heartsforluigimangione

[heartsforluigimangione]

Lust and promises

POV: Luigi seeks you out after the 'incident' to hide him away from the world in your apartment in NYC. warnings: smut (with plot), angst??

2340 Words

All thirst aside i really hope he’s okay and nothing bad happens to him, Luigi deserves better💟

The city outside your window was still cloaked in the muted gray of dawn, the faint hum of its waking life barely audible through the glass. Inside your apartment, the air felt heavy charged with the kind of tension that made your skin prickle. Luigi Mangione lay beside you, his broad chest rising and falling in a rhythm that betrayed his exhaustion. His dark hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and even in sleep, there was something dangerous about him. Something magnetic. 

Now, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, you watched him stir. His eyes fluttered open, dark and stormy, before locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you was thick, laden with unspoken words and promises neither of you could keep.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Morning," you whispered back, your voice barely audible.

His hand lingered, tracing small circles on your skin. "You didn't have to do this, you know. Letting me stay here... it's risky."

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but your heart was racing. "What else was I supposed to do? Leave you out there?"

He chuckled softly, the sound low and gravelly. "You're too good for me." His touch grew firmer, more deliberate. "But I'm not complaining."

Your breath hitched as his fingers trailed up your arm, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. "Luigi..." you started, but he cut you off.

"Don't," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Don't say anything. Just let me... just let me be here with you."

There was something raw in his voice, something vulnerable that he rarely let show. It tugged at you, pulling you closer until your bodies were almost touching.

"I'll keep you safe," he promised, his eyes burning with intensity. "No matter what happens, I won't let anyone hurt you."

"And I'll protect you," you replied without hesitation. "You can stay here as long as you need. No one will find you."

A slow smile spread across his face, and for a moment, he looked almost boyish. Almost innocent. But then his gaze dropped to your lips, and the air between you shifted. The electricity that had been simmering beneath the surface suddenly crackled to life, impossible to ignore.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "I can't help myself."

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, hungry and demanding. You melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. It was desperate, urgent, like he needed to remind himself that he was still alive. That you were still here.

His tongue slid against yours, hot and slick, and a moan escaped your throat. He swallowed it greedily, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

"Wait," he said, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. "Better?"

"Much," you breathed, your eyes drinking in the sight of him. His chest was muscular, littered with scars that told stories you'd never hear. Stories of violence and survival. Stories of a man who lived by his own rules.

He reached for the hem of your shirt, hesitating for a fraction of a second before pulling it off. His eyes darkened as they roamed over your bare skin, and you felt a flush of heat creep up your neck.

"You're fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands sliding up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You know that?"

You shook your head, feeling self-conscious, but he didn't give you a chance to protest. His lips crashed into yours again, silencing any doubts. His kisses were relentless, each one deeper, harder, more insistent than the last. It was like he was trying to erase everything else—the danger, the guilt, the fear—and replace it with nothing but you.

Luigi's hands tightened around your wrists as he pinned you gently but firmly to the mattress, his breath hot against your skin. His lips trailed from your mouth down to your jawline, nipping and sucking lightly, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You gasped, arching into him as his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"God, I've wanted this," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down your spine. "So fucking long—I couldn't stop thinking about you."

His words were like fuel to the fire burning inside you, and you writhed beneath him, desperate for more. Luigi didn't disappoint. His mouth moved lower, kissing and licking a path down your neck to your collarbone. Each touch was deliberate, calculated, as if he were mapping every inch of you, committing it to memory.

When his lips closed over one taut nipple, you cried out, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. He chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "You like that?" he teased, swirling his tongue around the peak before pulling it into his mouth again.

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while his free hand drifted lower, skimming over your stomach. The anticipation was maddening, and you squirmed, trying to guide his hand where you needed it most.

But Luigi was in no hurry. He was savoring every moment, every touch, every sound you made. His fingers traced lazy circles on your hip before finally dipping between your thighs. You moaned, spreading your legs wider, inviting him in.

"So wet for me already," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

He slid a finger inside you, curling it just right, and you bucked against his hand, a cry escaping your lips. He added a second finger, lazily pumping them in and out while his thumb circled your clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

"Not yet," Luigi whispered, pulling his hand away despite your whimper of protest. "I want to taste you first."

Before you could respond, he shifted down the bed, settling between your legs. His breath ghosted over your slick folds, and you shuddered, anticipation coiling tight in your belly. Then his tongue was on you, long, slow strokes that had you gripping the sheets for dear life.

"Oh God," you moaned, your hips lifting off the mattress as he lapped at your sensitive flesh. He groaned in response, the sound vibrating through you, and you nearly came apart right then and there.

But Luigi wasn't done. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, holding you open as he buried his face in your pussy. His tongue flicked over your clit, alternating between rapid, teasing flicks and firm, steady pressure. It was too much and not enough all at once, and you could feel yourself unraveling.

"Luigi, please," you begged, your voice breaking. "I need—"

He knew exactly what you needed. Slipping two fingers back inside you, he curled them just so, hitting that sweet spot while his tongue worked magic on your clit. The combination was devastating, and you came hard, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

He didn't let up, drawing out your orgasm until you were trembling, oversensitive and spent. Only then did he pull back, sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched you catch your breath.

"You're incredible," he said, crawling back up your body to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips, the thought making you blush even as it turned you on all over again.

"Your turn," you whispered against his mouth, reaching for the waistband of his pants. He hesitated for a split second before letting go, allowing you to push his sweatpants down his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and hard.

Luigi groaned when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him slowly. "Fuck, baby," he breathed, his hips jerking into your touch. "You're going to kill me."

You smirked, enjoying the way you could make this strong, dangerous man fall apart with just your hand. But you wanted more. Swinging your leg over his lap, you straddled him, aligning his tip with your entrance. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his eyes locked on yours as you slowly sank down onto him.

The stretch was exquisite, and you both groaned in unison as he filled you completely. Once seated, you paused for a moment, adjusting to the sensation. Luigi's head fell back, his jaw clenched as he fought for control.

"You feel so good," he ground out, his hands flexing on your hips. "Faster, baby. Please."

You obliged, rocking your hips in a slow, torturous rhythm. The drag of him inside you was pure bliss, and you could feel your body tightening around him already. Luigi thrust up to meet you, his pace growing faster, more urgent.

"Harder," you pleaded, nails digging into his shoulders. He complied without hesitation, slamming into you with such force that you saw stars. Every thrust hit that perfect spot, and you could feel another orgasm building, stronger than the last.

"Look at me," he demanded, and you obeyed, locking eyes with him as he fucked you relentlessly. The intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through you, and you knew neither of you would last much longer.

"Luigi, I'm—" Your words were cut off by a strangled moan as your body spasmed around his, pleasure crashing over you in waves. He followed close behind, burying himself deep inside you as he found his own release, growling your name like a prayer.

For a moment, you just stayed like that, clinging to each other as you caught your breath. Then Luigi collapsed back onto the bed, pulling you with him. You lay sprawled across his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"You're mine now," he said softly, running a hand through your hair. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

You smiled, tracing idle patterns on his chest. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you hidden."

Luigi's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm beneath you, his skin still warm from the intensity of what had just unfolded. The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangle of sheets around you both. His fingers lazily traced circles on your back, sending gentle shivers down your spine. You nestled closer, your cheek pressed against the curve of his shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of sweat and something uniquely him—something that felt like safety and danger all at once.

"You know," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep and desire, "I didn't think I'd ever find someone who'd make me feel like this." His hand paused for a moment before moving to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "Someone who'd make me want to stay."

You tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes locking with his. There was a vulnerability there that you hadn't seen before, a crack in the armor he usually wore so effortlessly. It made your chest ache in the best way. "I didn't think I'd find someone who'd make me feel like it was worth risking everything," you admitted softly, your fingertips grazing the edge of his jaw.

He smiled, but it wasn't his usual smirk—it was softer, almost shy. "Guess we're both full of surprises, huh?" His thumb brushed against your lower lip, and you couldn't help the way your breath hitched. The air between you shifted, growing heavier, more charged.

"Luigi..." you started, but the words caught in your throat as his gaze dropped to your mouth.

"Yeah?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. His fingers trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, until they rested lightly on your collarbone.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "I don't... I don't want to lose this. Lose you."

His expression softened, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "You won't, baby" he promised, his breath warm against your skin. "Not as long as I'm breathing."

Both of you remained wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying the sound of one another breathing as you lay in the tangled sheets. After a while, you stood up to get your morning started. He caught your hand as you pulled away, his fingers warm against your skin.

"Stay with me," he murmured, his voice low and pleading. "Just for a little while."

You hesitated, but there was no resisting the look in his eyes. You sank back down onto your bed, curling up beside him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close, and you rested your head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, a reassuring rhythm that lulled you into a sense of calm despite the chaos swirling around you.

He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was equal parts tender and desperate. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of regret, of all the time you'd lost. And in that moment, nothing else mattered—not the danger, not the past, not the uncertainty of the future. There was only him, and you, and the way he made you feel.

[heartsforluigimangione]

Reacquainted love~ Luigi Mangione

look at this beautiful specimen IM IN LOVEEEEEEEEE

"Luigi, you're breaking up, where are you?"

"outside" Was all he said before I heard the sound of my boyfriend banging on my townhouse door.

It has been over a month since I have been in touch with Luigi. Ever since college ended, he became distant and preoccupied elsewhere. We met in high school and stuck together up until college. We attended the same college and shared a life with one another, he knew all my secrets, and I knew all of his. Luigi had many opinions on things, but none I didn't agree with. He was handsome no doubt, but his intelligence and sensitivity drew me in. I fell in love with him, and I feel I could love him forever. 

That all ended when college ended. He became lazy and barely took care of himself until I was there to help him. We completed each other, both our loneliness and rage against the injustice of our society complimented one another's; nothing could've prepared me for the thought of taking a break from him. I don't even think I can call him my boyfriend anymore; he ended things with me when he said, "I just have a lot to do right now, and we need a break, I'm sorry". 

Till this day I still don't know what that meant. Until today.

"Chloe, please let me stay with you. I—I can't be alone right now." Luigi's voice trembled through the phone. I haven't heard his voice in what feels like forever, I missed his soft voice, but his voice was anything but soft at the moment. It was early—too early for most people to be awake—and yet here he was, sounding like he committed a crime. Little did I know 

"Luigi, it's 6 am" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes as I tried to process his words. "What happened? Are you okay?" 

He hesitated, the silence stretching for what felt like an eternity before he finally spoke again. "Something... i did something. I just... I need you right now. Please. Can I come over?"

My heart clenched at the desperation in his voice. This wasn't the Luigi I knew—the confident, self-assured man. No, this was someone scared, someone who needed help. I didn't even think twice. "Of course. Come over. I'll call out of work."

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The doorbell rang less than twenty minutes later. I opened the door to find Luigi standing there, his hair disheveled, his usually bright eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He was wearing a hoodie that looked too big for him, the sleeves pulled down over his hands as if trying to hide within himself, and his hood pulled up masking his face. 

"Hi" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Hey," I replied softly, stepping aside to let him in. "Come on, let's sit down."

He followed me into the apartment, his movements stiff and hesitant. We sat on the edge of the couch, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The weight of whatever had happened hung heavily in the air, pressing down on both of us. I wanted to bring up why we drifted apart and what happened that changed everything. 

"I'm sorry, Chloe. For everything, I never meant to push you away. I... I just did something that..." He tried to say before tears flooded his eyes. 

"It's ok, Luigi. I forgive you. Do you want to talk about it?" Without another word, he reached out and pulled me into a hug. He melted into me, his body trembling slightly. My arms wrapped around him tightly, one hand gently stroking his hair in what I hoped was a comforting motion. He cried into my shoulder and grabbed onto my body like I was going to disappear. I hummed at the feeling of his soft curls; I truly missed him after all this time. 

For a long while, we stayed like that, our breathing syncing as I held him. Slowly, some of the tension seemed to leave his body, though he still clung to me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. 

"Chloe, I love you. I promise I will never hurt you, but you have to trust me baby" I blushed at the use of the old nickname he used to call me when we were dating. But his tone was serious his face stern, I looked into his eyes searching for answers. "I love you too, Luigi. I trust you more than anyone" I said reaching out to intertwine our fingers.

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Luigi murdered someone. Not just anyone a CEO. I listened to him talk about what he's been doing for the past 2 months and what he's been planning. He sounded confident but regretted the consequences that was to come. We both knew one another would get separated but neither of us thought this was going to be the reason. I supported him, I always will. I promised to stay by his side and fight for justice. After about 2 hours of chatting over the past and 'incident'. 

He looked up at me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. "Can I... can I stay tonight? I don't know where else to go. I just want to sleep. I understand if you say no, I don't want to impose any harm on you"

"Of course," I said without hesitation. "I'll keep you safe, Luigi". 

Luigi let out a shaky breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft patter of rain against the window. Then, slowly, Luigi began to unbutton his jacket, his movements stiff and deliberate. I stood up, walking to my room, to my dresser and pulling out an old T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. 

"Here," I said, handing them to him. "These should be comfortable." 

He took them gratefully, his fingers brushing against mine as he did. "Thank you," he said again, his voice softer this time. I handed Luigi fresh cloths and walked to my room. I caught a glimpse of his body, he looked thinner, and paler than I remember, and his hair was longer and his face unshaved. While he changed in the bathroom, I quickly tidied up the room, fluffing the pillows and straightening the blankets. When he returned, he looked smaller somehow, the oversized clothes hanging loosely on his thin frame. He climbed into bed, his movements slow and cautious, as if he were afraid of breaking something.

I turned off the overhead light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp to illuminate the room. Then I slipped under the covers beside him, curling up on my side so I could face him.

For a long moment, we just lay there, staring at each other. The air between us felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. Then, finally, Luigi reached out, his hand resting lightly on my cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his thumb brushing against my skin. "For everything. For putting you through this. For being such a mess."

I shook my head, leaning into his touch. "You don't have to apologize, Luigi. Not to me. I understand" 

His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, it felt like he was seeing straight into my soul. Then, without warning, he leaned in, his lips pressing softly against mine. The kiss was tender, almost hesitant, but there was something raw and vulnerable in it that made my chest ache.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin. "I love you," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "I love you so much, baby. After tonight... I can't keep it in anymore. I need you to know. I need you to understand how much you mean to me." 

My heart swelled at his words, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "Luigi..."

He pressed another kiss to my lips, this one firmer, more certain. "Promise me," he murmured against my mouth. "Promise me you'll always be here. That no matter what happens, you'll wait for me."

"I promise," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Always."

Luigi wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close until our bodies were pressed together. His warmth enveloped me, chasing away the chill that had lingered in the air. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, our breaths syncing, our hearts beating in unison.

Eventually, the weight of exhaustion began to pull at us both, and I felt Luigi's body relax against mine. His breathing grew slower, more even, and I knew he was finally drifting off to sleep. But before he completely surrendered to unconsciousness, he whispered one last thing, his voice barely audible.

"I'll always come back to you."

And as I closed my eyes, letting myself be lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I believed him. No matter what the world threw at him, no matter what dangers he faced, Luigi would always find his way back to me. And that was a promise I intended to keep too.

- I have to keep this friendly because my sister is reading this lollllll sorryyyyy