Virgin Lu Headcanons ;)

so fucking good ive reread these like ten times 😩😩😩😩

study buddies (with benefits)

｡𖦹°‧ an assortment of smutty oneshots in which luigi mangione is your cute tutor <3

status : incomplete !!

works : 4

nsfw (for the most part) | f! reader | ao3

✄ sex for homework • 5.5k wc

you ask your cute tutor to help you study for your math final .ᐟ꩜

✄ misbehaving • 3.8k wc

your plan to piss off your cute tutor backfires in the best way possible .ᐟ꩜

✄ oh baby • 5.2k wc

your cute tutor cheers you up after a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day .ᐟ꩜

✄ playing favorites • 10.8k wc

your cute new tutor takes quite a liking to you .ᐟ꩜

happy 27th gi 🍓💕💕 we love you baby

🚨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:

omg college luigi would be obsessed with thighs, especially if you have thickness for daysssss. he would smack them, hold them, caress them, squeeze them, jiggle them, so insufferable with him around. if you are wearing jeans on he will softly smack your ass or hoist you by the thighs to just carry you anywhere. if you’re wearing shorts, especially really short shorts, he will plop his head in between your thighs and lay there in your lap. he will expect you to softly play with his hair while he loses himself in the softness and warmth of you. sometimes, if he’s cuddled in your lap and you’re reading a book or watching tv, he’ll lift his head up, making instance eye contact with you, looking like such a cute grizzly bear wanting your attention. if you don’t notice him, he’ll just grumble out, “hey baby, how was your day? just wanted to talk to you.” he’s so in love with you and your body

oh 😩 I myself got some thickness for days so I’m gonna indulge in this one gladly

I’ll never forget how @fligniuz once said they’ve never known a nerd who didn’t love thighs, and it’s safe to say Lu sits nice and pretty in that category. He’d admire how perfectly they complement the curve of your waist and the wideness of your hips, how luscious they look no matter what you wear, even when they’re bare and soft to the touch—and what a blessing it is to feel that touch. Whether you’re in the car while he’s driving, or you are, or even just sitting side by side at a table, his hand always seems to find its way onto your thigh. And considering your thighs offer quite the spacious landing, and his hands are pretty big themselves, it’s almost mesmerizing how his palm stretches across the thick, plush spread of your thigh, making them look smaller than they are. He can’t help but keep touching, squeezing, and stroking. There’s nothing he loves more than when you settle your pretty self down somewhere and your thighs just spill out even further, like molten lava melting over everything in their path. And when he’s lucky enough to lay his head in your lap, nestled right between them, he’s endlessly grateful just to be in your space. He’d be a fool not to admit that he’s imagined what it would be like to rest his face there, really rest his face, or better yet, to be completely smothered and suffocated by your thighs, having the near life and viable source of oxygen squeezed out of him while you’re sitting on his face.

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

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

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

#WHOREMEMBERS