#luigi x reader

[luiluvr]

touch || luigi mangione

oh hii !! i saw @vershautece’s post and hadddd to write this, and deepest apologies i have NOT written smut before like my blog is losing its virginity </3 anywaysss hope u enjoy it!!

WARNINGS: f!reader, 18+, sex, dry humping/thigh riding, lu cumming in his pants, college!luigi loses his virginity, unprotected p in v i tried proofreading but when i wrote this i was half asleep so ☠

SUMMARY: Literally just sex (taking Lu's virginity :3) and dry humping him in his sweatpants gahhh

WC: 2.8k

Mess, mess, what a mess! Homecoming at UPenn was no joke. The frat boys painted their bodies the college’s colors, rowdy hallways and loud music. The campus buzzed with life; and the boys showed no shame — especially Luigi Mangione. He was new; a freshman. In contrast to the other male students, he was different. Had the smarts you know would take him many places, the charisma of a romcom boyfriend, everything you could want or need.

Lucky for you, he had his eyes drawn to your pretty figure, the way your skirt bounced, your thighs, and overall, your smile. He loved those rosy lips and kind flashes of teeth. 

“Did I get my back?” Luigi asks his friend, Lane. 

“Barely.” His friend chuckles, most of the paint on Luigi’s lanky figure was dried. He just needed assistance mapping out the ‘P’, since he and his friends were going to line up in the stands and spell out Penn. 

“Can you help me then?”

“No, I gotta get help myself, I’m not gonna paint you, that’d be weird!” Lane laughs. Luigi’s thick, bushy brows furrow, “what do you suggest then, Dr. Know-it-all?”

“Get the girls to do it.”

“Oh come on,” Luigi sighs, “I don’t want them to be uncomfortable.” Lane sighs, “they’re not gonna be uncomfortable. If they like us, anyway… You could ask Y/N..” Lane teases him, smirking and bumping his shoulder.

“We still have an hour or two.” Luigi nods, plenty of time to get painted on by his crush. You.

 So, with their heads held high, the boys walked the campus with their bodies painted blue and red to the dorms where you and your friends stayed. Your roommate was actually dating Lane — you never quite understood that. A knock at the door later, and the girl’s fun get ready for homecoming was crashed with body paint. 

Unfortunately for Lane, he forgot the second bottle of white paint. Your roommate accompanied them back across campus.

The other girls had disappeared, including the last blue-painted boy; leaving you alone with Mangione. You side eye him a moment, he stood awkwardly, rubbing his cracked, painted palms together. He had smuggled the white paint bottle.

You looked so cute to him, your creamy thighs, carefully lined lips and the white skirt with a blue blouse. He could feel himself growing a bit hard. It was embarrassing, you were so pretty and perfect to him, but he was a virgin — contrary to popular belief. He just liked you. He wanted you.

Luigi finally breaks the silence, watching you pull the rollers from your shiny hair. He clears his throat, “uh, Y/N?” His voice was a bit shaky.

“Yes?” You reply, your voice as smooth as honey.

“When you’re done… Would you mind helping me paint my back and uhmm.. The P on my stomach?” Don’t blush, Luigi. 

Oh he’s so cute, he’s so shy asking you, his bunched up curls and tall stance. You shiver at the thought of touching him.

“Sure.” You said simply, not wanting to seem too excited. 

After a bit you finally tended to him. You coated your hands in the paint and slathered it over his boney back. He wasn’t exactly the most buff guy, but he had a normal body for this age. He was really attractive, he wore those slutty gray sweatpants every girl begs her boyfriend to wear.

 In this case, you didn’t ask him, he came to you like that. 

It wasn’t your fault it was so obvious, the gentle outline through the fabric, you avoided looking at it, so he wasn’t weirded out by you. You always knew this guy was packing. Literally. He had you paint down to his waist, his v-line was so prominent.

For Luigi, your hands on him was like being dropped in heaven rather than the gates. He tensed a little at first but your warm palms soothe his occasional aches. He stood with posture and hopeful confidence, he liked you way too much.

“Okay, red’s done.” You state, showing him in the bathroom mirror as you wash it off your palms. “Looks great.” He says, you ended up using a blow dryer to get it dry faster. He had to sit down on the couch for a few, you did too. All that work plus doing your hair prior was tiring.

He looks over at you, his freckles show overlaying blush and his beauty marks are so perfectly placed on each cheek.

“What is it?” You questioned, wanting to know why he was staring so hard. He freezes and stares more, like a deer in headlights. “Sorry, I…I think you’re really pretty.” His cheeky, little crooked smile. You wanted to kiss him so bad.

“Thank you, Luigi.”

“O-of course.”

You smile warmly and tip your head back, looking up at the ceiling a moment, then he speaks up, his voice cracks. “I like you.” God, he was nervous.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“I like you too.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” 

He silently cheered and ran a lap around, celebrating in his mind, but outside he nodded and looked at you as though you’re the only girl to ever exist in this world. “I really like that skirt of yours too.” He blurts.

“Yeah?” You chuckle.

“Yeah..” He bit his lip subconsciously and looks down at your thighs, pressed together and pressed to the cushion, he was almost jealous the couch could be sat on by you. He wanted to kiss up your legs and praise every part of your body, and let himself get lost in his sexual desires for you, he wanted-

“My eyes are up here, Lu.” You smile. His hazel irises dart up, his cheeks impossibly turn more pink, and he starts to get cocky.

“They are," he says quietly. “I wanna look down here though.” He continued. Something changed, like the quiet, nervous atmosphere had shifted into an undeniable need, longing and prayers that it would evolve into something soon before one of you lost it.

You stood to get the white paint from the table, but Lu grabbed your hand and stopped you abruptly. “Luigi?”

“C’mere.” He whispers, pulling you down on his lap, somehow, at some point there was a spurt of confidence in him that shone like a star now. “Lu-“ 

“Shhh.” He says, looking at your body in his hands, although clothed he can only imagine what lies beneath it. He blinks, then reaches for your breasts. He looks for reassurance, once you nod he’s practically a goner. His large, slender fingers are groping and squeezing your boobs, so gently yet possessively in a way you liked. 

“You’re s-so..” Words are uncomprehending in his brain, all he thinks and sees is lust. He leans forward and kisses between your collarbones. Slowly up your throat, stopping at your jaw. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I need you so badly, Y/N.” He murmurs, looking at you greedily. 

With a tug, he popped open the buttons on your lace blouse, you were never one to wear a bra underneath a top like this — so when he was met with bare breasts, he almost frothed at the mouth. It took a moment before he gazes between your face and boobs, you nod; and he’s gone. Again.

His kiss was tender and he only suckled for so long before nursing the other breast, kneading one softly, then switching off. It felt so intimate, yet so sweet coming from him. You could only moan, letting your fingers curl up in his hair.

Then he cupped your ass, squeezing the flesh and all he felt was the dampened fabric of your panties under the skirt. His eyes meet yours like a needy puppy’s. “You want me…?” He asks, in a state of disbelief that this was real. 

“I do.”

He fidgets for a moment, he wanted to tell you, but you had an idea. To try something different but equally pleasurable for yourself, he had no clue what you were doing until you were doing it. Softly, you straddled one of his thighs and began moving your aching need against it. He watched in awe, his cock was getting harder from the warmth, the fabric friction and your sounds. The sounds…

He exhaled, holding you in place, he nudged his thigh forward, causing a gasp to escape you. Each second grew more needful for both of you, he was so turned on he couldn’t think straight. “Lu,” you moan, and moan. Gently dry humping his thigh, it was so tender. You were so wet you left a small stain on the thigh of his sweatpants.

He was desperate and being a virgin in this state, he needed something more. Luigi grabs your hips and moves you directly on his erection. He leans so he is almost laying back, with you on top, he encourages you to keep moving.

You do.

You humped him through the sweats, his hardness rubbing against you in all of the right ways, your eyes flutter and you can feel how desperate you’re getting to have him inside you. Luigi could barely handle it, he was whiny, enjoying the view of you rubbing against his tented pants. Every now and then he’d buck up against you…

It became too much, he was guiding your hips, making sure you felt him against your pussy and ass — he groaned, feeling the twitch in his pants become more consistent until you moved so much he panted, begging you. A warmth spread against your panties and you lifted up, glancing down to find Luigi came right there in his briefs and sweats. It was a little endearing to see the male’s cum in that place. He blushes profusely, looking at you with embarrassment. “S-sorry.”

“For what?” “I came too fast.” He whispered. “I don’t think so.” You laugh softly, gazing at the mess you made of him. You turn to face him and lean over, planting your first big kiss on his lips. He moans and cups your face, kissing you sloppily for a long moment. His tongue slipped in your mouth, mapping out, wanting to remember every detail of you.

“I want you.” Your voice rang in the air. “I want you too. Bad.” He pants, then debates — “But uhm… I’m a virgin.”

You grin, pinching his cheek softly. “Oh, Lu, you think that’ll stop me?” He gushes. You tug him up from the couch, then grab the paint bottle and head back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you.

One hour to gametime.

Your fingers moved across his abdomen and lower chest, tracing the letter P, he was so shaky and sensitive still from cumming in his pants — it didn’t help he couldn’t clean that up yet either. You took extra time and care to paint him right and once done, you teasingly wiped your paint-covered thumb over his dick in the sweats.

He whined, looking down at you, there was no hiding that! “Y-Y/N..” He cooed. Just that action made his member twitch with arousal and life again. “Yes?” Weak, Luigi was so weak to you. He kissed your neck as you cleaned the white paint from your fingertips, “p-please.” 

“Please, what?” You ask, looking at him as he shifts on his feet.

“Please… I need you to fuck me.”

“You’re sure you want me to be your first?” 

“Positive. That's all I want.. I want you, Y/N. Please.”

From confident to straight up begging to be inside you.

You finally cave in, and the poor thing was so inexperienced, but he wanted to do the work. He only wanted to please you. Following instructions, he shimmied your panties down from under your skirt and showed off your breasts again. All in the mirror. The counter was just the right height and he could bend you over it. You stayed there, letting him get himself ready, you told him, “do what feels right, don’t rush yourself.” He nodded and carefully went a step at a time, you arched a bit and he ran his large palms over your ass. Then he pushed down his sweats and briefs, his erection was almost worse than the one before.

Luigi gently stroked himself, shakily groaning as he stood straight, adjusted your hip and aligned himself, “there we go, don’t be shy.” You say calmly. He gently poked your entrance with his tip, rubbed a bit as you wanted. He was packing — just a lot more than you expected. His tip alone felt so big and he wasn’t even inside you.

“Slowly, now..”  He makes sure he’s still aligned right and gently uses his hand to guide his dick’s head into you. He watched you in the mirror. You gasp, not expecting that at all.

“Holy shit… o-okay..” You mumble, “Like I said, do what feels right.. okay?” Luigi nodded, feeling that confident cockiness coming back as he slowly pushed his length inside you, officially and fully, no longer a virgin. His face contorted, brows furrowed, he looks at your ass from this angle, the way your breasts spill out of the blouse.

He let you adjust to his size – more or so, he had to adjust to your slick tightness — he really had to focus here. All he could think of right now was how your pussy felt like heaven.

A flicker of need, and he began pushing in, pulling out, repetitively. You moaned, he did too, enjoying the feel. He got the swing of it pretty quick and ol’ sweet, nerdy Luigi was a little addict after five minutes. His hips slapped into your rear, filling the bathroom with pleasure and his length completely stretched you.

Two desperate souls, desiring. Joined together in passionate lovemaking. Luigi loved how your breasts bounced back n’ forth when he thrusted into you — how you moaned, your eyes shut and rolled back, all of it in the reflection for him to take in. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” He growls into your ear, kissing your neck as he brushes your hair aside.

“Okay.” You hum, he glances at you in the mirror. “I can pull out-“

“Don’t you dare.” You smiled slyly, cutting him off. Luigi blushed, confused, but not stopping his thrusts. “Are you sure…?”

“Yes.”

He was hesitant but fuck, he loses his virginity to you and he gets to cum inside you? Double win for him.

His movements became sloppy and erratic, needy and quick. You were a squirming, writhing mess — especially when he curiously reached under you and began rubbing at your clit. For someone with zero experience he found it quick. It made you whine, it made him feel so empowered for that moment…

“Lu, I’m gonna..” You pant, your back arching against him. He leans you up and cups around your ribs, holding you steadily so he can just thrust faster, it was a change but it felt amazing.

He made you really cry out in pleasure, your walls clung to him like a last lifeline and he groaned deeply, using it to his advantage to get off. He moved faster, despite your overwhelming orgasm, overstimulating you by continuously rubbing at your nub and nipping your neck, “You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers, you had no clue where his sudden spark came from to be dominant, but you loved it.

Not even a full minute later, you felt him cum inside you – something you both probably shouldn’t have done but gosh, it was so worth it watching him collapse on your back, heaving and planting soft kisses on your shoulder. “That was amazing, God, Y/N, I love you.” He paused, blushing more when he realizes what he’s admitted out loud; but your expression says it all. 

“I love you too.”

The both of you cleaned up, you fixed his painted body (and had to change clothes yourself, since some bits that didn’t dry, got all over you.) Thankfully Luigi had a spare pair of sweatpants, stretchy, black fabric. “Hold on, I gotta redo it now,” you smile. Although it meant ruining your makeup, you got the paint on your lips and pressed a kiss against the sweatpants, just over his dick.

“Huh – oh.” Luigi moans as you do so, he flushes and watches you. His heartbeat was quick and he felt so giddy. Gosh, he loved your touch. Then Lane and your roommate returned, he had the ‘E’ painted on his stomach. Now everyone was ready to head out and enjoy homecoming.

It was fun, Luigi and his friends walked together, but of course Lane’s observant eyes glinted. “You have fun Luigi?” He smirks. “What are you talking about?” Luigi responds. “C’mon, I know you had sex with her.”

“What? How?”

Lane pointed at his sweatpants, which he quickly remembered that your lips marked. He rubs his neck nervously and smiles. “So, you finally lost it?” Lane bumps their elbows. Luigi gazed at you, at your smile – laughing with your girl friends. He felt a sense of pride when you look back at him, his stomach flutters. 

It also didn't help you had a big red handprint from Luigi's palm-covered hands on your lower butt cheek, which if you walked a certain way, was completely visible in that skirt. Luigi smiled, because he did that.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

TAGS: @vershautece @iinfinitelimits (lmk if u want to be added!)

[luigismonopolymoney]

MINORS DNI — — — — ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

(car sex, breeding kink) - anything I may have missed lmk!

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Luigi’s hips rolled smoothly against hers. Her fingers entwining a fistful of his curls as she pulled. Her back was arched against the car door, ass held up by Lu’s hands.

Such an awkward position.

His knee was bent on the car seat, while his other leg rested on the floor. His mouth was wide open against the crook of her neck. “M’ getting close,” he whimpered as he screwed his eyes shut. Her breathing was staggered, as she only wrapped her leg around Lu’s waist in response. 

Luigi loved finishing inside of her, even if she was on the pill. He loved the idea of fucking his cum inside her sweet, tight pussy. Especially if that meant there was a chance of having baby Mangione’s running around…

“I’m gonna fill you up, all the way,” he grunted, snapping his hips. “Gonna make sure you have all my babies.” She whined at his words as she clenched around him. Lu jerked his hips once more, as he came inside of her. He moaned her name as his hips slowly moved, both of them coming down from their high. He slid out, and part of his cum spilled out, to which he quickly inserted his fingers to shove it back in. He smiled tiredly at her, holding onto her body. Pulling his fingers out, making her lick them clean. “My cum feel good inside you baby?” She nodded. “You think you’ll get pregnant? From all that cum coating your pretty little insides?” She tiredly smiled. “We’re gonna make such perfect little family.” Lu smiled, kissing her swollen lips.

[glossypolaroidkisses]

drunkenly confessing your feelings for lu over voicemail…

You’re drunk. Very drunk. And despite every logical part of your brain telling you not to, you call your best friend Luigi.

He doesn’t pick up, so you leave a voicemail.

“Luuuigi…” You drag out his name like a secret, slurred at the edges. “M’drunk… and I like you. A lot. A lot a lot a lot.” You hiccup, giggling to yourself. “That’s a secret, though. But I can’t keep it a secret anymore. Like… more than a friends way.” A dreamy sigh escapes you. “Love you… Anyway, byeeee.”

And with that, you hang up, completely oblivious to the chaos you’ve just unleashed.

Luigi runs a hand through his curls as he listens to your voicemail, standing frozen in the dim glow of his phone screen.

His first reaction? A sharp inhale, his pulse quickening. His second? A hand over his mouth as he exhales a slow, steady breath, trying to suppress the smirk pulling at his lips.

Of all the ways he imagined this happening—if it ever did—this wasn’t one of them.

He calls you. No answer.

He texts you. No reply.

His stomach twists. Drunk. Alone. And you just confessed to him like it was nothing more than a casual remark.

Fifteen minutes later, he’s knocking on your door.

“Come iinnn…” your groggy voice calls out.

Luigi steps inside, his sharp hazel eyes scanning the room. You’re sprawled on the couch, one arm draped dramatically over your forehead like a tragic damsel from an old film.

You blink up at him, confusion flickering across your face. “Luigi? Why are you here?”

His lips part, then press into a thin line as he exhales through his nose. He shifts his weight, pushing a hand through his curls. “You called me,” he says, then adds, almost hesitantly, “…said some other things.”

You squint. “Did I?” Then, suddenly, you burst into laughter, the kind that shakes your whole body. “Guess I forgot.”

He watches you, one brow arching. “Clearly.”

You stretch like a cat, then pout up at him. “You always get like this when I drink.”

Luigi lets out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, because you drinking alone and ignoring my texts is exactly what I wanted to deal with tonight.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He drops a case of water onto the floor beside the couch. “Because I came prepared.”

Your eyes widen. “Did you seriously—”

“Three bottles every hour,” he informs you matter-of-factly, crouching beside you. “Or at least until you stop acting like a Shakespearean tragedy.”

You groan, letting yourself sink into the cushions. “Ugh, you’re such a nerd.”

“Yeah? Well, this nerd just saved you from a hellish hangover.” He cracks open a bottle, handing it to you. “Drink.”

You do, only because he’s watching you so intently. He leans back on his heels, studying you like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. “What?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

“Nothing.” His lips twitch. “You’re just really honest when you’re drunk.”

Your stomach flips. “Oh?” You try to sound nonchalant, but it comes out nervous. “Mhm.” He tilts his head slightly. “You sure you don’t remember what you said?”

You shake your head, looking away. “Nope.”

His eyes gleam. “Interesting.”

A flicker of panic sparks in your chest. Did you say something that bad? Did you embarrass yourself beyond repair?

Before you can spiral, exhaustion washes over you, the warmth of alcohol lulling you into drowsiness. You shift, leaning against him, your forehead pressing lightly into his shoulder. “Stay,” you mumble. Luigi tenses slightly before relaxing. His arm curls around you, rubbing slow circles against your back. “Anything you need,” he murmurs, voice softer now. Your fingers brush against his shirt, gripping just slightly. He exhales, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he watches you slip into sleep.

It’s only then that Luigi allows himself to fully process what just happened.

You like him.

A lot.

And now he’s sitting here with you wrapped around him, heart pounding, unable to stop himself from smoothing his fingers through your hair.

“You gave me a scare, you know,” he mutters to your sleeping form. “But I guess you’re full of surprises.” His gaze lingers on you, his usual sharp and teasing expression softening. Then, eventually, he lets himself fall asleep, too.

When you wake up, everything is… warm.

Too warm.

Your cheek is pressed against something firm, your legs tangled with someone else’s. And—oh god—your hand is resting dangerously close to…

Your breath catches.

Slowly, you lift your head, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

Luigi.

Luigi, who is currently knocked out beneath you, looking entirely too peaceful, his usually strong features relaxed in slumber.

You stare.

Oh.

Oh no.

Did you—?

Your eyes dart to your clothes. Still on. Okay. That’s… good? Bad? Your head is pounding too much to tell.

Before you can overthink it, a deep, groggy voice cuts through the silence.

“Enjoying the view?”

Your whole body jerks.

Luigi’s eyes are barely open, but there’s a smug curve to his lips, amusement laced through his sleep-heavy tone.

You sputter. “I—! No—! I—”

He chuckles, stretching with a slow, lazy elegance. His hand lifts to rub at his face, then he peers at you with an unreadable expression.

Then, in a voice far too casual for the situation, he says, “I like you.”

Your brain stalls.

“Like…” You squint. “Like, like-like?”

He smirks. “What are we, twelve?”

Your mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again. “Wait.” A sudden realization dawns. “Did I say something last night?”

Luigi leans in, eyes dark with mischief. “Nope.”

You narrow your eyes. “…Liar.”

His smirk grows.

Your heart races.

Then, before you can talk yourself out of it, you take his face in your hands and kiss him. He immediately pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you. It’s slow and warm, a little uncertain at first, but the way he kisses back—firm, assured, just a hint of teasing—you melt into it.

When you finally pull away, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing a little heavier.

“You have work soon,” you murmur, suddenly remembering. Luigi sighs dramatically. “Tragic, really.”

You grin. “What if you were just a teensy bit late?”

He hums, pretending to consider. “And what would I get in return?”

You lean in, letting your lips ghost over his. “Guess you’ll have to stay and find out.”

Luigi lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Tempting.” He stands. Before leaving, he tugs you forward by the wrist, planting one last kiss at the corner of your lips. “I’ll be back later, sweetheart.” His voice is low, promising.

And as you watch him go, you already can’t wait for later.

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[cherryb4b3s]

Baby was so nervous, look how much that paper was shaking. I started crying and screaming at my phone because he's so fucking adorable 😭

I can't get enough of his voice, I’d want him to go all yappione on me and talk my ear off. This man has genuinely raised my standards higher than I initially already had them, which scares me. Lu’s one in a billion and there ain't no other dork out there like him

I would go to WAR for this man!! The lethal punches, kicks, and amount of dragging I would do if I felt someone had disrespected him in any way or if some bitch was trynna talk to my man (Lulu would have to be bailing me out left and right) I DONT PLAY ABOUT LULU BEAR

Like why was I born in 05 and not 98?!? Or given the academic sophistication to have attended Gilman and the University of Pennsylvania where I potentially could have been his friend or boo thang (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

[mangobabygirl]

hope you’re feeling okay friend!! i’ve been thinking a lot about professor luigi since i’m writing a lil something right now…what do U think about fucking in his office or in yours😳trying to keep quiet but he loves how U sound..

Flig your mind >>>

Also thank you for the concern, I’m not sick but I had to get a tetanus shot 🙃

Omg but I think Luigi would be the type of man to be absolutely stoic as you unravel before him?? Hear me out hear me out

Imagine him literally throwing you onto the desk, pinning you down on your back. Before you can even think or get a word out his mouth is on yours, kissing you hard as his lips crash into you, shoving his tongue down the back of your throat. He spreads your legs apart with a forceful grip, his fingers digging into the sides of your thighs. Then he bucks into you with reckless abandon as your hands roam his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath his white-collar pressed button down shirt.

He’d remove his lips from yours only to grab your chin, angling your face to look directly at him. He pulls down your panties in a swift motion, guiding the head of his cock against your entrance.

His stare is absolutely primal, looking into you with a reverent hunger, his brows furrowed together. They say the eyes are the window to the soul; Luigi’s eyes, his pupils dilated black, his gaze firm and hard above you, are a reflection of his desire to destroy you. You were a mere plaything to him, a piece of code he could corrupt at will.

He grunts as he slams his entire length into you, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You feel your pussy ache with discomfort as his cock stretches you fully, your walls clamping down in resistance to the penetrating force. A sharp sting racks your body, making your eyes shut tight in an effort to regain a part of your being, entirely overtaken by the shear force of the man inside you.

You moan. Loudly.

He gazes down at you, his expression firm, unchanging. A hand claps tightly around your mouth.

His length retracts from inside of you, only to pound back into you at full force, his other hand lifting your right leg up to angle his cock as deep as it can go. You moan breathlessly into his hand, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes as he continues to unravel you from the inside out, his eyes never averting their hard, cold gaze from yours.

[mangionexcx]

raaaahhh he looks so italian in this pic….my bby

[burnforyou]

DUNE - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! riding luigi and making him read his book to you. the glasses stay on during sex!

the pleasant warmth of your shared bed held you two close together. but not close enough for him to notice your hand lowering under the sheets, reaching into your underwear. your fingers caressed your warm folds silently and slowly.

your head rolled back onto the pillow, your own fingers sending waves of pleasure crashing up your spine. your eyes gazed upwards to look at his face. to your distaste, he wasn't paying any attention to you. he was still buried in his book.

dune... what could be so interesting about dune?

he furrows his eyebrows a bit as his focused eyes run along the pages under his glasses, the words consuming all of his attention. he wets his fingers on his tongue before flipping the page and you slip one finger into your warmth, letting out a sigh of pleasure. he didn't notice, or he didn't even acknowledge you touching yourself under the blanket next to him.

"lu," you purr, running your other hand up his bicep.

"hm?" he slips out through tight lips, still not taking his eyes off his book.

you abandon your pleasure and sit up next to him, tucking your legs underneath you. your hand traces the shape of his shoulder and comes up to cup his ear and you lean into his ear, your breath warm against his skin.

his skin flushes a deep red, heat trickling down his body.

"I want you." you whisper. he freezes, his eyes finally leaving the book page. you feel his chest cautiously rise and fall.

you swing your legs around his waist and his wide eyes (his glasses make his eyes just a bit bigger) fall down to where you’re sat on top of him. you feel his cock start to harden against you.

he bites his lip so hard it looks painful.

you push his chin up and force him to look into your eyes. you match his gaze with a hard one. his adams apple bobs and his pupils were so large his eyes were almost completely black.

his eyebrows come together pathetically.

"you've been ignoring me and i don’t appreciate that.”

“what? i’m sorry…” his breath trails off when you start grinding on him. "i-“ he stutters. "i was reading."

“hm, i know baby.” you press your hands on his collarbones and rock your hips on his, careful to not make the book, still resting on his chest, fall.

his hips stutter into you, and his head rubs upon your clit. he whines at the contact. anticipation grew in him. he wanted to let you control him, but he also wanted to flip you over and rut into you.

you lift your hips off of him to reach into his boxers. you push the fabric off his cock and it twitches in your hand.

"o-oh, baby," he whines at your hand gripping around his girth. "I want it."

"I know you do." you stroke his face with your other hand.

you spit on his cock and his hands find your hips, hard but gentle. you bring your spit up and down his length with the goal of getting him wet to fuck you.

"please." he thrusts his hips up into your hand and the pink tip pokes through.

you bring your hips up once again, aligning his tip with your entrance.

"pick up your book."

he marks the page he left off on carefully and goes to throw it on the bed beside you, but you stop him.

"open it."

he furrows his eyebrows.

"open it?" he questions.

"open it to the page you're on and read to me."

"w- what?" his cheeks flush.

"you heard me."

"but I cant see you over the book...?"

"open the book luigi."

he finally opens the book up and you sink down a bit more, letting the head in you.

"fuck," he groans quietly, his eyes struggling to stay open.

"read it to me."

"the most gentle of pressures to distort.." he trails off when you sink completely down on him, your pussy stretching to swallow him whole. "oh fuck," he gasps, his jaw slack. you both gasp in unison.

"keep reading." you demand, pushing all your weight down on him with your hips.

"to distort the lines—a turn of the wrist, another turn, a sliding twist of the palm across the surface." he struggles, pleasure filling his voice. his chest rises and falls hard.

every time you sunk down on him hard waves of pleasure burned through him.

his hands trembled, making the words on the page blurry in front of him.

"mmm, there ya go."

"s- she felt the click." his words turn into a moan when you stop bouncing on him and start grinding all on him, tracing shapes with your hips. his cock hits completely new parts of you.

"that's it," he whines, completely forgetting about the book.

you stop moving and he whines again.

"read." your voice comes out sultry.

"but there was hurrying," you move your hips forward on him again and his voice comes out strained, "footsteps in the- oh."

you put your arms back on his thighs and bounced on it again, arching your back and tilting your head back. he gets a view of your tips bouncing over the pages each time you rose, and then fell back down on him.

"in the hall beneath her," you grope one of your tits, "shit," his eyes flicker between the page and you.

"mmph, just like that. y/n, mm.."

you don't even tell him to keep reading, too lost in pleasure, too lost in the feeling of his cock in you. you enjoy making him feel like putty beneath you.

your moans and skin slapping fills the room.

"Jessica lifted her hand" moan "from the door," moan "turned," moan "saw Mapes come to the foot of the stairs." he draws out, his breathing labored.

"oh yeah?" you say teasingly, not focused on what he's reading, just focused on his dick.

your juices cover him, dripping down all over his hard thighs.

he brings his knees up and sharply thrusts up into you, sending you down onto his chest.

"oh!" you shriek, making his book fall as you grasp onto his shoulders. you feel his muscles moving under your hands. his thighs slap against your ass and you just let him rut into you desperately.

"oh, lu," your head goes completely fuzzy. his cock hits the sensitive part of you with each thrust.

you two breathe hard together, your breath hot on his face. he doesn't know whether to look at your face, or your tits bouncing right in front of him, or your pussy taking him. he looks up at you with such desperation in his face. his glasses begin to fog up as you breathe hard and fill the room with your heat.

"you're so beautiful." he growls. he's nearing the edge and he knows it.

you move your hips back to meet his and he tilts his head back in response. his thrusts grow more erratic and out of control. you grip onto him harder.

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." he mutters. fire pools in your lower stomach as you watch and feel him. he twitches inside you, pulsing with need.

"you're gonna cum? cum for me." he follows your instructions.

you move your hips back impossibly harder and his hot cum fills you, sending you over the edge as well. his eyes roll back and you moan in unison.

shockwaves ripple through you as you tremble on him, your toes curling by his sides.

he smiles lazily up at you, book forgotten.

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[ms-unbekannt]

the struggle is real.

[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.

[callme-baeee]

ㅤ♡ HUSBAND!LUIGI MANGIONE HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: suggestive language, curse word i guess that's it. Idk man.

ㅤ♡ You met Luigi because he was struggling to parallel park his car, and you yelled out, “Want me to do it or are you gonna figure it out, fucker?” He smirked (classic him), parked it perfectly just to show off, and then walked over to ask if you need any help. (It was his car. You were walking past. Fate said yes.)

ㅤ♡ He’s the guy who looks tough as nails but will 100% scream if there’s a spider in the bedroom. One time, he made you “escort it out” while he stood on the bed yelling instructions. (You married him anyway because he’s hot.)

ㅤ♡ Proposed during a candlelit dinner at home because he knew you'd get suspicious if he planned anything fancy. Mid-spaghetti twirl, he slid the ring across the table with a suave, “So, wanna make me the happiest guy in the world?” (You choked on your wine, said yes, and then yelled at him for ruining the vibe with how casual it was.)

ㅤ♡ If he sees you crying over a sad movie, he’ll immediately start roasting the plot to make you laugh. “Why didn’t they just move to Florida if the killer clowns were such a problem?” Meanwhile, he’s crying too but won’t admit it.

ㅤ♡ He always insists on carrying all the groceries, even if it means his arms are about to fall off. (One time, he dropped a bag of flour in the driveway and mumbled, ‘It’s fine, I’m still strong,’ as if you doubted him.)

You forwarded your hand indicating him to give some bags since he had too many bag in both of his hands. It was a silent command, one laced with the expectation of immediate compliance.

Instead, he shifted the bags from his left hand to his right, a move that seemed deliberate, almost theatrical. His right hand, already laden with the weight of too many bags, now bore them all. And before you could voice your annoyance, he reached out—grasping your hand with an ease that caught you off guard.

Then came that smile. Not just any smile, but the kind that could melt glaciers, warm the coldest of hearts, and disarm even the most stoic. It was pure, unfiltered joy—mischief and charm rolled into one breathtaking expression. The cutest smile humanity had ever seen, or so it felt in that moment.

You sighed, tilting your head to the left, then the right, your disappointment on full display. “Asshole,” you muttered, your voice carrying just enough edge to sell the act.

But deep down, in the space you guarded most fiercely, you couldn’t have been happier.

ㅤ♡ The man is an absolute menace in the kitchen. He makes a huge mess every time he cooks but insists it’s “part of the creative process.” (The food is always delicious, though. You can’t even be mad.)

ㅤ♡ He buys you flowers randomly, but not the typical roses. He’ll show up with a weird mix, like sunflowers and baby’s breath, saying, “This one reminded me of your smile.” (You secretly press and save every single flower.)

ㅤ♡ A firm believer in PDA. He’s got a hand on your waist at all times. One time, a stranger commented on how affectionate he is, and Luigi smirked, “Can’t help it. She’s irresistible.”

ㅤ♡ You once joked about him doing your makeup, and he took it as a personal challenge. He watched three YouTube tutorials and showed up with a fully stocked Sephora bag. (He tried his best. It was bad. But you loved him for it.)

ㅤ♡ Absolutely melts if you wear his clothes. Walk into the room in one of his shirts, and he’s done for. “Yeah, we’re not leaving the house today,” he says as he picks you up and throws you on the bed. (RIP your plans and your legs.)

ㅤ♡ When you’re upset, he sits next to you quietly until you’re ready to talk. No prying, no pressure—just his presence. But the second you say what’s wrong, he’s already figuring out how to fix it.

ㅤ♡ He has a whole notes app list of “things she likes,” where he writes down random stuff you mention. Favorite snacks, dream destinations, weird obsessions—he’s got it all.

ㅤ♡ Once, during an argument, you jokingly said, “What are you gonna do? Leave me?” and he dead-serious replied, “Don’t even joke about that. ”

ㅤ♡ Hates shopping for himself but LOVES spoiling you. If he sees you eyeing something, it’s yours. “You deserve it,” he says, even if it’s something silly like a $25 glitter pen.

ㅤ♡ Swears he’s a big, tough guy but turns into absolute mush around kids. He’ll let them climb all over him like he’s a jungle gym. (You’re not saying it out loud, but yeah, you’re mentally baby-trapping yourself.)

ㅤ♡ Insists on celebrating every tiny milestone in your relationship. “It’s been 100 days since we had our first pizza together!” (You love him for it. Even when you’re rolling your eyes.)

ㅤ♡ One time, you were drunk and jokingly said, “You could totally ruin me, and I’d still thank you,” and he just leaned in and said, “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” (You did not walk the next day. The prophecy fulfilled itself.)

ㅤ♡ Every night before bed, he pulls you into his arms and says, “I love you more than yesterday.” It’s cheesy. It’s perfect.

[mashkatzi]

I saw this request on the lovely @vershautece blog so all credit goes to the anon who asked. Again this is NOT my idea!!! Also I have not written any sort of smut since Wattpad days so please bare with… and this is my first tumblr post!! This turned out wayyy longer than I intended, whoops.

also he litterally looks delicious in this picture. AGHH i could eat him.

Receiving a call from your ex while you’re fucking Luigi. He answers the phone and tells you to speak 🫣.

Luigi shifts under you. You’re straddling his lap grinding into him. “Hmm you want me to…?” he begins. “Yes yes please, I need you” you reply without hearing the end of his question. You’ve been making out in bed for a few minutes. You’re so turned on you feel the wetness pooling between your legs and feel Luigi harden under you. You kiss him again. Hard. Your teeth clank together and you pull back horrified. “Omg sorry did I hurt you?” You place your hands over your mouth embarrassed at how desperate you’re acting. Luigi does nothing but laugh. “Hahah it’s ok, baby” he says tilting his head to the side. His expression is cocky. He loves how desperate and needy he makes you. He knows no one else makes you feel this way and it turns him on. You laugh out of relief, dropping your hands and go back to kissing him, softer this time. You place your hands onto Luigi’s broad shoulders and his hands are on your ass, kneading at the supple flesh.

“More” you whine. “Need more”. You’re grinding down harder onto Luigi’s clothed pelvis trying desperately to ease the pressure down below. You arch your back, the seam of your sweats rubbing deliciously on your clit. You rock back and forth small mewls slipping from your mouth in between each kiss. Luigi moves to kiss down your cheek to your neck and slowly pulls the neckline of your top down to reveal your breast. “This ok?” He places a small kiss on your collarbone looking up at you. Your eyes catch his and you hum in response. Your hands are still resting on his shoulders, supporting you, while you rock back and forth. “Say it” he kisses the same spot on your collarbone. “Need to hear you say it.” He gets off on making you wait. He loves seeing you needy and whiny, making you so desperate you’d do whatever he tells you to. “Y- yes” you manage to get out between gritted teeth. He hesitates a moment before deciding that he’s satisfied with your response. He won’t make you wait any longer. He kisses your boob, just above the nipple.  And kisses slightly lower but not low enough. A moan slips through your lips. “Mm yeah” you encourage him. You move one hand to rest on his head, interlocking your fingers between his curls. You use the hand to push his head down. He moves his mouth down, enveloping your whole nipple in his warm mouth. He sucks hard, moving his tongue around massaging your hard nipple.  He moves and grabs the other boob and begins rolling your nipple between his fingers. He stays this way a few moments and your rocking slows to a halt. You let out small whines and moans encouraging him. Both your hands are in his hair now, grabbing, pulling and scratching. “You’re so whiny, baby” Luigi pulls away with a grin. “So so whiny” he continues. You’re so turned on you could cry. You look down at him and let out a breathy laugh which turns into a moan. You’re so frustrated with his teasing you grasp a chunk of his hair and pull hard. “Mmmm please” you throw your head back, rolling your hips against his once more so desperate to feel some sort of pleasure. Luigi is taken aback by this show of neediness. His head jerks back while you pull and he winces. You feel his dick twitch under you. “F-fuck ok” he lets out. He reaches out for your hand and untangles your fingers from his hair. He leans in close and whispers “take your clothes off” flashing his incisors.

Upon hearing this you scramble off of him desperately pulling off your pyjama pants and oversized t shirt. “Leave them on” he instructs, before you can pull your panties off. He moves to remove his blue Bali t-shirt, discarding it on the floor. He keeps his boxers on and you notice how hard he is under them. the outline of his dick is obvious as it strains against the fabric of his boxers. He gets up on his knees on the bed, patting the space he was sitting on, inviting you over. You lie down in his space. Your knees bent slightly, feet planted on the mattress, legs spread. Your hands resting on your sides. He takes a moment admiring you, deciding where to begin. He wants to ravage you, savour you, devour you. He enjoys making you feel good. It brings him pleasure. Feeling you come undone under him. He enjoys fucking you, slowly and passionately. Feeling the change in you. Growing desperate and needy to the point of submission. He gets you to a place no man has been able to.

You know what’s about to come. You see it in his eyes. The way they twinkle. His breath is heavy and his eyes wander over your body. He tilts his head as if sizing you up, ready to eat you. You enjoy this. The waiting. Waiting for him to decide what to do with you. How to pleasure you. How to enjoy you. You feel breathless, your chest rising and falling. You place one hand on your upper thigh and drag it slowly upwards. Dragging it over your clothed pelvis, up over your belly button and let it rest on your tit. You squeeze, kneeling slowly. Your nipples are sensitive from Luigi’s mouth so you go slow not to overstimulate yourself. “Come on, touch me” you encourage Luigi to begin. You don’t want to beg. Not just yet. He still doesn’t move so you reach out, tenderly, holding his hand and bringing it to rest over your mound. You half expected him to smack your hand away and make you wait. He slides one long finger over your slit. Up and down. He can feel the wetness leaking out, dampening your panties. “Soo so wet. All for me, baby?” He adjusts so that he’s lying on his side, one hand on you, the other arm propping him up. He runs his slender fingers over the elastic of your panties. “Mhm all for you” you let out. He dips one finger in, extending it to rub small circles over your clit. Your hips buck upwards and a moan leaves your lips. Much louder than you care to admit. He adds another finger, collecting your wetness and using it to rub your clit faster and harder. Your high pitched whines fill the room along with the lewd noises coming from between your legs.

Luigi slips one finger into you and then quickly follows with another. “Getting you ready f’me” he says, brushing his fingers against the spongy spot inside you. Luigi is big and he knows it. He keeps his thumb on your clit, rubbing much slower. Your whines turn to moans, almost growls as you grow more and more desperate for him. For his dick. Inside you. He picks up the pace, and you feel as though you can cum just from his fingers alone. "yeah, let me hear you" He leans over, locking his lips to yours. You kiss him back reaching your free hand to rub the fabric over his dick. A small wet patch formed at his tip from pre cum. You continue palming at his dick before he lets out a low groan. "That's good, baby". He takes such good care of you. Such care goes into making sure you feel good. You sometimes forget he also deserves to feel just as good.

Luigi removes his fingers and pushes your panties to the side. "pretty" he whispers, admiring your pussy. Luigi leans down and places a small kiss to your swollen clit. You arch your back "ohh fuck" you close your eyes and tip your head back, further into the pillow. He knows he has teased you enough. He slips off the bed to remove his boxers. He stands before you, pumping his dick in his big hands, spreading the precum over his tip. You're already so wet for him. You look over at him, hair disheveled, your lips red and puffy spread into a wide smile. you reach out a hand, inviting him back to bed. Inviting him back to fuck you. Taking your hand, he climbs back into the bed, placing his body on top of yours. His hips slit into the space between your legs, almost perfectly. Almost as though your bodies were made that way. Without hesitation he pushes into you, a small gasp leaving his mouth. You, on the other hand, let out a loud moan. "mmm fuck lu". "Tell me when" he says, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. He waits a moment for you to adjust to the stretch. You'll never get over this feeling. No matter how many times he fucks you, you will never not enjoy the stretch from his thick member. the pressure building again from the thick tip pushing against the spongy sensitive spot inside you. "ok ready" you wrap your arms around Luigi's neck, ready for him to begin pounding into you. He waits a moment before moving his hips. Moving his dick slowly out of you and then pushing in again. He does this again, making sure that you are ready and comfortable. "Shit, so good" you moan. The slow strokes feel euphoric. "Gripping me so tight" Luigi spits out as he picks up the pace. His hands reach up to hold your head up. His hands holding your head up as he kisses your lips, your cheeks, your nose. You can't form any thoughts as he picks up the pace, bottoming out in you, the familiar feeling of his dick hitting your cervix causes you to moan out. It hurts but in the best way. Luigi is practically pounding into you. The sound of skin hitting skin fills your ears and you feel sweat gathering at the base of your spine. You're moaning like a porn star and he's filling your ears with the most disgusting things. "You like that hmmm? You like when I'm pounding into you?" his words go straight to your pussy, gripping him like a vice. You can feel the thick vein that runs along his shaft rubbing against your gummy walls. "answer me baby, tell me you like it" "oh y-yes. Fuck I love it lu!" you practically scream out, fearing he might stop if you don't answer him. "that's my pretty gir-" before he can complete his sentence, he spots something, slowing his pace. You feel the change in pace and reach your hands to grab at his lower back, attempting to speed him up.

"Noo keep going" you look up at him and realise something has caught his attention. You follow his eyeline to your phone resting on the nightstand. You notice the familiar pattern of the vibration. You are getting a phone call. "ugh forget it baby" you say. "I'll call them back, whoever it is" you whine out, desperate for him to continue. Luigi reaches for the phone, holding it up so you can see the screen.

incoming call from - Devil Man 👹

Shit. Your toxic ex recently got a hold of your new number. He had called you twice this past week begging to meet up with you, telling you to leave Luigi and go back to him. You hadn't mentioned it to Luigi out of fear he would march over to his house and beat the living shit out of him. Not that your ex doesn't deserve it and you know that Luigi is perfectly capable of doing so, with all the hours he's put into the gym and the years of taekwondo training. You just didn't want Luigi to get into any trouble. Not over that worthless dog.

"Why not just answer it now?" Luigi says with a cheeky grin. Before you can protest, he presses the circular green button, connecting the call. he places the phone on speaker and you hear the familiar sound of your ex boyfriends voice. "y/n i'm so glad you answered". You're eyes are wide with shock, you're shaking your head at luigi questioning what on Earth made him answer the phone. He mouths one single word, "speak" before continuing his brutal pace. You cover your mouth not just out of shock but also to avoid a moan escaping your mouth. "y/n? You there?" Luigi brings the phone closer to you, you manage to mumble a small "yeah" into the general direction of the phone. All you can focus on is Luigi. hovering above you with the biggest smile ever. His dick is pounding into you, bottoming out with every stroke. You feel every inch, every vein brushing against the inside of your walls. He moves your hand away from your mouth, giving you a look to indicate you can do better than that. "oh good you're there. look can i come over?" your ex asks. Luigi scoffs at the request and then signals with his hands encouraging you to play along. "well no, i'm k- kind of busy." You let out shakily. Luigi showed no signs of slowing down. In Fact he reaches down between your naked bodies and slaps your clit. It's a light slap but enough to make you yelp. "what was that? Where are you right now?" your ex begins to question you. "nothing i j- just... Nothing." You're struggling to keep your composure. Luigi smiles then begins rubbing slowly on your clit. The wave of pleasure causes you to let out a low moan. You look at luigi, pleading with your eyes to let up but he shows so signs of slowing down. "come on, i promise i can make you feel way better than that loser you're seeing now. What's his name? Mario?" Hearing your ex talk about Luigi in that way makes your blood boil. Luigi's pace becomes teasingly slow, resulting in him pushing into you so deep and then slowly moving out. His tip teases your cervix every time he pushes in, causing your eyes to roll back. Trying not to scream, you reply "I doubt that.. and it's LUIGI." You look at him and he couldn't be prouder. He presses the mute button on the phone and whispers "keep going, gonna make you cum, baby." in your ear. You press unmute and hear your ex rambling on about how good he can fuck you and about how much more money he makes. "Come on, sweetheart. Please I want you back, I fucked up, ok? Just let me prove to you I'm a changed man." You're so certain he's crying right now and the thought of your slimy ex crying on the phone begging to fuck you whilst the most perfect man is on top of you fucking you so deliciously, makes you want to cum. Luigi is finding humour in listening to him begging you to fuck him, he's shaking his head and smiling, poking his tonge into the side of his cheek, as though he can't belive the audacity of your ex. Luigi moves his hand away from your clit and reaches for the headboard as he braces himself to start pounding into you again. You let out a small whine in anticipation. "Wait are you..." you hear on the phone "what is that noise? Are you with him right now?" Luigi begins pounding into you again, the noise of skin hitting skin fills the room, filtering through the phone's mic. You let out another moan and Luigi grabs your phone. "Sorry bro, she's kinda busy right now" frat boy luigi makes an appearance, speaking into the phone with the biggest grin plastered onto his face. "y/n what is-" before your ex can finish, luigi cuts the call, tosses your phone and turns to you. "fuckk you're all mine" he says reaching once again between your bodies down towards your clit. "All yours" you moan.

A small part of you wishes your ex stayed on the call long enough to hear you cum. especially since most of the time you had to fake it with him. Luigi makes you cum every single time. He takes the time to learn what you like and what makes you feel good. He prides himself on knowing every part of you. And you fall more and more in love with him every time.

Luigi’s bullying pace compared to the gentle touch on your clit is driving you crazy. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your nails digging into his upper back.  A small tear runs down your cheek as you practically scream out "yes. FUCK yes. oh right there" you're so consumed by him. Every nerve on your body is screaming, every hair on your body stood on end. your legs begin to shake as you feel the familiar tightness in your lower belly. You press your palm down on your belly to feel Luigi filling you so deep. "yes baby, f- fuck stay there, gonna- gonna make you cum" you can tell that Luigi is just as close. His eyes are screwed shut and his head tilted upwards. Seeing him in this state pushes you over the edge. The muscles in your legs contract and you dig your nails into Luigi's back, sure to leave a mark. Your eyes screw shut and you scream out Luigi's name. "cumming" is all you can muster. "Yeah, let it out, my pretty girl," he says. You're panting trying to regain your breath. Luigi cums straight after, gasping then letting out a low string of groans as he repeats your name like a prayer "y/n. y/n so perfect" he says spilling into you. You feel him twitching as he stills inside of you. He's coming down from his high and presses his sweaty forehead against yours, smiling. "fuck, I love you so much" you say placing a peck on his lips. "Hmm, I love you too," he says after pulling away. "no one makes me feel as good as you do" you admit to him

Luigi rolls his body off yours and onto the bed next to you. "Let me take care of you" he pulls you into him. your head resting on his chest, his muscly arms wrapped around your frame. fingers stroking your skin "my perfect girl" he sighs into you. You hum in pleasure. There's nowhere else you'd rather be right now.

[luiluvr]

all the stars || luigi mangione

first non-request fic :p …😓😓 this may be more than one part idk idk LMK IF U GUYS ARE INTERESTED!!! this is also highschool!luigi so it’s sfw :3

WARNINGS: none! just a fluff fic 🤍 female!reader, uses of y/n, alternates between luigi’s & reader pov.. proofread but if there’s mistakes lmk! :D

SUMMARY: on a field trip, you happen to bump into some prestigious, all-boys school. one of those boys has been admiring you since you stepped inside, and it’s probably love at first sight—for him.

Luigi’s efforts of staying single and focusing on graduation had been excellent. Sure, he pondered the wonderful world of love his buddies described- as they spoke on their loving, gorgeous girlfriends. He never got to that point, even when a girl did try and talk to him, he was too nervous—despite his occasional, cheesy pick up lines and natural charisma; deep down he didn’t think he was a good ‘other half.’ His friends encouraged him to meet someone, or go on a blind date with one of their girlfriend’s friends, but he refused. It wasn’t a waste of time rather it was his own nerves kicking his ass when he actually liked someone.

And oh boy, were those nerves kicking in now.

He was still in high school—specifically his senior year. It may not be much to other students; but he sees it as his final opportunity to excel and show his potential to the colleges he wanted to attend. No time for a relationship in that chaos, right?

Wrong.

He was staring down the prettiest girl he’d ever seen in his entire life. Right now. On this field trip. He wasn’t sure if it was the gray zip-up sweater, or if it was really warm inside. All he knew was he saw you.

You were so pretty with your knitted sweater and maroon-colored skirt. If he could he would’ve just dropped to his knees right there in front of you. He was in over his head, he didn’t know your name, but he already fell in love with you. Just by your smile you flashed to probable friends, the way you inspect the paintings in the museum, the way your eyes flutter as you listen intently to the tour guide.

Everything about you is perfect.

He exhaled shaky, he felt like a creep for staring so hard. He might’ve gazed a hole in the back of your head if he kept on. His buddy Grady noticed—he grins and elbows Luigi, “Staring’s considered rude, Luigi.” He laughs quietly as to not disturb the tour. “Oh shut up, Grady.” Luigi mumbles. Grady was an A-Class, nosey-ass; but Luigi liked him. He could be fun to have around sometimes. “She’s just really pretty.”

Grady pointed at you, with your little clutch in hand, “The one in the sweater?” Luigi nodded. “She looks like she fell right out of a painting.” He says.

Grady chuckles, bumping him again, “You’re whipped, dude.”

“So what? I can like a pretty girl if I want.” He says defensively.

“Never said you couldn’t. It’s just odd for you.” Well he wasn’t lying… Luigi sighed, “I know.” He continues walking forward, then Grady leans next to his ear as he’s inspecting some little archive. “You should go talk to her. The tour’s gonna end soon, she isn’t gonna notice if you don’t say something.”

Unfortunately, Grady was right. Very right. Luigi pushed forward, shoving his hands in his jean pockets—trying to reach where you were near the front. He did. You weren’t even a foot away, you looked so beautiful. His mouth went dry, he rubs his arm as you’re reading over the description of some rock or fossil, whatever. He clears his throat softly, moving a tad bit closer to you.

You take notice, assuming he wants to read as well. “Sorry.” You said quietly. He shakes his head, putting a hand up, “No, no worries, you’re not doing anything.” He flashed a gentle smile, you nod, glancing back at the text. Come on Luigi, get it together! He breathes out and reaches a hand out, nervously. “I’m Luigi.”

“Y/N,” you replied. He was pretty cute, he had a firm handshake that showed confidence and his hazel eyes glimmered. “I hope I’m not bothering you, I wanted to talk to you before we all leave. I think you’re—absolutely beautiful and I’m hoping.. maybe if you’re okay with it, I can have your number and we could hang out the rest of the tour?” He grins anxiously. It was so endearing to you. It was rare for a high school boy to be this nervous and giddy to ask for your number; and to be so respectful about it too?

“Sure, I don’t mind, That sounds nice actually.” You returned a kind smile and he handed you his phone discreetly for the tour guide’s sake and you punched in your contact info. Saving yourself as Y/N—what else would it be? “Awesome…” He murmured. “So, Y/N, how old are you?”

“Seventeen,” you state. “You?”

“Same—seventeen. I turn eighteen in May.” He says proudly, “Happy early birthday. Even though that’s… Four months away.” You chuckle, the two of you begin walking along with the groups, he had his hands in his pockets, while yours were folded behind your back.

The conversation continued, friendly banter and getting to know each other. He attended an all-boys school out in Maryland. Far from here. He was incredibly smart too, he spoke high of his achievements and he wanted to attend UPenn — a very impressive school. It made sense for him though. Looks and smarts aside, he was a realistic guy — for a teenager anyway. It was a relief talking to someone the same speed as you, who was just enjoying life and working to achieve what satisfies them.

He was also into robotics, he even complained a little about how his robot lost a recent competition and that he told the coach he should’ve been given the remote — but no one listened to him!

“That’s inspiring.” You say, and he just grins. He has such a sweet smile too. His cheeks have little dimples, the way his eyes squint and crease at the corners, he shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s nothin’ really, just trying to stay caught up.” He states, glancing around, he thinks before motioning you closer. “Wanna see something cool?”

“What do you mean?” You questioned, he tips his head to the side, gesturing to follow him. However, you don’t think it’s the smartest idea to wander off from the group in a building like this; but Luigi insisted. “I’ve been on this tour a bunch of times, trust me, we’ll be fine. Come on now.” He ushers you, grabbing your hand as the other kids walked on without second glances. You both share a bit of laughter as you moved briskly in the direction he lead you — subconsciously squeezing your hand every now and then. As he slowed down, he pushed open a door, you got distracted reading a flyer outside and he immediately tugged you inside, the door shutting behind your back.

He watches your expression intensely as you look around, it’s a planetarium. The ceiling was casted with a starry sky, although—most likely—not real time stars, it looked gorgeous anyway. It cast a soft light, the room mainly dim.

Luigi admired you as you admire the stars. “Even if it isn’t the sky right now, it’s fascinating to think that all the stars can look like this.” You murmur, finally looking at Luigi, who’s still watching you with a big, dorky smile. “What?” You laugh.

“Nothing. Just admiring the view.” He replies.

“The one up there’s nicer, you know”

“Yeah, but the one right in front of me is better.”

[astvluig]

needy luigi.

II. LUIGI MANGIONE X READER

The first thing you notice is the way Luigi keeps glancing at you. It’s subtle at first—a quick flicker of his eyes over the top of his book, the way his fingers fidget with the corner of the page without actually turning it. But after the third sigh in five minutes, you can’t ignore it anymore.

You lower your own book, tilting your head. "Lu, something on your mind?"

He doesn't answer immediately, just presses his lips together like he's debating something. Then, with another sigh, he shuffles toward you, dropping onto the couch beside you in an uncharacteristically clumsy manner. His head falls onto your shoulder, his long legs curling up against yours.

"You've been reading that for a while," he murmurs, voice slightly muffled against your shirt.

You smile, sliding a hand into his curls, gently combing your fingers through them. "I thought you’d appreciate that."

"I do," he admits, nuzzling closer. "But... I think I’d appreciate your attention more right now." He stays silent for a moment. "I just… I feel like I haven’t really been with you today," he admits, his voice quiet, like he’s unsure if it’s okay to say it out loud. His fingers twitch against his book, but he doesn’t seem interested in reading anymore.

Your heart softens. "I’m right here, Lu," you murmur, reaching over to gently tug the book from his grasp and set it aside. His hands, now free, immediately reach for you, fingers ghosting over your wrist before fully wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath all day, and buries his face in the crook of your neck. "I know. I just… I had a rough day, and usually, I can push through it, but right now, I just need you." His voice is raw, vulnerable in a way that makes your chest ache.

You wrap your arms around him without hesitation, threading your fingers through his curls. "I’ve got you," you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I’m not going anywhere."

His hold on you tightens. "Good," he breathes. "Because I don’t want to let go just yet."

[glossypolaroidkisses]

fiancé luigi on your period

just some quick scenariosss, enjoy! x

You step into the living room and find Luigi sprawled on the couch, scrolling on his phone. His strong fingers lazily flick the screen, but as soon as he hears your footsteps, his pretty hazel eyes lift to meet yours.

“I’m sorry in advance if I’m a bitch,” you announce, already sighing at yourself. He smirks, setting his phone down. “Why would y—” His words trail off as realization dawns. He presses his lips together, then nods knowingly. “Shit. Shark week?”

You groan. “You’re a grown-ass man, Luigi. You can call it a period.”

His smirk deepens. “Oh, I know. I just like seeing you get all riled up about it.” He pats the couch beside him, inviting you closer. You slump down with a dramatic huff, guilt already creeping in. “See? I just got it this morning, and I’m already being mean to you.”

Luigi chuckles, the sound low and warm as he throws an arm around your shoulders. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I get it.”

Your brows furrow, and you tilt your head up to look at him. “Get it? What do you mean you ‘get it’? Do you have a uterus I don’t know about?”

He huffs a laugh, rubbing slow circles into your back. “I meant I get why you’ll be moody, not that I understand the pain.”

“Oh.” Your body sags against him, his scent—a mix of clean linen and something woodsy—immediately soothing you. His arms tighten slightly, and you melt further into his warmth.

But just as you start to drift into that perfect half-doze against his chest, he shifts. “Hey,” you whine as he lifts your head from his lap. “Before you get too comfortable, I need to do something.”

“What’s more important than cuddling me right now?” you grumble half-jokingly, watching him as he stands. He ruffles your hair affectionately on his way to the kitchen. You hear him opening cabinets, the soft hum of the microwave following soon after.

“The heating pad will be ready in three minutes,” he calls over his shoulder. “Stay put.”

“Like I have the energy to move,” you mumble, curling deeper into the couch. Suddenly, you realize his words. “Wait—what?!” You shoot up.

He pops his head back into the room, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Just relax, baby. I’ll be back in a bit.” He flips on your comfort show and tosses you the remote.

Still pouting, you watch him disappear down the hallway. The sound of the door closing tells you he’s gone out, and you sigh, resigning yourself to the lack of Luigi presence in the room.

Fifteen minutes later, the front door swings open and he reappears, dropping a couple of grocery bags onto the coffee table. “Gummy bears, dark chocolate, chamomile tea for cramps, ginger tea in case you get tired of chamomile…” He digs through the bags, muttering to himself. “Chips, cookies, popcorn, bananas—apparently, those help too—and, of course, ice cream.” He lifts the tub with a proud grin. “What’ll it be first?”

Your eyes widen, a slow, delighted smile creeping across your face. You try to find words, but they fumble on your lips. Luigi watches you, his smirk growing. “You okay over there?”

“Oh my god, I want to marry you right now,” you blurt.

His laughter is rich and teasing as he reaches for your hand, brushing his lips over your knuckles where your engagement ring gleams. “I’m afraid you already agreed to that, sweetheart.” He kisses your knuckles.

⸻ <3

Later, you’re lying in Luigi’s lap, feeding him cookie after cookie.

“You do realize I bought these for you, not me,” he says around a mouthful of Oreo.

“I’m eating the cream part, though. You’re just getting the cookie.”

“Wow. What a generous trade-off.” His tone is dry, but the amused glint in his eye gives him away.

“You’re not allowed to be clever for the next few days. Now open up.” Before he can protest, you shove four more Oreo pieces into his mouth. He gives you a long, slow chew, shaking his head at your antics. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You grin, stretching out contentedly—until another wave of cramps makes you groan. “Luigiiii,” you whine dramatically, and he immediately looks over.

“What is it?”

Your sheepish smile tells him everything. He sighs but smirks. “Again?”

You nod.

He stands without a word, then scoops you effortlessly into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you toward the bathroom.

“Y’know, I could walk,” you point out.

“But will you?”

You fall silent.

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”

Once inside, you sit on the toilet while he waits outside the door, as you instructed him to do. “Shit. I forgot to bring a pad again.”

Without missing a beat, you hear the rustling of a plastic package, then the quiet slide of something being pushed under the door. The pad stops at your foot. “Thanks,” you say, grinning even though he can’t see you.

“No problem, baby.”

When you step out, he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, waiting.

“You’re really gonna carry me back?”

Luigi gives you a slow once-over, his hazel eyes gleaming. “Any excuse to have you in my arms, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks flush as he effortlessly lifts you again, carrying you back to the couch.

⸻ <3

Later, as you lie curled against him, Luigi traces lazy patterns on your stomach, his fingertips feather-light. His warmth sinks into your skin, the slow rub of his palm lulling you into a daze. Then, without warning, he leans down and presses soft kisses against your belly. You peek at him suspiciously. “Luigi—what are you doing?”

“Kissing your stomach,” he murmurs, his voice low. “I read somewhere that warmth and gentle pressure help with cramps.” His lips move lower, brushing just above your waistband.

You swallow. “I thought you were about to go down on me.”

He lets out a sharp laugh, his forehead dropping to your stomach as his shoulders shake. “That’d be a hell of a way to help with cramps. I mean..” His words trail off as he gives you a knowing look. Your own laughter bubbles up, light and unrestrained. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grins against your skin before placing one last kiss on your hipbone. “But you love it.”

⸻ <3

A show plays in the background, but your mind is elsewhere. Suddenly, a wave of frustration washes over you, and before you can stop yourself, tears well up.

Luigi notices immediately. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong, baby?” He shifts, cupping your face, his thumb brushing away a tear. “What happened?”

You take a deep, shuddering breath. “I. I. I…” Your voice wobbles before you bury your face in his chest. “I’m so horny.”

Silence.

Then—Luigi starts laughing. Not just a chuckle. Full-bodied, head-thrown-back laughter.

“I’m serious!” you wail. “I’m so horny and there’s nothing I can do because I’m a bloody mess.”

He tries to rein it in, pressing his lips together, but the amused glint in his eye doesn’t fade. “Oh, sweetheart.” He pulls you closer, rubbing slow circles on your back. “You poor thing. I know I’ve said this before, but I really don’t mind—.”

“No, no, I know. I know you would, but I just get squeamish with the blood, and..” your words trail into a sigh. “I hate this,” you mumble dramatically.

His laughter softens as he lifts your chin, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Listen, darling. In a few days, we’ll take care of that. But for now…” He reaches for your mug, pressing it into your hands. “Drink your tea, let me put on a movie.”

You huff but take a sip, settling against him as his arm tightens around you. “Good girl,” he murmurs by your ear, gently stroking your hair as he presses buttons on the remote.

And just like that, you decide that maybe—just maybe—you’ll survive this week after all.

a/n: guys how do we feel abt good girl. first time dropping it in a lu fic. do we love it or hate it.

anyways!! here’s something kinda new? just a series of imagines revolving around the same theme, how we feeelinnnn?

not totally in love w this one (or much of my writing lately for that matter) but i’d rather put out something for u guys rather than nothing, before my totally busy week raghhhh!!

mwah love u guys

xoxo - tt

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Lu at MDC in his cell, he got put in time out for going swerkytwerker69 mode on everyone at chess night 😭

He won every match and took all the ramen

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Luigi getting all guilty from fucking you in front of your army of Jellycats… this is so personal to me

You lie sprawled across your bed, clad in nothing but a silk robe barely clinging to your curves. The soft glow of your bedroom lamp casts warm light over the room, illuminating the collection of Jellycat plushies neatly arranged on your shelves, bed, and nightstand. They’re cute—comforting even—but the man standing at the foot of your bed looks anything but.

Luigi Mangione looms over you, broad and imposing, dark curls slightly disheveled from where you’d been tugging at them earlier. His sharp, knowing smirk tells you exactly what’s about to happen, and the way his gaze flickers over your body, from your bare legs to the inviting dip of your robe, makes your stomach tighten with anticipation.

“You sure about this, principessa?” His voice is low, teasing, edged with something dark.

You roll your eyes, already tired of his cocky attitude. “Just shut up and do it, Mangione.”

His smirk widens, and within seconds, he’s on you. His hands—big, rough, and burning hot against your skin—push your thighs apart as he drags you to the edge of the bed. His lips find your neck, nipping at the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you shudder.

“Impatient little thing,” he murmurs, fingers slipping beneath your robe, tracing over the swell of your breasts before sliding lower.

Your breath hitches as he spreads you open with ease, teasing, taunting, making you squirm. And when he finally, finally gives you what you want, you let out a moan that has his smirk faltering into something darker, hungrier.

“Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he groans, voice thick with lust.

You try to bite back a whimper as he teases you, but you’re too far gone. His fingers curl inside you, slow at first, then quicker, relentless. Your back arches off the bed, and just as you’re about to fall apart, he pulls away, leaving you panting.

You barely have time to protest before he’s flipping you onto your stomach, pressing you into the mattress. His lips brush your ear as he lines himself up, and then—

He slams into you.

A sharp cry escapes your lips, your fingers digging into the sheets as he stretches you open. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t give you time to adjust—he just grips your hips and pounds into you like he owns you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, voice strained, as he thrusts harder, deeper.

Your bed creaks beneath you, and for a moment, your hazy gaze flickers to the plushies sitting on your nightstand, their little beady eyes staring right at you.

Luigi notices.

With a frustrated groan, he reaches out, grabbing the nearest one—a soft, round jellycat frog—and turns it around, then does the same with a stuffed octopus, its little face now facing the wall.

That’s when you start giggling, despite the way he’s currently splitting you open.

“You—oh my God, you’re turning them around?” you manage between moans.

He glares at you, jaw clenching. “I’m not about to have these creepy little things watching me destroy you.”

Your laughter only fuels him. With a growl, he pulls out and flips you onto all fours before slamming back in, harder this time, deeper. His hand cracks against your ass, making you gasp.

“Still wanna laugh, huh?” His voice is pure sin as he grips your waist, snapping his hips forward, burying himself inside you over and over again.

You try to form words, but all that comes out are whimpers and breathless moans.

“That’s what I thought,” he taunts, voice ragged as he fucks you into the mattress.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with the creak of the bed and your breathless cries. He keeps one hand on your hip while the other presses against the small of your back, forcing you down as he drills into you.

“Look at you,” he grunts. “Taking it so fucking well.”

Your walls clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his lips. You’re close—you can feel it, the heat pooling low in your stomach, the pressure building.

Luigi feels it too. His fingers slip between your legs, circling your clit in quick, precise movements.

“Come for me, principessa,” he orders, voice rough. “Now.”

It takes nothing more than a few more thrusts before you fall apart, your body trembling beneath him as pleasure washes over you. Your cries are muffled by the sheets, but Luigi isn’t satisfied just yet. He keeps going, chasing his own release, his grip on your hips tightening.

A few more rough thrusts, and he’s gone, a deep, broken moan leaving his lips as he spills inside you. His forehead presses against your back as he comes down from his high, breathing heavy.

For a long moment, neither of you speak. Then—

“You’re such a loser,” you murmur, still breathless. “Turning my Jellycats around like they’re judging you.”

Luigi groans, flopping onto the bed beside you. “Shut the fuck up.”

You giggle, curling into his side, and even though he pretends to be annoyed, his arm still drapes over your waist, pulling you closer.

A/N: yeah idk what this is lol I was bored and horny with a 15 minute work break, a brand new jellycat on my arm and a dream LMAOOOOOO