#luigi mangione prompt

[greengoblinswifey]

The Deal

pairing— nerd!luigi x popular!bitchy!reader

summary— Luigi was the nerd who always had his eyes on you, the popular girl who was way out of his league. You made a habit of teasing him for it and he never knew he could have a chance with him until you made a deal. If he got you an A on your assignment, you'd let him take you on a date. Based on this request.

warnings— praise kink, oral(m,f), fingering, praise kink, slight sub!luigi, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, fluff.

a/n— Luigi’s website for updates!

Luigi had always stared, it was impossible not to notice those piercing eyes lingering on you in lectures, even in the library. He was subtle about it, but you knew. He wasn’t like the frat guys or the football players you used to date, and he knew that too. No matter how deep his crush ran, he never thought he’d stand a chance.

So, you gave him one, for fun. It started small, teasing him whenever you caught him looking. A slow smirk, a roll of your eyes. Then it escalated, leaning in close just to watch him stammer, calling on him just to hear him scramble for an answer. Your little entourage found it hilarious. But the best part? Making him do your assignments.

“I could help you study instead,” he had suggested once, trying so hard to sound confident.

“Why the fuck would I study when I have you?”

And like everyone else in this school, he fell to his knees for you. No questions asked.

The last assignment had been brutal, and you’d made him an offer just to amuse yourself. “If I get above a 90, I’ll let you take me on a date,” you had smirked, watching his face light up like you’d just handed him the moon. Cute.

And, well, he was. Not just in the typical nerdy way, but genuinely. Dark curls, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that you knew hid something impressive under those hoodies.

All week, you kept up the act, teasing him relentlessly. Your friends joined in, laughing, asking if he really thought he stood a chance. He never had an answer. Maybe he didn’t believe it himself.

Then the grade came back. 98%.

You were shocked—actually shocked. You turned to him, eyes wide, before practically throwing yourself into his lap, squealing. “Oh my God, Lulu! You’re a genius!” Your lips pressed to his cheek in an impulsive kiss, even using the nickname you had given him and when you pulled back, his face was bright red, completely frozen.

You got up, laughing in his face.

“S-so, does this mean I get to take you on that date?” he stuttered.

You paused, tilting your head, really looking at him. You’d been so busy playing with him that you hadn’t noticed just how attractive he really was.

“Yeah,” you said, surprising yourself. “You can.”

And the way his breath hitched? Worth every second.

A couple days later, he was at your door to pick you up, but honestly? He still couldn’t believe this was happening.

You, the popular girl everyone wanted , the one who always had something snarky to say—had actually agreed to go out with him. And now, you stood in front of him, looking so effortlessly gorgeous that it made his chest feel tight.

“Still staring, Lulu?” you teased, stepping outside, the smirk on your lips and the way the nickname rolled off your tongue making his head spin.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he opened the car door for you. “Guess I can’t help myself.”

You slid in, watching him as he walked around to the driver’s side. Even when you weren’t messing with him, there was something about you that made him feel unsteady in a way he liked more than he wanted to admit.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come,” you joked.

He shot you a glance, shifting into drive. “What, you thought I’d back out?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time a guy chickened out around me,” you shrugged.

“Yeah, well. I’m not like them,” he scoffed.

You grinned. “No, you’re not.”

And for the first time all night, you were the one staring.

Luigi was a proper gentleman all night. From the moment he picked you up, he was attentive, opening doors, pulling out your chair, complimenting you like you were the most breathtaking thing he'd ever seen. “You look beautiful,” he said softly, as his gaze lingered on you from across the table.

And for the first time, you actually talked. Really talked. It took effort on his part, his usual nervousness was there, but he pushed through, and you realized just how intelligent he was. Thoughtful, passionate, with so much more to offer than just the schoolwork you made him do.

Meanwhile, the wine had left a pleasant buzz in your veins, making everything a little hazier, a little bolder. And Luigi, he looked good, really good. That sharp jaw, the way his tie hung slightly loose now, how his dark curls made him so much more attractive, when he leaned forward, elbows on the table, talking about something that made his eyes light up.

By the time he drove you home, you could feel the buzz of the alcohol mixing with something else entirely. He had given you his jacket, paid the bill without hesitation, and now, on the drive back, he was rambling.

“I had such a great time tonight,” he said, gripping the wheel a little too tightly. “Thank you f-for actually going out with me. I mean, I know you could’ve bailed, and I wouldn’t have blamed you, but you didn’t, and—God, you are just—stunning. Like, I still can’t believe—”

You cut him off mid sentence, leaning over and pressing your lips to his. He gasped into it, shocked, but you could feel how quickly he melted, his hands twitching as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

By the time you pulled back, he was breathless.

“Are you d-drunk?” he stammered, eyes darting across your face.

“Why? Was that a sloppy, drunk kiss?” you smirked.

“No—God, no, it was amazing, but—” His face was burning. “Why would you ever kiss me?”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his tie and tugging him toward the door. “Because I want you.”

You barely heard his shaky inhale before you pulled him inside, locking the door behind you.

Then, his lips were on yours again, this time, with more desperation, more hunger. His hands hovered, uncertain, but you could feel the way he shivered when you tangled your fingers in his curls.

And when he let out the softest, most helpless whimper? It made your pussy clench around nothing.

Luigi’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, shedding your dress only leaving you in lingerie, his wide eyes raking over your figure. He had always thought you were stunning, but this left him speechless.

“You— you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, almost in awe, his hands hesitating before resting on your waist.

You smirked, amused by his reaction. “Cat got your tongue, handsome?”

He swallowed hard, shaking his head. “No, I just, I never thought I’d ever—” He cut himself off, choosing instead to trail his fingers over your skin.

His admiration sent a rush straight to your pussy and when he finally gathered himself enough to kneel, shift your underwear, kiss your clit and murmur soft praises against you, you felt something shift. It wasn’t just the usual teasing, the push and pull you were so used to, it was something more.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered as he ravished your pussy. “So beautiful, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Your fingers tangled in his dark curls, pulling him into your pussy, his nose nudging your pelvis.

“Is this okay?” he asked breathless, fingers circling your leaking hole.

You nodded frantically, bucking your hips, needing more.

His tongue lapped at your juices and he slipped a finger inside you, curling, like he was trying to memorize your walls. No one had ever been so focused on your pleasure.

“Fuck, Lu, you’re so good at this,” you moaned, hands gripping his hair.

Your praises willed him on and he hooked a hand under you, tilting your body upwards as his lips engulfed your clit and his finger thrusted inside you.

“Just like that, I’m about to—” Your words were cut off by your own scream and an intense orgasm washing over you. Luigi carried you through it, slurping up your juices as your entire body convulsed.

“You taste better than anything I’ve ever had in my mouth,” he panted, finally sitting up, lips glistening.

You smirked, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him on top of you. His cock was practically bulging out of his pants and you flipped him over, undoing his belt and pulling down his bottoms.

As his cock sprang free, you couldn’t help the audible gasp that left your lips. Luigi was huge.

Now, it was your time to stutter. “Y-you’re so big.”

He was thick, long, veiny and hard. It almost looked painful. Hesitantly, you took ahold of him, your hand barely able to go around it.

“Really?” he asked, shooting you a curious glance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“That’s the least of my worries. Fuck, I want it to hurt,” you said, practically drooling as you stared down at his cock.

His breathing grew heavier, body practically shaking as you held his cock in your hand. But then, you let go of him, a smirk playing on your lips as you trailed your fingers down his chest after you ripped his shirt off, the buttons flying everywhere, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch. He was already breathless, watching you with wide, eager eyes, his hands gripping the sheets like he was bracing himself.

“You’re so easy to tease,” you murmured, tilting your head as you let your fingers ghost over his abs. He was built like a Greek God. “So worked up already, huh?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You, you’re just—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale when you licked his shaft, the warmth of your breath making him shiver.

His reaction only made you want to push him further. You placed a lingering kiss to his tip, feeling the way his cock twitched beneath you. “I haven’t even started, and you’re already falling apart,” you teased.

A whimper slipped past his lips, and he squeezed his eyes shut, his hands fisting the sheets even tighter as your lips wrapped around his tip. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

That sent a thrill through you. The way he was unraveling so easily, the way his breath hitched with every tiny movement, it boosted your ego.

When you finally took him down your throat, all the tension built up in him melted into a broken moan. His fingers trembled as they reached for you, barely managing to grip your shoulder as if he needed to ground himself.

“Feels so good,” he breathed, his voice laced with disbelief, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “You’re—God, you’re amazing.”

His praise came in soft, desperate gasps, each one more raw than the last, and it only spurred you on. Every shaky breath, every whispered compliment, every helpless sound he made, it was enough to keep you bobbing your head steadily.

The way your tongue swirled as you took him into your throat, the way his pre cum and your salvia dripped down your chin, the way your eyes watered and the way your mouth stretched wide to accommodate his size had him whimpering so loudly.

“F-fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he managed to croak out, cock throbbing in your mouth.

You hummed around his cock, bobbing your head and massaging his balls as he bucked his hips, his entire body trembling. Your lips wrapped around the tip, suckling as you stroked his shaft and his hot load shot down your throat.

“Fuck. Thank you, thank you so much,” he moaned, toes curling as ropes of his cum coated your tongue.

You seductively shed yourself of your lingerie, your body bare as you climbed on top of him. He stared at you like you were a masterpiece, breathing heavy and his cock still hard. You took ahold of him, dragging the tip along your folds.

“You’re always such a tease,” he whined.

A primal sound left his lips as you sank down onto his cock, your nails digging into his chest. The air was knocked out of your lungs as took every inch.

“You feel so good. Oh my God,” he whimpered, hands resting on your hips.

After you finally adjusted to his size though it still felt like you were being ripped apart, you lifted yourself up and began bouncing on his cock. Your hands were flat on his pecs, your ass slamming down on him as you rode him like your life depended on it.

His whimpers went straight to your pussy, the sound like music to your ears as you circled your hips and moved back and forth. Every movement felt like he was brushing against your cervix.

His eyes averted between your tits and your wet pussy gripping his cock. “You look so beautiful riding me like that.”

A smirk was on your lips and you lifted yourself even higher, slamming yourself back down and making the entire bed shake as you bounced.

“Rub my clit,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm approach.

Without missing a beat, he began rubbing your clit in harsh circles as you moved back and forth. He felt like he would black out, the sheer pleasure and how good you felt almost too much. You wrapped your hand around his throat, the action making his cock twitch and you knew he was close.

“Cum with me Lu. Cum inside me, you deserve it,” you panted, bouncing wildly.

He wrapped his arms around you and you fell on top of him, your entire body shaking, your pussy clamping tightly around him as you squirted on his raw cock. The rush of liquid sent him over the edge and as you came, you felt him cum deep inside you, his warm, sticky load filling you up.

You lay on top of him, still catching your breath. Luigi was staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling as he tried to gather himself. Then, he looked at you as you looked up, eyes soft, admiration written all over his face.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking,” he murmured.

You smirked, but there was something tender behind it. “Yeah? You weren’t so bad yourself.”

His face flushed, and he looked away for a second, running a hand through his curls. “Seriously, that was amazing. I don’t even know what to say.”

You rolled onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow as you traced your finger on his arm. “You don’t have to say anything.” Then, quieter, “Just hold me.”

Luigi blinked, like he wasn’t expecting that. He’d seen you confident, untouchable—but never like this.

Without a word, he pulled you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You exhaled, melting into him, letting yourself get lost in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

For the rest of the weekend, he took you out on more dates—dinners, late night drives and movies. And each night ended the same way, his cock inside you, bodies and hearts growing more in sync.

But eventually, the weekend came to an end, and it was time to go back to school.

As you and Luigi walked through campus, hand in hand, the stares were unavoidable. People whispered, eyes wide with shock, questioning how he managed to end up with you. But Luigi didn’t care. Not when he had you beside him.

And you didn’t care either.

He was yours. And everyone else would just have to fall in line. You were the it couple now.

[hisaangel]

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[mangionebabymama]

ugh, you cooking, completely focused, until he suddenly comes up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist, moving up to cup your breasts, his breath heavy against your ear. just that has your pussy throbbing, and he knows it.

his lips find your neck, warm and desperate, as his fingers slip under your bra, rolling over your nipples. he hears the little moan you let out, feels the way your back arches, pressing your ass right against him and fuck, he’s already hard.

"please, Lu, I need to cook or I’ll burn this whole thing" you breathe out, but he just groans, lips brushing your jaw, licking, almost biting "but I want you so bad."

his hands stay on your breasts as he kisses you hard, like he’s drunk on you, and you feel it too. The food? Already starting to smoke. But you don’t care.

then he’s down, his hand slipping under your underwear, and the second he feels how soaked you are, his breath stutters. his long fingers circle your clit, then slide lower, pushing inside, fucking you with them, hard and deep. the slick sound of it, the way you squeeze around his fingers, has him moaning against your lips and then yeah something in him snaps and he's yanking your pants down just enough to-

Anon, I just now read this upon waking up from a nap and

[slavdollz4mangione]

Lu said on his reddit that he struggled sleeping like he’d wake up so many times in the night :( imagine him only being truly comfortable when he’s with u, legs intertwined and you’re running your fingers through his hair to ease him back to sleep

oh how i love the idea of sleepy lu :,) i feel like his chronic pain makes him a light sleeper :( it’s so hard for him to fall into a deep sleep, so having you there with him, being pressed against your warmth, his head on your chest, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers gently running through his fluffy curls would be so therapeutic for him!

[italianbabydaddy]

https://www.tumblr.com/slavicdolls4mangione/771427096809586689/omg-i-dont-know-if-you-respond-to-asks-but?source=share

i just love his facial expressions 😭 putting his eyebrows to work

imagine being upset with him/trying to make him see your pov and he’s just like 🤔🤨👀

He’s such a little diva I love it

And the *eye roll 🙄* bit? My fav LMAOOOO

To be a tiny speck of paint off the wall in the room where you two would be having a misunderstanding would be a tiiiiime to witness. The way he’d furrow his eyebrows in unison, bringing them close to his nose, and screw up his eyes, steadying them a bit more stouter than you’d like. He’d be giving it his best shot to understand where your stance, keenly listening in, but you swear that he’s not even listening and that he’s being disparaging and just a judgmental piece of shit 😭

[chrysanthemum-gigi]

Imagine you and Lu falling in love at first sight, the first time both of you lock eyes. Is when you realise that you were each other’s forever person 💕

i'm going to be so honest with you, in my interpretation of Luigi, he's the kind of guy that although he might think a girl is extremely pretty at first sight and he might blush or stumble over his words a bit, he's a tough shell to crack. He would definitely want to see what you're about in your entirety before ever contemplating acting upon his feelings.

As he gets to know you and you reveal your dreams, ambitions, joy and sorrows, he begins to piece together that the inside is just if not more beautiful than the outside. Your outward beauty drew him in like a magnet but your shining personality is what tethers that magnetic force. The same thing goes for you. When you first meet Luigi, you think 'Oh, wait he's cute'. You weren't expecting to encounter a cute guy at a college botany club but life likes to throw curveballs sometimes. As you interact with him more and more as the months go on, you discover that he's not all just good looks and muscular body. He's passionate about everything he sets his sights on. He's kind, considerate, well spoken, creative and an all around friendly guy.

The way you two gravitated towards each other every time club meetings started definitely raised some eyebrows among your fellow club members. They felt the energy too. The way he stared at you and paid attention to what you said with such detail, the way he recalled passing comments you said weeks ago (that you yourself forgot you even said). The way you beamed every time he walked in the room, eagerly showing him new articles regarding poisonous mushrooms. The way you guys would be huddled over in your own corner, whispering to each other. Your friends noticed all of it.

Your friends jokingly called the two of you 'soulmates' when he was out of earshot. You laughed and shrugged it off, what the hell were they talking about? Sure, he was attractive but you were just friends. A friend that you've thought about passionately kissing every now and again but there's no way he felt the exact same way right?

...

Right?

[harmlessmessages]

WARNING: SMUT

Careless by harmlessmessages. All rights reserved by the author. 

“Careless” tells the story of two strangers who meet at an open mic in Manhattan. She’s a vibrant musician determined to perform even as her body resists her every move. He’s a mysterious young man weighed down by debilitating, chronic pain and a secret as dark as the mask that hides his face. 

Through alternating perspectives, their chance encounter evolves into a night of raw connection and unguarded intimacy. As their stories intertwine, their personal struggles and unexpected likeness surface, revealing the solace and heartbreak of finding hope and relief in one another, even if for one night.

Each scene is paired with a song, making “Careless” an immersive experience where music mirrors the characters’ journeys and the poignancy of their bond.

Song: Pink Light, MUNA

41/41

She woke up in her own bed, eyes blurry and tired. Yawning, she flipped over to reach for her phone, but paused as her eyes caught the glint of the foil ring under the sun coming through the window.

So it wasn’t a dream, then. She pulled his favour off her finger, smiling like a little girl, spinning it between her hands as the night before flashed through her mind. 

The stubble of his face softly scraping against her cheek, his lips searching for any spot untouched on her body. She imagined what she must have looked like from his point of view, on her knees, looking up at him. She remembered his laugh, his corny pick up line from the bar. She remembered his eyes following her body as she sang on stage, right before they met hers for the first time, before they both looked away, panicked. 

Pins and needles flooded her thighs, drawing her attention to the raw, deep soreness that he left behind. 

It was only 10 AM, so she shouldn’t expect a text, right? Maybe he hadn’t woken up yet. She wondered what time checkout was at the hostel. He said he was leaving today. That’s what he said, and she wanted to believe him. Had he seen her note yet? If he did, would he even reach out? 

She began to write the story in her head. For so long, I have been isolated, alone, lonely. For so long, I thought no one could possibly understand me, even though that is all I ever wanted. I sing my songs to strangers, about wanting someone, about wanting to give someone what they needed, because I can do that now. I couldn’t do it before — I was broken, depressed, and anxious. But I’m enough now, for myself, and for someone else. And I’m no longer tired. And I’m no longer angry.

And then, he came, a stranger in the night. I was careless and I bumped into him and it hurt him but it was kismet. And I almost faltered, because old habits die hard. But I overcame it, as I always do. And he had a past, too, one that he was not ready to share on the first night but I accepted him and he accepted me. And he held me and I held him and we held each other. And he said he had to leave and even though I understood, I did not truly understand. Because in his voice and in his touch, I heard and felt something else. 

I want to go back to the hostel. I want to be in his arms again — the last place I felt safe, at ease, warm, so warm. He was so warm.

Would he understand? Would he think of me same? Once he sees me for who I truly am — a stupid, pathetic, horrible girl that is not capable of much else besides this — wanting, wanting so that I do not have to do this life alone. I hate being alone. 

Her phone screen lit up, cuttting through her thoughts.

She sighed and picked it up and typed her password in lazily. She tapped her Message icon, scrolling down her inbox. ‘Are you okay? Hey, did you see the news? Is that close to you? Dude! Answer your phone! Why aren’t you answering?

She swiped up, passing by messages from her friends and family and colleagues until she reached the first unread message from the morning. 

6:30 AM. From an unknown number. Panic. Panic, she felt as her heart rang to open it.

She pressed the screen as fast as her aching hand could bear. They always ached the most in the morning, when it was this cold. She opened the notification to an empty chat, safe the green text bubble.

“I was serious. See you in Japan. 

Yours truly —”

He signed off with his name. She read it out loud, smiling, laughing. She was happy.

-

Bonus Track: No Church In The Wild, Kanye West

Thanks for reading :-) Will be posting a final edit to Wattpad soon and update everyone here <3

[bellobambino]

sorry if this is an inappropriate promt

you make out with your girl best friend and luigi is the third wheel

how does he handle that

[mrsmangi]

Hibiscus 🌺🌺🌺

late night call - luigi mangione

♡ flower prompt: hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more - meaning: in victorian times, the gift of a hibiscus bloom meant that the giver was acknowledging the receiver’s delicate beauty. ♡ w.c.: 1k ♡ a/n: hi, love! thank you so much for your request. srry for the delay, i'm a bit backed up with requests. she's a short one, but i hope you enjoy!

♡ send me a flower & i'll write a drabble based off the prompt ! ↪ prompts that have been requested

“Do you ever think people realize just how loud their ceiling fans are?” 

His voice comes through the phone, low and scratchy, like he’s been lying on his back for too long, staring at his own ceiling. You giggle softly, shifting against the pillow propped against your back. Your own fan spins above you, a rhythmic hum filling the space between his words and yours. 

“It’s white noise,” you say, quieter than usual. “After a while, you get used to it and stop hearing it.” 

“Mm, not tonight,” Luigi sighs. “It’s like the fan’s trying to keep me awake for as long as possible.”

You laugh again, a soft, breathy sound that feels just a bit too loud in the stillness of your room. It’s past midnight–long past the time you’d planned to be asleep–but this is how many of your nights with Luigi go. What starts with casual texts morphs into a phone call, then into hours of talking about nonsense; everything and nothing.

“Maybe it’s just your thoughts,” you tease. “What are the voices yelling at you about tonight?” 

He pauses on the other end of the line, just the faint sound of his breathing audible. You know Luigi well enough by now to know he’s not actively ignoring your question; he’s only deciding how much of himself to give away. 

“Life,” he answers lamely, though the vagueness of the reply altogether makes it clear there’s more to it than that. “Do you ever feel like no matter how much you do to succeed, it’s never enough?” 

You roll onto your side, pressing the phone closer to your ear. The dim glow of your bedside lamp casts uneven shadows against the wall. 

“All the time,” you reply honestly. “It gets exhausting, though. I feel like I’m just running a race no one even cares to watch.” 

He exhales, a sound that crackles through the receiver. When he speaks again, his voice carries the kind of understanding that comes from being seen. “Yeah. I get it.” 

The two of you fall into shared silence, the steady hum of your ceiling fan whispering across the line. You let yourself picture him for a moment–probably sprawled out on his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. His phone would be balanced in his other hand. The image feels familiar, like something you’ve seen a thousand times before, even though you haven’t. 

“Can I ask you something?” His voice breaks the quiet.

“Always.” 

He’s quiet again, but you don’t rush him.

“Do you think…” He pauses again, and you can hear the shift of his breathing. “Do you ever think it’s possible for something to change without either person realizing it? Like, to wake up one day and feel like everything’s changed, even though nothing is actually different?” 

“Maybe,” you say cautiously, voice softer now. “Sometimes things can change so slowly you don’t even notice until it’s already different. Then, you find yourself wondering how long it’s been that way.” 

“Yeah,” he agrees. “That’s exactly what I mean.” 

You stare up at the spinning fan, asking him, “What’s different, Luigi?” 

He doesn’t answer right away. His continuous pauses make you grow somewhat uneasy, stretching a distance between you. “Us,” he says. “I think we’re different.” 

You exhale slowly. “Different how?” 

“I don’t know,” he admits. “But it’s like every time we talk, it feels different. More important, somehow, like there’s something there that wasn’t before.” He stops and you can nearly hear the way he’s turning the words over rin his head. “I used to just…enjoy talking to you, but now, it feels like I catch myself waiting for it. I’m counting down to the next time I’ll hear your voice. And when we’re not talking, I’m thinking about what I want to tell you the next time I see you, or wondering what you’re doing, or–” He breaks out into nervous laughter, cutting himself off. “Um, does any of that make sense or am I just rambling?” 

It makes perfect sense. Too much sense. Your heart picks up speed, the weight of his words pressing against the thoughts you’ve tried to push to the back of your mind. You notice it too. You’ve felt a change in the way you catch yourself thinking about him at odd moments–when a song reminds you of something he’s said, or when you replay the voice messages he sends just to hear his laugh on repeat. Tonight, he speaks heavier, like he’s cracked open a door you have both been staring at for weeks, maybe longer, unsure of who will turn the handle first. 

“It does,” you whisper. 

There’s a small, nearly imperceptible breath on his end, like he’s been holding it and didn’t even realize. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You chew on your bottom lip, letting the word sink in. “I didn’t know if I should say anything. I didn’t want to ruin what we have.” 

“Me neither,” he says, “but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it. I do. All the time.” 

You close your eyes, the glow of the lamp behind your lids is a soft orange hue. “So, what now?” 

“I’m not sure,” he says. There’s no pretense, no cleverness to soften the edges of his words. “But maybe we can figure it out. Together.” He says his last word carefully, almost like it’s fragile–like it may break under the weight of its meaning if he doesn’t say it the right way. 

You hear him shift, the faint sound of fabric rustling through the receiver. It’s a small thing, but it makes the moment feel so real, tangible, like he’s not just a voice in the dark. You let his words settle over you. Luigi doesn’t have the answers to all your worries and neither do you. But, it feels comforting somehow–to know that he’s with you in this journey, and you with him. 

“Okay,” you say. A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You know he can hear it, even if he can’t see it. Your heart is full of love for this boy as you exhale: “Together.”

[glossypolaroidkisses]

hi my love!! im excited to see what ur blog will contain hehe omg im so ecstatic that u commented that ur interested in the whole right brained reader thing hehe i js want to know ur thoughts on the relationship dynamic of having a more humanitarian reader who likes english, arts everything that's quite opposite to what luigi is like!!

hihi!! omg I’m SO excited too!! i already feel so welcomed!! ok this is so fun, buckle in!! bear with me!!

since luigi seems to be so analytical and anal with his thought processes (like you mentioned), i can see him pre-relationship being a bit skeptical while getting to know you; just because that’s not how his brain works. at the start he’d ask you so many questions. you’d have so many conversations that would give him better insight into your mind, to make sure you’re not just in la la land all the time. it’s giving, waiting for 3rd or 4th date to talk politics?… no. 1st date we’re talking about thoughts on religion, the afterlife, etc.

also, that’s not an insult to right brained/artistic ppl, I’m one of them (if you couldn’t tell lol)! i’ve been perceived as dumb(er than others) because I’m so driven by creativity, english and the arts (NOT scientific or mathematical at all). It's only once someone gets to know me better, that they learn how intelligent I am. right brain thinkers are more likely to be dismissed or overlooked, imo!

someone like luigi may not have been too surrounded by many right brain thinkers let alone dated them, and he would be so curious about what goes on in your mind.

obviously, you do develop a relationship and the dynamic would be adorable. you balance each other out! there may be some minor situations and misunderstandings where his strict, logical, rational self isn’t sure where you’re coming from; but he always listens to you explain your POV, and does come around to understand it. he’s very open minded, esp when it comes to you!

he loves your brain. i mean, he’s so fascinated by it. you find art, beauty, creativity and meaning in things that he could’ve never perceived in such a way. both of your brains work in different ways that are both so important.

whether you come to him about a situation all pouty, or do the opposite, acting stubborn and silent about it until he picks up on your mood shift, coming over to help you.. he’ll have a solution. he’d drop anything to brainstorm a way to help you solve your problems. for luigi, because of his logical problem solving, the solution is usually simple for him to come up with. but then you’re standing there with stars in your eyes like ‘wow luigi😍❤️ i would’ve never come up with that🤩 thank you so much😩’ and he’s just there, giddy, bc you make him feel so smart and useful. he’s so happy when he can help you in any way.

there will probably be a lot of funny moments trying to make decisions together. you might want to decide based on gut feeling, or your emotions, but he’ll be so analytical; thinking of every detail. for example, buying furniture together. you might be like “omg! this couch is such a cute colour, matches the vibe of our apartment and it feels so soft!” and luigi would be like “uhm… yeah! cute! but… (pulls out tape measure) it isn’t the correct dimensions, the fabric isn’t stain resistant, the cushion covers aren’t removable, and it isn’t well reviewed online….😅🥸”

if he’s not with you, he’ll take photos of things he sees while out-and-about, maybe exploring, and send them to you. or!!! when he comes home, he’ll be all excited to show you stuff he took pictures of, wondering what your perspective on it would be, how you would interpret it. he’ll go through the pictures with you and just listen to you gush over something artsy or interpretive, like if he saw graffiti he thought you’d find cool, a quote from a book or painting at a museum. idk!

if he goes book shopping for his own yk NON fiction books, he’ll always come back with a book or two for you. he’ll get home, probably make some sort of joke like “i just chose the book that had the most colourful cover”, when in reality he spent time at the bookstore looking through the books, reading so many back covers to choose one that he knows you’ll genuinely enjoy. or, he’ll just buy a book he remembers you mentioning you wanted in passing. even if he wouldn’t enjoy reading it, he enjoys knowing it brings you joy. and if you talk to him about a book you’re reading/read, he’ll listen as if it’s his favourite genre.

me personally, idk if it’s the eldest daughter in me, but i LOVE being taken care of + i think he’d enjoy feeling helpful. like if i was drawing on an app on my ipad and it crashed or something, i’d go running to him for help.. with anything technology related (even if i had an idea of how i could fix it myself) like heyyy my lil compsci problem solver.. help pls😇

overall, i think this dynamic is so sweet as long as you can both embrace each others differences and find that harmony. he would add more structure to your life while appreciating your perspective, and you’d add more spontaneity, empathy & creativity to his!

also idk if i touched enough on this, but this dynamic is literally a humanitarian power couple. like fighting for what’s right, with his brain and your heart!! best of both worlds for a well rounded perspective!! mwhahaha

thank you so much for submitting that! oh my god that was so much fun I’m not insane i promise (maybe a lil hehehe) it is literally 7 am i am going to sleep now. i just started responding to that ask and couldn’t stop. aaa love it!!

i hope you liked it!! don’t be afraid to give feedback, anyone! i loooovee requests like these!! keep em coming!! mwah

[greengoblinswifey]

can we get a fic where Luigi is stressed after a long day in his college classes and his gf gives him a blow job to help him relax? 👀 in excruciating detail puhleeeeze 😩

Helping Luigi out after a stressful day of classes.

Luigi sighed as he dropped his bag onto the couch, like he was trying to let go of the weight of the day. His dark, curly hair was slightly messy, a sure sign that he had been running his fingers through it in frustration, and his thick brows were still furrowed as he exhaled sharply.

You leaned against the doorway, watching him. “Long day?”

“Brutal. My professors are insane, my group project is a disaster, no one’s pulling their weight, and I swear if I have to listen to one more pointless lecture—” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “You don’t wanna hear all that.”

You pushed off the doorframe, making your way over to him. “I don’t mind listening,” you murmured, placing your hands on his shoulders. “But, I can think of a much better way to help you relax.”

“Oh?” he said, his dark eyes flickering to yours, curiosity sparking beneath his exhaustion.

Your fingers went down his chest, smoothing over his pecs then his abs. “Mhm,” you hummed, tilting your head slightly as you gave him a coy smile. “You work so hard, baby. You deserve a little something.”

His breath hitched just slightly, and you could feel his muscles tense beneath your touch. “What exactly are you suggesting?” he asked, his voice going lower, raspier.

You smirked, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before letting your hands slide lower. “Why don’t you just sit back and relax,” you whispered. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

Luigi swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you. Your hands went even lower, slipping into his boxers and taking ahold of his hard, thick cock. No matter how many times you had it in your palm, you just couldn’t get enough. m

You grinned, nudging him back until he sank onto the couch before sinking gracefully to your knees between his legs.

His head fell back against the cushions, a deep, contented moan slipping past his lips. One of his hands found its way into your curls. “You’re amazing,” he murmured.

He was so big in your hand, his vein prominent and pre cum leaking from the pink, mushroom tip. With your gaze doe eyed and needy, you stuck your ass out and slowly took his cock in your mouth. You hummed as he stretched your lips, vibrations spreading throughout his body. “Fuck,” he moaned, already getting lost in the pleasure.

You took him deeper, swirling your tongue as you did and using your hands to caress his balls that were heavy with cum until the tip hit the back of your throat.

Luigi’s hands went to the cushions, gripping as if grounding himself. “You’re such a good fucking cock sucker. Keep going,” he groaned.

Teasingly, you removed him from your mouth, running your lips along the shaft then replacing it with your tongue. You were a sloppy mess, salvia and pre cum dripping down your chin, eyes dazed and lust blown. “Mm, I love how you taste,” you praised, before taking him down your throat.

As you bobbed your head at a steady pace, his fingers tangled in your curls firmly but gently, thrusting up into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed, and you ran your hands along his thigh caressing him. “God, this fucking mouth. You’re such a good girl helping me relax.”

He pulled you by your hair off him with a pop, a trail of saliva connecting you. He took himself in his free hand, slapping his cock against your cheek and your lips. “So pretty, baby,” he cooed. “My good little cock sucker.”

He dragged the shaft across your lips then lodged it between them, sliding back and forth as his moans grew louder.

“Holy shit. Open wide, baby. My dick needs to be back down that throat.”

You did as you were told and took him right back, your movements increasing, precise and deliberate. His hips bucked, balls tightening as your mouth was on the verge of tipping him over the edge.

He met your mouth with thrusts, each making you gag as your tongue slid across his throbbing length. “You’re really helping me relax, sweetheart. I wanna cum down your throat so bad.”

His resolve snapped as his hand guided you all the way down onto him until your nose touched his pelvis. You felt his control waver, his head tilting back as a deep, guttural sound escaped him. His fingers were tighter in your curls, pulling you up and down his long, thick shaft fast, as the sound of gagging and spit filled the room like you were nothing but a throat for him to use.

“God, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his voice breaking into praises as his grip tightened. “My perfect fucking girl.”

You slapped his dick on your tongue before taking him in once more, the throbbing unmistakeable. “C-cum in my mouth,” you begged him, your voice desperate and shaking. He relented with a deep moan, his praise spilling out.

“You’re so, so perfect, baby. Take my cum,” he gasped, as ropes of his hot load shot down your throat.

You swallowed every drop and looked up at him, ass in the air with lust blown eyes, sticking your tongue out to show that nothing had gone to waste.

Luigi’s head fell back against the couch, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His fingers were still tangled in your curls, holding onto you like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

You smirked up at him, pressing one last kiss to his tip before shifting up to settle between his legs. He reached for you, pulling you into his lap and capturing your lips in a slow kiss. His fingers brushed over your cheek, as he deepened it, his tongue sliding against yours as he tasted himself in a way that had you melting into him.

When he finally pulled back, he let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “You’re unreal, amore,” he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip. “The best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for.”

Before you could respond, he dipped his head down, pressing a series of soft, grateful kisses along your jaw. “Thank you for this,” he whispered against your skin. “For taking care of me.”

You hummed, running your fingers through his thick curls, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at your touch. “Of course, baby,” you murmured. “You deserve to relax.”

Luigi exhaled deeply, his body sinking against yours. You guided him to lie back, letting him rest his head against your tits as your fingers combed through his curls in slow, soothing strokes. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close, his body completely at ease now.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Lu.”

[hisaangel]

Luigi Mangione x Reader

cw: smut, oral (fem), overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

Luigi's smile lights up the entire room in a matter of seconds when his eyes lays on yours, running to him, your hands goes up to wrap them around his neck and you melt into his touch as your lips meet each others, in a desperate kiss.

not even two seconds go by, and you're sitting on top of his desk, in nothing but your panties. Luigi studying every inch of you. "So pretty", his hands running down your waist until they land on the fabric off your panties, spreeding your legs for the boy standing in front of you. "What are you waiting for, pretty boy?" - questioning him, a cheeky smirk placed on your lips.

Before you could say or do anything, the sounds og seams breaking as luigi rips of your panties, his hot breath hitting your wet folds, Luigi's tongue crashing against your pussy, his mouth sucking in all the right places, making you arch your back. "Fuck luigi"

The party downstairs forgotten completely about.

His stubble tickling your inner thighs, hands squezing them, leaving marks, Increasing the speed of his tongue on your clit, while slipping two fingers in at your entrance. from one second to the next your legs starts trembling, while your walls clenches. Luigi moaning against your pussy, filled with the mix of your juices and his saliva.

Your whimpers filling the room, you feel Luigi smile spread across his face, loving every second of this. (munch). You know the sight of you all sticky from sweat, unable to control your body and barely breathing is motivating him to keep going, and oh he does.

Up to this point you've reached climax 5 times, leaving you completely exhausted. Between each of your orgasms Luigi had begged for you to let him get you to your orgasm just one last time. Continuing to do his thing, your body shaking at the pleasure.

"you can do it, just one more for me, princess" Luigi murmurs against your pussy, now sucking on your clit, trembling, supporting yourself on the table to with all the strength you find, looking at him as he carries your through yet another orgasm.

finalyy getting up from his place on the ground, Luigi presses a kiss filled with love onto yours, his lips caring a taste of your juice, pressing his bulge against your heat, a whimper leaving your mouth

"You can take one more baby, i know you can, just one last i promise"

"Lui-"

"please baby just give me a minute" Luigi's hands traveling down to his jeans, pulling his hard cock out, while pushing you down onto the tabæe yet again as he kisses your neck. "baby relax".

both of you looking down watching as his cock enters your pussy, moans leaving the two of you. "Give me a second Lu" a plead leaving you, but he doesnt listen, grabing your neck and kissing you instead, while pulling out and re-entering, nails digging into his biceps as you try to remain stable. "Such a good girl", with every thrust he placed a kiss on your naked shoulder, breathing heavily.

Whimpers, grunts, growls and the sound of skin coliding. Your orgasm washed over you laying completely down on the table as Luigi thrusts into you a few more times before painting your insider with his sperm, looking down where your bodies meets, seeing his cock stained with a mix of your fluids going in and out one last time.

your eyes watching him pull out only for him to intensely watch his cum dripping out of your swollen pussy, picking up his shirt to wipe you down before crashing down besides you with a heavy breath.

[mangionebabymama]

We need to talk about being Luigis hallway crush. He's whipped BEYOND BELIEF.

Stalks your spotify, pinterest, goodreads and insta.

His friends tease him about his feelings ALL THE TIME!!!!

At frat parties he'll be lurking near you to see your beauty up close.

He's a blushing mess whenever you talk to him!!!!!!!!!

Always attentive when a guy is near you. He gets jealous.

Ugh to be his campus crush 😫

Let's discuss:

He'd pick up his phone and be on social media more often, only to see what you're up to, if you'd have any new updates about your everyday adventures, and to know what you posted. He'd use that to better understand who you are, your digital footprint, and how you embody yourself through other mediums. If he had Apple Music instead of Spotify? He's gonna cop that $2.99/month Premium for Student subscription just to see what you have on your playlist and check out your tastes. And if he already had a Pinterest and a Goodreads account but never used them much until he learned that you use them frequently? Yeah, he's gonna build up his accounts more on there now. Now Instagram? If it wasn't for his sister's blog, where he decided to make an account just to give her one more follower and then to post a photo with her, he would make an account since you have one on there.

He'd deny to his friends that it's not necessarily a crush since he's never truly had one to begin with. However, something about how he feels and thinks about you differs, unlike anything else he's felt for someone before. He knows it's something else, though it remains undefined for now, but his friends can tell it's much more than just a tiny liking. They constantly tell me how he ogles at you, how his ears perk up at even the slightest mention of your name, and how he effortlessly melts into your presence whenever you're around. Regardless, he's going to tell them otherwise.

If he didn't intend to go to a party, he would learn later that you would be there that night. Yeah, now he's got plans. And what if one night he didn't go but then found out you did? He'd kick himself in the shin for that one. It's also embarrassing when he’s at a party, and his friends mess with him, pointing you out in the crowd. When Luigi asks, "Where?" and tries to hurriedly scan the room, they laugh at him, only pretending you’re there—just to see his immediate reaction when calling attention to your name as he gets excited, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. 

But when he catches a glimpse of you, you spot him at the party and go over to say hello? His soul might as well leave his body and never return in that moment; at that point, he's just a vessel. Generally, he's easygoing, smooth-talking, and well-spoken when conversing with anyone, regardless of how attractive he finds their beauty since that doesn't matter to him. But you? Even though he's intelligent, he looks like an idiot whenever he tries to talk to you; it's either stuttering over a syllable or racing through his words, struggling to form the correct sentence.

And don't even argue about what he feels when he notices another guy standing next to you, talking to you, having the audacity to even make you laugh. In his mind, he knows that he's foolish to ever harbor such envious feelings about you with another person, let alone another guy who could be just like himself. But the thing is, though, he's not like everyone, and he knows that well enough and hopes that you see that beyond any other person you come across. He's on high alert whenever he comes across you with someone other than him, sticking to intrusive thoughts and stipulations of what could be happening, and if they do—he'll know when and how to react.

are these headcanons essentially? idk, i kind of don't understand the whole gist behind them sksjsdlka

[slavdollz4mangione]

NSFW - Luigi making you look at him every time he enters you. He wants to see how good it feels for both of you. He holds your hand too🥹

OH…

a little “look at me pretty” here, “no no keep your eyes on me angel, be a good girl for me” there… he LOVES making eye contact when he’s chasing both of your highs and he’s gonna make sure yours are fixated on him trust! lucky him, you love making him satisfied so you’re trying your hardest not to let them roll to the back of your head because he’s pretty much railing you into the next century

[italianbabydaddy]

Hii, babe. How are you?

This is something Luigi posted:

"Tiny electric trimmer for both shaving and body grooming. Works dry and saves the need to pack shaving cream. It’s not the best electric trimmer, but the smallest cordless one I could find with decent reviews. Powered via a single AA battery. It’s a bit weak so shaving is slower than I’d like. I’m still on the lookout for a compact USB-C rechargeable trimmer, but have yet to find one.'''

Sooo i think we know who he likes to keep things down there !!

Hi love, I’m doing good, how are you?

I’ve seen this Reddit post by him 🙂‍↕️ never considered that take before, but I now will and I’m sticking to it that he’s careful and meticulous with it

As long as that happy trail is still there, you’re happy, and that makes him happy

[chrysanthemum-gigi]

lu looking after u on ur period :( in so much pain rn and can’t stop thinking about how he’d take care of u

whoever sent this to me.. i'm so sorry that i couldn't get to it sooner 💖

He would be the literal sweetest to you. He has two sisters so I think he's definitely familiar with how bad things could get during a rough period. Luigi is normally so attuned your mood, he's somehow instantly aware of how you're feeling at any given moment. He's got your micro expressions down to a T. He already knows you're PMS-ing before you even realize you're PMS-ing. He knows your period arrived when he catches your grimace once you realize your panties are damper than usual. Once your period begins and you're basically bed bound because of the amount of bleeding going on, he'd quickly whip out the handy mat that you bought because you were sick of staining the bedsheets (and you honestly felt bad because he'd have to get up and wash them right away). He'd gently nudge you to get up and let him arrange the mat.

Luigi doesn't have much time to get everything you need together so that you could at least stay comfortable until he finished his work day (bby is working from home 4/5 days of the week). He plugs in the electric blanket, pulling it over you. He gets the Tylenol from the kitchen cupboard as he's turning on the electric kettle to brew you a cup of hot chamomile tea.

Bringing you the Tylenol tablet and a cup of water, he says, "Here, drink up". Once you drink up, he takes the Tiger Balm from your nightstand and urges you to lift up your shirt. He pulls down the elastic of your panties to expose your belly. Taking a dollop of Tiger Balm, he spreads it over your lower abdomen, massaging gently with extra care over the ovary area. Once the water is finished boiling, he steeps the tea and brings it over to you.

"I seriously can't thank you enough for doing this baby. Thank you for always knowing when to be here", you say to him, clutching the steam mug into your hands.

"Don't even mention it. I'll gladly do this time and time again, you're always there for me when my back acts up so let me do this for you."

You smile up at him, thinking about how darn lucky you were to have hit the jackpot of life partners. His first instinct after he realized what was happening was to make sure you were comfortable and warm even if he couldn't immediately halt his day to be at your side (he wants to trust me).

He reaches for your Kindle which was sitting on the dresser, walks over and hands it to you.

"Here. Stay here, read one of those raunchy romance books you like to read and once I finish work in a bit I'll come back and we can watch a movie together. That sounds good?"

You gleefully turn on your kindle and clicking on the new Rina Kent title you recently downloaded to your library, "Yeah babe, that sounds good. Now go back to work, I'll be fine."

He presses a kiss to your forehead and turns to leave.

"Luigi?"

"Yes baby?" he turns, one hand on the doorframe.

"I love you"

He sighs and lets out a chuckle, "I love you too".

(a/n: i kind of ending up doing a bit of self insertion here since the tiger balm, the chamomile tea, the bed mat and the electric blanket are all things I personally do and have been doing for my period for years. Tiger Balm is my tried and true when it comes to helping cramps 🧸)