-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.