Holy Hands, Unholy Acts

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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.

soft haven

summary: you and your boyfriend unwind in bed together after you both had tough days.

warnings: fluff, kissing, cuddling, david lynch mention, twin peaks mention, laura palmer mention, kyle mclachlan mention

notes: i dedicate this to @mangioneee and everyone else who sent me a request regarding cuddling with lu in bed :)

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your room is your safe haven tonight, a cozy shield from the heaviness in your heart. you’re curled up tight in the middle of the bed you share with your boyfriend, wrapped in the quilt that smells like a mixture of his cologne and your perfume.

you’re lying in bed, propped up by a couple of worn pillows. a folded throw holds your laptop across your lap, its dim glow casting light over your face and the tangled sheets. you’re watching your favourite show, twin peaks, with agent cooper’s steady voice coming through the laptop. it’s been a rough day, and the heavy feeling lingers. your eyes wander, hardly focused on the screen, lost in your thoughts.

for some reason, you felt numb all day. and all your mind was fixated on was getting home to your warm bed, and unwinding with your favorite show. work plodded along, conversations drained you, and all you wanted was to just go home.

you miss luigi and can’t wait for him to walk through the door.

as if the universe somehow managed to read your mind, sure enough, the bedroom door swings open, and there he stands, a gentle smile spreading across his face, instantly brightening the space.

“hey baby,” luigi says softly, his voice a balm. his gaze locks with yours, weary yet warm, and he moves silently to the bed. “missed you today.” he murmurs, leaning close, his lips grazing yours softly at first, then deepening into a heartfelt kiss, each one easing the heaviness of the day.

you sink into him, your hands resting on his shoulders as the kisses deepens. his fingers graze your cheek, drawing you nearer, and the world slips away. honestly, you could kiss luigi for hours and not get bored.

amidst the kisses, you manage to murmur, “how was your day?” your lips still grazing his, unwilling to break the moment.

he hesitates, his forehead pressing gently against yours, a faint sigh slipping out. “awful.” he admits softly, his tone sad, before his lips find yours again, the kiss deeper, as though seeking refuge in your closeness.

you relish in the kiss briefly, but concern for luigi tugs at you. slowly, you ease back, your hand resting gently on his cheek as you look into his eyes. “why, what happened?” you ask tenderly, voice full of care.

you lift the blanket, beckoning him closer. “cmere.”you say softly, guiding him in. he slips beneath the covers beside you, his warmth close as you pull the blanket over you both, ready to hear him out.

luigi nestles closer, his shoulder grazing yours as he exhales softly. you shift to face him, the faint buzz of twin peaks playing on your laptop fading into the background, your attention focusing on him.

“tell me what’s wrong.” you whisper, your hand slipping under the covers to find his, squeezing gently. he leans in, nuzzling his face against your chest, seeking comfort. you run your fingers through his curls, stroking them softly.

his breathing evens out, his face still nuzzled against your boobs. after a pause, he mumbles, “i keep overthinking at work.” his voice carries a hint of frustration. “it’s like… i’m second guessing every move i make, worried i’ll mess something up. today was just… too much.” he presses himself closer, as if your warmth could untangle his mind.

your fingers run through his curls, gentle and calming. “lu, you’re so smart.” you murmur, your voice full of warmth. “and i’m not just saying that because you’re my boyfriend, there’s really no need to doubt yourself when it comes to anything. you’ve got this incredible mind, one that’s extremely rare to find in people.”

you pull him closer beneath the blanket, the laptop’s faint glow forgotten, hoping he can feel how much you believe in him.

he lets out a soft sigh. “i guess…” he mumbles, his tone uncertain but softening. after a pause, he shifts, his voice quieter. “anyway, that’s enough about me and my bullshit. what about you? you seem sad.”

you hesitate for a second, your fingers slowing in his curls as the day’s weight settles back in. “i’ve just felt… off.” you confess, your voice faint. “i’ve got no clue why, but i just felt so shitty all day, and nothing seemed to shake it.” you lean into him, feeling soothed by his warmth.

luigi lifts his gaze to yours, his eyes warm with quiet concern. “i’m sorry baby, it really hurts me to know you felt that way.” he says softly, his voice sincere. he places tender kisses on your breasts, his arms tightening around your torso. “how about we just stay in bed together for the rest of the evening?”

he pauses, glancing towards the glow of your laptop. “watcha watching?”

your expression brightens, a flicker chasing away your prior sadness. "it’s twin peaks!" you say excitedly, voice warming as you gaze at him. "david lynch directs it, and basically, this girl called laura palmer gets murdered, and kyle mclachlan plays this fbi agent who goes to the town to investigate it, and sooo many weird and supernatural things happen."

you glance at him, anticipating his response, only to find him fast asleep, his head nestled against your chest like a cozy baby.

you roll your eyes, giggle and kiss his head, pulling him closer.

your silly, silly boyfriend.

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hope u all like this :,)

previous work

Luigi with virgin!reader that has the filthiest mouth ever🫣 shocking him every day with a new, filthier phrase

I just know he’d look at you exactly like this, amused, every single time something new and unhinged flies out of your mouth LMAO

🚨BREAKING: Italian AVS political party - claims that Luigi Mangione has a dual American & Italian citizenship and asks Italian government to intervene and stop the U.S. from executing an Italian citizen, as it has done so in the past. Italy abolished the death

Marco Grimaldi, a member of Italian Parliament & the group leader of Alleanza Verdi Sinistra(AVS) has issued the parliamentary question about this. Source:

oh my god i had to screen record this because i needed to show u guys so bad and if i linked it i’d dox myself IMAGINE THIS WITH LU :’(

At least we live in the timeline where Luigi Mangione was blindfolded at some point, and also filmed during it. At least we have that.

POPNYC did their thing for his birthday btw

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

Save a horse ride a cowboy au with Luigi. Maybe Lu’s Halloween costume is a cowboy and he teaches you the hat trick after you take his hat and put it on your own head? 😋

Ok imagine your friends are forcing you to go to a frat party. It’s Halloween but all you want to do is stay home and watch Halloween movies, binging on candy and fast food. You made zero effort with your costume, throwing on a black top and mini skirt, drawing some whiskers onto your cheeks with eyeliner.

“I’m a cat” you tell your friends, who are looking at you with confusion.

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You arrive at the party and are drawn to the drinks Your friends are long gone, going off to find their partners engaging in whatever it is people enjoy doing at parties.

“Meow” you hear from behind you.

You spin around, spilling the shot in your hand, to place your eyes on Luigi. He’s dressed as a cowboy with blue jeans, a checkered shirt and a straw hat. He even went as far as wearing cowboy style boots, which you are so sure he bought especially for tonight.

“Luigi! I’m glad to see you here. Meow, back”

“Haha I thought it was you. A cat huh? How original” he says, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips.

You roll your eyes and scoff. “Oh yeah? A cowboy? Wow how original.” You laugh back, playfully swatting his shoulder.

You grab another two shot glasses, downing one and passing the other to Luigi. He downs the shot, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and immediately grabbing another cup.

“Wow slow down there, billy the kid” you say, grabbing his hat and placing it on your head.

He finishes the second shot and looks at you, cocking his head to the side. “You’re not familiar with the rule, I assume.”

You simply laugh, furrowing your brows with confusion. “You’re such a nerd, what rule?”

“You know, the rule,” he wipes his mouth again, observing your face, waiting for a reaction. “Oh shit, you actually don’t know.” He laughs, placing a hand on your hips, pulling you in.

You stumble forwards into him, falling into his unbelievably muscular body. You place a hand onto his chest to steady yourself.

Luigi leans in close, whispering into your ear. “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” He pulls away, smirking, lifting his eyebrows.

Your jaw is slack, shocked at the filthy words leaving his mouth. “Well we can’t break the rules now, can we!” You say, looking around to make sure no one heard. You take a step back and he taps the rim of the hat still resting on your head. The hat tips forwards, covering your eyes. You pull the hat off handing it back to him.

“Oh no no, keep it on. You gotta wear the hat if you want to ride” luigi cringes a little at his own words and you take the hat back, laughing and shaking your head.

You place it back into your head, taking his hand. “Lead the way, cowboy.” You tell him.

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In Luigi’s bedroom, he helps you out of your clothes, as you stumble across his bedroom. You break the kiss momentarily, long enough for him to pull your top off and go back to messily making out.

You help him undo his belt, and unbutton his jeans as he kicks off his boots. He trips and falls back, landing on the bed. You fall with him, landing on top of him.

He rolls you off of himself to wiggle out of his jeans and then grabs your hips, pulling you back towards him. You straddle his hips and he pushes himself up, placing his hands on the bed, supporting himself.

Before you can take the hat off you hear luigi tell you, “what did I say, the hat stays on”.

You roll your eyes, giggling. “Want me to ride you or not?”