean onto your back, his chest pressing against your shoulder blades as he nuzzle your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“You're so tight. So perfect, mi amore.”

His other hand moved to grip your breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he fuck into you harder, deeper.

“Slow down… Risotto slow down please… you’re going too deep…” your eyes widen when he bit down on your neck and cram his cock deep inside your womb, your mind blank as you felt yourself climaxing on his cock again,

Risotto's eyes roll back, the sound of his name falling from your lips was like a drug. He could feel your quivering walls clenching around his cock as you as he bottom out inside you.

Fuck, yes.

His bloodlust took over, and he sank his teeth into your neck again, panting as he felt the sweet taste of your blood on his tongue.

His own release building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach. His fingers dug into your hips, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in his wake.

With a final, powerful thrust, he bury himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he shoot his cum into your womb. He could feel your stomach distending slightly from the sheer volume.

Slowly, he release your neck, his teeth leaving a red imprint on your skin as he pull out. He let out a chuckle as he watch his cum drip down your thighs, enjoying the sight of you wreck and cover in his cum.

“Risotto…” you panted his name out softly as you tried to catch your breath,

His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you tremble in his embrace. He could feel your heart racing, your body still shuddering with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He let you stay like that for a while, holding you while you catch your breath. When you finally managed to regain some semblance of control, he slowly guide you down to sit on his lap, your back press against his chest.

His hands massage your body softly, his touch gentle and soothing. He knew you were probably sore from the brutal way he had taken you, but he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty.

You stayed like that for a few minutes breathing in his scent as you calm down.

You opened your eyes, only to see his red eyes staring down at you. Your eyes flutter before looking away, only to see your husbands body on the ground again.

Risotto could see the conflicting emotions in your eyes as you glanced between him and your husband's body. He knew what you were seeing, knew that you were probably struggling with the events that had transpired.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he spoke first.

He grabbed your chin softly, moving it so you can only look at him again. As you stare up at him in confusion, he hold out his hand towards you, a simple metal band in the middle of his palm.

“Marry me.”

The word was simple, and it wasn’t a question but a demand.

He wanted you.

Your eyes widen at his word, before your body start to shake. Your breathing coming out in quick and shallow breath as you look at the ring.

“We just met…” you began to speak before noticing the cut on his wrist, “…you’re hurt.”

Did he get hurt when he killed your husband?

Seeing your worried expression he couldn’t help himself, not even acknowledging his cut before he was kissing you again.

He can never get enough of you. Of how sweet you look.

“It doesn’t matter. Sono innamorata di te.” He whisper into your ears before placing his head on your shoulders,

You watch as the ring float onto your finger, as if control by something.

“Don’t leave me….” You suddenly said out of nowhere, looking up at him your eyes wide with a almost crazy look, “…Promise you won’t leave me. You can’t ever leave me.”

He was surprise by your word, by the almost obsessive look in your eyes. He hadn’t expected that to say the least.

It seems like he have found a little psychopath.

A adorable psychopath.

“I will never leave you, cara mia.”

He can’t say he wasn’t enjoying this. He love you regardless of the way you are, if you’re insane or innocent. He can never think you’re anything but perfect.

You let out a happy sigh before kissing his neck softly, nibbling on the skin there.

“If you leave me I will kill you.” You pause, as if thinking about your word before adding, “But since I love you so much, I will eat you. I will eat you so we can be together forever.”

He smile before placing soft kisses on your knuckle.

“My pleasure. But for now why don’t you try eating me with somewhere else…”

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He doesn’t know how to put it.

But.

He has fallen in love.

He stood outside your window, his presence invisible to anyone who dare look.

Not that it mattered.

He was here for a job and he will leave soon after. Leaving behind nothing but the body of his victim and the terrified scream of those who find their body.

At least that was how it should be.

He press his hand to his mouth, his body trembling as though he was suffering from some unknown disease.

And in a way he was.

Every cell in his body was screaming that they love you, that they want you. That they want to devour you, to swallow you whole, to eat you bit by bit until you’re one with him.

He slowly straighten up again, his breathing ragged as he walk toward your house.

He will do his job.

He will kill your husband like he was order to.

Then he will take you with him.

He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

He loves you.

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It was a normal day and you were heading home to your husband, when it happened.

You was push against someone, as your eyes fell on your husband’s body on the ground.

His body twisted and his eyes bulging out, it was clear he died a very painful death.

You should be scared.

You should be very scared.

But all you can focus on was the intruders body pressing against you, his body warm and his scent surrounding you.

He was saying something.

But you couldn’t focus on what he was saying, your body surrounded by everything that was him.

His scent, his warmth, his hand on your face, his chest pressing against yours, his deep voice as he spoke, and most importantly the hard bulge you can feel pressing against you.

After that everything was a blur, all you can remember was the feeling of large body holding you down as he fuck you. The feeling of his cock scrapping against your wall and the fullness as he filled you up with his cum.

The way your cheating bastard of a husband look from the corner of your eyes, his blood staining the white carpet.

Like blood in snow.

Like innocence being tainted.

And you have never felt so…

…excited.

You discreetly kicked the bottle of poison under the sofa before biting down on his neck.

This might be a little lewd.

But.

You have fallen in love.