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It my brother birthday yippe!!💙
#my art#artists on tumblr#black artists on tumblr#art#artwork#black art#black community#black artist#im an artist#guache painting#guache#real nigga#birthday#artist#fuck nigga
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"why should people write about incest/taboo topics?" i will tell you, as a survivor, why i write about them & why i enjoy reading them, especially when they end badly: because that's what i resonate with. i didn't get justice for being abused by my family. i still have to deal with the nasty crush my brother has on me. and this is how i cope with that. you don't have to like it and that's fine, but this is what personally brings me catharsis. i'm not the only person like this either.
omg im letting you know i did not read this and i dont give a fuck. WHITE PPL GO AWAY! GET A JOB! TAKE A SHOWER!! cuz antis (like me) will literally state that it isnt the fact that youre reading/writing/watching etc. taboo topics, it's the fact that you make no effort to shame it and only sexualize it. and the irony that yall tell us what to do while demanding and assuming we're harassing you like youre actually delusional. going out your way to feel victimized and argue with others is an inherent skill issue. i will not elaborate my point and debate with you bc i never wanted an open discussion. STOP interacting with me from that post. you will be blocked.
#hate mail!#fuck nigga#i hate yall so much LEAVE ME ALONE#how many time do i have to say STOP interacting with me from that post
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Not me over here mad i dont have a tooth gap
Fuck i hate feelings bro
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i’m so TIRED of this, it fucking sucks. my partner lost another contract, our only source of income while i’m in school. i keep getting denied benefits. my body is currently trying to kill me, i wake up and am bed bound and in pain until i take a giant ibuprofen that allows me to get up. i don’t know why this is happening to me. i just want to get something to eat. i don’t even have the energy to crowdfund again.
cash & vnmo: torkz428
pypl: torkz
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Home For Christmas—Luigi Mangione x Fem!Reader
summary— your boyfriend, Luigi, recently extradited to New York, faces a court hearing just days before Christmas, leaving you heartbroken and unsure if he'll make it home. against all odds, he is granted bail and surprises you by coming home for Christmas.
warnings—none! lots of fluff, luigi is a sweetheart, perfect christmas ending <3
a/n— My dms and asks have been blowing up with you guys clamoring for more Luigi content, so I decided to whip something up, enjoy <3. I truly don’t believe Luigi is guilty and would’ve hoped he would be home for Christmas :( I hope he gets out soon and won’t be sentenced.
The courtroom doors creaked open, and your breath hitched as Luigi walked in, surrounded by officers. He wore a burgundy sweater layered over a crisp white shirt, its collar peeking at the edges. His dark curls framed his face perfectly, and even though he looked composed, you could see the faint shadows under his eyes, the toll of the weeks apart was evident.
His gaze scanned the room until it landed on you. His steps faltered briefly, and a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You felt your chest tighten as he looked at you like you were the one ray of light in an otherwise dim world.
“Amore,” he mouthed, his voice soft even though you couldn’t hear it.
You couldn’t hold back your emotions. You smiled, brushing away the tears that threatened to spill over, and blew him a kiss. Luigi grinned in return, his confidence slipping back into place as though the sight of you gave him strength.
It had been weeks since you’d seen him, weeks of navigating the unbearable distance after his extradition to New York. Every call had been short, every letter cherished, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him.
When he was seated at the defendant’s table, Luigi tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “You came,” he whispered, his voice carrying an unmistakable mix of gratitude and vulnerability.
“Always,” you mouthed back.
The hearing began, the air in the room heavy as his lawyer argued for his release on bail. You knew the evidence was thin, there wasn’t enough to convict him of the CEO’s murder, but the stakes were still high. The very thought of him being sentenced, of losing him, made your heart clench.
During a brief recess, Luigi’s lawyer gestured for you to come forward. You hesitated for only a moment before making your way to the front, the officers giving you a wary glance but letting you pass.
As you approached, Luigi’s eyes softened, and he reached out slightly, his cuffed hands resting on the table. “Amore,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
Your lips trembled as you tried to hold back tears. “I missed you too, Lulu. More than anything.”
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I’m so sorry for all of this. For putting you through this. But you’ve kept me going.”
“Stop,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re coming home, Luigi. I’ve talked to your lawyer, and we’ve worked everything out. The judge is going to grant bail. You’ll be home for Christmas.”
Luigi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Two days, just two more days.”
He exhaled shakily, his hands clenching into fists as he struggled to compose himself. “You’re my everything,” he murmured. “I don’t deserve you, but I swear, I’m going to make this right. I’ll make it all right.”
Before you could respond, the bailiff called for everyone to return to their seats. You reluctantly pulled away, but not before squeezing his hand one last time.
The judge’s decision came swiftly, Luigi would be released on bail, just in time for Christmas. As the words registered, you felt the weight you’d been carrying for weeks lift. Luigi turned to you, his eyes shining with relief and love.
“Looks like I’ll get to spend Christmas with my amore,” he said, his voice soft yet triumphant.
“I can’t wait,” you smiled through your tears, nodding.
When you finally got home that evening, the reality of it all hit you. Luigi was coming home in just two days. The thought alone brought tears to your eyes as you stepped into your apartment, flicking on the lights.
The soft glow of the Christmas tree filled the living room, and you froze in your tracks. Underneath the tree, there was a mountain of neatly wrapped gifts that hadn’t been there before. You blinked in confusion until you noticed a note placed delicately on the coffee table.
It was from Luigi’s lawyer.
Amore, the note read in Luigi’s familiar handwriting. I didn’t know if I’d make it home for Christmas, so I asked someone to help me make sure you were taken care of. I wanted you to have a perfect Christmas, even if I wasn’t there to share it with you. I love you.
You smiled, your heart aching with love as you knelt by the tree. The gifts were wrapped neatly, clearly not by Luigi himself and labeled with little tags in his messy handwriting. Your favorite perfume. A set of Victoria’s Secret lingerie and a cute silk pajama set. A cashmere sweater in your favorite color. A pair of designer heels you’d been eyeing for months but would never have splurged on.
Tears welled up as you unwrapped each thoughtful gift, your fingers trembling slightly. He’d thought of everything, even when he wasn’t sure he’d be here to see you open them.
Two days later, you stood at your front door, waiting as the sound of a car pulling up outside made your heart race. When the door opened, and Luigi stepped inside, you couldn’t hold yourself back.
“Lulu!” you cried, throwing yourself into his arms.
He dropped his bag instantly, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground as he buried his face in your neck. “Amore,” he murmured, “I’m home.”
You pulled back just enough to cup his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over his sharp jawline. “I missed you so so much,” you whispered before pressing your lips to his in a deep kiss.
Luigi groaned softly, pulling you even closer until your feet barely touched the ground. His hands slipped to your waist, then lower, gripping your hips and giving your ass a squeeze. “I missed everything about you,” he murmured against your lips.
“You’re not allowed to leave me like that again,” you teased, your fingers threading through his curls.
He smirked, his eyes darkening slightly. “Trust me, amore. I have no intention of being away from you ever again.”
The night continued with kisses and lingering touches all over. You showed Luigi the gifts you’d gotten him, a rare set of books he’d been searching for, a sleek leather jacket that fit him perfectly, and an intimate surprise, a pair of silk boxers with pictures of your face all over it.
Luigi laughed when he opened them, pulling you onto his lap as he held the boxers up. “Really, amore?” he teased, his hands sliding up your thighs.
“What? I thought you’d like them,” you said innocently, though the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you.
“I love them,” he murmured, his voice dropping as he kissed your neck.
The two of you spent the night cuddled on the couch, watching Christmas movies and sharing a blanket as the tree lights twinkled softly in the background.
You turned to face him, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his eyes. “I’ll always wait for you, Luigi. You’re my home.”
Christmas morning was a quiet and cozy. The smell of hot chocolate and marshmallows filled the living room as you stretched out on the couch in your matching pajamas, wrapped in one of Luigi’s arms. His other hand rested on your knee, his thumb drawing lazy circles over the fabric.
“Good morning, amore,” he said, lips brushing against your forehead.
“Good morning,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” he replied softly, his gaze warm.
Under the tree, there were more gifts to unwrap. Luigi insisted you go first, sitting back with a grin as you tore into one of his carefully wrapped presents. It was another beautifully thoughtful gift—an engraved gold bracelet with the words Sempre il mio cuore (Always my heart).
You stared at it for a moment, your chest tightening.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his tone suddenly vulnerable.
You nodded quickly, slipping it onto your wrist before throwing your arms around his neck. “I love it, Lulu. I love you.”
He chuckled, pulling you closer and pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “Good. Because I saw it, and I thought of you. Always my heart, amore. Always.”
You gave him a box that held an expensive perfume set he had been eyeing but never expected to have. Another had a small, vintage journal with an inscription from yourself inside the front cover, For the stories you’ll write one day.
The next gift made him grin even wider, a vintage Italian cookbook, filled with recipes you knew he loved.
“You spoil me,” he teased, leaning over to kiss you softly.
“Now I can teach you how to make the perfect lasagna,” he teased, flipping through the pages before looking up at you. “Thank you, amore. This is perfect.”
The day passed in a happy blur of laughter and kisses. You spent the afternoon in the kitchen, making Luigi’s favorite Italian dish, spaghetti alla carbonara, while he stayed close by, sneaking bites of the ingredients and kissing your cheek whenever he passed.
“You're going to burn the pasta if you keep distracting me,” you warned, laughing as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.
“Let it burn,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I’d rather taste you than the pasta anyway.”
“Luigi!” you protested, though you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.
Dinner was perfect, and afterward, the two of you curled up on the couch with a plate of cookies you’d baked together. The promise ring on your finger glinted in the light of the tree as Luigi traced the outline of it with his thumb.
“Do you know why I got you that?” he asked suddenly, his voice quiet.
You glanced at him, your head resting on his chest. “Why?”
“Because I want you to know that no matter what happens, I’m yours. Forever,” he said, his eyes locked on yours. “Even when things got bad, when I was in a prison cell, all I thought about was you. You’re the reason I fought so hard to come home.”
Your throat tightened with emotion, and you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re my home too, Luigi.”
The night ended with the two of you wrapped up in each other, the glow of the Christmas tree casting soft shadows over the room. Luigi held you close, his hand tangled in your curls as he murmured sweet nothings in Italian.
As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so safe, so loved.
For the first time in a long time, Christmas felt like it should, celebration of love, laughter, and the promise of a future you’d both fight for.
#luigi#luigi mangione x reader#luigi mangione fanfic#luigi mangione fanfiction#free my nigga#free luigi#luigi mangione#luigi x reader#uhc killer#uhc shooter#uhc assassin#uhc ceo#united healthcare ceo assassin#united healthcare shooting#united healthcare ceo#free my man#christmas fanfic#christmas fic#christmas fluff#united healthcare assassination#brian thompson assassination#x female reader#x fem!reader#open that cell let that boy outta jail#fluff#united healthcare#fuck uhc#black writers#fluffmas#angst and fluff
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April Fools with Toji but it’s him thinking your face creams looks like jizz so he figures why not actually replace it with his cum.
You don’t mind when he gives you facials so you shouldn’t mind this.
It’s all fun and games for him until your get back April Fools joke is a fake positive pregnancy test... the kicker is that you confess you're not sure if the child belongs to him or Gojo.
Toji doesn't wait for you to tell him 'April Fools' before he is already out the door and out for blood attempting to hunt down Gojo— who ends up just playing along and making it worse.
Goddamn it I've been so busy I forgot to post this and its LITERALLY been in my drafts since early November '23. No I wasn't smart enough to put it on a timer LMFAO whatever, I'm posting it now.
#me actually having to stop that man from trying to kill Gojo again#jokes really on that nigga because I love his facials#but my shit is $60 ngl that bum is gonna be replacing it#or i actually will fuck gojo#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro smut#toji x fem reader#toji smut#toji x you#jjk toji#toji x black reader#toji x y/n#gojo saturo
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I feel like my endgame is Damian Wayne kills Slade in combat but Jason is the only witness. He recognizes that it’s not only to avenge Dick but to keep the family safe so they never, ever speak of it again.
#batfamily#dc comics#dc universe#dick grayson#headcanon#jason todd#damian wayne#like Dick is just convinced he has to be afraid of Slade and keep fighting him for the rest of his life#and Damian and Jason just decide they’re going to spare him the pain#I can literally see the last panel of the issue being Jason going 🤫#slade wilson#fuck slade#all my homies hate that nigga
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Deacon Gage and Nick
#fallout 4#fallout#fallout fanart#nick valentine#deacon fo4#porter gage#might do old longfellow and that institute guy who’s name is just a string of number#what the fuck was his name bro#😭#that matrix nigga idk#haven’t met him yet
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Hey yall, those swap aus where jimmy is the one who gets disabled ans treated as if its a punishment he deserves is not the serve yall think it is, thanks!
#mouthwashing#you guys fucking hate disabled ppl#the disabled are not yours to infantilize when you love them and demonize when you hate them#the mere fact your brain can justify seeing disability as some kind of devine punishment shows how fucked you guys are#and no im no being nice you niggas are WEIRD#i dislike this fandom more and more#theres only a select few amount of ppl i think actually “gets” the game#not even to sound pretentious you guys just lack any and all media literacy. empathy. kindness#you guys suck#the way you treat curly's disabilities as well? yeah you guys are pos#sincerely a fuck you#mouthwashing jimmy#curly mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#uhrgjrjfjfkfkf#diasuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing
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oooooo white people in my replies really saying ‘I can excuse racism but I draw the line at homophobia’
Not surprised since this is the site that only talks about racism and thinks it’s a big deal when they see it demonstrated in the cartoons and comics they like *coughs* dungeonmeshi *coughs* (for example at least. I haven’t seen THIS many white ppl talk as in depth about racism on here as much as these fandom nerds, man. I stg. Like “Ohhhh, so you all DO acknowledge that racism is real? Just not in real life even if you could feel it slapping you in the face at high speed. Gotcha.” It’s crazy.
Tumblr is like, 90% white and is extremely centered around them. That’s why you barely see stuff that’s important to black and brown people ever trending here or being talked about. It has to be something incredibly huge to the point where even white people can’t ignore it like they usually do, to talk about it here.
They only talked about George Floyd here because the topic of his death became world news. Even people in other countries were talking about it. Before him, it was probably Ferguson and Trayvon Martin… most of them are still trying their best to ignore the genocides because it’s a “touchy subject.” What do you expect from white people who live in their own bubbles of comfort and refuse to pop it with a needle??? They find comfort in their privilege and faux ignorance (they love playing stupid to avoid conversations about important things outside of fandoms like, are these mfs born with half a brain dedicated to fandom or what.) That’s literally all these mfs make a big deal out of, especially on this annoying ass platform. The ao3 mfs will go to war for the site that allows racist ff and cp like it’s no big deal. I wonder how many people here even donated to the site while actively scrolling past dono posts from folks who really do need help. They act like they’re doing a civil service by defending this site that makes over the amount of it’s intended dono goal in minutes.
Then you already know as soon as you even bring up racism in the stuff they like, they start ganging up and harassing black bloggers especially, calling them TERFs and the whole nine. Anything to make that person look bad for being concerned about the racism that they have such an intense aversion to. God, it’s absolutely exhausting knowing that these people would have no problem choosing a cartoon character over your entire existence if they COULD. Isn’t that fucking sad, man?
#:(#it’s like what can you do#as a black person I get why sm black bloggers here have ‘don’t follow me if you’re white’ in their bios#they’ll call it racist or whatever (it’s fucking not you guys just treat black ppl like shit here and most of us feel unsafe to interact#with y’all. you guys always turn on us at the drop of a hat)#i remember commenting on a HS post funny enough years ago#because the punchline of the post was literally the white mfs saying nigga#and I was so annoyed that I told them off and one of my white mutuals unfollowed meanjsjsjsl#like right after that#and another unfollowed me because I talk about racism and the like a lot like this is a really well known artist too so I was like 🧍🏾♀️?#because I talk about racism a lot??? it’s weird lol#like they’ll tolerate you for a while then when they feel offended they start to act weird and act like you’re not supposed to talk about#the stuff that effects you#tkf replies#karmelarts#they don’t give a shit about anything if it doesn’t personally Involve them#they act like they can’t relate to anyone or anything it they aren’t marginalized themselves (being gay or trans which they treat as a#personality trait)#notice how you never see movies/ shows about black and brown ppl trending here? it’s always white centered shit no#matter how hot and popular that show might be#you’ll never see something like the wire snowfall or power trending here#all of the black ppl are on twitter anyway so#sm black ppl got ran off of here by annoying white ppl
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oh, cute art, I wonder why the comments are lock-
Of course.
Btw this is official art from Nintendo
#yazzy posts#niggas will do this & wonder why folks don't wanna fuck w/ drawing dark skinned characters#bruh moment
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the fuck??
WHAT THE FUCK????
#THIS IS SO FUCKED UP?????#THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS NIGGA#@ good dad!bruce girlies it’s so fucking over#it has never been so over in the history of being over#batfam#shut up somaya#dcu#dc universe#batfamily#batman#jason todd#bruce wayne
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ngl jily gang- why am I seeing little to no fics on archive that’s actually about them? and why am i seeing so much snape sympathy shit in the archive tag? snape has a heart? lily forgives snape au? snape cares about harry? lily and james bashing in JILY fics for bitchass snape of all people? don’t get me started of all this newfound jegulus- do not piss me off gang like what the fuck are we doing-
#like what the fuck are we DOING here yall#someone may need to send me some recs bc it’s getting out of hand now#I legit only read fics for them and maybe romione like how can yall miss this up#jily#lily evans#james potter#harry potter#anti snape#it’s STILL fuck that nigga LMAOOOOO#anti jegulus#I gotta reach my people with this one chat
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𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪’𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼 👼🏿👼🏾👼🏽
#insecure hbo#insecure#issa keep her a nigga#okay!#issa rae#ylan noel#kendrick sampson#jay ellis#daniel#nathan#lawrence#black tumblr#black stories#black love#black movies#black history#black art#aesthetic#my edit#edit#fan#black tv shows#black men#fine as fuck#black beauty#black is beautiful#fine men#black boys
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Club Rendezvous—Luigi Mangione x Fem!Reader
summary— while on spring break, you cross paths with Luigi Mangione at a club, sparking an immediate connection that leads to a night in your hotel room. based on this request.
warnings— grinding, drinking, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.
a/n— Those photos are so fratboy Luigi coded, idk I like this little mood board, enjoy <3 I really hope he’s doing well, my heart aches when I think about him.
The club was alive, the high energy vibes only spring break could deliver. Neon lights flashed across the crowd, music boomed loud enough to shake the walls, and you and your friends were in the middle of it all. Drinks in hand, laughter over the music, you were living your best life. Your group wasn’t shy about taking over the dance floor, swaying your hips to the beat, your confidence catching more than a few eyes.
Among those eyes were his. Some tall, dark curly haired guy leaned casually against the bar, drink in hand, charm on full display. His backwards cap barely kept his dark curls in check, and his sleeveless shirt revealed toned arms. He was the type of guy who made heads turn without even trying. And tonight, his focus was on you.
You noticed him when you turned toward the bar, locking eyes for the briefest second. His smirk was teasing, and when he tipped his drink in your direction, you knew the game was on.
“Who’s that fine ass staring at you like you’re the last shot at the bar?” your friend shouted over the music, nudging you.
“Probably just some frat boy who thinks he’s cute,” you replied, though your smile betrayed you.
“Girl, he’s cute!” another friend chimed in. “Go dance with him!”
You rolled your eyes playfully but turned your attention back to the dance floor. It wasn’t long before he made his move, walking through the crowd until he was standing close enough for you to feel his presence.
“You dance as good as you look?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
“Why don’t you find out?” you shot back, challenging him.
He laughed, the sound sexy and confident. “I was hoping you’d say that, I’m Luigi by the way.”
“And I’m Y/N,” you flirted.
Before you knew it, he was behind you, his hands resting respectfully at your hips, waiting for your cue. When you started to move, he followed your lead effortlessly, the two of you in sync. The beat pulsed through your body as you threw your ass back, his grip tightening slightly to match your rhythm.
Your friends were cheering you on from the sidelines, one even yelling, “Get it, girl! Pull him in!”
“Your friends are wild,” Luigi said with a chuckle, his lips close enough to your ear to send a shiver down your spine.
“They’re hyping me up,” you replied, glancing back at him. “Don’t let ‘em down.”
“Oh, I won’t,” he promised, his cute smirk widening.
You felt on top of the world as you moved together, his presence grounding you while the world spun around you. The chemistry was undeniable, and the looks your friends shot your way only fueled your confidence.
“You’re stealing the show out here,” he murmured.
“Good,” you said, flashing him a grin over your shoulder. “I’m worth it.”
When the song ended, you turned to face him, breathless but grinning. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room, and for a moment, it felt like maybe you were.
“Wanna grab a drink?” he asked, his tone a mix of boldness and uncertainty.
“Depends,” you said, tilting your head. “Are you buying?”
“For you?” He laughed, already nodding. “Absolutely.”
As you walked toward the bar together, your friends erupted into cheers behind you.
“Go get your white boy, queen!” one shouted, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Guess I’ve got a lot to live up to,” Luigi joked, glancing at your retreating friends.
“You better,” you replied, “Think you can handle it?”
“With you?” His smirk softened into something genuine. “I’ll try my best.”
Spring break had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.
The bass of the club faded slightly as you and Luigi leaned against the bar, drinks in hand. He hadn’t stopped smiling since he’d introduced himself, and you couldn’t deny how charming his boyish confidence was. You had a good feeling about him.
“So, what’s your story?” Luigi asked, sipping his drink and leaning closer to hear you over the music.
“Just here for spring break with my girls,” you said with a shrug, “What about you?”
“Same,” he said, his eyes lingering on yours, “Though I’m thinking this night just got a lot better.”
“You’ve got lines, huh?”
“Only when they’re true,” he replied, raising his glass toward you.
Feeling bold, the words spat out of your mouth before you could overthink them. “You wanna come back to my hotel?”
Luigi’s thick eyebrows raised slightly, his grin widening. “I’d love to,” he said, “But only if I get to take you on a date tomorrow morning.”
“Deal.”
Within minutes, he’d called an Uber he paid for, and the two of you were in the backseat, the city lights blurring past the windows. Luigi had his arm draped casually along the back of the seat, his fingers brushing your shoulder. You turned to him, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.
The kiss was soft at first, testing, but quickly deepened. His hand slid to cup your jaw, pulling you closer. “You taste like trouble,” he murmured against your lips, his breath warm and intoxicating.
“You’re one to talk,” you whispered, nipping at his bottom lip, earning a low chuckle from him.
By the time you reached the hotel, the air between you was charged. In the elevator, the doors had barely closed before Luigi pressed you against the wall, his lips capturing yours in a feral kiss. His hands roamed over your sides before one slid lower, fingers trailing into your bottoms.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
“Luigi,” you breathed out, your knees going weak as his fingers found your pussy.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice low as his fingers thrusted in slow strokes. “You’re so tight.”
You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, but the soft whimper you let out when his thumb pressed against your clit betrayed you. His lips found your ear. “Don’t you dare hold those moans. I wanna hear you.”
When the elevator dinged, you both barely managed to pull yourselves together, your face dazed and breaths uneven. Stumbling down the hallway, Luigi was still kissing your neck as you fumbled with the keycard, his lips sending shivers down your spine.
The door finally opened, and the two of you stumbled inside, laughing softly before his lips found yours again. You fell back onto the bed, Luigi bracing himself above you as his kisses moved down your neck to your collarbone.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his hands tracing your sides. “I’ve never seen anyone like you.”
“You’re just saying that,” you teased.
He shook his head, his eyes meeting yours with a seriousness that made your heart race. “Nah, I mean it. You’re stunning, and you’re driving me insane.”
His lips claimed yours again, his praise melting into your skin as his hands explored, every touch making you feel like he meant what he said.
His hands worked at the hem of your top, his lips brushing against your jawline. His fingers grazed your skin, pulling off your bottoms next slowly, leaving you in your bra and panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes roaming over you like you were something rare. “I don’t think you even realize.”
You felt the warmth rise to your cheeks, your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt in response. “You first,” you teased.
With a smirk, Luigi pulled off his shirt, revealing a toned torso with abs that had your breath hitching. When his hands worked to remove your bra, his fingers grazed your nipples. Once he freed you from it, he paused, staring at you as if committing every detail to memory.
“You’re perfect,” he said.
Your panties were the last to go, and when you reached for his waistband, he let out a soft laugh, his hands gently stopping yours. “Let me take care of you first, pretty girl. Tonight’s about you.”
Your lips parted in surprise, but Luigi was already lowering himself onto his knees at the edge of the bed. “Can I?” he asked, fingers resting on your thighs.
You nodded, unable to find your voice, and he flashed you a small, reassuring smile. “Good girl,” he murmured.
The first stroke of his tongue had you gasping, your back arching slightly. He knew what he was doing, his mouth working against you with a precision that had your legs trembling. You couldn’t help but run your fingers through his soft curls, tugging gently as he grinned against your skin.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he continued, “I could stay here all night.”
“Luigi,” you breathed, your voice breaking as he pressed his tongue in deeper, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Your only response was a soft whimper, your head falling back as his tongue worked wonders against your quivering pussy. He lapped at your juices like a man starved, leaving not one inch of your pussy untouched. When your body finally gave in, shuddering beneath him and creaming, he pulled away, lips and chin glistening to smirk at you.
“You’re a dream,” he whispered, licking his lips and climbing back onto the bed.
You tugged him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. “Lemme take care of you now,” you offered breathlessly, reaching for his waistband again.
Luigi caught your hand, shaking his head with a smirk. “Another time. Tonight, it’s all about you. You’ve got no idea how lucky I feel.”
He leaned down, kissing your forehead, his tenderness making you realize you had scored the jackpot. He stood at the edge of the bed, his hands moving to unbuckle his pants as your gaze followed him. When he finally slipped them off, your eyes widened in disbelief at the sheer size of his hard dick.
“You’re joking,” you murmured, earning a low chuckle from him.
“Don’t worry, baby” he said, leaning down to kiss you softly. “You can take it. I’ll make sure of it.”
He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes locking onto yours. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked his tone serious.
“Yes,” you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.
“We can stop anytime,” Luigi reminded you, cupping your cheek. “Just say the word.”
“I’m sure, Luigi,” you assured him.
“Okay, amore,” he whispered, the word rolling off his tongue effortlessly. It sent a shiver down your spine.
Luigi positioned himself above you, one hand gripping yours as he lined his cock with your entrance. His lips brushed against your temple as he slowly pushed in, both of you hissing at the sensation.
“Luigi,” you whimpered, gripping his hand tightly.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praised. He set a steady rhythm, his strokes careful but deep enough to find your sweet spot. “You feel so good.”
“You’re so big,” you panted, your head falling back against the pillows.
“Yeah?” he smirked, leaning down to kiss you. “Who’s making you feel good?”
“You are, Luigi,” you gasped, your body reacting to every word and thrust.
“That’s right,” he murmured against your lips. “Only me.”
He quickened his pace slightly, his hand slipping to your waist to steady you. The pleasure was becoming too much as he bottomed out and slammed back in, each thrust making your pussy quiver. “Cum on my dick, amore,” he coaxed, his voice soft.
Your pussy obeyed, a wave of release coursing through you as his thrusts slowed down, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, his lips curving into that beautiful smile.
Before you could fully recover, Luigi flipped you onto your stomach, his hand sliding down your back. “You look so good like this,” he murmured, gripping your hips as he started again.
You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, the pleasure building faster this time. “I— I don’t know if I can hold on,” you stammered, your voice trembling.
“You don’t have to,” he reassured. “Cum for me baby. I’ve got you.”
Your body surrendered again, practically soaking his cock and the sheets, and he leaned down, pressing kisses along your shoulder. He gently turned you onto your side, lifting your leg as he settled behind you. His pace was slower now, deeper inside you, his hand brushing over your thigh as he whispered praises into your ear and you moaned his name like it was the only word you knew.
“You’re amazing, amore,” he said, his lips brushing against your neck. “I love this pussy.”
You reached back to touch his arm, your breathing steadying as he continued to hold you close. He pressed kisses to the side of your face, his grip tightening on your leg as he rolled his hips with precision. You were so sensitive, all in your mind was his cock slamming into you then retreating with just the tip before he thrusted back in again. He found your sweet spot each time, your pussy quivering with every movement.
“Luigi,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching.
“I know baby, I know. Cum with me. Can I cum inside you,” he asked.
“Mhmm—please, cum inside me,” you whimpered.
He reached down to rub your clit and it sent you right over the edge. You cried out, your body shaking under his touch as a wave of liquid sprayed from your pussy. He fucked you through your orgasm and soon you felt the feeling of warm sticky cum filling you to the brim.
You both lay there panting, and you could feel his cum oozing from your pussy as he pulled out.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered, disappearing into the bathroom.
You barely had the energy to lift your head, but moments later, he returned with a warm, damp towel in hand. Sitting beside you, he placed a hand on your thigh and smiled. “Let me take care of you.”
He started cleaning you up carefully. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, glancing at you with concern.
“No,” you replied, your voice a little hoarse. “I’m good. Just tired.”
He chuckled, setting the towel aside and lying down beside you. “Tired? I’ll take that as a compliment,” he teased, brushing a stray curl from your face.
“You would,” you murmured, cracking a small smile.
He shifted closer, pulling the blanket over both of you. “So,” he started, “was it as good as you imagined it would be?”
“Confident much?” you said as you rolled your eyes playfully.
He grinned, leaning on his elbow to look at you better. “Hey, I’m just asking. You’re the one who moaned ‘Luigi’ about a hundred times.”
“Oh, shut up,” you grew flustered and hit his arm lightly.
“Now, tomorrow before the date, breakfast on the beach? Or room service?”
“Surprise me,” you said, already feeling your eyes grow heavy.
He settled in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “Deal. Sweet dreams, amore.”
“Night, Luigi,” you murmured, your head resting against his chest as you drifted off, feeling completely safe and cared for.
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My toxic trait is thinking I can top Jason Todd like that 6”4, 230 pound man wouldn’t have my head over the edge of the bed squealing and crying 😵💫
i’m literally a whole foot and one inch shorter than him,,,,,,,,,, idk why i act like i wouldn’t be runnin from the dick bc ts so fuckin big.
letting out pretty squeals and gasps bc the dick is so far in ur tummy. i’m sorry i just- he’s so. big ??????? and he’s incredibly conscious of it😩💀💀
always humming and cooing, “don’t run from it, mama. don’t run from me,” and “let me stretch you out, huh baby?”
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