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Luca changretta x reader

Heavenly,

Luca is obsessed with how soft and sweet his pretty wife is, and those lingerie sets she wears aren't helping him.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, age gap, explicit language, sex, slight overstimulation, Riding him, unprotected p in v sex.

The night air in New York was thick with the scent of rain, the kind that clung to the cobblestone streets and made everything feel softer, slower. But inside the grand estate of Luca Changretta, the world was warm, wrapped in the glow of golden candlelight and the quiet hum of a gramophone playing something slow.

You sat by the vanity, brushing through your soft hair, humming gently as you did. The silk of your nightgown brushed against your skin, pooling at your thighs, the lace trim delicate and barely-there. It was a soft pink tonight, with a little bow at the center of your chest, a detail you knew would drive Luca wild.

And he was watching.

Leaning against the doorframe, his dark eyes never left you. He was still in his suit, the tie undone, the first few buttons of his shirt open, exposing the olive skin of his collarbone. He looked tired, but there was something else in his gaze ... something hungry, something that burned slow and deep.

“You know,” he murmured, voice thick with his Italian accent, “it is impossible to come home and not lose my mind when you look like this.”

You turned, your pretty smile making his heart lurch. “Like what?” you asked, innocent, so sweet it made his chest ache.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, like a lion circling its prey. His fingers trailed over the vanity, then up your shoulder, his touch featherlight but possessive.

“Like you were made to torture me,” he whispered, voice low as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

A blush bloomed on your cheeks, heat rising from your chest. “Luca,” you giggled softly, your hands coming to rest against his chest as he towered over you.

“Mia dolce,” he purred, fingers trailing down your arm, his thumb brushing the edge of your nightgown. “You make me crazy, you know that?”

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “I only wear what you like,” you admitted shyly, fingers curling into his shirt. “Because I love when you look at me like this.”

His breath hitched, his grip tightening ever so slightly. He tilted your chin up with two fingers, his thumb ghosting over your bottom lip. “Then you must love seeing me lose my mind,” he murmured, voice heavy with adoration.

You giggled again, soft and sweet, and Luca felt something in him snap.

He lifted you effortlessly, placing you on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands roamed over your thighs, feeling the lace of your stockings, the silk of your lingerie beneath your nightgown. He exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing to yours.

“You are too soft for a man like me,” he admitted, his voice raw, his fingers trembling slightly as they held you. “Too sweet. Too perfect.”

You cupped his face, your thumb tracing his sharp cheekbone. “And yet,” you whispered, “I am yours.”

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening as he kissed you, slow and deep, as if he was trying to savor you, to commit the feel of you to memory.

You sighed against his lips, melting into him, letting him hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And to Luca Changretta, you were.

His obsession. His weakness. His entire world.

Luca's hands slid reverently down the curve of your back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing yours with sensual strokes. He breathed you in, the scent of your perfume mingling with the subtle lavender from your bath. His body hardened beneath you, responding eagerly to your nearness.

"You're killing me," he murmured against your lips, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair while the other maintained its possessive hold on your waist. His mouth moved to your jaw, kissing along the sensitive line before nipping gently at your ear, making you shiver.

"I want to do bad things to you," he growled, the admission sending a thrill down your spine. His voice dripped with desire, heavy with the promise of sinful touches and whispered words. His hands moved to the hem of your nightgown, brushing gently against your legs.

His fingers hooked under the thin fabric, slowly pushing it up, revealing inch by inch of creamy skin. He paused, his knuckles brushing against your thighs, looking up at you through his dark lashes, seeking permission in your eyes. "Lift your arms," he commanded softly.

As you did, the nightgown was pulled off, leaving you in just your soft pink lingerie. The way Luca's eyes raked over you, filled with adoration and hunger, made your heart race. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the soft skin above your chest, then another to your collarbone.

Luca's lips trailed down, every kiss sending sparks across your skin. He reached the swell of your breasts and paused, his breath hot against you. Slowly, reverently, he hooked a finger under the lace of your bra, tugging it down just enough to expose your nipple.

He flicked his tongue over the hard peak, and you gasped, your fingers pressing into his shoulders for support. Luca chuckled lightly, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently, teasingly, as if he was savoring the taste of your skin.

Luca's skilled mouth worked magic on your sensitive breasts, each pull of his lips sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His hands roamed your back, kneading the muscles as he held you close. He lavished attention on one nipple before switching to the other, ensuring neither felt neglected.

"God," you whimpered, your head thrown back, baring your neck. Luca took full advantage, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses there, his hands sliding down to your thighs, squeezing.

"The sounds you make," he whispered against your neck, "drives me fucking crazy." One hand slipped between your legs, cupping you through your panties, causing you to moan louder. "Is this what I do to you?" he asked, applying gentle pressure with his fingers.

Luca's touch was light but deliberate, building a slow burn that had you writhing against him. He watched your face, his eyes dark with desire, reading every micro-expression. "My sweet little wife... you like wearing these cute sets?"

"You know I do," you murmured, finding the courage to look down into his eyes. He grinned, a wicked curve of his lips that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. "we won't be taking these off then, I want you to keep them on while I fuck you."

Luca's filthy words sent a jolt straight to your core, your panties now damp with your arousal. He slid a hand into your hair, gripping it gently but firmly as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you, dominating you utterly.

His other hand slid down your body again, cupping your lace-covered center possessively. He could feel the heat coming from you, the dampness. He pressed two fingers down, right above where you needed friction, making you whimper into his mouth. He swallowed your sounds, deepening the kiss.

His touch was unhurried yet effective, driving you slowly out of your mind. He rubbed you over your panties, gathering the wetness there, making the lace see-through. His fingers found your clit through the lace, rolling the sensitive bud gently. You moaned, breaking the kiss.

"You're so wet already, my love," he murmured, watching your face as he continued to tease you. His fingers moved down, slipping your panties to the side. He slid a finger inside you, then two, pumping slowly. "So fucking tight."

You let out a soft moan, your hips involuntarily rocking against his hand. Luca's eyes never left yours as he fingered you, his thumb circling your clit through the lace. "Do you want to be my good girl, Dolcezza?"

"Yes..." you whisper, barely able to hold back moans as he slowly picks up the pace, hitting that perfect spot inside you while keeping the rhythmic pressure on your clit. "Only good girls get rewarded..." he growls softly, nipping your bottom lip before capturing it in another passionate kiss.

Luca increased the pace, his fingers curling expertly inside you, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back. His thumb kept up the relentless pace on your clit, ensuring that every inch of you was being stimulated. And then, he pulled his fingers out, all of a sudden.

"Luca..." you whimper, feeling empty and aching. He chuckled, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties. "Not yet," he murmured, as his eyes took in your flushed cheeks and hard nipples peeking under your bra. "I want you to ride me... I want to watch you fuck yourself over my dick with this lingerie on. can you do that for me baby ?"

You nodded, too turned on to refuse. Luca undid his belt and trousers, freeing his hard cock. He sat back down on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "Straddle me, Dolcezza. Take what you need."

You shifted and positioned yourself over him, the lace of your panties brushing against his hard cock. Luca gripped your hips, slowly guiding you as you rubbed yourself against him. He then lifted your hips slightly, helping you to slide your panties to the side. The head of his cock teased your entrance.

"Take me inside you," he demanded softly, his thumb pressing onto your clit as you began to slide down onto him. Inch by slow inch, you took him into your body, holding onto his shoulders for support. Once fully seated, you paused, relishing the feeling of being completely filled by him.

A deep groan escapes his lips as he feels your tightness surround him completely. His hands squeeze your hips harder as he fights the urge to thrust upwards. Instead, he whispers against your neck, "Ride me baby... Fuck yourself on this dick."

You began to move, slowly at first, taking him almost fully out before sliding back down. You found a rhythm, your hips swiveling as you rode him. Your breasts bounced slightly with the movement. Luca caught one breast in his mouth, catching the nipple through the lace making you moan louder.

Luca's tongue swirled around your nipple, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive bud through the lace. His hands guided your hips, encouraging a deeper and faster rhythm. "Fuck, Dolcezza, you look so sexy riding my cock like this," he growled, releasing your breast with a wet pop.

The wet, slick sounds of your combined bodies filled the room, punctuated by your increasingly desperate moans. Luca's cock stretched you perfectly, hitting that special spot inside with every downward thrust. His fingers dug into your hips, surely leaving marks but you couldn't care less, too lost in pleasure.

"That's it, baby," Luca groaned, his teeth grazed against your neck as he sucked and kissed it. "Use my cock. Make yourself come all over it. ruin those panties" His thumb found your clit again, applying steady pressure as you rode him faster.

Your movements became erratic as your orgasm approached. Luca felt your inner muscles clench around his dick, pulling him deeper. You cried out, burying your face in his neck as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your warm juices coated his shaft, indeed ruining your panties.

Luca groaned loudly as he felt your orgasm hit, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock like a tight fist. He pistoned his hips upwards, fucking you through your climax and prolonging your pleasure. "That's my good girl,"

"Look at you, taking my cock so beautifully while you come apart..." His voice was husky with desire as he continued to thrust upwards, extending your orgasm. "I'm addicted to this pussy, Dolcezza..."

With a sudden movement, he flipped your positions, laying you down on the bed without slipping out. "I'm not done with you yet."

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up completely to his deep thrusts. He pounded into you, his hips slapping against your thighs. "Luca...Luca..." you whimpered, already feeling another release building within you.

"That's it, call out my name..." Luca grunted, his face contorting with pleasure. "I want the entire world to know whose pussy this is." He leaned down to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he continued to pummel into you.

"Fuck, baby..." he breathed against your lips, picking up the pace. "You're taking me so perfectly..." He reached between you to rub your swollen clit again, wanting to push you over the edge one more time. "Come on, sweet girl. Give me one more..."

You screamed into his mouth as he hit that spot inside you again and again, his thick length stretching you wide open. He felt your inner walls convulse around him, milking him closer to his own release. "You're so good to me," he growled, his voice muffled against your lips.

Luca groaned as your body clenched around him, his control snapping as he thrust up into you, chasing his own release.

His mouth found yours, swallowing your moans as he buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he came, his release spilling into you.

He held you there, his forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.

"My obsession," he whispered against your lips. "My weakness. My world."

And God help anyone who tried to take you from him.

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Luca changretta x reader

Choices, part2

Part 1

Warnings: Smut, oral(fem!recieving). That's it I think...

I was blushing so hard writing this.

(I really think Luca would be so sweet and soft with his lover despite what he does as a Mob.)

Luca Changretta had never been a man who allowed himself to want. Wanting was a weakness, an indulgence that could be exploited. But you.... you were different.

He had wanted you long before the war, before the bloodshed. Before your name became something whispered in meetings, before your family became his sworn enemies. And now, as he stood before you, rain clinging to his dark suit, his patience worn thin, Luca felt something rare curl in his chest.

Desperation.

He had given you time. Time to consider, time to weigh your choices. But it had been agony. He could control men, manipulate entire families, dictate life and death—but not you. Never you.

And so, he came back.

Your fingers tightened around the edge of the door as you met his gaze, wary, guarded. "You're impatient."

His lips quirked, though there was little amusement in his eyes. "I’ve waited long enough."

You hesitated, your heart hammering in your chest, but Luca could see it... the flicker of conflict, the way your breath caught in your throat when he took a step forward, the way your eyes darted to his lips before you looked away.

You wanted him too.

But you were afraid.

“Amore mio,” he murmured, reaching for you, his fingers skimming the bare skin of your wrist. His touch was reverent, almost hesitant. “Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

You inhaled sharply, but you didn’t pull away.

“Tell me you haven’t imagined it.”

His voice was low, coaxing, laced with something dark and sinful. Luca watched as your resolve wavered, as you fought against the undeniable pull between you. His hands came to cup your face, tilting it up so you had no choice but to look at him, to see the sincerity etched in every line of his face.

“I would give you everything,” he promised, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. “A life you could never dream of, far from blood, far from war.” He paused, his eyes burning into yours. “And I would worship you, cara mia. Every night, every morning. You would never regret saying yes.”

Your breath hitched, and Luca knew then—he had you. You could lie to yourself, you could fight it, but this was inevitable. He had already claimed you, long before this moment.

Your lips parted, but no words came. Luca’s eyes dropped to your mouth, his grip tightening ever so slightly. He was holding back, restrained only by the thin thread of control he had left.

And then, finally, you whispered, “I don’t trust you.”

Luca exhaled sharply, his grip on you firm but gentle. “Then let me prove it.”

His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “Marry me, and I will give you no reason to fear me. No reason to doubt me. Only a life where you belong to me, and I belong to you.”

A shudder ran through you, your hands finally coming up to rest against his chest. The war was still there, lurking in the background. But in this moment, under the weight of his gaze, it felt small.

Luca had won many battles. He had conquered men, cities, entire legacies.

But this... this was his greatest victory yet.

You.

And when your lips finally met his, when you surrendered with a whispered, breathless yes, he knew he would never let you go.

Your brothers didn’t try to stop the wedding. They could finally see a way out, a chance to end the bloodshed. For them, it was a reluctant peace. For Luca, it was the ultimate triumph.

The wedding was an extravagant affair, not for the world to see, but for him—for you. You stood before him, draped in white, a vision of something he had long craved but never allowed himself to believe he could have. As he slid the ring onto your finger, Luca wasn’t thinking of war, or power, or vengeance. He was thinking only of you. Of how you were his now.

And he would make sure to keep you.

That night, as he held you close, his fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns along your bare skin, he whispered, “You don’t know what you’ve done to me, amore.” His voice was thick with something raw, something unrestrained. “I thought this was about the war, about power, but it was never about that. It was always about you.”

You swallowed hard, shivering under the intensity of his gaze, his hands roaming, claiming. “And what happens now?”

Luca smirked, but there was something dark, possessive in his expression. He dragged his lips along your jaw, trailing down to your throat, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. “Now? Now, I show you that this wasn’t just a deal.” His hands slid lower, gripping, pulling you flush against him. “This was fate.”

You didn’t know if you believed in fate. But as he pushed you back against the bed, as his lips descended on yours with a hunger that made your knees weak, you knew one thing for certain.

Luca Changretta had won.

And he was never letting go.

Luca's lips crashed against yours with a fervor that stole your breath, his hands sliding possessively down your curves as he lowered you onto the plush silk sheets.

His hand moved to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your dress, making you arch against him. "Do you know what this means," he whispered against your neck, "being married to a Changretta? Being married to me ?" His touch was both gentle and commanding, making your heart race.

"It means you're mine, completely. And I intend to worship every inch of my wife's body." His fingers traced the edge of your wedding dress, slowly pushing the material down your shoulders, revealing more of your smooth skin. .

"Every..." he murmured, kissing along your collarbone, "single..." another kiss below your ear, "inch..." His fingers traced the hem of your dress, slowly gathering it higher, revealing more of your thigh.

"You have no idea how many times I imagined this moment, laying you out on my bed and taking what's mine." He nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your scent as his fingers hooked into the straps of your dress.

"I've waited so long to have you like this. Soft. Yielding. All to myself." His lips found yours again, this time with a languid hunger, his tongue exploring your mouth with deep, deliberate strokes as his hands continued to hike up your dress, revealing your lacy panties.

Luca pulled back only long enough to strip you out of your dress and toss it aside, his gaze roaming over your bare skin with intense admiration. "You're fucking exquisite," he breathed, leaning down to kiss your stomach, his hands sliding up your arms to pin your wrists above your head.

"Keep them there," he ordered, his voice low and commanding as he began to trail kisses down your body, his hands trailing heat along your sides.

He kissed you again. Luca's mouth moved lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum, in between your breasts, before capturing one taut peak.

You gasped as his tongue swirled around your nipple, eliciting a deep moan from you. He pulled it between his teeth, sucking gently.He switched to the other breast, giving it equal attention, making you arch your back with pleasure. "God, you're responsive," he murmured against your skin.

His hands slid to your thighs, spreading them gently as he settled between them."Perfect," he breathed, spreading your legs wider to fit between them. He nuzzled his face between your thighs, inhaling your scent deeply. "So perfect..." He used his thumbs to part your folds, exposing you further to his hot breath. "And all mine."

His tongue flicked out, tasting you for the first time, making you cry out and grip the sheets above your head. "So sweet," he murmured against your sensitive flesh, licking deeper. "My sweet little wife."

Luca wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them open as he buried his face between your spread legs, devouring you hungrily. His tongue laps at your wetness, circling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. His name fell from your lips on a broken cry.

"That's it," he growled against you, "say my name again while I make you come." His tongue stroked you in long, steady movements, while one hand slid up your stomach to cup your breast. Your hips lifted involuntarily, meeting each stroke of his tongue, feeling yourself losing control.

"Luca..." you whimpered, your body tensing as you felt the pleasure building too quickly. He could feel it too, his fingers digging into your thighs possessively as he held you open wider. "Look at me," he ordered, lifting his head briefly to give the command.

Your eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust, locking onto Luca's molten gaze. His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit mercilessly, pushing you towards the edge. "You're going to come on my tongue like a good little wife,"

Luca growled those words against your sensitive clit before sucking it back into his mouth, sending jolts of intense pleasure through your core. His tongue moved relentlessly, bringing you to the brink as he maintained eye contact, commanding your orgasm with nothing but his heated gaze and skilled mouth.

"Yes," he hissed against you, feeling your walls ripple and quiver. His fingers tightened on your legs as he pulled you closer, pressing his mouth to your pulsing clit. Your loud moans filled the room as he pushed you over the edge, consuming your first orgasm as his wife with greedy hunger.

Luca slowly lifted his head, his lips glistening wet with your juices as he crawled up your body with a smug, satisfied grin. "That was fucking gorgeous," he murmured, capturing your lips in a deep, dirty kiss so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You could feel his hardness pressed against your thigh, his body shaking with need as he hovered over you. "Need to be inside you right now," he growled, breaking the kiss to murmur hotly into your ear. "But I don't want to rush this. I've waited too fucking long."

He trailed hot kisses down your neck as his hands roamed your body, squeezing your curves possessively. "Want to savor this," he murmured against your collarbone, "take my time with this sweet little body that belongs to me now." His voice was filled with reverence and hunger for you.

And he did indeed take his time...

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Luca changretta x reader

Soft,

This is pure fluff. It's just Luca being so soft and so sweet with Reader.

You melt into Luca’s embrace, his warmth seeping into your skin, his presence wrapping around you like a second heartbeat. The dim light flickers in the quiet room, the steady ticking of the clock the only reminder that time hasn’t stopped, though it feels like it has. His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly close, as if he needs you under his skin, in his veins, as much as he’s already in yours.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers grazing your skin so softly it sends a shiver down your spine. "You’re like a bloody angel," he murmurs, voice hushed, reverent. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, pressing slow, lingering kisses there, each one stealing a piece of you, each one branding him deeper into your soul. His hands roam over your body, tracing invisible constellations across your skin, his touch reverent but burning with restraint. You can feel it—the want, the need, the unspoken hunger—but he keeps it slow, savoring the moment, savoring you.

When he captures your lips, the kiss is deep and unhurried, his thumb tracing delicate circles against your cheekbone. "You’re my fucking everything," he breathes against your lips.

"Shh..." you whisper, pressing a finger to his mouth, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips. "No swearing tonight. Just stay like this."

His chuckles but he obeys, sealing his lips shut as he tightens his hold around you. He nuzzles against you again, inhaling deeply, as if he could drown in your scent. "Like this?" His voice is barely more than a whisper, rough and desperate in a way that makes your heart clench.

You nod, your fingers sliding over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, strong and steady, tethering you to him. The moonlight catches his face, casting a glow over his features, softening the sharp edges, making him look almost vulnerable. He kisses along your collarbone, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake, each kiss a silent confession.

"I love you," he murmurs.

You exhale, the words slipping from your lips like a promise. "I love you too."

Your arms curl around his neck, pulling him closer, pulling him in. His lips meet yours again, deep and slow, as if he’s trying to pour every unsaid word into the kiss. His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you there, grounding himself in the taste of you. He trails kisses down your jaw, across your cheek, over the tip of your nose, each touch unbearably tender.

"You’re driving me fucking insane, you know that?" His voice is rough, strained, filled with a tension that thrums in the air between you. He nips at your neck, his hands squeezing your waist, your hips, fingers pressing just hard enough to make you gasp.

You giggle softly, nails dragging lightly down his back, grounding him, teasing him. "Luca ! … no swearing," you remind him, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

Luca groans, a low, rumbling sound deep in his chest, but he relents. "Alright, alright," he murmurs, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently along your cheekbones. He kisses you again, softer this time, like he’s memorizing the shape of your lips. "I’ll behave." But there’s a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, a storm lingering in his dark eyes.

His gaze locks onto yours, deep and intense, pulling you under. "You’re the only one who can make me go soft, you know that?" His forehead presses against yours, his fingers trailing lazy patterns along your spine. "My angel. My sanctuary."

Your breath catches, your heart aching with the sheer weight of what he’s saying. You thread your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently, and whisper, "My love..."

He exhales sharply, eyes fluttering shut for just a second before they snap open again, burning into yours. You smile, tilting your head, voice barely above a breath. "And you’re supposed to be this big, bad gangster..." You press soft kisses against his chest, right over his heart. "But here you are, being all sweet and gentle."

Luca chuckles, the sound warm, indulgent, filled with something deeper—something raw. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him, his lips curling into the kind of smirk that makes your stomach tighten. "Only for you," he murmurs, sealing the words with another slow, searing kiss.

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Masterlist :

Luca changretta

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Part 1

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Choices :

Part 1

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"college is the best years of your life" "college is for meeting new people and expanding your mind" wrong. college is for discovering new types of grief. also the timeloop

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Luca changretta x reader

Strange, (part 2)

Part 1

I was thinking of adding a summary but I felt like I'd spoil it for you guys. I hope you enjoy it :)

The days that followed the gala felt strangely hollow. You hadn’t seen Luca since that night, hadn’t even heard from him. Not a single call, not a single message.

Not that you expected one...

His words still echoed in your mind, cutting through you at random moments. You looked so easy tonight. No one would be interested in you beyond just you.

You should have been furious. And you were. But the anger was tangled with something else—something you didn’t want to admit.

You missed him.

You missed his voice, the way it deepened when he was tired. You missed the way his fingers absentmindedly brushed over your skin when he was lost in thought. You missed the intensity in his gaze when he looked at you—before it turned into something darker.

But you couldn’t see him.

So you avoided every place you knew he would be. You skipped the restaurants he frequented, changed your usual routes, and even ignored a few mutual acquaintances who might mention your whereabouts.

And still, no matter how much you tried to shut him out, the ache in your chest remained.

Luca, on the other hand, buried himself in work.

Meetings, deals, late nights at the office—he drowned himself in distractions, but it didn’t help. Because no matter how much money he made, how many business partners he shook hands with, nothing could erase the fact that you were avoiding him.

And he hated it.

He had checked. He knew you weren’t showing up at your usual spots, knew you were deliberately keeping your distance. And worst of all? He knew exactly why.

You were upset.

You were mad at him.

And for the first time in a long time, Luca didn’t know how to fix it.

He wasn’t the kind of man to apologize easily—hell, he wasn’t even sure if he should apologize. What he said that night… he had meant it. Every word. And he knows how much that hurt you, maybe he had underestimated the damage it would do.

At first, he had tried to be patient. He told himself you just needed space, that you would come back to him on your own. But every passing day gnawed at him like a slow, insidious poison.

You weren’t just upset. You were avoiding him.

And Luca wasn’t a man who handled being ignored well.

The final straw came when he spotted you... completely by accident.

He had been leaving a meeting when he saw you across the street, walking with someone. Some guy.

Luca didn’t recognize him, didn’t care to. All he saw was the way you smiled at whatever the guy had said, the way your head tilted slightly toward him.

And it hit him like a fucking punch to the gut.

You were moving on.

You were slipping away.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Luca was striding across the street, his mind blank with nothing but need.

He needed to see you.

Needed to touch you.

Needed to remind you who you belonged to.

Your laughter cut off the moment you saw him.

Your breath hitched. You hadn’t seen him in days, but here he was, standing before you, looking like he hadn’t slept, looking like a man on the edge.

His eyes flicked to the guy beside you.

"Leave."

It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a demand, laced with something deadly.

Your companion stiffened, glancing between you and Luca before wisely deciding to walk away.

Luca didn’t even wait for him to disappear completely before stepping closer to you.

"You’ve been avoiding me," he said, his voice low, rough.

You lifted your chin, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded at his nearness. "I think I had a good reason."

His jaw clenched. "And I think you’ve made your point."

You scoffed, turning to walk away, but Luca’s hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist. Not painfully, not forcefully—just enough to make you feel him.

"Don’t," he murmured. "Don’t walk away from me again."

There was something raw in his voice, something desperate that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You don’t get to do this, Luca," you whispered. "You don’t get to say the things you said to me and then act like you need me."

His fingers tightened slightly. "But I do need you."

You froze.

The confession was quiet, but it carried more weight than anything he had ever said before.

Luca exhaled sharply, stepping even closer, his grip sliding from your wrist to your hand. "I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to want someone the way I want you without losing my fucking mind."

Your breath hitched.

He was unraveling in front of you, the cracks finally showing. The strong, untouchable Luca was breaking—and you were the reason.

"Then maybe you shouldn’t want me," you said, forcing the words out even though they felt like glass in your throat.

Something dark flickered in his eyes. "Too late for that."

Before you could react, before you could stop yourself from falling back into him, Luca did the one thing you were both burning for.

He kissed you.

Luca’s lips crashed against yours with a desperation that stole the breath from your lungs.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t careful. It was raw, unfiltered need.

His hands cupped your face, fingers threading through your hair as if anchoring himself to you, like if he let go, you’d disappear again. And God, he couldn’t survive that.

You should have pulled away. You should have shoved him back and reminded him of all the cruel things he’d said. But instead, you melted into him.

Because you missed him, too.

The past days had been unbearable—empty, colorless. No matter how hard you tried to shut him out, your body still remembered the way he felt. Your heart still craved his presence.

So you let yourself fall.

You kissed him back with all the frustration, all the yearning, all the longing that had been building inside you since the night of the gala. Your fingers gripped the lapels of his coat, pulling him impossibly closer as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, deepening the kiss with a groan that sent heat pooling in your stomach.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. His forehead rested against yours, his hands still cradling your face as if you were something fragile—something precious.

"I’m sorry," he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. "I shouldn’t have said those things. I shouldn’t have made you feel like that."

You swallowed, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Then why did you?"

His jaw clenched. He exhaled sharply, like he was trying to steady himself, trying to find the words.

"Because I’m a fucking idiot," he admitted, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Because I saw the way they looked at you that night, and it drove me insane. I hated it. I hated that they wanted you—hated that they thought they had a chance."

Your eyes searched his, trying to make sense of everything.

"But you made it sound like I was the problem," you whispered.

His expression twisted in regret. "I know. I know, and I hate myself for it. I just—" He broke off, his grip on you tightening. "I don’t know how to want you without feeling like I’m losing control. And that night, I did lose control. I hurt you, and I fucking hate myself for it."

Your chest ached at the sincerity in his voice.

"Luca…"

He let out a shaky breath, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before looking at you again. "I miss you." His voice was quieter now, raw. "I miss your voice, your touch, the way you look at me. I miss everything."

Your resolve cracked.

Because you missed him, too.

"Walk me home," you murmured.

Something flickered in his eyes... hope, relief, want.

He nodded. "Okay."

The streets were quiet as you walked, the tension between you thick enough to choke on. Luca’s hand hovered near yours, as if fighting the urge to grab it.

Every few steps, you felt his gaze on you, heavy and unrelenting.

"You’re staring," you murmured, glancing up at him.

"I can’t help it," he admitted.

Your stomach flipped.

The air was cold, but your skin was burning. From his words, from his nearness, from the way his fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver up your spine.

"That guy you saw me with, he's Maria's boyfriend... he was telling about what he wanted to do for her birthday..." You didn't want him to get the wrong idea. And he just smiled, he was wondering if you really tried to move on.

By the time you reached your door, your heart was racing.

You turned to face him, your fingers playing with the hem of your coat, unsure of what to say now that you were here.

Luca just looked at you, his gaze dark, hungry.

"I should let you go," he murmured, but he didn’t move.

A silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words, unspoken need.

And then, before you could second-guess yourself, before you could think too hard about what this meant, you stepped closer.

"Come inside," you whispered.

His breath hitched.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded.

Because tonight, you didn’t want to be alone. You didn’t want to fight the pull between you any longer.

Luca didn’t need to be asked twice.

He followed you inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The door clicked shut behind him, sealing you both inside the quiet of your home. The air between you was thick, charged with something neither of you dared to name but both of you felt.

Luca stood there, unmoving, watching you. His hands flexed at his sides, like he was physically holding himself back, fighting the need that pulsed through his veins.

You swallowed, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears.

"You don’t have to stand there like a statue," you murmured, your voice softer now.

A flicker of something dangerous crossed his face. "If I move, I might not be able to stop."

The honesty in his voice sent a shiver through you.

For days, you’d been drowning in longing, in missing him, in the aching absence of his presence. And now, he was here. Inches away. Close enough to touch.

And you wanted to touch him.

So you did.

You reached out, fingers grazing the lapels of his coat, feeling the warmth of him beneath the fabric. His breath hitched, but he didn’t stop you.

"Luca…" you whispered, looking up at him.

His eyes burned into yours, dark and intense. "Say it again."

You blinked. "Say what?"

"My name. I missed hearing it from your lips." His voice was rough, almost desperate.

Your fingers curled into his coat. "Luca."

That was all it took.

He moved.

One moment, he was standing still, the next, he had you pressed against the wall, his body caging yours in. His hands framed your face, tilting your head up as his lips crashed against yours.

It was nothing like the kiss on the street.

That had been raw, desperate.

This was worse.

This was slow, lingering—like he was memorizing every inch of you, like he wanted to undo the days of distance in a single moment. His hands slid down, gripping your waist, pulling you against him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you.

You melted.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, drinking in his warmth, his scent, him.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his breathing was ragged. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, but his grip on you tightened like he was terrified you actually would.

You didn’t.

Instead, you whispered, "Stay."

His entire body tensed. "You don’t know what you’re asking."

You looked up at him, eyes searching his. "Yes, I do."

Luca exhaled sharply, his fingers grazing your cheek, his touch featherlight now, so different from his usual intensity. "You’re going to ruin me," he murmured.

You smiled, breathless. "I think you ruined me first."

A low curse left his lips before he kissed you again, deeper this time, like he was claiming you, like he was making up for every second he had spent without you.

And as he followed you deeper into your home, one thing became certain... Tonight, neither of you would be alone.

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You should be able to say “don’t touch me” to anyone ever in any context and not have it be considered in the realm of surprising or insulting imho if we ever needed to normalize something it’s this

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fucking insane to me that people can be mean to kids. this thing is four to five shoe boxes tall and youre shouting at it ?? ? what is your damage the mf just got here.

[electronicladyheart]

Michael Corleone

The Godfather, part II

[electronicladyheart]

Luca changretta x reader

Choices.

This follows a plot I found in c.ai, authored by "@SLUT4REID", I loved that bot, so I decided to try and write something following that storyline except this focuses more on Luca’s feelings and emotions, guys I love men who yearn , so I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. And I'm just starting to write so please feel free to give advice or any opinion :)

No warnings

(I've had the GIF for a long time and I really don't know who posted it on pinterest originally.)

Luca Changretta had waited for this moment longer than he cared to admit.

Sitting on your couch, glass of whiskey in hand, he watched the door, his patience as unshakable as ever. The Black Hand had been delivered to the Shelbys—every single one of them. Except you. Not because you weren’t one of them, not because you were forgotten, but because Luca had no desire to see you suffer.

No, his intentions for you were entirely different.

When the door finally creaked open and you stepped inside, his dark eyes drank in the sight of you, the familiar fire in your gaze, the cautious way you held yourself. You were confused, caught off guard, and yet—Luca saw the flicker of recognition, the silent acknowledgment that a part of you had always known he’d find his way to you eventually.

“I was waiting for you, amore.”

His voice was smooth, warm, but beneath it lay an undercurrent of something deeper—something unspoken.

You hesitated, eyes darting to him, to the drink in his hand, to the way he seemed so at home in your space. “I don’t remember inviting you in.”

Luca smiled, but it wasn’t just amusement—it was possession, longing wrapped in silk. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

He could see the questions forming behind your eyes, the calculations, the sharp wit he had always admired about you. And yet, the thing that mattered most—the reason he was here—hung between you like a thread waiting to snap.

“Why didn’t I get one?” you finally asked, voice steady despite the tension coiling in the air.

He set his glass down carefully, his fingers lingering on the rim before he leaned forward, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Because I don’t want to kill you.”

The words were simple, but their weight was immeasurable. He had built his empire on power, on vengeance, on blood. And yet, for you, he had rewritten his own rules.

He stood then, moving toward you with a slow, deliberate grace, his voice low. “You walked away from them, but you’re still here, still close enough to be caught in this war.” His jaw tightened, his restraint palpable. “And I can’t allow that.”

Your eyes narrowed. “So what, you think you can just walk in here and threaten me into submission?”

His expression softened—just a fraction. “No, cara mia,” he murmured. “I’m here to offer you something else.”

You watched him warily as he reached for your hand, his touch light but searing. “A deal?”

“A life.” His voice dipped lower, rich with something raw. “With me.”

You stiffened, but he didn’t let go. “Marry me, and the war ends. Your family lives.”

Your breath caught. The words should have felt like a calculated move, another strategic play in the game of blood and power. But Luca knew the truth. This wasn’t about strategy. It wasn’t about conquest.

It was about you.

He had watched you from the shadows, admired the fire in you, the way you carried yourself with a strength that rivaled his own. And he had wanted you—long before the war, long before the bloodshed. This wasn’t a deal for him. It was the only way he knew to keep you, to have you without forcing you into his world in a way that would break you.

His thumb traced slow circles against your wrist, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I would give you everything, tesoro mio. A life of comfort, of security. No fear. No war.” His eyes darkened, his fingers tightening just slightly. “And I would cherish you in ways no man ever could.”

You swallowed hard, your mind warring with itself, with the undeniable truth in his gaze.

“And if I say no?”

His jaw clenched, but not with anger—with something far more vulnerable. “Then I fight. And people will die.”

A heavy silence stretched between you. Luca’s grip remained firm but gentle, his thumb still brushing against your skin as though grounding himself in the reality of having you this close.

He searched your face, desperate for something—acceptance, understanding, anything to tell him you could see what this truly was. That you knew this offer wasn’t a move to seize power but a plea from a man who had already surrendered to something far greater.

“Think about it, amore,” he murmured, his voice barely above a breath. “I’ll be waiting.”

And for the first time in his life, Luca Changretta felt what it was like to be at the mercy of someone else’s choice.

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Luca changretta x reader

Strange,

(Since I haven't found lots of Luca changretta x reader content, I decided I'll start writing it myself.

This is my first time ever writing something like this. So I hope whoever reads it likes it.)

Note: this is angst, Luca is being a dick honestly

Luca had been acting strange around you lately—distant, impatient, like something was constantly gnawing at him. He barely spared you a glance when you were around, his temper running shorter by the day.

Tonight, you were supposed to accompany him to a gala, a grand event filled with polished smiles and power plays. You slipped into a sleek black gown that shimmered under the light, hugging your curves just right. A pair of red heels clicked against the floor as you moved, your makeup subtle yet striking. You sat before the mirror, carefully adjusting your hair, when Luca strode in, his presence sharp and imposing.

"How long is this going to take?" he asked, irritation lacing his voice as he checked his watch.

The night didn’t improve from there. At the gala, Luca all but abandoned you, immediately diving into conversations with businessmen he regularly dealt with. Not once did he attempt to include you. The only acknowledgment he gave were fleeting glances, barely enough to hold weight.

As the evening dragged on, regret settled deep in your chest. You had spent most of the night alone, exchanging polite but empty words with a few women nearby. Even the champagne in your hand tasted bitter.

Then, you felt it—eyes on you. A man had been watching you for the past hour, his gaze unwavering, his interest clear. You had been ignoring him, but now, he made his move, stepping beside you with effortless confidence.

"I don't believe we've met before, miss...?"

You turned to look at him, then instinctively cast a glance toward Luca. He was across the room, grinning at something his associate had said, completely engrossed.

"Y/n," you replied coolly. "And you are?"

The man—Alessio, as he introduced himself—was surprisingly charming, his words smooth yet measured. He genuinely seemed to think you had come alone. You found yourself laughing at something he said, the first moment of lightness you’d felt all evening—

Until a firm hand snaked around your waist.

Luca.

Of course, the moment another man so much as breathed in your direction, he appeared at your side. Without so much as a word, he excused you both and led you swiftly out of the ballroom, his grip possessive, unyielding.

“Luca… what’s wrong?” you asked as he pulled you into an empty office, shutting the door with a soft but decisive click.

He turned to face you, stepping closer, forcing you back. His eyes burned with something unreadable, frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

"What’s wrong? Really?" His voice was deceptively calm, but there was an edge to it, something dangerous lurking underneath. "Do you even know who you were just talking to?"

You frowned. "His name is Alessio… why?"

Luca let out a sharp breath, his jaw tightening. "Alessio Cardoni. He’s been stirring up trouble with my business for months. And now—" His eyes darkened as he took another step toward you. "Now, he thinks he can take my woman, too."

Your heart stuttered at his words, but anger flared just as quickly. "How was I supposed to know that? You haven’t spoken to me all night, Luca. You’ve been ignoring me. And now you’re mad?"

Silence hung thick between you, tension crackling like a storm about to break.

Luca’s chest rose and fell sharply, his usual composed demeanor unraveling before your eyes.

"You’re always like this," he spat, pacing a step away before turning back, his gaze burning into yours. "So polite, so sweet with everyone. Do you have any idea what that makes you? An easy target."

Your lips parted, a protest forming, but he cut you off before you could even breathe.

"Since the moment we walked into that damn gala, every single man in that room was looking at you. Undressing you with their eyes. And you—" He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "You just smiled at them, entertained their damn glances like you don’t even notice."

Your stomach twisted at his words. This wasn’t just frustration; this was something else entirely. A possessiveness that clawed at the edges of reason.

"Luca, I—"

"You don’t get it, do you?" He stepped closer, his voice dropping to something darker, something unsettling. "You make it so easy. With the way you are. That softness, that damn kindness."

You instinctively stepped back.

"You looked so easy tonight," he said, his voice almost a whisper now, but it hit you harder than if he had shouted.

Your back met the cold surface of the wall, stopping you from retreating any further. Luca was close now, too close. His presence loomed over you, his hands planted firmly on either side of you, caging you in.

"You think men like Alessio see you as anything more than something to have?" His breath was heavy, laced with something bitter. "No one would be interested in you beyond just you."

Your throat tightened. You wanted to argue, to push back against the venom in his words, but you were too stunned, too shaken by the raw possessiveness in his tone.

This wasn’t the Luca you knew.

And yet, something in his eyes told you that maybe—just maybe—this was the real him all along.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, each word slicing deeper than the last.

Luca’s voice was low, but his words carried a sharpness that left no room for misinterpretation.

"You think men respect you because you smile at them? Because you’re polite? They don’t," he sneered. "They see a pretty face, a soft voice, and they assume you’ll be easy to bend to their will. Just like Alessio did tonight."

Your breath hitched, but he wasn’t finished.

"They see you standing there, sipping your drink, looking so uninterested, so untouchable—but the moment they get close, you let them in. Laughing at their jokes, making them think they have a chance." He scoffed, his jaw tightening. "You don’t even realize what you’re doing, do you?"

His words felt like knives, cutting into something fragile inside you.

"Luca, stop." Your voice was barely above a whisper, your hands pressing against his chest in a weak attempt to create space between you.

But he didn’t move.

"You act so innocent," he went on, his gaze burning into you, "but you’re naive if you think any of them care about more than what they can take from you." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "And you let them look. You let them think they can have you."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a mix of anger, confusion, and hurt swelling in your chest.

"That’s not true," you managed to say, your voice wavering.

Luca let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow. "Isn’t it? Then tell me, what were you doing when he was leaning in, whispering in your ear? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were enjoying every second of it."

Your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your fists.

"Do you even hear yourself right now?" you snapped, the sting of his accusations igniting something fiery inside you. "I was making conversation, Luca. Something you wouldn’t know because you haven’t spoken to me all night!"

Silence.

For a moment, the only sound between you was your heavy breathing. Then, Luca leaned in, his voice dangerously low.

"I ignored you for a reason."

Your stomach twisted. "What?"

His eyes darkened. "Because I knew the second I took my eyes off you, someone would try to take what’s mine."

His.

The word sent a shiver down your spine—not from longing, but from something else entirely.

And in that moment, standing there against the cold wall, you realized something terrifying.

Luca wasn’t just possessive.

He was dangerous.

"I ignored you for a reason."

That sentence replayed in your mind, twisting itself into something far more sinister than just jealousy.

Luca’s eyes bore into you, his hands still caging you in. He was so close now that his scent—faint cologne mixed with something darker, something tense—filled your senses.

"You think I don’t see it?" he murmured, his voice disturbingly calm. "The way men look at you. The way they want you."

Your breath hitched, but he didn’t stop.

"And you let them," he continued, his jaw clenching as his fingers twitched at his sides. "You let them think they have a chance."

Your heart ached at the sheer intensity in his tone, but more than that, something inside you was screaming—this isn’t love.

"Luca, you’re twisting this," you said, voice steadier now, though your hands trembled slightly against the wall. "I was just being polite. I wasn’t—"

"Stop lying to yourself," he cut you off, his eyes flashing with something unreadable. "You think kindness makes you untouchable? That’s exactly what makes men like Alessio think you’re available."

He exhaled harshly, his hands finally pulling away from the wall, but only to land on your waist. His grip was firm, possessive.

"You don’t get it," he whispered, almost bitterly. "No one looks at you and wants to know you. They want to own you. They want to take you." His fingers pressed in slightly, enough to make your skin burn beneath his touch. "Just like I do."

Your breath caught in your throat.

This was different. This wasn’t the Luca you had known—the charming, intelligent man who once held you with something close to admiration. This was someone else entirely.

Someone who saw you as a possession.

"Let me go," you said, forcing your voice to be strong even as your body betrayed you with a shiver.

Luca didn’t move at first. He just stared at you, his expression flickering between anger and something even darker.

Then, slowly, he let his hands fall away.

A sharp exhale left his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the tense line of his jaw.

"You don’t understand, Y/n," he muttered, stepping back just slightly. "I’m the only thing keeping men like him from taking you for themselves."

Your stomach twisted.

"You’re wrong," you said, voice shaking slightly. "I don’t belong to anyone, Luca. Not you, not Alessio, not anyone."

For a moment, he just looked at you, his expression unreadable. Then, he let out a quiet, bitter laugh.

"You really think that?" he murmured, his voice dropping into something almost pitying.

His eyes met yours one last time before he turned toward the door.

"Then let’s see what happens when I stop protecting you."

And with that, he walked out, leaving you breathless, shaken… and terrified of what could come next...

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please reblog the fundraisers you see on your dash. please. if you claim to care about palestine, NOW is the time to prove it. everyone said gaza will be worse off if trump wins - well, now he has. the least anyone can do now is reblog and share and DONATE to as many fundraisers as possible. especially if you're american. you want harm reduction? this is harm reduction. help gazan families.

you can't decide where to start?

gazafunds

mohammad, nawal, and baby roaa

yousef, khadija, and baby majd

ahmed, his family, and their cat soso

nairuz and hussein's spreadsheet | gazavetters' spreadsheet | the butterfly effect spreadsheet

fundraisers linked on my blog

esims

pick a name. any name. read their story. realize that what you feel now, they feel everyday, a thousandfold. donate whatever you can. at the very least, reblog if you can't.

there is no excuse not to.