Prof Mangione Who Has His Home Screen On His MacBook Pro Set To A Picture Of You And Him Posing And Smiling

I will support this man till the end of time and I have this gut feeling he will prevail. No matter what, I will keep hope 💚

karen dropped the pre trial motion in the state case!! https://www.luigimangioneinfo.com/updates/

Omg.

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.

bliss

warnings: none just fluff :)

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you always tease your boyfriend for being a heavy sleeper. honestly, the world could be ending, and he’d still be snoring his little head off. he always blushes and denies it, but you’ve seen the proof. especially this morning.

you hear your alarm that you set last night blaring as you wake from your slumber, feeling the warmth of the bed, of the boy in your arms who’s dead to the world, who has his face nestled between your breasts like they’re his personal pillow.

“lu…” you utter his name softly, while trying to move. “i have to get up and get ready for work, and so do you. you gotta go to work too.”

he doesn’t budge. not even a little. you just hear a sleepy sigh come out of him as he burrows further into you like a stubborn cat.

“lu,” you try again, shaking his shoulder gently. still nothing. how he’s able to sleep through your alarm blaring as loud as a siren you will never understand.

you huff, resorting to poking his cheek. “come on, baby, wake up.”

finally, you gently lift up his head and press a kiss to both of his cheeks, showing his beauty marks some love, then…

“i’m up, i’m up,” he mumbles groggily, cracking one eye open.

you roll your eyes, but the fond smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “and you always love to tell me that you aren’t a heavy sleeper.”

he groans dramatically, planting kisses onto your breasts. “shut up…” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

you smile wider. he’s always such a soft baby in the mornings.

“anyway,” you giggle, slipping your fingers into his rowdy curls and giving them a light tug. “we need to shower.”

he sighs, reluctant, his head now buried in the crook of your neck. “too early…” he murmurs, his voice still sleepy.

“you say that every morning,” you tease, nudging him. “come on, we both have jobs to get to. besides, you smell like sleep and laziness.”

“meannnnnn!” he whines, finally letting you go and stretching with a yawn. you take the opportunity to grab your phone and finally put an end to your deafening alarm.

“thank you,” you coo, giving the phone a triumphant glare before tossing it aside.

luigi groans again but sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “do we have toooo?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep. his eyes are half open, and your heart melts as you take in just how much he resembles an innocent little boy getting dragged out of bed on a weekend.

“yes we have to,” you smile as you get out of bed to stand up and stretch. “i told you baby, we both have to go to work, otherwise we’ll both be poor!” you giggle again, taking his hand to remove him from the comfort of the blankets.

he sighs, but eventually, follows you toward the bathroom. he stumbles behind you, clinging to your hand as if he might fall back into bed if you let go.

you enter the bathroom, flicking on the light as he exhales, still clinging to you. “too bright…” he mutters, squinting.

you let go of his hand and pull your underwear, the only piece of clothing you wore to bed last night, off. it always got too warm in your room at night, so underwear was the only thing you’d wear to sleep. luigi never minded though, it meant that he could just snuggle his face into your breasts like a baby.

“now come on,” you nudge him playfully. “strip!”

he sluggishly hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his calvin kleins. with a tired huff, he pulls them down, stepping out of them clumsily, still half asleep. you can’t help but smile as he wobbles slightly, blinking against the bathroom light. he’s just so cute.

even when he’s in this state, he’s beautiful. you’ve always loved his body. yes you love it in a sexual way, but also in a way that makes your heart feel content. the way his toned abs glisten in the bathroom lighting, the subtle definition along his waist, the faint marks from where he’s stretched and grown. he’s warm and familiar, the kind of person who feels like home even when he’s doing something as simple as standing there, blinking sleepily at you.

you’re snapped back to reality when you hear him ask you a question, his voice not sounding sleepy anymore, but rather shy.

“why are you staring at me?”

you blink, caught, but you don’t deny it. instead you step forward, softly running a hand down his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “i just love looking at you.” you admit.

luigi blinks at you for a second before a slow, lopsided smirk tugs at his lips. the shyness gone, his eyes now shimmering with something smug. “yeah?” he hums, tilting his head. “can’t get enough of me, huh?”

you roll your eyes and plant a kiss on his cheek, before pulling your hand away from his chest and heading towards the shower. “don’t let it get to your head now!” you tease, though the fondness in your voice betrays you.

he chuckles, standing up a little straighter, clearly enjoying the attention. “too late.”

just as you step into the shower, you feel his hand smack your bare ass, making you yelp.

“luuuuu!” you squeal, and you whirl around to find him grinning, looking far too pleased with himself.

“sorry,” he hums, not looking sorry at all. “saw the opportunity right in front of me and i just had to take it. especially when you’re right in front of me looking like that.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but with the way your boyfriend is rubbing the sleep crust from his tear ducts, looking all adorable, makes it impossible for you to be angry at him. not that you are angry, if anything you love it. you love the way that even though he’s half asleep, he’s still playful. you love the way that he feels as though he can touch any part of your body without hesitation.

shaking your head, you turn on the shower and grab his wrist, tugging him under the water. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet you love me,” he teases, pressing a wet kisses to your forehead. “you love me sooo much.”

you try to feign nonchalance, but you can’t help but smile. “i do.”

the warm water flows over both of you, the steam rising around you, creating a soft, peaceful haze. luigi’s grin fades into a relaxed smile as you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his damp chest.

he lets out a happy huff, one hand gently running through your hair as he holds you close.

“this is nice,” he murmurs, placing kisses into your now wet hair. “mornings like this… make getting up early almost worth it.”

you smile against him, savoring the simple comfort of being wrapped up in his embrace. “see? waking up early isn’t all bad!” you tease.

he chuckles quietly, rubbing your back as the water continues to get warmer. “maybe… but only if i get to do this with you every morning.”

you tighten your hold on him, feeling his warmth seep into you. work, your other responsibilities, all of a sudden seem so far away. right now, it’s just the two of you, sharing this quiet, blissful moment.

you could get used to this.

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i’m so sorry if this is bad omg i haven’t written anything in years! i thought that after today’s news that this might lift the mood :) let me know what u guys think of this!! love u all!!

heeeeeey girl

so i’ve been thinking. thinking great beautiful amazing things. i don’t actually know how to talk about them because he makes being coherent #impossible !!! so that makes this a bit complicated… but vibes. your recent has me feeling dizzy and i need you to give us more. it’s what the people ( me ) want.

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well hello there again. i’m gonna hope ur talking ab ur recent ask ab inexperienced!lu making out for the first time haha but here is my very best at a first time drabble for you 💝💝💝

it was meant to be a study date.

being in each other’s presence helped you both focus. he was also intellectually equipped that you felt comfortable asking him for help when you needed it. even if it was for something small; he never judged you for it.

but really it was because you liked to hear his voice when he would explain terms to you. or how he would lean close that you could feel his breath tickle your neck. or how he would watch you inventively when he would make you work it out on your own (with his advice, of course).

you had done it again today. you watched his tongue slip between his lips as he read the math problem on your laptop screen. your stomach dropped levels, heat bubbling at the pit.

before he could even process what was going on, you leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his lips. he was just so cute and so kissable, it was impossibly hard not to just smooch him all over his face.

it surprised him, blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. he smiled, breathlessly chuckling. it was that act alone that had you leaning back in for another. him being shy and nervous only fueled your need for him.

this kiss lasted a lot longer than the first because you didn't want to let go. you didn't even want to pull away for air. quite honestly, you didn't mind suffocating to death if it meant you’d be kissing him forever. his lips were just so soft and his inexperience was so endearing.

you pulled away briefly but long enough for you two to catch your breath. you leaned your forehead against his, making him open his eyes. you could feel his tension and see the nervousness in his lack of actions.

“gi," you whispered, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek. “it’s okay.” as if to console the overthinking thoughts in his mind.

you leaned back in, taking that opportunity to slip your tongue between his lips. to your shock, he let out a breathy moan into your mouth. it physically made you nauseous in the best way possible.

now, you both took your time. mainly because luigi didn't know what he was doing and you were attempting at teaching him without the words.

you took the lead, holding his wrist. you played with his watch that he always wore as you tilted your head to feel his kisses even deeper. slowly, he started to get the hang of it but it still wasn't enough. his thumb traced circles into your skin as if to relieve his own tension.

but you needed more.

without much thought, you pushed his laptop off his lap and threw your leg over him, straddling him. you pulled away, gauging his reaction. his brows rose and his plumped lips pouted nervously.

“you’re so cute,” you mumble into his lips, leaning back in.

he, of course, didn't stop you. he continued to makeout with you until he pulled away suddenly, a loud sound coming from your lips separating. "this is okay, right?"

“of course, gi.” you giggle, leaning back in.

you kissed for a mere of three more seconds before he pulled away again, setting his hands tentatively on your hips. “this okay too?”

you smile softly. “yes, you’re fine.”

he hummed, this time being the one to pull you back into the kiss as he gripped your hips. your hand that held on to his neck slowly crept up into his curls to tug on them which solicited a groan from him.

you felt his hands roam around your back, almost hovering the spot you knew he wanted to touch the most. and, like you expected, he pulled away again. “can i–”

you interrupted him before he could finish. “you can do whatever, i promise, gi. just please keep kissing me.”

he seemed dazed in adoration at the desperation in your voice but you couldn’t help it. he just nodded, leaning back in and pulling you flush against him.

…heh.. how was that.. #scared 🫠🫠

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

this is an ask that @luigisbambinaaa wrote about priest luigi, tumblr won’t let me respond the proper way so i’m just gonna paste it down below

“okay okay i told you i wanted to try to write something sooo here it is..

imagine getting father luigi to tittyfuck you.. like i mean it isn't necessarily penetration so technically it isn't bad.. lemme add

it starts off very innocent, you're a new church goer and are entranced by the young hot father delivering the sermons on Sundays and eventually work up the courage to ask for private Bible studies in your softest and innocent voice— knowing your thoughts are anything but...

father luigi WANTS to believe so badly there isn't any malice behind your intentions.. he tells himself he's helping you be saved..

But weeks in.. not having him gets unbearable.. you ogle him from the other side of his desk, wear your glossiest lipstick, and not so subtly lean forward so he gets glimpses of your tits in your tight dresses.

Tonight though things were going to be different and you were going to make a move.. you sit closer to him and your scent has luigi dizzy.

"Father... isn't sin all about being intentional?" you start, feigning innocence and confusion..

He blinks and tilts his head your way, "I—yeah i guess it is."

"So if something doesn't necessarily cross certain lines...then it isn't really considered sinning is it?", you bite your lip as you wait for his response.

Luigi with his heart racing replies, "Wh-What lines are we talking about..?"

Your smile grows at his flustered response and you stand in between his legs slowly and teasing. Your hands moving to the buttons of your dress as you begin to unbutton them and father luigi doesn't stop you. i mean he was so entranced by you he couldn't bring himself to.

"So we wouldn't be doing anything wrong then.. not if you don't really fuck me.." You say as you free your tits from your dress and push them together to tease him.

father luigi lets a shaky breath leave his mouth.

"You wouldn't necessarily be the one sinning if i helped you ease that ache you feel father."

he lets out a choked gasp at this before saying "baby.. we— we shouldn't-*

but you're already sinking to your knees in front of him, pushing up his cassock and freeing him from his boxers, placing his dick between your plush tits. his protests turning into little whines and whimpers as he gets used to the warmth of your chest.

"let me help you father..." you whisper as you pump his hard dick between your tits, already slick with spit and his precum. "shhhh... i won't tell anyone father... it isn't really a sin if you don't put it in me."

his head falling back at this and his hands grip the edge of his seat, trying to anchor himself.

You start slow at first, then squeezing your tits together a little tighter, still sliding his length through and watching his face contort with pleasure and trying to hold back his moans.

"Feels good right father?" you ask him, now moving a bit faster. "You're doing so good for me.."

His whines and whimpers were coming out broken now. Lost in the pleasure he had been so long deprived of- his hips jerking to meet your tits despite his earlier protests. He was chasing that sweet, sinful release.

"Please.. I-" father luigi gasps, "I'm-I'm gonna- oh fuck.."

"that's it... cum for me father.." you purred and licked over his swollen head the moment it peaked out the top of your tits. "Cum for me father, i want your cum, show me how good my tits make you feel.""

It didn't take much longer after that, with a loud cry and trembling, father luigi cums all over your tits, hot and messy white. he's left breathless and wrecked above you.

and then when his eyes finally open again, though dazed. you take the opportunity to smile up at him and say,

"See?" As you lick some of his cum off your bottom lip, "not a sin at allil!"

okay l've literally never written anything like this before so I'm sorry if it was shittyyyyy but i have other ideas like jealous priest lu watching u flirt with another church goer if anyone's interested :P okayyy byeee”

my response: oh my god this is absolutely FUCKING PERFECT priest luigi would want you sooo bad like he’d be struggling to control himself around you, the more you continue showing up to church the more he’d wanna give in to his desires 😣😣

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.”

@mangionesdaisy @luigis-wetdream @snoopy184 @luigisbambinaaa @multi-culti-girl @iinfinitelimits

husband lu headcanons

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⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ randomly sends you money to get your nails done, like sometimes you’ll just see a notification pop up on your phone and it’ll be him sending you 200 dollars, and for the reference statement he always puts a “❤️”

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he always makes time for you. even if he’s really caught up with stuff he needs to do for work, he ALWAYS makes time for you no matter what.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ if you and him were in public and another man started acting weird towards you, he’d always put his arm around you and give the other man the biggest death stare to get the message across that you’re his.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves taking you to events as his date and also loves introducing you as his wife to people, it makes him so proud :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ sooo good with his hands in more ways than one;) once you came home to him building a cot in your garage. you weren’t even pregnant yet and your heart absolutely melted. when you asked him why he was building a cot he just said “for our future baby” :(((((

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ honeymoon in sicily, you guys stayed in a beautiful villa and spent time swimming, hiking, fucking and just appreciating the overall beauty of the place!

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves taking photos of you not just with his phone, but with his digital camera. he took soo many photos of you on your honeymoon (i plan to get into this more when i do a honeymoon hcs post!!!)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves cuddlefucking with you especially in the morning, you guys love to do it while talking about what you wanna do that day :((

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ the scent of your perfume always calms him down, he especially loves it when one of his hoodies still smells like you after you’ve been wearing it

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ is the biggest softie after sex, whenever you try to get up to go pee after he always pulls you back into bed which makes you giggle, and when you tell him you need to pee after because women need to pee after sex he always gets all whiney even though you’ll be back soon

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ always helps around the house whenever he can, especially when you were pregnant. one time he saw you carrying a rather big bucket of laundry and he immediately told you to put it down and that he’d handle it. :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ once you guys were watching a movie on the tv, then a sex scene came on and be turned to you and said “we could do better than that.” and you were like “you wanna show me?” and that night he fucked you so rough your legs were shaking

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ his family love you. whenever you go to one of his family gatherings or simply just go to his parents house to have dinner, they ALWAYS ask “so are you guys thinking of having a baby?” “when are you gonna have kids?” i feel like since his parents seem soooo traditional that they’d expect grandkids

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ on your wedding night, you were on your knees sucking his cock before you could even get your dress off, and he took a picture because the fact that you were sucking him off while wearing your wedding dress was too much for him.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ you had sex in literally every position possible all night long on your wedding night, with him manhandling you. you were both staying at a hotel that night and were both sooo loud, no doubt you pissed off the other guests that were also staying there that night 😭

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ you always give him massages like the good wife you are when his back hurts 😘😘

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves giving you massages too, he won’t stop until you say you’re feeling better

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he randomly gets you flowers even though you don’t ask for them :((

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ one of your favourite things to do in the morning is watching him get ready for work, watching him get out of bed naked put on his boxers, put on his trousers and put on his white shirt. you ALWAYS do his tie up for him because you love how imitate it is.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ sex at least 4 times a week, twice a week at the very LEAST if you’re both tired or have other things going on. but multiple rounds of sex every day when you’re ovulating ;)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ one time you guys got REAL dirty and had sex on the dinner table while there was still food on it 😭

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he loves just doing mundane domestic things with you. doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, gardening, even painting the walls of your future baby’s nursery :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he’s just the most perfect person to plan a life with, he has so many great ideas and you just love him so so much

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ when you took a pregnancy test in the bathroom and it came out positive, you cried. you were terrified and kept overthinking like crazy, what if you weren’t a good mother? but then lui walked in and saw how upset you were and hugged you and comforted you, and kept telling you how happy he was that you were pregnant and how great of a mother you’d be.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves cuddling with you in bed, he especially loves laying on your bare chest with his arms around your torso, while under a thick blanket :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ is AMAZING at reassuring you, once you accidentally overcooked a pie in the oven and he saw how anxious you were and he was like “it’s alright baby, you could cook me shit on a plate and i’d still eat it” 😭

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ his lockscreen is a photo of you sleeping :,)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ you’re his best friend in every sense. you guys do everything together, play video games, go hiking, just everything

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ his favourite thing to do with you on a friday night is cuddle up in bed with you and watch a movie 🙁

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ if he came home riled up about something, he’d have you bent over the nearest surface in the house and would be fucking the shit out of you practically as soon as he walked in the door. you don’t mind though, you love it ;)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he loves showering with you because it saves water, and he also loves how intimate it is. he loves lathering shampoo into your hair while kissing the back of your neck, and he also loves how showering with you sometimes ends with you with your tits pressed against the shower wall while he fucks you from behind ;)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ always has to be touching you while he’s asleep, if he’s not cuddling you he’s either lying on his stomach with an arm around your waist, holding your hand, or has one of his legs tangled with yours :(((

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves discussing baby names with you, once he cheekily suggested that if you have a boy that you should name him “luigi jr”

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ loves it when he’s coding at his computer and you randomly get on your knees and suck his cock

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ before he proposed to you, he was acting soooo weird for at least 2 months prior, one time you were wearing a ring on one of your fingers and he randomly took a picture of your hand. when you asked him why, he said it was because “your nails were pretty” when little did you know that later that day he went to the jewellers and showed them that picture to estimate your ring size, in order to make sure your engagement ring fit perfectly.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ he took you for a drive one night to one of your favourite spots, a hill with a view overlooking the beach. he got out of the car and took you outside and sat on the bench with you and started talking about how beautiful the view was. then he started yapping about how much he loved you and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. you IMMEDIATELY picked up on what he was about to do and you started crying tears of happiness and then when he got down on one knee you cried more, and when you said yes HE started crying.

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ after that, you may or may not have gotten back in the car and proceeded to have the best sex you’ve ever had.

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AHHH i hope u guys liked this as my second hcs post xxoxoxo

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

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