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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

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.

so hawt 😣

EoO

The bass inside the club was already in her bloodstream, pounding through her chest like a second heartbeat. She wasn’t even trying to dance anymore,she was just feeling it, letting the song move her hips.

“Perreo, baby. Sobeteo, baby.

Tra-tra, baby. Hasta abajo, baby…”

Her hands slid down her thighs. The green dress clung to her sweat-slicked curves. Every step was deliberate. Every sway of her hips was meant for him.

Luigi.

He hadn’t looked away once. Leaning back on the VIP couch, broad arms stretched across the top, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. That look in his eyes? It was a warning. A promise. And a breaking point all at once. He didn’t say a word when he stood. Just moved. Straight through the crowd, like no one else existed. When he reached her, he didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. His hand wrapped around her wrist, and his mouth brushed her ear as he said, “You think I’m just gonna watch you dance like that?”

He pulled her through the bodies, through the heat and flashing lights, to the curtain behind the velvet ropes. The VIP room pulsed with muffled music, red lighting, and privacy,barely. The walls were thin, and the bass still slammed like a heartbeat in heat.

“En la disco, baby, yo te cojo, baby…

Tra-tra, baby. Tra-tra, baby…”

He shoved her back against the couch. His mouth was on hers in an instant,biting, devouring, filthy. The kiss was a declaration. Of need. Of claim. Of every unspoken thing they both wanted.

“Turn around,” he rasped. “Now.”

She obeyed,hands braced against the cushions, dress shoved up, panties already soaked. Luigi undid his belt with one hand and shoved his jeans low. He ran two fingers through her folds and groaned at how wet she was.

“Dale, mami, pégate, vírate…

Si me miras mucho sabes que voy a besarte…”

“You’ve been teasing me all fucking night,” he hissed, lining himself up behind her. “You wanted this. You earned it.”

And then he slammed into her,deep, rough, unapologetic. She gasped, grabbing the couch for support, eyes fluttering as he set a brutal pace. Every thrust hit with the rhythm of the song outside. It wasn’t just sex, it was perreo incarnate.

“Mani, yo sé que tú te vuelves loca

Cuando el perreo te azota…”

He was grinding into her like the beat told him to. Skin slapping, her moans rising in time with the chorus. The song dripped through the walls, dirty and perfect.

“En la disco, baby, te lo meto, baby

Aquí mismo, baby, delante de tu baby…”

“You hear that?” he growled in her ear, fucking her so hard her knees shook. “They’re playing our song. This beat? It’s mine. Just like you.”

She moaned something desperate,his name, a plea, a yesyesyes lost in rhythm and sweat.

“Te lo tiro en la espalda, body paintin’…”

“I should finish right here. All over you. Paint your back like the lyrics say,” he panted, fingers digging into her hips. “But you’ve been too fucking good. You want it inside, don’t you?”

She nodded frantically, barely able to speak. He grabbed her throat lightly, still moving inside her, rough and deep. His voice dropped to a snarl.

“Say it.”

“Inside, Lu—please. I want it inside.”

“Bellaqueo, baby. Tú y yo solos, baby…”

He was losing it. He thrust faster, harder, until she was screaming his name into the velvet. Her orgasm hit like a wave. Her whole body trembled. Legs shaking. Eyes rolled back. Luigi came with a grunt,deep inside her, teeth gritted, muscles locked. It was messy. Loud. Perfect. Silence,except the final line of the song bleeding through.

“Perreo, baby. Tra-tra, baby.”

He didn’t pull out. Just leaned into her, breathing hard against her back.

“You dance for me like that again,” he whispered, “and I’ll fuck you in the middle of the floor next time. Song or not.”

Her thighs were still shaking. Every step back into the club sent a soft aftershock through her core,warm, sticky, his. But she held her head high. Smirked. Adjusted her dress just enough to cover the bruises on her hips, even though the hem clung higher now. Even though the gloss was wiped clean from her lips and her mascara was threatening to run. Luigi followed close behind, chest still rising, hair a little messy, jaw clenched like he was fighting the urge to pull her right back into that room.

“En la disco, baby, te lo meto, baby…”

The beat hadn’t changed. Still Bad Bunny. Still EoO. Still echoing with every filthy thing they’d just done.

And she didn’t wait.

She stepped back into the center of the floor, right under the lights, and started moving again. Hips slow. Deliberate. Not performing this time,owning it. Luigi froze. Eyes locked on her like she’d just slapped him across the face with her pussy. The crowd moved around her, but he saw nothing else. She turned, backed into him, ass pressing against his jeans, and threw her arms around his neck.

“You gonna fuckin’ behave now?” he muttered, voice low, lips brushing her temple.

“No,” she whispered back, grinding against him. “Not when you’re still hard.”

And he was. Already. The second her body met his again, the second that song kept going.

“Bellaqueo, baby. Tú y yo solos, baby…”

He slid his hand down her side, over the curve of her ass, gripped tight,and pulled. Right there, in front of everyone. She gasped softly, head falling back to his shoulder.

“You’re dripping down your thighs,” he growled. “You came so hard for me, and now you’re out here shameless.”

She turned her head toward his and smiled. “I want them to see what you do to me.”

That broke him. Luigi’s hand slid under her dress again,right there, on the dance floor. The lights stuttered, the bass slammed, bodies pressed around them like smoke and heat and sweat.

His fingers grazed her inner thigh, then higher.

“You want me to finger you right here, baby?” he murmured, breath hot against her ear. “With my cum still inside you?”

She choked on a gasp. “Lu—fuck.”

And he did it. Slid two fingers between her legs and felt the slick mess he left inside her.

“Tra-tra, baby. Tra-tra, baby…”

“Goddamn,” he whispered. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

She gripped his arm, trembling.

“Keep dancing,” he ordered, lips brushing her ear. “Let ‘em watch. Let ‘em know.”

She moved her hips. Slowly. Sensually. And he kept his hand under her dress, fingers stroking her just enough to make her clench. Just enough to keep her right on edge. They were in the middle of a crowd and she was about to come again.

“You’re disgusting,” she moaned softly.

“You love it,” he smirked.

“Aquí mismo, baby, delante de tu baby…”

She didn’t come,not yet. He pulled his hand away before she tipped over, sucked his fingers into his mouth, slow and filthy, right as a flash of lights hit them.

“I’m not done with you,” he whispered, licking her taste off his knuckles. “We’re not even close.”

They barely made it past the bathroom door before he was on her again. The bass from the club still echoed through the walls, thudding like a pulse behind them. She stumbled back, hand on the sink, chest heaving. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips swollen. And Luigi looked like he was starving.

“You didn’t come on the dance floor,” he said, voice low, dangerous, eyes raking down her body like he was about to ruin it again. “That’s a problem.”

Before she could answer, he spun her, lifted her up by the thighs, and sat her on the cold porcelain sink. Her dress bunched around her hips. The mirror behind her caught everything,her dazed expression, his broad frame between her legs, the sweat shining on both their skin.

“Lu—someone might come in,” she whispered.

“I fuckin’ hope they do,” he growled, sinking to his knees like she was an altar and he was born to worship. She gasped when his mouth met her thighs,soft at first. Open-mouthed kisses, biting gently. Then he dragged his tongue through her folds and groaned like he was tasting her for the first time.

“You still taste like me,” he whispered. “So fucking messy. My good little slut.”

She moaned, thighs trembling, grabbing his curls with both hands.

“Quiet, baby,” he teased, looking up at her with those ruined, desperate eyes. “There’s someone in the next stall.”

She heard it then,a toilet flush. A shuffle. The slam of a door. Someone was right there, unaware,or maybe not. But Luigi didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. His tongue moved fast, filthy, circling her clit while two fingers slid inside her like they belonged there. She bucked against his face. Tried to hold back her moans but failed. He licked, sucked, pumped her full until she was grinding on his tongue.

“You wanna come?” he asked, voice muffled against her cunt. “Then you better do it fast and quiet, baby. I’m not stopping ‘til you soak my face.”

She came hard, legs clamped around his head, hand slamming over her mouth to muffle the scream. Her whole body locked, trembled, then slumped against the mirror. Luigi stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“You should see yourself,” he smirked. “You look like sin.”

And she did,smudged, wrecked, and glowing. She hopped off the sink, legs wobbly, dress clinging to her damp thighs.

“You done with me?” she asked, breathless. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush to him.

“Not even fucking close.”

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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.

ok but nerdy college luigi trying to get you jealous at a party by talking to another girl but then u leave w another guy and he’s all pouty next morning during lecture 🧘‍♂️

Omg, and he’s just sitting there with his arms crossed, lips all pouty, nose scrunched up, looking like the biggest diva to ever walk into a room

he’s so pretty omfg imagine looking over and seeing him in ur class

oh my god 😩

honeymoon with lu headcanons

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ he’d take y࣪ou to sicily for your honeymoon of course, because he’d wanna show you where his family roots are, also because sicily is the PERFECT place for a honeymoon :,)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you’d spend your time hiking, biking around and going to various popular tourist destinations, with luigi constantly taking photos of you with his digital camera like the good traditional man he is.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ speaking of him taking photos of you, on your honeymoon he’d take soo many dirty pics of you, such as ones of you with his cock in your mouth, photos of you sucking your own cum off of his fingers and photos of you with him inside you ;)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you’d make so many dirty videos during your honeymoon, some of them would last for hours

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ the sex would be amazing, multiple rounds a day, sometimes you’d just have slow romantic sex, other times he’d be fucking you in pronebone (i’m so sorry, i saw the opportunity and just had to take it) while moaning into your ear about how happy he is that you’re finally his wife

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ whenever you’re at your villa you’re both either naked or in swimming clothes, no inbetween

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ he loves telling people you’re on your honeymoon, when you guys were on a tour of the valley of the temples he told the tour guide you guys were on your honeymoon and you were like 🙄🙄🙄🙄

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you’d also take photos of him too when he’s not looking because he’s just sooo :(

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ at night when you’re not having sex you’d find yourselves cuddling skin to skin in bed together while you plan out your future :(((

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ there’d be a pool in your villa and because of this you’d pretty much walk around in your bikini whenever you’re there, which means that luigi would definitely be fucking the shit out of you multiple times a day, but you don’t mind one bit. you love it

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you and him found this secluded part of the beach to go to, and made AMAZING use of it by having sex in a spot right by a bush.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you were on top the whole time riding him, and he had his camera out recording and couldn’t get enough of how sexy you looked.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “look at you, fucking your husband in public” 🤭🤭

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ your honeymoon lasted about a month, simply because you both have very stressful lives back home and wanted to get away for as long as you can

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you’d tell him to not buy you stuff, you feel like you don’t need anything considering you’re already on your honeymoon with your husband which is enough, but he always buys you expensive gifts when your back is turned and you always roll your eyes at him and scold him, but you love and appreciate the gifts anyway <3

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ one time he lifted you up, opened the window, sat you on the windowsill and fucked you so hard even though there was a high chance that someone could’ve walked by and seen, but he didn’t care. and that’s how your first baby was conceived ;))

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i’m so sorry this isn’t longer i’ll be honest it’s because i ran out of ideas, but i hope u all like this regardless 😭❤️

Full of me. Made for me

Part3 of birthday boy

The light woke you before anything else did. Not bright. Not harsh. Just soft morning sun, warm and golden, sliding across the bedsheets like it had been waiting for permission to touch you. You barely opened your eyes. Your limbs felt heavy, deliciously sore, the inside of your thighs sticky and raw in the aftermath of the night before. Your body pulsed gently beneath the surface,fucked-out and aching in ways that felt like they meant something.

And when you shifted—

You felt it.

The weight.

The fullness.

The heat.

Luigi was still inside you.

His body was pressed against your back, one arm curved under your head, the other sprawled across your stomach like he was holding something precious. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, the scratch of his stubble against your shoulder, the soft hum of his breath against the shell of your ear.

And you could feel his cock. Soft, thick, warm, still seated deep inside your cunt, resting there like he never wanted to leave.

And God… you didn’t want him to.

You didn’t even move. Just let yourself sink into it, into him, as the dull ache between your legs pulsed like a heartbeat. You could feel the mess between your thighs, the slow, sticky drip of his cum from the night before leaking out around where he still filled you. And then he moved. Not much. Just the slow curl of his fingers across your belly, the soft twitch of his cock inside you.

Then his voice, low, gravel-thick, still laced with sleep.

“Don’t move.”

You smiled into the pillow, breath catching.

“Lu…”

“You’ll spill me, baby,” he mumbled against your neck, voice warm and groggy. “I spent all night filling you. I want it to stay.”

His hips shifted, barely, just enough for the head of his cock to nudge your walls. Your body clenched around him instinctively, like it couldn’t bear to let him go.

He groaned, voice thickening.

“Still so warm around me. So fucking good.”

You whimpered, arching your back just slightly. That was all it took. He hardened inside you. Slow. Thick. Deep.

“Shit—don’t do that,” he whispered, dragging his hand up your side. “Not unless you want me to fuck you again.”

“Maybe I do,” you whispered.

He smiled against your shoulder.

“Of course you do. My greedy girl.”

His cock swelled even more, pressing deep, twitching like it knew exactly where it belonged. And still, he didn’t thrust. He just stayed there.

Inside you. Heavy and warm.

“Can feel my cum dripping outta you, bella.”

His voice was lower now, more awake. Hungrier. “Made such a mess of you last night. And you let me. So fucking good for me.”

You could feel it sliding out, thick and wet down your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. He reached between your legs, fingers dragging slowly over your folds.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Still leaking. You feel that, baby?”

You nodded, gasping when his fingers pushed some of it back in.

“Gotta keep you full,” he whispered, still rubbing soft circles over your clit. “Need it to take. You want that, don’t you? Want me to fuck a baby into you?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “Lu, yes… I want it.”

That broke him. He started to thrust. Not rough. Not fast. Just deep. Controlled. Worshipful. “I’ll do it. I’ll give you everything. You want my baby, I’ll make sure you get it. I’ll fill you every night if I have to.”

You moaned, your hands gripping his as he pressed into your stomach, slow strokes that felt like promises. You could feel your body fluttering around him again, sensitive, needy, soaking wet from how full you were.

“You think it’ll be a girl?” you asked quietly, voice barely holding together. He kissed your neck, still rocking into you.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “And if it is… I wanna name her Luna.”

You blinked. “Luna?”

“Mm.”

Another thrust.

“She’ll shine in the dark. Just like her mama.”

Your breath hitched.

And he smiled.

“You’re gonna look so fucking beautiful pregnant.”

He nuzzled your shoulder. “Round and glowing and dripping with me every night.”

You moaned, legs trembling.

“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing your stomach with soft fingers. “We’ll stay like this a little longer. Keep me inside. Keep me safe.”

And so you did. You stayed there. Pressed against him. His cum still inside you. His cock still hard. And your future starting to grow.

You’d known for three days. Three days of waking up dizzy.

Three days of pulling on your shirt only to pause when your chest ached.

Three days of looking in the mirror and wondering, “Is it happening already?”

You didn’t tell him. Not right away. Not until you knew. Not until the second line appeared and the air left your lungs and the world tilted into something entirely new.

And now… here you were. Sitting on the bathroom floor. Still holding the test in both hands like it might disappear. You hadn’t cried. Not yet. But then you heard him. Keys in the door. Shoes on the floorboards. That soft voice of his from down the hall.

“Babe? You home?”

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Your fingers gripped the edge of the counter. You knew you should’ve told him differently. Over dinner. In bed. Wrapped around him the way you always were.

But it was now.

The bathroom door creaked open.

And the second he saw your face....

He froze.

“Baby…”

His voice dropped. You didn’t have to say anything. You just turned the test slightly in your hand, holding it out with trembling fingers.

His eyes scanned it.

Then your face.

Then your stomach.

And then he dropped.

No hesitation. No fear.

Just knees on the tile. Hands on your thighs. His breath stuttering in his throat like his heart had stopped and started again in the same beat.

“You’re pregnant?”

It wasn’t a question. It was awe. You nodded. That was all it took. His eyes filled red at the edges, jaw clenching like he was trying not to break apart in front of you. His hands, those warm, gentle, so fucking sure hands, slid up under your shirt and rested flat against your stomach.

“I knew it,” he whispered. “I fucking knew it.”

You were crying now, soft, quiet tears rolling down your cheeks.

He leaned in.

Pressed his lips right above your navel.

One kiss. Two. Then three.

Like a prayer.

“Thank you,” he said against your skin. “Thank you for giving me this. Thank you for letting me put a baby in you.”

You laughed through your tears, burying your hands in his curls.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad, Lu.”

He looked up at you, eyes glassy, lips parted—and you saw it hit him. All of it. The weight. The beauty. The way you were already carrying something, the two of you made.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he said, voice thick and cracked. “Both of you. I’ll do everything. Anything. I’ll never let you lift a finger again.”

“Lu—”

“No, baby, listen to me.”

He sat back on his heels, palms pressed flat to your thighs, eyes on your belly like it already held the sun.

“You’re mine. You’re carrying my child. You’re the mother of my fucking baby. There is nothing in this world more important than you.”

And then, like he couldn’t take it, he leaned in again, pushed your legs apart, and pressed his mouth to the inside of your thigh.

Then lower.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. “Let me show you how much I love you for this.”

His hands gripped your hips. His breath was hot between your legs. And you let him. You let him worship you, the way a man does when he realizes he’s just been given everything he’s ever wanted.

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