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IMAGINE….

you post a tiktok exactly like this after you and toxic!luigi break up…

luigi has his phone clutched in his hand, stomach churning as he watches the tiktok of you and your friends applauding. he’d bite his lip, glaring down at the illuminated screen, examining you.

you’re dressed in a mini skirt and a crop top, wearing clothes you know he’d hate if you were to go out alone in them.

but, you’re broken up. it shouldn’t matter to him.

but it does.

luigi seethes at the sight of your friends cheering you on, mindlessly giggling and clapping.

he’s filled with blind rage at the thought of you going out like that, without him, to talk to other men. hell, he couldn’t even bare the thought of other men looking at you.

he watches your tiktok over and over and over again… before closing the app he already hated so much, throwing his phone angrily. he only got the god-forsaken app because you begged him to. he gets himself so worked up, even though he fucked up your relationship.

good thing the break up was recent.

luigi still has your location.

and he wants to have a talk.

his canine teeth are so sharp…………… just thinking…. ermmmmdkskmdkdkd

#WHOREMEMBERS

Gilman Prom- June 10, 2015

happy birthday to our angel and the only man that exists 🤓🤖💭💤🤍 i love you

bent over the table

summary: a pool game with your boyfriend ends with him bending you over the table and making you squirt.

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, squirting

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you’re leaned against the wall, doing a poor job at pretending to give a shit about the game. it’s your boyfriend thats got you distracted.

there’s something almost erotic in the way he moves… deliberate, focused, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hands sure and practiced as he lines up the cue. every motion is smooth, controlled, confident. the ball sinks with a soft thud, and he straightens like it’s nothing. but it is. it’s everything.

there’s a slow heat curling low in your belly, a restless ache that makes you want to drag him close and kiss him until his lips are black and blue. you wanna see just how easily you’re able to break that nonchalant facade that he’s currently putting on.

you’re not here to win. you’re here for him.

so you make a decision.

when he offers you the cue stick, you take it slowly, eyes wide and innocent. “okay… so, um, remind me how to do this again?” you ask, feigning confusion as you glance down at the table. “where do i… stand?”

he raises an eyebrow. “you told me you’ve played before.”

shit. he’s onto you.

you shrug, giving him a sheepish smile. “might need a little refresher.”

you feel his burning gaze, it’s almost as if he sees right through you. but he doesn’t call you out on it. not out loud.

instead, he steps in behind you so close your breath stutters. his hands cover yours, firm and slow, adjusting your grip, but your focus splinters the moment his chest brushes your back. he smells like cedar and warmth.

slowly and deliberately, you press your hips back, letting your ass graze him. he stills, just for a second, and then you feel it. the way his breath catches, the way his cock hardens and begins to rub against you… but you ignore it. for now anyway.

“relax your grip,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “you wanna feel the cue, not fight it.”

you nod, trying to focus on the game, but it’s hard to do so when he’s this close. you can feel the heat radiating from him, and as his hands gently correct your stance, you feel his breath tickling your skin. you swallow, trying to ignore the growing heat between you. his chin rests on your shoulder and his lips brush your cheek in a soft, fleeting kiss, leaving you with a lingering warmth.

“just like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady. you feel his cock get stiffer behind you, like he’s DYING to be inside you right here, right now. the slow rhythm of his movements send a pulse of desire through you, and you try to keep your breath steady, but it’s harder than it should be.

you take the shot, the ball gliding smoothly into the pocket. but it’s not the game you’re thinking about anymore. you can feel him still, the subtle shift of his weight, the way his hand lingers on yours. you want to turn, to look at him, but the pull of his presence keeps you right where you are.

“nice shot, bambina.” says, his voice a little rougher than before.

you finally glance over your shoulder, catching his eyes, and for a moment, the game fades into the background entirely.

you turn to face him fully, your gaze locking with his as you finally notice the faint blush coloring his cheeks. the warmth in his skin only adds to how breathtaking he looks, every feature highlighted in a way that makes him seem even more captivating.

“lu?” you ask, your tone playful. “what’s wrong? something on your mind?”

he doesn’t answer with words, he just closes the distance, hands landing on your hips, thumbs brushing the bare strip of skin above your jeans. you suck in a breath, heat pooling low as he presses in.

then his mouth is on yours, hard and messy. you can taste the whiskey on his breath, sharp and burning, mixing with the heat of the moment as it leaves a burning, lingering trace on your lips.

you kiss him back just as fierce, fingers twisting into his pink button up, nails scraping his chest through the fabric. he groans when you bite down on his lip, and it’s like a switch flips. next thing you know, he’s spinning you around, fast and rough, making you squeal as your palms slap the table, allowing you to catch yourself.

you’re bent over again, ass pressed back against him. the pool balls scatter, rolling lazy across the felt as you shift, while whining.

"please lu,” you gasp, "i need you so badly… please fuck me."

"god bella, i’m gonna have you squirting all over the place.” he murmurs, voice all dark like honey and sin. he slides your jeans down your legs at a torturously slow pace, letting them crumple at your feet like a forgotten promise.

you hear him sink to his knees behind you, the soft thud sending a shiver up your spine, before his fingers catch the lace of your panties, pulling them down with a teasing drag, his breath a warm, fleeting kiss against your bare skin, setting your nerves alight.

his hands clamp down on your hips, thin fingers sinking into the soft meat of your flesh, as he yanks you back against his face with a force that makes your knees buckle. your ass is high, your thighs are spread wide, and you’re completely exposed. cunt glistening, swollen, and dripping before he even starts.

he groans at the sight, a guttural sound that rips out of his chest, and you feel the puff of his hot, shaky breath wash over the back of your thighs, teasing the slick that’s already smeared there. “fuck… i wish you could see yourself,” he mutters, “such a pretty pussy.”

then, he dives in like a man possessed.

his lips crash against your core, rough and greedy, stubble scraping raw against the tender skin as he spreads you open with his thumbs, pulling your folds apart until you’re gaping for him. he doesn’t ease in, his tongue plunges straight into your hole, thick and wet, thrusting deep with a sloppy, obscene squelch. you can hear it, the filthy wet sound of him fucking you with his mouth.

“tastes so fucking good.” he rasps, voice muffled against your flesh, and he’s panting now, breath hitching as he grinds his face into you, licking and sucking like he’s trying to devour you whole.

you’re moaning like a pornstar, loud and shameless, legs shaking, voice dripping with a desperation you can’t contain.

“oh lu! yes! don’t fucking stop!” you wail, the sound bouncing off the walls, mingling with the clack of yet another ball rolling somewhere across the table.

he pulls back for a split second, just enough to spit on your sopping cunt, it landing right on your clit before he smears it with his tongue, flicking hard and fast over the throbbing nub.

your hips jerk. “hold still.” he snarls, pinning you harder against the table as he sucks your sweet spot into his mouth, teeth grazing it just enough to make you yelp. his lips seal around it, pulling with a wet, rhythmic suction.

the pool table creaks under your thrashing, your palms slapping the wood as you brace, nails digging into the green felt. he’s relentless now, tongue darting back to plunge into your heat, thrusting with a force that has your walls pulsing.

he batters your cunt with rapid, ruthless strokes that leave you dizzy. his nose presses into you, his growls vibrating through your center, and the heat’s swelling, a tight, burning knot forming low in your belly. your thighs shake, slick with sweat and the mess he’s coaxing, and he shifts, lips sealing harder, sucking with a rhythm that steals your breath, leaving you panting.

“you’re getting close, aren’t you? i can feel it.” he rasps against you, voice dark and dripping with need, his tongue pausing just long enough to let the words sink in. “c’mon angel, squirt in my mouth, fucking give it to me… i want it.” then he’s back, relentless, tongue lashing faster, sucking fiercer, chasing that trembling pulse hes stoked.

your hips buck, desperate, and the wet sounds grow messier, with his spit and your arousal blending, trickling down your legs, pooling on the tile floor beneath you.

the coil in your lower belly snaps, white hot and overwhelming, and you’re right there. “baby… fuck! i’m-” you gasp, words crumbling as you break, a raw scream tearing free as you squirt hard into his waiting mouth. it’s hot, wet, gushing over his lips and tongue, as he moans low and guttural, lapping it up like it’s his lifeline. he doesn’t ease off, he keeps sucking, licking, drinking every shuddering pulse as your body convulses, legs collapsing beneath you.

he finally pulls back, just enough to rise from his knees, his presence looming behind you as you feel the shift of his weight. his hands slide up from your hips, tracing the curve of your waist, steadying you as your body still twitches with the echoes of release. then his lips find your shoulder, warm, tender, a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments before. he presses a slow, lingering kiss there, his breath fanning over your damp skin, and you feel the faint scrape of his stubble as he nuzzles closer. “you did good, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and husky, laced with pride and something softer, almost reverent.

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…me after i finished writing this

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Omg.

omg I saw this post and immediately drafted something… here’s a lil drabble ^_^ credit to the anon because I’ve stolen your idea and turned it into this :’)

@diors002 I love you because I can’t stop thinking about that picture of him looking up..

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NSFW: p in v sex during second trimester of pregnancy, breastfeeding, lactation kink

The night had been slow and dreamy, one of those evenings where everything just felt perfect. After work, Luigi had cradled you in his arms as you cooked dinner, all broad shoulders and warm hands, voice soft and soothing as he told you about his day.

You fed him lasagna — simple enough, but he moaned like it was gourmet because his wife had made it. Afterward, he sat on the couch with your swollen feet in his lap, strong hands kneading gently, eyes drifting to your bump and your chest with that look that hadn’t left his face in months: awe, pride, hunger.

Eventually, the two of you had moved to the bedroom.

Now you’re here, on top of him, slowly rocking your hips, swollen belly rising and falling between you both. The sheets pool around your waist. Your body is flushed and glowing, dim light golden across your skin. His hands are everywhere — palming your ass, stroking your thighs, but mostly… your breasts.

He’s obsessed. Has been for weeks.

Luigi groans softly, mouth hot and open over one of your nipples, sucking lazily, like he could stay there forever. “They’re so full, baby,” he breathes, voice muffled. “So heavy.”

You giggle breathlessly, fingers threading through his curls. “Feels good — they’ve been so sore.”

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, nuzzling deeper.

He kisses down, then sucks again, harder now. You gasp, rocking a little faster, your body aching and oversensitive in all the right ways.

And then— suddenly you feel it. A warm, soft pressure… then a trickle. Luigi pauses. Freezes, actually.

He pulls back a little and blinks. You both glance down at the same time where a small wet patch glistens on your nipple.

Your eyes widen. “Oh—”

Luigi’s mouth falls open a little. He looks stunned. A drop of milk glistens on his bottom lip. His hazel eyes dart up to you — doe-eyed, boyish, totally gone.

“Luigi, what…” you start, breath catching. “What is — did I just…?”

His cock twitches inside you. Hard.

And instead of finding it strange and pulling away — he moans.

Then he leans back in. And sucks even harder.

You gasp, completely dumbfounded, hands on his shoulders as he latches on like it’s the most natural, necessary thing in the world. He’s all flushed and breathless and his hands are gripping your hips tighter, rolling them against his lap again like he can’t decide what he wants more — your tits or your pussy.

“Luigi—” you whisper, shocked and turned on and slightly overwhelmed. “What are you doing?”

He looks up at you, lips wet and pink, milk at the corner of his mouth, eyes half-lidded and reverent. “Tastes good,” he murmurs, voice thick. “Perfect, bambina… so sweet.”

You just gaze down at him, mouth slightly open, thighs trembling.

And then you bounce again, slow and deep, watching his pupils dilate as he cups your breasts, mouth returning to suck at the other nipple like he needs it.

The mix of sensation — your body filled, your chest heavy and leaking, his cock twitching inside you — it’s overwhelming in the best way.

You moan, breathless, hands tugging at his curls now. “Fuck, Lu — that’s it, baby, ‘m so sensitive.”

He just hums against your skin, the noise vibrating against the nipple he’s currently attending to.

“I want this with you forever. Wanna give you more of my babies. Stay buried in you. Taste you like this and keep you full.”

You shiver, overstimulated and melting.

This becomes your thing together. After a long day, when he’s tired, craving his wife, and you’re sore and achy, you’ll ride him in the comfort of your bedroom, nestled in the sheets as he sucks from you. He eases the needy and uncomfortable ache, nourishing himself equally in such deep intimacy.