Luigisbambinaaa - Bambinaaa

i love this video sooo much

This video just further proves to me that he runs his mouth like crazy

fuuuuuckkk 😣

now we need a pt3 of the in person reunion that was tew good😮‍💨

cherry

summary: luigi comes home after a week long work trip, and the two of you spend time reuniting.

warnings: smut, sex (multiple positions) head (both receive) breeding, kissing

notes: this is part 3 of my weak for you series, you can read part 1 and part 2 before you read this one or you can read it as a standalone :)

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the house hums with stillness, broken only by the faint buzz of the tv. you’re curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath a frayed, mustard blanket. the screen flickers with a cooking show, chefs darting between sizzling pans, knives flashing under harsh lights but it’s just a blur, white noise against the electric anticipation thrumming in your veins. luigi’s due back today from his week long work trip, and the wait has you full of adrenaline.

his last text, boarding now, i love you, see you soon burned into your phone hours ago, and you’ve been piecing together his journey in your mind: the plane descending, wheels skidding on tarmac, him grabbing his bag from the overhead bin. your home feels empty without him, each corner echoing his absence, something thats clung to you all week. you ache for his warmth, the way he’d sprawl across this couch, one socked foot nudging yours, chuckling at your obsession with bad tv, his hand resting heavy on your shoulder.

then, you hear a faint jingle… keys at the door. your heart rate raises, but you stay put, gripping the remote. the door swings open, and there’s luigi, travel worn, jacket draped over his arm, backpack hanging loose. his eyes lock on yours, and that grin sparks, tired but bright, like it’s been waiting just for this.

“hey you.” says, voice gravelly, and before you can move, he’s crossing the room, bag hitting the floor with a thud. he’s on the couch in a heartbeat, practically pouncing on you, his weight pinning you against the cushions. he pulls you close, all leather and airplane air, his arms a solid, familiar cage. “god, i missed you…” he mumbles, lips brushing your temple, and the house feels full again, the week’s emptiness gone in a single, messy tackle.

your fingers grip his jacket, pulling him closer. his lips find yours, urgent, warm, tasting of coffee and travel. you kiss back fiercely, hands in his hair, his groan vibrating against you. his hand cups your face, deepening the kiss, hungry yet tender, the world shrinking to just this messy, perfect, whole again.

you ease back to breathe, foreheads touching, luigi’s gaze heavy and fixed on you. “missed you so much…” you whisper, voice trembling with relief, fingertips grazing the scruff on his jaw. he flashes a half-smile, lips grazing yours teasingly.

“relax… i was always gonna come back home.” he says with a smile, voice rough, before kissing you slower, savoring every second.

“but don’t you fucking dare leave me for that long again.” you murmur into his mouth, tugging his curls playfully, luigi’s chuckle is soft, warm, and he kisses you again, slow and deep, hands settling on your hips, grounding you as the couch shifts. “staying right here.” he vows between kisses, and you feel it in his touch, the home he brings, as you melt into him.

your hands glide down his chest, grazing the worn leather of his jacket before reaching the cool metal of his belt buckle. you tug, the soft clink piercing the silence, and he leans back slightly, eyes sparking with surprise and hunger.

“awww, my baby’s in a hurry,” he teases, voice rough, his breath warm against your cheek. you smirk, swiftly undoing the buckle, the leather slipping free.

“you’ve got a whole week to answer for.” you murmur, voice low, tossing the belt aside. your fingers move to his jeans, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them, sliding the denim down his hips. his breath catches, hands tightening on your waist, pulling you closer as the couch creaks beneath you, the tension between you crackling, sharp and alive.

your hands linger at his waistband, slipping beneath the elastic of his calvin kleins with a slow, deliberate touch. you ease the fabric down, freeing his soft cock, the warmth of his skin brushing against your fingers. luigi’s eyes flicker with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, a quiet hitch in his breath as he watches you.

“still soft?” you ask, voice soft but edged with want, your fingers grazing lightly, teasingly, as you hold his gaze. his hands flex, a low hum escaping him, the air thick with the unspoken promise of what’s next.

“not for long.” he murmurs.

you lean in, lips brushing luigi’s soft length, leaving faint lipstick marks with each kiss. you keep kissing, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving his, each press painting another red smudge. his breath stumbles, a quiet groan slipping out as he shifts, hands tightening.

“fuck, you’re so hot.” he mutters, voice rough, the sight of your lipstick stains on him increasing his need. you smirk, maintaining eye contact, the couch creaking as you lean closer, the heat between you blazing.

you part your lips, taking his softness into your mouth, warm and careful, eyes still fixed on his. he whimpers, a sharp sound as you feel him harden, growing firm against your tongue. a deep, shaky moan escapes him, his hands gripping you tighter, fingers digging in as he struggles to keep steady.

“shit…” luigi groans, voice raw, the sensation overwhelming. “wait, baby… can i fuck your face?”

you pause, slowly easing him out of your mouth, lips brushing against him one last time as you meet his heated gaze. a sly smile curves your lips. “please do.” you say, voice low and teasing, the word dripping with promise.

you shift, reaching for the small bottle of throat numbing spray on the side table, grabbing it with a quick glance back at him. his eyes darken, a hungry edge to his stare as he watches you. you spritz the spray, the cool mist settling in your throat, and toss the bottle aside, leaning back toward him.

“ready when you are,” you murmur, voice steady, inviting, as you position yourself, hands resting on his thighs.

luigi’s gaze is primal, a low groan escaping as he leans closer, his strong hands seizing your head with possessive intent. “you’re fucking unreal,” he growls, voice dripping with lust. he guides his throbbing cock to your lips, and you part them eagerly, taking him in, wet and warm.

he starts with shallow thrusts, teasing your mouth, but the feral glint in his eyes and the tightening of his fists in your hair betray his barely leashed hunger. you relax your throat, fingers digging into his tensed thighs, urging him on with a throaty moan. his hips snap faster, driving deeper, fucking your face with a relentless, greedy rhythm.

your tongue flicks and curls around luigi’s length with every movement, savoring the hot, salty taste of his arousal as you tighten your lips, sucking greedily to match his ruthless rhythm. his breaths are jagged, his sculpted abs tensing with each forceful snap of his hips. “so good… i love you so much,” he growls, voice raw with desperation, his hands clamping tighter in your hair, yanking you closer to take him even deeper.

the sloppy, lewd sounds of your mouth devouring him echo throughout the room, blending with the couch’s protests and his deep, primal grunts. your nails dig into his taut thighs, spurring him on, begging him to lose himself in the haze. his thrusts turn sharper, more frenzied, his cock throbbing against your tongue, but he reins himself in, muscles flexing with the strain of holding back.

but he suddenly halts, chest heaving, another groan tearing from his throat. he pulls back, eyes burning with desire, and rasps, “shit, i gotta stop… i wanna taste you.” his grip loosens, but the feral edge in his voice promises the fire’s only just begun.

luigi’s hands, still shaking with raw desire, glide to your thighs as he drops to his knees in front of you. his firm fingers part your thighs wide with a steady, commanding touch, revealing you completely to his intense, hungry stare.

your skin prickles under his gaze, and he leans forward, trailing slow, deliberate kisses up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. each press of his lips is hot, taunting, inching higher, igniting sparks across your body.

“i love your body baby, so pretty,” he murmurs against your skin, voice deep and worshipful, his eyes lifting to lock with yours, brimming with lust and reverence. “i always get sad when i see you in front of the mirror judging yourself, your body is my favourite thing in the whole wide world.”

his words crash over you, setting your face ablaze, your pulse hammering as you squirm under his grip, flustered and caught off guard. “stop it…” you mumble, voice trembling, a shy giggle slipping out as you try to mask the dizzying warmth his praise sends coursing through you. his lips quirk into a devilish grin, and he kisses closer to your core.

luigi’s fingers slip beneath the edge of your panties, and with a deliberate, teasing pull, he drags them aside, revealing your slick, throbbing core to the air and his hungry stare. “shit,” he murmurs, voice heavy with want, his gaze darkening as he drinks you in. he dives in without pause, his mouth crashing onto your soaked folds, tongue plunging deep with a ravenous groan.

his lips and tongue consume you, sucking your clit firmly before circling it with precise, relentless flicks. his hands grip your thighs, holding them open, fingers digging into your flesh as he dives deeper, tongue fucking you with messy, insatiable strokes. your hips buck, overwhelmed by his intensity, but he keeps you pinned, deep growls vibrating against your core, driving you wild.

his skill is devastating, every lick of his tongue a perfect hit as he takes you apart with dead on aim. he switches between slow, teasing swipes and fast, playful flicks, breaking you down with every dirty move. he knows when to hold back, lingering with soft, sucking kisses that light you up, and when to go hard, diving deep with a beat that leaves you gasping.

you’re moaning like a whore, your hands clutch his head, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you burn for more. “lu, oh my god!’” you sob, voice shaking with raw desire. his growl vibrates against you, making you squirm on the couch.

“don’t stop,” you pant, hips chasing his ruthless tongue. but he ignores you, lifting his head, eyes dark and hungry. “i wanna fuck you,” he moans, voice low and rough, sending a fresh jolt through you.

your moans catch in your throat, body still buzzing as he shifts, sliding onto the couch beside you. his hands, strong and urgent, grab your waist, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap. you straddle him, heart pounding, as his fingers dig into your hips, anchoring you against him.

he leans in, lips crashing into yours, kissing you hard and messy, all heat and hunger. his tongue dives into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you, while your hands grip his shoulders, still trembling from the edge he left you on. the kiss deepens, raw and desperate, his low groans mixing with your shaky breaths as you melt into him, ready for whatever he gives you next.

the kiss is all fire, luigi’s lips devouring yours with a hunger that makes your head spin. you break the kiss just long enough to grab the hem of your baggy t shirt, yanking it over your head in one swift move, tossing it aside to reveal your bare breasts. his eyes darken, raking over you with a look that sends heat pooling in your core.

“fuck,” he mutters, voice rough, before he follows suit, peeling his shirt off and flinging it away. his chest is broad, skin warm and taut under your hands as you press against him, feeling the heat radiating between you. your fingers trace his shoulders, needy and restless, as his hands slide up your back, pulling you into another searing kiss, lips and tongues clashing with raw, desperate want.

then, out of nowhere, luigi moves, and with one hard, purposeful thrust, he thrusts up, slamming his thick cock deep into you, stretching your soaked cunt so wide it steals your breath.

“fuck!” you gasp, voice cracking, your walls gripping him like a vice as the intense fullness hits like a tidal wave. his low, primal groan vibrates through you, hips twitching to let you feel every throbbing inch. your fingers sink into his shoulders, nails cutting in as you move together.

luigi’s relentless thrusts don’t falter, his thick cock slamming up into you with merciless force, each brutal pump stretching your dripping pussy to its limit. your broken moans spill out, high and desperate, as your body jolts with every savage snap of his hips, tits bouncing wildly under his hungry gaze.

you’re moaning his name like a prayer, your voice a wrecked mess, your mind blanked by the overwhelming pleasure pain of being fucked dumb. his fingers dig deeper into your hips, leaving marks as he whines, sound vibrating through you like a primal claim.

his cock hammers into you with ruthless power, each thrust nailing that perfect spot, making your body shudder and your cries sharper, barely coherent. soaked in sweat and trembling, you’re consumed by him, your nails ripping his shoulders to shreds. then, through heavy breaths, his voice breaks through, rough and intense.

“all i thought about while i was away, was coming home to fuck you like this.” he snarls, eyes locked on yours as his hips pound harder, every word driven home by a thrust. “can never get enough of you, of your sexy body.”

the confession sets you on fire, and he groans, diving deeper, the frenzied rhythm dragging you both toward total annihilation.

your head falls back, a guttural scream ripping from your lips as your cunt grips him, drowning in the savage pleasure.

“lu, god, i was practically dying without you,” you whimper, voice breaking with raw desire, your hips grinding down to meet his relentless upward thrusts. “i needed you… fuck, i needed this.”

your words tumble out, needy and unfiltered, as your pussy throbs around him, each powerful thrust shoving you toward the brink. “please, don’t stop! fuck me harder!” you sob, nails sinking deeper into his shoulders, spurring him on as your body writhes against him.

luigi suddenly pulls out, leaving you gasping at the aching emptiness. before you can plead, his hands seize your hips with bruising force, flipping you onto the couch in one swift, rough motion. you land on your back, legs falling open as he looms over you, all raw heat and need.

he grabs your thighs, hoisting them up and pinning them toward your chest, locking you beneath him. with one brutal thrust, he buries his thick cock back inside your dripping pussy, the angle making every inch hit harder, deeper.

“fucking missed this pussy, god, fuck-“ he rasps, voice dripping with lust as he slams into you, each relentless thrust pressing you into the cushions. your screams turn to broken wails, body trembling under his weight as the ferocious pace and overwhelming penetration rocket you toward a shattering climax, his hips never slowing in their primal claim.

your nails claw at his back, leaving red streaks as you writhe against him, barely matching his savage rhythm. “lu, shit, i’m gonna come!” you wail, voice fractured and frantic, your pussy gripping his thick cock tighter with every punishing plunge.

his eyes burn with lust, a hungry grin spreading as he leans in, moaning low against your ear. “oh yeah baby, fuck, give it to me, come around my cock-” he groans, voice gritty with want, the sound igniting you further. he shifts his hips, slamming into that perfect spot with deadly precision, and your world collapses as your body seizes, a blinding rush of pleasure shredding through you.

you scream luigi’s name, practically convulsing beneath him, your pussy pulsing wildly as your orgasm rips through you, a gush of slick, hot wetness flooding from your core, coating his cock and dripping onto the couch. his moans deepen, raw and unrestrained, his thrusts growing erratic, chasing his own peak as you tremble in the aftershocks, your soaked thighs quivering against him.

his hips keep slamming into you, relentless, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he rides the high of your climax. his hands grip your thighs tighter, keeping you pinned beneath him, and his eyes lock onto yours, dark with lust. “fuck, i’m gonna cum inside you,” he groans, voice rough and urgent, his thrusts growing harder, deeper. “you want that, baby? want me to knock you up? huh?”

“yes, fuck yes! you moan, voice high and desperate.

“i want your baby lu, fuck, please cum in me!” the words spill out, raw and needy, as you writhe beneath him, urging him on.

his eyes go dark, his thrusts instantly faltering as your words hit him hard. his hips slam into you one last time, the wet, filthy smack of skin against your soaked pussy ringing out. “fuck baby, take it.” he moans, voice ragged, his cock throbbing inside your pulsing walls.

he buries himself deep, a choked groan escaping as he cums, hot, thick ropes of his seed flooding your pussy, filling you so full it seeps out around his shaft, mixing with your slick and dripping onto the couch. your body shakes, pussy clamping tight to milk every drop as you whine his name, the scorching rush of his release sending you into another trembling wave of ecstasy. he stays deep inside, panting, hands gripping you possessively, as the raw intensity leaves you both wrecked.

after a moment, he slowly pulls out, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound, a trail of his thick cum and your slick leaking from your stretched pussy, pooling beneath you on the couch. he sits back, chest heaving, eyes fixed on the mess between your thighs with a mix of awe and pride. “oh baby,” he says, voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips. “there’s no way you’re not pregnant right now.”

his eyes linger on the creamy trail leaking from you, and with a hungry spark, he leans in. he runs his fingers through the warm, slick blend of his release and your essence gathered on the couch, collecting the intimate mixture.

“can’t let this go to waste.” he says, voice low and rough, as he brings his coated fingers to your pulsing core. slowly, purposefully, he presses the gathered fluid back inside you, his fingers gliding effortlessly into your sensitive entrance. you gasp, your body quivering at the sensation, your core tightening around his fingers as he pushes the thick mixture deeper, ensuring it stays within you. “gotta make sure it stays.” he says with a smirk, eyes locked on yours as he withdraws his fingers, leaving you trembling, filled, and completely his.

luigi’s smirk softens into a tender smile as he reaches for you, his strong hands gently pulling you onto his lap. your body, still trembling from the intensity, melts against his warm chest as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

the heat of his skin and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat ground you, a comforting contrast to the lingering sensitivity between your thighs. he brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch careful and reverent, then presses a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment.

“i really hope you’re pregnant…” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and earnest, filled with a quiet longing that makes your heart flutter. “i wanna start a family with you.”

you tilt your head up, meeting his gaze with a small, teasing smile, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “we’ll see in a few weeks.” you reply softly, your voice a mix of anticipation and playful uncertainty.

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:,) 💞💞💞

previous work

first saw it because we know luigi hasn’t seen his own mom in a while, so it must feel really comforting to be able to find that kind of parental spirit in his counsel :-(

True !!! I find it kinda funny and kinda cute that all of the Agnifilos that work in law are on this case 😭 really gives off family vibe and they use it to their their advantage too. They also went for the family optics that the arraignment with the Karen and Luigi's matching sweater and Marc's matching tie. random fun fact (?) : Jacob also has a decades long working relationship with Marc, they have worked on so many cases before and he finally jumped the ship and joined the Agnifilo firm as a partner to work on this case.

the WHOLE agnifilo team came out for this one LMAO if i’m not mistaken i think even karen’s daughter is serving as a paralegal? or something to that effect? i remember seeing that somewhere ALSO i never noticed marc’s tie!!! 😣 that’s so sweet

i didn’t know any of that about jacob + marc’s working relationship but the fact that this case has like united all of them is just soooo 😓😖🥺 idk it makes me so emotional

Every couple of new crumbs we get means we’re one month closer to hopefully seeing more of Luigi at his next appearance🙏🏽

Luigi celebrating his birthday in my tomodachi life 🍰♡ ༘*.ﾟ🧸

OMG

https://x.com/notwiiiemdafoe/status/1919497737562640858?s=46

This is what she send him about that phd (allegedly)

I’m-

“I’ll let you sit with that information” AYO-

https://www.tumblr.com/palmersluvr/780707340543508480/this-is-an-ask-that-luigisbambinaaa-wrote-about

Girl that was sooooooo good. You NEED to start writing 💕

AWWW THANK YOU 💞💞💞 honestly it’s my first time ever writing anything like that!!! im on spring break right now so i guess i could try to write more if you have any ideas :P

“In terms of mitigating factors, Mr. Mangione’s background reveals an exemplary life in every respect. He was, and is, a loved and cherished son, brother, uncle and cousin in a large, close, loving family. He was the valedictorian of his high school where he led the robotics team to the Eastern Regional Finals. He graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in four years with both a Bachelor’s and a Master’s Degree in Computer Science. He spent his life playing soccer and baseball; he ran track and wrestled. When compared with Mr. Mangione’s life of love, support and excellence, and no criminal record, the sole statutory aggravating factor pales in comparison. The Justice Manual requires that the aggravating factors sufficiently outweigh the mitigating ones. Because they do not, a capital prosecution is not warranted.”

A statement made by Luigi’s legal defense team—Karen Friedman Agnifilo, Marc Agnifilo, Jacob Kaplan, and Avi Moskowitz—in their motion to preclude the government from pursuing the death penalty.

😣😣😣😣

THE DINER

luigi mangione x reader

SUMMARY: please don’t call the cops, they’ll make luigi stop, and he just wants to talk!

WARNINGS: this is DARK so pls read these. dubcon, cnc(?), manipulation, stalking, p in v, bondage, breaking in, choking, dark!luigi my FAVVV LFGGG!!!

NOTES: soo i started writing this as a short imagine and got carried away. i am obsessed with dark lu, plz stalk me pretty boy,,,

luigi was never one to be girl-obsessed.

sure, he had lots of crushes on girls, went on dates, even had a few girlfriends here and there. yet nothing ever seemed to stick, as luigi would always feel that the other person never truly understood him. he'd get bored, always longing for more. nobody ever lived up to his standards, and as time passed, his priorities shifted.

until one day, when you appeared in his life.

pink soft lips that were tinted with gloss, eyes glazed up at him in awe; it took almost everything in him not to fuck you right then and there in the mail room.

it started off innocent; it seemed as if the two of you left the same apartment complex at the same time every morning for work. sometimes, luigi got to hold the door open for you, or stop the elevator door from closing on you.

luigi would finally work up the courage to start greeting you with a warm smile and a "g'morning ms. neighbor."

he noticed the way your cheeks flushed, shyly smiling up at him and mumbling a soft greeting back.

then, on a busy day at the apartment, you and luigi were the last to file into the small elevator, seeing as you both lived on the fourth floor.

there had to be, what, almost seven people crammed into this elevator? you were stood directly in front of luigi, the lack of space forcing your backside to be pressed up against the front of him.

you felt him hover behind you, breath hitched as the elevator began its journey upwards, causing you to stumble back and press into him harder.

that was the moment it happened for him; he took in the scent of your silky hair, your ass pressing into his strained cock before he wrapped his giant hand around your stomach, quick to keep you balanced. luigi swore you felt it too, by the way you gasped at the motion.

reaching the fourth floor with the ding of the elevator, you both stepped out.

"thank you." you had innocently smiled up at him.

after that, he finally let it consume him. he let you consume him. what started as a pure crush slowly transformed into a full-blown obsession.

he started to memorize the exact time you'd leave for work, and the exact time you'd arrive back home.

he even memorized your laundry days, where he was quick to slip in and out of the community laundry room, shoving a pair of your underwear into his pocket.

the days you'd leave at night, he'd start to follow you.

at first it was only to your car, just to ensure your safety, he'd tell himself. then he wondered, did you belong to somebody else?

so he'd carefully watch as you'd go out to the bars with friends, restaurants, and his particular favorite spot, the library. never seen with any other man, though. he just wanted to make sure you were okay, he felt like he needed to be your protector.

luigi would go to his favorite diner every friday, and write you letters. letters about how perfect you were, about your future together, about how you belonged to him. he’d slip them near your mailbox, yet you never seemed to actually receive them.

the nights were his worst enemy— knowing you were so close to him, and who knows what you were doing all alone?

he’d lie there on his back, shirtless and jaw clenched, hand wrapped around his long, thick cock. he would imagine you on your knees, taking his entire length until you gagged so hard your eyes would water. pumping up and down, he’d moan out your name until he reached his climax.

one night, luigi took it too far.

you’d left your apartment, turning the corner to the elevator. once out of sight, luigi took it upon himself to rush to your door, barely holding it open before it closed shut. he pulled the black gator mask up over his mouth and nose before heading in.

he was inside.

he slowly poked around, taking in every inch of the place you called home. he was taking a notice to the books you had placed on a bookshelf, when he hears the lock on the front door jiggling.

panicked, luigi shoved himself into a small storage closet in the hallway.

peeking through the slit of the door, there you were, in his sight. you dropped a package down on your kitchen counter, sighing to yourself.

you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you.

this was luigi’s only chance to escape— he waited a few minutes before slowly turning the doorknob, pushing the door open with no noise.

that’s when he heard it.

the soft hum of a vibrator, buzzing with life behind your door.

“mmm— fuck, luigi.”

luigi’s throat almost caught on fire, a burning sensation flaring in his stomach. you couldn’t have just said what he thought you said, right?

he quietly pressed his ear up to your door, now able to hear you much more prominently.

“just like that, oh my god, luigi.” you panted out to nobody.

it’s like he couldn’t stop himself— he knew it was a terrible idea, yet his body reacted before his mind could interject the idea.

and before he knows it, he is greeted with the most beautiful sight he’s swore he’s ever seen.

you’re lying on your back, completely bare and exposed. your back is arched, legs spread open as if you were welcoming luigi into them. you had a small blue vibrator pressed against your clit, eyes squeezed shut and lips pursed.

that is, until you hear the door open, and your eyes fling open in shock. horrified, you’re frozen in place as you look up at the man, standing casually in your door frame.

you’re quick to turn the vibrator off, pulling your comforter over your bare body. “what the hell are you doing?” you practically shriek, backing up into the corner of your bed frame.

in seconds, luigi rushes to your side. you react to this, shoving yourself further into the corner and pulling your covers over your head. “hey, stop!”

“i just wanna talk.” his voice is dark.

his hands are everywhere, as if even he’s trying to figure out what to do with them. you thrash against his pull, but it’s too late. he’s got his hands wrapped around your hips, pulling your comforter down so he can see your face.

you’re looking at each other for a brief second— and you realize you know who this is. half of his face is concealed, but you’d recognize those hazel eyes anywhere. his curly dark hair was disheveled, eyes tired as he pulled the mask down to reveal his unshaven face.

you open your mouth to scream, but you’re too late. luigi presses one of his large hands to your mouth, the other still wrapped around your hip, pressing you into the mattress. you squirmed beneath him, yet you knew he was much stronger than you.

“hi, pretty,” luigi stared at you in awe as you finally stopped wriggling underneath his grasp. “you’ve no idea what i’ve got in store for us.”

tears pricked the corners of your eyes, his hand pressed so hard against your mouth that it was starting to make your jaw sore. all you could do was shake your head ‘no’ at him.

which, he ignored. he didn’t even know where he wanted to start with you, couldn’t believe he finally was in this position. he’d only dreamt of the things he was going to do to you once he finally got ahold of you.

“i’m gonna take my hand away, and you’re gonna stay quiet, understood?” luigi asked. you lied there, frozen and unable to respond. “let me know you understand, baby.”

you slowly nodded your head up and down, eyes widened as you stared up at him. you cringed at the pet-name. he was currently sat on the edge of your bed, using all of his weight to hold you down. you weren’t squirming anymore, but he couldn’t risk giving you a moment to flee.

he slid his hand away from your mouth, and you gasped at the ability to take a deep breath.

“wh- what do you want from me?” you whimpered pathetically, which tugged at luigi’s heart strings. you were so helpless beneath him, and this only sent the blood rushing straight to his cock.

“i don’t want anything from you,” he started, stroking your hair gently. the motion made you flinch, yet you let it continue. “i want you.”

that’s when you took a chance.

his grip on your hip had loosened as he caressed your hair, and you took this as an opportunity to get away from him. you jolted upright, mustering enough strength to attempt pushing luigi off of the bed, giving you an escape path.

only, luigi didn’t budge when you pushed him. he swayed back a bit, but it was nothing that caught him off guard.

he chuckled at you cockily before standing up, and you tried to bolt around him. before you could pass him, luigi gripped onto both of your shoulders, body slamming you back down onto the bed.

“please!” you yelled underneath the man. he was on top of you now— his entire weight held you down, his hands angrily shaking you by your shoulders. not to the point where it’d hurt you, but rather as a way to get you to listen to him.

“oh, don’t give me that.” he scoffs, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “who was the one moaning my name?”

your face flushed with embarrassment— he wasn’t wrong.

“get off of me, luigi! this isn’t funny-“

“i was never joking.” his tone is dark, much like the look in his eyes. you really get to take in his features now, being so close to him. his face was lined with scruff as the black gator mask hung from his neck. he had a black beauty mark on his cheek, and his eyes looked so tired. breathing heavily, your eyes met his as he hovered above you. “so pretty, you’re so pretty baby.” he mumbled, mesmerized by you for a few seconds. your eyes flicked to his lips, then back to his darkened eyes.

that’s when they were on you— all over you, actually. his cold lips met yours with haste, pressing into you deeply. you kissed him back, yet your mind still resented this. his tongue eagerly dipped into your mouth, swirling against your own before pulling away. he kissed your cheek, your neck, your tits— his body mass still kept you pressed to your mattress.

“please-“ you half-moaned, all you could do was watch. “you don’t have to do this.” you weakly protested.

“shh, bellisima,” luigi cooed against your bare stomach, his words sending chills down your spine. he pulled away, watching you carefully to make sure you stayed put.

in one swift motion, he pulled his shirt off of his head, biting down on the fabric and letting it hang from his mouth. he took you by your legs, pulling you down further on the bed. you lied there on your back as he took both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. taking his shirt out of his mouth, he then used it to tie your wrists together, above your head.

you fought it at first, thrashing your hands away. but luigi was too strong, and had you tied up in minutes.

“you’ve got no idea how long i’ve wanted to see you like this,” luigi mumbled, propping himself up on his knees so he could take you in. you lied there, completely bare and all for him to take. your hands were tied above your head, too weak to do anything about it. he leaned into your ear, “i know you’ve thought about this too, about us.” he hissed.

“so fuckin’ perfect.” luigi muttered before lying down next to you. he took in every curve, imperfection, and detail there was to you. you lied there, motionless as tears began to spill from your eyes. he ignored them, and began tracing your stomach with his fingertips. this sent electricity through your entire being, the sensitivity of him barely touching you forcing you to buck your hips upwards. “and so needy, mmm.”

“just let me go.” you persisted, back arched against his touch.

“i just want to help you, baby. can’t you see that?” luigi tried explaining before sitting upwards, placing his large hand on your inner thigh. you gasped at the motion, his hand rubbing circles on that sweet spot against the inside of your leg.

“help me with what?” you demanded, your body slowly giving into luigi’s pleasure. your stomach fluttered as his middle finger made its way towards your clit.

“shh, let me just show you.”

with that, luigi’s middle finger and index finger were pressed firmly together, rubbing your clit with slow, agonizing circles. you were already stimulated from before luigi showed up, so this felt like torture. you shifted underneath him, wriggling at his touch.

“see, feels better than that little toy you got, yeah?” he asked, not expecting an answer. you ignored him, squeezing your eyes shut as pleasure soared through you.

“look at me.” he commanded, and you ignored him, keeping your eyes locked shut.

“fucking look at me.” luigi hissed, a short warning before he plunged his two fingers into your core, slick with you. you gasped loudly, eyes flying open as luigi started to fuck you with just his fingers. the pleasure felt unlike anything you’ve experienced before— his fingers curled against those sweet spots that lied deep within. “mhm, my good girl.” he praised you, only picking up speed.

“oh my god—“ you choked out, arms still raised above your head. you couldn’t do anything besides squirm against the pleasure, something that almost sent luigi over the edge. his fingers kept a daringly fast pace and you wondered how he wasn’t tired.

“feels good, yeah baby? you like when these hands fuck you?” he teased, licking his lips at the sight of you coming undone beneath him. all you could do is whimper in response, panting and nodding rapidly. what were you doing?

“god— i can’t wait any longer. don’t fucking move.” luigi demands aggressively, pulling his fingers out of you. they drip with you, and you whine at the bare feeling of him abandoning you. he notices this, and smirks devilishly. “so impatient, yeah? you want this dick?”

“please.” you pleaded— you weren’t sure if it was for him to stop or keep going. before slipping off his sweats, luigi takes both of the fingers that once were inside of you, and raises them to your mouth.

“open.” he commands, and you do. he slides his two long, bulky fingers onto your tongue and you close your lips around them, sucking hard. he slides them so deep that they reach the back of your throat, forcing you to gag lightly. “you’re doing so fucking good for me, such a good girl.” he rewarded you once again, and you decide to surprise him by swirling your tongue around his fingers.

“fuck—“ he groaned. you sent him over the edge. he pulls his fingers out of you, then slides his sweats all the way off, along with his underwear. his cock springs out, and the size is enough to make you panic.

your eyes widen, and you instinctively back up against the head board at the size of his length.

“uh uh,” luigi commands, quick to grab you by your legs and pull you back downwards. “it’s only gonna hurt for a little baby, but you’re gonna take it.”

“no—“ you choked out, eyes glossy.

“don’t be afraid of me,” luigi stroked himself a few times before he was sat in-between your legs, holding them down so he was sure you weren’t able to go anywhere. “i’m what you need.”

“t-too big.” was all you could manage, and he chuckles.

“let’s stretch you out then, yeah?”

without another warning, luigi spit in his hand and stroked himself again, lining his tip up to your core. he wasted no time inserting himself into you, and it took everything in him to not slam his entire length against your cervix.

“owww!” you cried out as the tip of his cock buried inside of you. “fuck!” you screamed, nails digging into his back.

“mmm.” luigi purred into your ear, letting himself stretch you out before pushing himself deeper into you. your eyes blurred, pain searing throughout your lower body.

“luigi—“ you cried. “it- it hurts. stop.”

“pay attention to this, instead.” he instructed before pressing his lips to your neck, sucking down harshly. you cried out, attempting to lift a hand to push his mouth away, but you’re still tied down. he pushed his cock further into you, a deep moan against your skin. he took it upon himself to then bite down at your skin, leaving you howling in pain.

your eyes seared with wetness, the sensation in your neck tingling against his canines as he bit down again, this time even harder. the skin broke, leaving deep blue and purple marks.

he was finally buried deep inside of you— his cock stretching you more than you’ve ever been before. he lingered for a second, looking up at you and wiping the tears away.

“so beautiful.” he whispered before pulling himself out of you, then slamming back in at full force. your entire body seized beneath him, feeling electrified in a way you’ve never felt before.

luigi started slow, yet hard. he rammed into you agonizingly slow, hitting your cervix when he’d go all of the way. his eyes were locked onto yours during every thrust, you biting your lip as obscenities flew from your mouth.

“focus on this, baby.” his voice rasped, and he bit down on your collarbone this time, earning a yelp from you. surprisingly, it was working. the harder he’d bite, the less you felt the pain of you stretching wider to fit his length. “that’s it, my pretty girl.” he mumbled against your skin.

buzzing beneath him, you started to jerk your hips into him, signaling you wanted him to pick up the pace.

“so fuckin’ needy, want me to fill you up, yeah? claim you so you’re all mine.” he growled, his words heavy against your ear.

“i’m not yours…” you trailed, whining. you knew this would potentially set him off, force him to fuck you faster.

“no?” he asked tauntingly, wrapping a hand around your throat as he continued fucking you slowly. he squeezed hard— then harder, and harder, until you started to see black specks cling to your vision. “not mine, huh? sure fuckin’ looks like you belong to me.”

and you were right, this did set him off.

he wrapped his other hand around your throat as well, squeezing as he finally picked up his pace. the pain you once felt now turned into aching pleasure. you felt your lower stomach pit with that heavy feeling— you were becoming seemingly close.

beads of sweat pooled at luigi’s forehead, his hands still glued to your throat as a necklace. you couldn’t focus on one thing: luigi’s cock plunging into you rapidly, your vision becoming blurred from how hard he was choking you, and the pleasure building within. it was all becoming too much, and you needed a release.

“come on baby, come on.” he encouraged you along, angrily bucking his hips so hard that the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping together rapidly. he removed his firm grasp from your throat, a bruise already forming. “god, i’m fuckin’ obsessed with you, y/n. you’re all i think about.”

“i’m— fuck! i’m cumming, lu.” you said through clenched teeth, voice barely above a whisper from how hard he had choked you previously. you let yourself release all over him, your body shuddering in pure satisfaction.

luigi was quick to follow, a few more ragged pumps sending him into his own euphoria. he moaned deep into your ear— a sound you were sure you needed to get tattooed on yourself. he pulled himself out of you before stroking himself, letting his white substance pour all over your stomach.

“oh my god,” he huffed, lazily sprawling out next to you. “y/n- i.” he started as he began untying your wrists.

you were quick to rise to your feet, not caring if you made a mess. before he realized, you were already down the hallway and in your bathroom, door locked.

luigi was seconds behind you, banging at the door the second it slammed in his face. “fuck— y/n! let me take care of you.” he pleaded, pawing at the doorknob.

you took a huge deep breath before taking a good look into the mirror.

huge purple marks dotted your neck, the spots where he bit. you leaned over the counter, wincing as your fingertips grazed over them. a thick, blue ring lined your neck, where his hands once resided.

“holy fuck.” you mumbled to yourself. your hair was a mess, and your makeup smeared down your cheeks.

“baby—“

you swung the door open, greeted by a naked luigi. he stood there, eyes soft this time as he cupped your face in his hands.

it’s like he fucked you dumb, or maybe you were still in shock. you said nothing as he walked you over to your shower, wrapping a towel over your shoulders and sitting you down on the edge of the tub portion.

he started the water, rubbing your leg as he did so.

“let’s clean you up, yeah?” he questioned, and all your could do was nod, your brain mush.

he slid you down into the warm, comforting water. you didn’t even realize it, but you were still shaking ever since he made you finish. you sat there, looking up at the man in awe, as he washed every portion of your body. he’d talk to you, ask you questions, but you just watched. it was as if you were too stunned to speak, cast under a spell by this italian man.

once done, he lifted you out bridal style, your naked body pressed against his. drying you off, he spotted a white fluffy robe, and wrapped it around your body.

“shhh, it’s okay. i’m not going to hurt you.” luigi spoke calmly, his voice as smooth as honey. “let’s get you to bed, okay?”

all you could do was nod at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he picked you up once again.

he set you down on your bed, the sheets a brazen mess from recent events.

“don’t leave.” you choked out.

“now she talks,” luigi grins down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “i’m not.”

luigi carefully watched as your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing slowly becoming heavier with sleep. he watched as you quietly snored peacefully, sending you somewhere else deep in your mind.

“goodnight, pretty.” he kissed your forehead before cuddling up next to you. “finally mine.”

weak for you

summary: after you send luigi a soapy titty pic, he decides to jerk off to it.

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luigi’s phone buzzes against the nightstand, the soft vibration cutting through the heavy silence of his hotel room. he barely hesitates before reaching for it, already hoping it’s from you.

and sure enough, your name glows on the screen, followed by a message that makes his heart ache in the best and worst way.

you: i miss u :(( can’t wait for u to come home tomorrow ❤️

he misses you too. hes been away from you for about a week now, away on a work trip that he didn’t even want to go on in the first place, all shacked up in a shitty, overpriced hotel room bed. it’s too cold without you. too empty. too unfamiliar. he’s used to your warmth, the way you curl into his chest, the way you fit so perfectly against him. now, when he reaches out at night, all he can find is cold sheets and silence. and he hates it. thank god he’s able to come home to you sooner rather than later.

his fingers move quickly as he types back.

luigi: miss you too, can’t wait to see you tomorrow baby

luigi: what are you doing right now? :)

a few seconds pass before another buzz.

you: just got out of the shower :) <3

he shifts uncomfortably in bed, running a hand down his face as his mind betrays him. the thought of you, fresh out of the shower, skin warm and dewy, hair damp as you wrap your warm body in a towel sticks in his head like a dream he can’t shake.

he’s suddenly hyper aware of just how how hard his cock is getting, shielded underneath his boxers. he sucks in a sharp breath, forcing himself to think, to type out a response, but it’s impossible when all he can focus on is thought of you, all naked and beautiful.

luigi: oh yeah? can i see? ;)

just a few minutes later…

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you’re an evil, evil woman.

that’s the first thought that crosses luigi’s mind as he stares at his phone screen, jaw slack, fingers frozen over the keyboard like his brain just turned to mush.

you were beautiful, that much he knew. but in the photo you just sent him? he doesn’t know the right word to adequately describe just how you look now.

there you were, your breasts smothered in delicate, frothy trails of soap, pearlescent in the dim bathroom light. remnants of warm water made everything look impossibly soft, almost unreal.

hes always loved your breasts, sometimes he thinks that the universe made them just for him. they’re soft, and fit perfectly in his hands. they make perfect pillows too. if luigi could choose when he was to die, he’d choose to die wrapped up in your arms, head burrowed against your breasts like a baby, while you caressed his curls, lulling him.

but the more he stares at the picture you sent him, the more he realises that he can’t ignore the throbbing problem in his pants.

he can’t help it, he reaches down and frees himself from his boxers, feeling the cold air of the hotel room pierce against him, and begins to stroke himself slowly while staring at the picture of you on his phone.

he lets out a soft whimper and leans his head back against the pillow, holding the picture up in the air. his mind begins to exhibit various scenarios to him, one being laying next to you in bed, his head resting against your chest, his mouth feeding from your breast while you stroke his cock with one hand, while threading your fingers through his hair with the other.

he wishes it was your hand stroking him instead of his own.

his mind also shows him bending you over the kitchen table and absolutely wrecking you, dominating you. he has your hair in a makeshift ponytail, and he’s rutting his hips into you so desperately while you scream and beg for more. his free hand repeatedly lands harshly on your ass, leaving behind scarlet marks and making it sting.

luigi has always loved fucking you from behind.

he strokes his cock faster, it now being red from the over exertion.

“feels so good baby, yeah…” he whimpers, letting out a breathy moan as the intense burning in his stomach slowly begins to get bigger, more intense.

then, he gets an idea.

he’s still holding his phone with his left hand, so he presses the X button on the top right corner of the photo you sent, and taps the microphone to record a voice message, all whilst still fucking himself with his free hand.

he lets loose. all you’ll hear when you receive it will be the obscene sounds of profanities, moans, and whimpers. but he doesn’t care, he wants you to hear how weak he is for you.

he hits send.

“shit.” he moans, his cock tingling, the coil in his stomach so close to snapping. he stares intently at his phone, awaiting a response from you as he fucks himself all the way to the edge.

letting out a final noise of satisfaction, his toes curl and he finally hits his climax, spilling hot white ribbons of his seed all over himself as he whimpers your name like a prayer.

he’s coming down from his high, thinking that hes finally satisfied, until three dots pop up on his phone screen. snapping him back to reality.

you’re typing. that means you’ve listened to what he sent you. you’ve heard him.

his phone buzzes twice, followed by your two messages flashing on the screen.

you: i love you baby

you: facetime me now ;)

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this is so fucking rushed… and it’s the first time i’ve ever written anything smutty too omg forgive me

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