No Cause Wdym This Was Two Months Ago :(

No, you don’t understand I love me a man that don’t play about Halloween 😭👻🎃

i hope today is good to lulu, i really hope he’s doing well <3 thinking about him today

omg college luigi would be obsessed with thighs, especially if you have thickness for daysssss. he would smack them, hold them, caress them, squeeze them, jiggle them, so insufferable with him around. if you are wearing jeans on he will softly smack your ass or hoist you by the thighs to just carry you anywhere. if you’re wearing shorts, especially really short shorts, he will plop his head in between your thighs and lay there in your lap. he will expect you to softly play with his hair while he loses himself in the softness and warmth of you. sometimes, if he’s cuddled in your lap and you’re reading a book or watching tv, he’ll lift his head up, making instance eye contact with you, looking like such a cute grizzly bear wanting your attention. if you don’t notice him, he’ll just grumble out, “hey baby, how was your day? just wanted to talk to you.” he’s so in love with you and your body

oh 😩 I myself got some thickness for days so I’m gonna indulge in this one gladly

I’ll never forget how @fligniuz once said they’ve never known a nerd who didn’t love thighs, and it’s safe to say Lu sits nice and pretty in that category. He’d admire how perfectly they complement the curve of your waist and the wideness of your hips, how luscious they look no matter what you wear, even when they’re bare and soft to the touch—and what a blessing it is to feel that touch. Whether you’re in the car while he’s driving, or you are, or even just sitting side by side at a table, his hand always seems to find its way onto your thigh. And considering your thighs offer quite the spacious landing, and his hands are pretty big themselves, it’s almost mesmerizing how his palm stretches across the thick, plush spread of your thigh, making them look smaller than they are. He can’t help but keep touching, squeezing, and stroking. There’s nothing he loves more than when you settle your pretty self down somewhere and your thighs just spill out even further, like molten lava melting over everything in their path. And when he’s lucky enough to lay his head in your lap, nestled right between them, he’s endlessly grateful just to be in your space. He’d be a fool not to admit that he’s imagined what it would be like to rest his face there, really rest his face, or better yet, to be completely smothered and suffocated by your thighs, having the near life and viable source of oxygen squeezed out of him while you’re sitting on his face.

Running my fingers through Luigi’s curls while he lays and rest on my chest 😩.

omggg yes i need this so bad. want to call him my pretty boy with face smushed against my chest 🙂‍↕️ and his pretty curls all tousled and messy. and if u stop playing with his hair? he just blinks his bleary eyes open at you and pouts and mumbles “why’d you stop” <333

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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POPNYC did their thing for his birthday btw

happy early birthday to luigi and i 😋

Birthday Boy

TW: breeding kink, dominant reader, oral (m receiving), worship kink, soft filth,overstimulation, mirror sex, riding,praise kink, deep obsession, slow burn filth

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He didn’t even make it to the bed.

You had him sitting on the edge of the couch in just his dress shirt, barely unbuttoned, chest flushed, eyes already heavy like he’d been begging for hours.

“You’re not allowed to touch,” you told him, straddling his lap with a slow smirk, your nails dragging up his throat as he swallowed hard. “It’s your birthday. You let me take care of you.”

He nodded, jaw clenched, hands fisting the couch cushions instead of your thighs.

Good boy.

You kissed down his chest slow, each button undone with your mouth, not your hands, until he was exposed and twitching beneath you. And then you dropped to your knees. Luigi’s head dropped back the moment your mouth wrapped around him, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he whispered, “Fuck—” like he hadn’t been touched in weeks. You took him deep, let him hit the back of your throat just to feel him buck under the pressure, your hands holding him still. You didn’t stop. You wanted him shaking.

“Not yet,” you whispered when he started to come undone, your spit coating him, lips swollen, eyes wet.

“You don’t get to come until I’m on top of you.”

He was already wrecked when you climbed on, guiding him in with a slow grind of your hips. His hands immediately flew to your waist, and you slapped them away.

“What did I say?”

He bit his lip hard, whimpering now, hips twitching up into you. You rode him slow at first, just enough to tease, then faster when he started moaning like he was gonna lose his mind. One hand dragged through his curls, the other gripping his jaw.

“You gonna cum for me, birthday boy? Gonna fill me up like a good fuckin’ gift?”

He nodded, eyes glassy. “Yes... fuck...please, let me—”

You leaned in, kissed him slow, and whispered, “Then give it to me. All of it.”

And he did with a cry, a curse, and his head thrown back like he’d just been blessed by God himself.

You didn’t stop moving.

You never stopped.

You barely made it to the bedroom before you decided he hadn’t seen enough. His body was already flushed and trembling, chest rising and falling like he was still trying to catch the breath you stole from him on the couch. His curls were messy, his shirt still clinging to his shoulders, soaked with sweat from the first round. And his cock?

Still hard. Still leaking.

Still yours.

“Sit.”

Your voice was soft, but the command in it was sharp. You nodded toward the mirror on the closet door.

“Back against the wall. Legs spread. Hands behind you.”

Luigi didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He followed like he’d been waiting for this exact moment all year. You stepped toward him, completely bare now, slick still coating your inner thighs, chest rising slowly and confidently. His eyes dropped between your legs, tongue wetting his lips like he was praying for a taste. But you weren’t giving him that yet. You straddled him again, knees planted on either side of his thighs, the cool wood floor grounding you both. You reached down, ran your fingers along the length of his cock twitching, desperate, soaked with the mess he’d made of himself and dragged it through your folds. He let out the quietest, broken little moan.

You smirked.

“Eyes up, birthday boy.”

You tilted his chin up, forcing him to look forward into the mirror.

“I want you to watch how pretty you look while I fuck you again.”

And then you sank down onto him. Slow.Devastating. You took every inch until your hips met, and he gasped — head falling back against the wall, hands twitching behind him.

“Fuck—” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Baby, I can’t… I just came—”

“Shhh.”

You started to move.

Up.

Down.

Up again.

Every bounce made the sound between you louder wetter, filthier — like you were trying to fuck the breath from his lungs. And it was working.

“Look at your face,” you whispered into his ear, breath hot. “Look how desperate you get when you’re inside me. That pretty mouth open, your eyes begging. You like being used, don’t you?”

He whimpered actually whimpered, nodding like he couldn’t remember a single word of English. You grabbed his face with one hand, your other hand clawing into his chest for leverage as you rode him harder. His thighs trembled beneath you, his cock twitching so deep inside you that you could feel another orgasm building.

So close.

So fucking close.

“You gonna cum for me again, baby?” you purred. “You gonna fill me up till I’m dripping down your cock, huh? One more for me, birthday boy.”

His mouth dropped open like he was gonna respond but then he came.

Hard.

With a grunt and a sob and a strangled gasp of your name. You slowed your movements, grinding down on him, dragging it out, making him feel every second of it. He looked up at you, completely wrecked, pupils blown, sweat clinging to his skin.

But your hips didn’t stop.

And neither did your voice.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, baby.”

You leaned in, kissed him slow and deep, tasting his moans as he trembled beneath you.

“I want one more. I want you crying while I take every last drop.”

Hope you guys enjoy. Drop a though on what I should write next or maybe not it’s ok 👍🏻

holy hands, unholy acts

notes: wanted to bless you all with this priest luigi oneshot before i go to bed ;) also this is for @luigisbambinaaa since they gave me the idea for it in the first place and also to my other fellow priest luigi fan @fligniuz

warnings: smut, handjob (m) receiving

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the chapel hums with stillness, the air heavy with the musk of forbidden want as you guide father luigi to a shadowed pew at the rear. his cassock is already bunched up, his thick cock straining against his briefs, twitching as you push him down onto the creaking wood.

his eyes dart to the saints illuminated by the stained glass, then focus on you, pupils wide with shame and craving. your hand slips beneath the cloth, fingers wrapping around his throbbing length, warm and slick with precum, and he stifles a ragged moan, gripping the bible you throw into his shaking hands.

“read to me, father.” you purr, voice oozing with command, your strokes slow and teasing as you glide along his shaft, thumb brushing the swollen, leaking tip. “psalm 51, right now.”

he swallows hard, his adam’s apple jerking, and begins, voice unsteady, “have mercy on me, o god, according to your unfailing love…” his words falter as you squeeze tighter, sliding down his length with deliberate care, drawing a choked whine from his throat. his head tips back, and you pause abruptly, fingers lingering just above his dripping head, leaving him gasping.

“keep going, father. or i’ll stop.” you say, voice low and commanding, watching his cock twitch in the faint light.

he nods, frantic, sweat glistening on his forehead, and presses on, “wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin…” his voice quivers as you resume, stroking with a slow, sinful rhythm, the wet, lewd sound mingling with his broken verses.

he stumbles through, “create in me a pure heart, o god…” hips twitching as you twist your hand, pumping faster, his precum slicking your fingers. he gasps, words failing, and you freeze again, pulling away, leaving him whining, “n-no, please sister!”

“finish it father, be good.” you demand, eyes sharp with dominance, and he scrambles to obey, voice cracking over.

“and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.”

you smirk, rewarding him with a relentless pace, hand racing over his engorged cock until his hips jolt, a raw, desperate cry bursting from him as he cums hot, thick spurts coating your hand, dripping down his shaft. he slumps back, bible hitting the floor, a shattered ruin of guilt and submission in the holy shadows.

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this is not the full fic omg i just had to get this out of my system coz im half asleep and priest luigi WILL NOT LEAVE MY MIND.

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