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The door shut behind him with a quiet click.

Luigi hadn’t been home in seven days,his family needed him, work dragged him across the city, and he missed her so bad he’d jacked off in a hotel shower more than once just thinking about her thighs around his head,but nothing, nothing prepared him for what he walked into. Red light spilled out from the bedroom, casting shadows up the hallway. The house smelled like vanilla musk and something darker,something feral.Music pulsed low from the speakers. Shakira, She Wolf. He squinted into the glow.

And then he saw her.

Hair twisted up like a crown, heels strapped tight, red lace stretched across her body like it had been painted on. The lingerie was obscene,thin ribbons framing her curves, sheer mesh between her thighs, nipples barely hidden behind lace and tension. She stood in front of a pole.

No greeting.

No kiss.

Just a glare tossed over her shoulder. He dropped his duffel bag without blinking.

“Babe,” he breathed.

“Sit,” she snapped.

He obeyed. Chair. Corner of the room. She moved toward the mirror like she owned the night. He could barely keep his hands from shaking.She gripped the pole and,spun,slow, controlled, thighs tight, hips rolling with unholy precision. She didn’t break eye contact. Not once. Her reflection stared him down, dragging her fingers along the inside of her own thigh. Then she bent forward, the lace stretching across her ass, and slid into a split like she was born for it.

Luigi’s throat dried.

“You didn’t think I’d learn while you were gone?” she murmured, barely audible over the music. “Did you think I’d sit here waiting? All soft? All obedient?”

“Jesus,” he rasped.

“I’ve been patient. Good. Cooking. Folding. Moaning when you asked.”

She turned. Bent backward until her hair grazed the floor. “And what did I get for it? A kiss over FaceTime and some promises.”

He swallowed, hard. “I missed you.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” she said, deadpan, strutting toward him now. “You don’t get to touch me just because you missed me.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him. Ran one single finger up the length of his thigh. Watched him twitch. Then pulled back.

“I could come right now. Make myself do it. Wouldn’t even need you.”

His jaw clenched.

“You wouldn’t.”

She stood again. Turned around. Bent over in front of the mirror and slid her hand under the lace. Just like that. Luigi’s chair scraped against the floor.He was behind her in two strides, grabbing her wrist and wrenching her back against his chest. But she fought. Elbow to his ribs. Knee against his thigh. She writhed like something untamable, and all he could do was hold on.

“You don’t get to play with me and act surprised when I break the game,” he growled into her ear.

“I told you not to touch me,” she hissed. “Want me? Earn it.”

He shoved her against the mirror.

And she smiled.

That was the moment he snapped. He grabbed her jaw and kissed her like a punishment, rough, teeth and tongue, hand pressing her chest against the glass. His other hand yanked her lace aside, fingers slipping between her legs.

“Already wet?” he hissed. “All that teasing just for me?”

“For me,” she spat back. “I got myself like this.”

He bit her shoulder. Hard. And she moaned. Nails scraped down the mirror. Her reflection was flushed, wild-eyed, mouth open. She looked like she was ready to kill him or ride him until he begged. He freed himself from his sweats with one hand, lining up behind her, grabbing her hips like they were the last things tethering him to sanity.

“No more games,” he muttered.

“No promises,” she shot back.

And then he pushed in. Her gasp cracked open the room. He slid in slow,thick, pulsing, deep, and she shuddered, forehead pressed to the mirror. He paused only when he bottomed out, letting her feel just how much he missed her.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re so—tight—”

She rolled her hips back. “Then do something about it.”

He did.

Thrust after thrust, harder, deeper, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. Her red lace was pushed aside, twisted around her thighs, his hand tangled in the straps like reins. She stared at herself in the mirror while he wrecked her, biting her own lip, dragging her fingers over her nipples until he knocked her hand away.

“That’s mine,” he growled. “All of you is mine.”

She laughed,wild and breathless.

“Then take it.”

He lifted her leg onto the mirror ledge and pounded up into her, teeth at her neck, nails clawing into her hip. She threw her head back and bit him,right on the trap. He jerked, groaned, fucked her harder.

“I missed this pussy,” he muttered. “I missed how you fight me for it.”

“You never win,” she spat.

“You let me win.”

And then she tightened,legs trembling, walls pulsing around him,and he lost it. Drove into her with reckless desperation until he was snarling, buried deep, coming so hard he saw stars. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, chest heaving. They stayed like that for a moment. Breathless. Sweaty. Shaking. Then she turned her head and licked the blood off his lip.

He stared at her. Completely gone.

“I’m not soft,” she whispered.

He kissed her again. Slower this time.

“I know,” he said. “But you’re mine.”

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The apartment smelled like sex, sweat, and her perfume. Sunlight filtered in through the half-closed blinds, slanting across the floorboards in sleepy gold stripes. The music had long stopped. The mirror was still smudged with her fingerprints. The red lace she’d worn lay crumpled near the base of the pole like a dead thing,thoroughly used, ripped at the hip, damp with everything they couldn’t say out loud. Luigi lay flat on his back in bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other reaching toward the empty side of the mattress.

She was gone.

A second later, he heard the soft clink of a mug on the kitchen counter and the pad of bare feet on hardwood. Then, her voice, smug and slow.

“You’re limping.”

He cracked one eye open and turned his head. There she stood his fucking nightmare in disguise,wearing nothing but his black UPenn hoodie, hood up, legs bare, sipping from a “Bite Me” coffee mug like she hadn’t broken him in half twelve hours ago. Her neck was marked. Her thighs looked sore. But she walked like a queen after conquest.He groaned and let his arm drop. “You bit me.

“You liked it.”

“You tried to draw blood.”

“I did draw blood.”

He sat up and immediately winced. She raised her brows. “Aww, baby’s sore?”

He looked down at his chest,bruises on his collarbone, tiny teeth marks near his shoulder. His abs hurt. His thighs ached. His ego was nowhere to be found.She turned away, giving him a full view of her bare ass peeking out under the hem of his hoodie, and opened the fridge.

“Hey,” he muttered, voice still hoarse from last night, “what the fuck was that?”

She leaned on the counter, sipped her coffee, and licked a drip from her bottom lip. “What? The pole? The mirror? The biting? The way you begged me not to come without you watching?He dragged a hand down his face. “Yes. All of it.”

She looked over her shoulder, eyes gleaming. “That was me being nice.”

He laughed,soft and disbelieving. “I was gonna make you dinner. Light some candles. Be sweet.”

“You were gone for a week,” she said, setting her mug down. “I needed to remind you what you were missing.”

“You think I forgot?”

“You didn’t forget,” she said, walking slowly toward him now, “but I needed you to feel it.”

She climbed onto the bed, straddling him before he could sit up fully. He looked up at her, hands on her thighs, hood still framing her face like a halo.

“You’re dangerous,” he said.She leaned down, lips brushing his. “You like danger.”

He kissed her, deep and slow, both hands grabbing her ass now, grinding her against him lazily.

“Don’t tease,” she warned. “Unless you want round two right now.”

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re serious.”

Her smile was all teeth.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” he said, kissing the curve of her jaw.

“You’ll need to carry me to the kitchen first.”

“You didn’t seem so helpless last night.”

She rocked her hips into his slowly, and his breath caught.

“I let you win,” she whispered.

He grinned. “Yeah, baby. I know.”

And when she bit his lip again, slow and soft, he realized something….She was still hungry,and he was never leaving again.

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Last fic for the weekend maybe (:

@luigisbambinaaa said this to me in dms yesterday and i can’t stop thinking about it 😣 imagine jerking off priest luigi in the confessional while making him recite bible verses or you won’t let him cum 😣😣

oh my goddddd 😣😣😣😣😣

omg okay imagine this: you’re pregnant and you’re in that part of the pregnancy where your milk starts coming in and you do notice but do not say anything. since you and Luigi are horn dogs, even more so after you’ve become pregnant, one day you’re riding him slowly in bed. Like, he came home from work, you fed him dinner, he massaged your feet while talking about his day and y’all move to the bedroom….. and now you’re bouncing on his lap. And of course he’s got his hands and mouth all over your tits. He has been sucking on them for so long that suddenly, he feels something wet in his mouth and he’s like???? then you both look down to see that you’ve started leaking and you’re like 🫢 but he’s so gone that you feel his cock twitch inside you and he goes back to sucking on your boobs even harder.

You’re dumbfounded and aroused (ofc) and go, “Luigi what..😧”

And he’s just looking up at you all doe-eyed and innocent, all the while sucking on your nipples with a little bit of milk over his mouth

(I’m going to hell for this, forgive me lord)

GIRL ILY FOR THIS

omfg im literally insane i’ve thought so many times about riding him while you’re pregnant and he’s tasting your milk😣😣😣 oh my god

AND HES LOOKING UP AT U LIKE THIS😣😣 GUYS

can i just say i had a dream i was trying to escape a toxic ex bf in nyc and my friend told me they knew someone that was good at disappearing and i met luigi in my dream and as we were leaving he was so set on stopping by Dunkin’ Donuts and while we were in there i was like yeah dude i see why you got arrested in McDonald’s the first time and he told me to shut up lmaoooo

how are y’all dreaming about him pls let me know 😭🙏🏻 I wanna be part of the club too cuz wdym I’ve been down bad for this man for the better part of the year and still haven’t had a dream yet???

lol literally like wtf... im having fomo

“377 people were murdered in New York City in 2024; only one, however—the December 4, 2024, shooting of United Healthcare CEO Brian Thompson—has led to a legal tug-of-war between state and federal prosecutors as they fight for who controls the fate of 26-year-old Luigi Mangione.”

The introductory statement provided in the overview of the recent affirmation in support of the motion filed by Karen Friedman Agnifilo, legal counsel for Luigi Mangione, seeking to suppress evidence related to the New York state case charges.

GIVE ME THIS SICILIAN MAN RN.

happy 27th gi 🍓💕💕 we love you baby

Bro always got that first set of buttons unbuttoned to show off a lil chest 😩