Having A Crush On Gymrat!luigi. U Guys Both Go To The Same Gym And You've Always Paid Attention To The

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!!

fresh out the slammer

luigi mangione x reader

luigi had been gone for three years up until now. you stayed for as long as you could possibly bare, but luigi had dwelled on his destined fate the second he was arrested. he knew it was over, even as he presumed his innocence for the entirety of the trial. he let you go for you, not for himself. he thought of you every single day up until his abrupt freedom landed unexpectedly in his lap. fresh out the slammer, he knew who his first call would be to.

inspired by fresh out the slammer by the one and only, taylor swift.

warnings: SMUT OFC !

notes: hi guys this is my first time posting my fics on here, i usually post on my wattpad @/rejexts. i hope yall enjoy if anyone reads this. also. i am picturing the first male character as nicholas alexander chaves so… do with that info what you will :)

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"hey, are you good?"

you snap out of the trance you had been in as your co-worker, blake, spoke in your direction. you looked down at your right hand, realizing you had a death grip on the pen you were holding.

"yeah, all good." you muster a fake smile as you gage your attention back towards the paper you were mindlessly writing on.

a year ago, you were spending this time writing letters to luigi in the same exact spot. now, your writings only had to do with work. life moves on, just as luigi had.

"so, i was thinking," blake changed the topic, walking up to you. "if you're free tonight, would you wanna come over again?" his mouth curled into a grin.

it was cute, and he was cute. but it was merely a distraction from the ache you felt deep in your chest everyday. a few months ago, he had taken you on a date. you continued to casually hang out- which lead to casually hooking up. you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could move on with your life.

no matter how many times blake tried to woo you over, it all felt superficial, like you were living this lie. you desperately tried leaning into it, but it was becoming exhausting.

"let me think about it, i'm so tired and i-"

"shhh, ah ah ah," the light haired boy interrupted. "i know you've been going through it. let me take care of you tonight, yeah?"

you looked up at the boy sheepishly, giving him a genuine smile this time. he really was trying, and you knew he cared for you.

it wasn't luigi, though.

"okay, okay," you throw your hands up in defense. "i'll come."

"yeah you will." the boy winked at you before trotting back to his desk. you playfully rolled your eyes as you continued on your work. going to see blake had to be better than moping around at home, right?

as the end of the work day neared, you packed up your belongings and began your journey home; back to the small house you and luigi had started renting together. although now, you only arrive home to your two cats.

unlocking the door, you felt your phone buzz with a call. assuming it was blake, you pulled it out and answered with no hesitation.

"y/n?" a deep, familiar italian voice ventured from the other end.

your blood ran cold, and a deep churning feeling hit the pit of your stomach like an explosion. you clutched the phone so hard in your hand that it became ghostly pale and your left eye twitched.

"it's luigi." the voice stated, accompanied by a deep, shaky breath. he seemed just as anxious as you were.

before you could even respond, it was like somebody else was puppeteering you like a doll. your death-like grip on the phone turned soft as you swiftly removed it from your ear, and pressed the red button to end the call.

no.

that couldn't have been real, right?

sighing deeply, you unlock your phone and scroll a through your recent call history.

lui <3

phone call (incoming)

15 seconds ago

he had called you, on his phone. his real cell phone number that you had saved in your phone, not one of the thousand different phone numbers from prison.

it had to be some sick joke. you hadn't received any form of communication from luigi for almost an entire year. his trial had been ongoing it's third year, and he had written to you for the last time as his freedom steered further and further away.

you continued to write to him, even though he told you that you needed to let him go. as much as he loved you, he didn't want you to spend the rest of your life waiting on sugar-coated hope. day after day, week after week, your letters began returning back home to you, unopened by luigi.

you were angry. abandoned by the man who at the beginning of this mess, told you that he promised it'd always be you two. and you promised to never leave his side, no matter the outcome.

until he left you.

tears prick the corners of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. you were beyond confused as to why somebody would call you from luigi's phone. in your mind, that's what had happened. luigi was never going to see freedom, therefore making his call impossible; unless it was someone else.

or maybe you were just going crazy.

you coarse your fingers through your hair as you suck in a deep breath. the only logical idea in your mind was to pretend like nothing happened, and to get to blake's as soon as possible. even though you didn't exactly feel a spark with the boy, he was still a good friend to lean on.

you made your way upstairs, changing into comfier clothes and doing everything in your power to distract yourself.

"i just gotta get out of this house." you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your keys and headed towards your front door.

you swiftly unlocked it, swing it open, and run directly into a hard, tall figure.

you wobble backwards before two pairs of strong, large hands firmly grip your shoulders to steady yourself. blinking upwards towards the man, it doesn't take long for you to realize who this is.

"you heading somewhere?" a sly smirk questioned down at you cockily.

"this isn't real," you mumble before pushing past him, and the contact of your hands with his chest sends chills through your entire body. "you're not here."

"why did you hang up on me?" luigi's voice is deep and hoarse, ignoring your delusions. before you can take one step further, luigi wraps his hand around your wrist and lightly yanks you backwards towards him. you're now facing him, inches away from his chest as you stare up at him in awe. "where are you going?" he questioned, oblivious to the fact that this was the first time you two had seen each other in years.

he looked different from the luigi you knew. luigi was always muscular, but he had gained a noticeable amount of muscle weight as his arms filled out his long-sleeved blue t-shirt. his hair was thick and longer than usual, his black curls far more prominent than you've ever seen them. he looked good, but exhausted, as thick brown bags lined his under eyes.

"how are you even here right no-"

"shhh," luigi hushed, pressing his pointer finger to your lips. his hand was cold, yet it sent electricity through you. "i missed you so much." he soothed, removing his finger from your lips and wrapping both of his arms around you and pulling you deep into his chest.

without hesitation, you embrace the man back. snaking your arms around him and breathing him in, he smells exactly like how he did before he went away, which forces tears to pry at the corners of your eyes. he squeezes you tighter, as if quietly telling you this was real.

"you left me," you mumble into luigi's chest, looking up at him. you were still held in his arms as he cocked his head down to face you. "you made me go insane." you choke.

"i know pretty girl, and for the rest of our lives i'm going to tell you how sorry i am," he hums, his lips turning into a genuine frown. "but for right now, let me take care of you."

luigi wraps both of his arms under your legs and swiftly picks you up bridal style, catching you off guard. the tears that threatened to fall earlier had disappeared, and now you were giggling at the boy. he grins down at you before making his way upstairs, holding you close in his arms. 

"what are you-"

before you can finish your sentence, luigi sets you down in the hallway right outside your door. the door to the room you once shared together, and now he was here, he was back.

"there's not any guy in there, yeah?" luigi questions sternly, furrowing his eyebrows towards the door.

"no," you laugh, giddiness coursing through your veins. "it's just been me here." you had so much to say, so much to ask, but right now, this felt enough. this felt like a fairytale.

"good," he grumbles, opening your door and intertwining his hand within yours. "or else i'd have to kill 'em.”

before you can respond, luigi has you pressed up against the hallway wall. you look up at him with doe eyes, and he looks down at you like you're his prey. he takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he embraces your cheek, running his thumb back and forth across it.

"can i?" luigi questions eagerly, licking his bottom lip as his eyes flicker to yours.

you don't even tell him yes; all you do is pull his mouth onto yours. his lips are initially cool to the touch, but as you pick up the pace they gradually warm. his lips move perfectly in-synch with yours as he lightly wraps his hand around your neck. squeezing gently, you can tell this really gets him going, as he then takes his tongue and runs it against your bottom lip, slipping it inside your mouth.

"i missed the way you taste," luigi murmurs against your lips, reconnecting his to yours immediately. "i missed you." he says breathlessly. he uses his free hand to slowly rub circles around your heat, lips still moving with yours at the same time. you had leggings on, yet he still knew exactly where to rub to get you going.

"fuck- lui," you gasp against his skin, leading him to pick up his speed. His large, veiny fingers moved at such a fast pace against you, your legs began to feel like jelly as the pleasure seared throughout the lower portion of your body.

"you have no idea," luigi paused to gently suck on the nape of your neck, swirling his tongue around on the sweetest spot. "no idea how much i thought of you..." his voice trailed as his tongue ventured lower and lower down your neck. the gentle, sweet sucking slowly began to turn into rough, delicate pinches. he was using his sharp canines to mark you, mark what belongs to him. "how much i dreamt about you..." he groaned against the bright red marks that now dotted your skin, soon to become purple. a reminder that he was real. your body shudders in response, a small gasp escaping your lips when luigi removes his two fingers from your heat, and begins to play with the waistline of your leggings.

"p-please," you beg, biting your bottom lip. every time his fingers touches your stomach, a flame lights within your stomach, making it churn in the best way possible. "do whatever you want, just please." you whine at the man, and his lips curl into a smirk above you.

"was already planning on it, sweetheart. you are mine," he growls, his voice dark with power. luigi had never acted this way with you, especially when the two of you were intimate. "come on." luigi stops playing with your waistband and instead, grabs a fist-full of the material and opens your bedroom door, pulling you in behind him.

luigi is quick to place his right hand on your stomach, lowering you down onto the bed. he hovers over you with ease, his arms now much bigger than they once used to be. this is the first time you're really able to look at him; he is freshly shaven, yet he still manages to look much more grown than before. his eyes which were once filled with light, are much darker now, starving for power, for you.

luigi hungrily meets your lips with his again, moving against you with so much passion, so much force. he opens up your legs and inserts himself between them, slowly grinding against you as his lips continue to pleasure your own. he wraps a single hand around your throat, and the more he continues to grind, the more you can feel how hard he is underneath his jeans. instinctively, you lower your hand down to his member, and begin massaging his bulge with the palm of your hand.

"uh-uh," luigi retorts, batting your hand away. "gonna make me cum, pretty girl... it's been so long." he finally takes his lips off of yours. "i want to work on you baby, make you feel everything you missed." he grins down at you, his eyes still dark with something you can't put a finger on. his words send a pack of butterflies down your throat to your stomach, making you gulp down the million emotions you were currently feeling.

"i want to see you, all of you," luigi commands, quickly pawing at the hem of your shirt. you nod at him, and he swiftly lifts it over your head, tossing it to the floor. he slips your sports bra up over your head with your help, then resumes his work on you. he sucks at your neck, your collarbone, until he gets to your breasts. "fuck.." he trails against your skin as he takes one of your breasts in his mouth. he swirls his tongue around, causing ripples of pleasure to beam within you. using a free hand to gently pinch your other nipple and rub it between his pointer finger and thumb, he sucks down on the nipple he was already working on.

"god that- mmm..." you moan, gripping your bedsheets. "so good, lu."

"ohh yeah?" he draws out, sucking on your skin until he gets to your leggings. "let's get these off."

pulling your leggings down, luigi almost gasps at the sight of a naked you. he takes his long, middle finger and places it on your clit, rubbing small, agonizing circles. with each movement, it sends a jolt of clarity throughout your entire body, yearning for more.

out of nowhere, he slowly inserts his middle and pointer finger inside of you, his mouth gaped in surprise of how wet you were for him.

"i wanted to fuck you with my hands before i get to put my dick inside you... but fuck, i need to taste you, feel you squirm under my tongue, pretty baby." he huffs seconds before immediately placing his tongue on your clit, sucking intensely. you throb underneath him, the pleasure of his wet tongue almost becoming too much. he's in-between your legs while your back is propped up on a pillow, so you watch him passionately have his way with you. your hands grip his soft, curly locks so you have something to hold onto as you can feel yourself reaching the brink of an orgasm. your squirm so hard beneath him that he wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you down in place. his tongue continues to flick your clit, every so often dipping inside of your heat before he inserts his two fingers back inside of you. the pleasure is so good, it's too much, sending fireworks throughout. you want to scream, hot tears pricking the corners of your eyes as luigi continues to overstimulate you.

"mmm," he moaned against your region. "taste so fucking good, y/n."

his hands are much bigger than yours, so when he curls his fingers inside of you, he can hit spots you thought were unimaginable. you let out a long, drawn-out moan to advise him you were about to finish, which causes him to halt. it felt like he had just taken away everything from you, the pure pleasure, the itch he scratched, the warmness against your slit.

"baaaby," you whine, the absence of him felt cold.

"shhh," he cooed, sitting himself upright and unbuttoning his jeans. "i got you." he spoke. you joined him, helping him hastily toss his shirt off. the sight of this new, shirtless luigi left your jaw slacked open. he was always muscular, but abs now dotted his mid-section and his pecs were huge. he must've really worked on himself when he was away.

"i missed your pretty pussy." luigi spoke breathlessly, tossing his underwear to the ground, his hardened dick sprung out, pre-cum glistening at his tip.

you look at him with innocent eyes, before rolling onto your stomach for him. you lie like that for half a second before luigi's huge hands wrap around you and aggressively toss you back onto your back, lying and looking up at him.

"no," he stops to align his dick with your slit, slick with a mixture of your own juices and luigi's spit. "i wanna fuck you like this, i want you to look me in the eyes while you take me." he growls before slowly inserting his tip, teasing you and himself. him being so blessed, it only takes his tip to begin stretching you out, searing pleasure rippling within.

"please," was all you could manage, trying to slip him inside of you with your hips. "i need you lu, i need you." you begged.

"i love hearing you beg," he snickers down at you sinfully, pulling ever so slightly away from you. "gonna regret that later, love. gonna make me fuck you harder than i ever have."

within seconds, luigi plows his full-length inside of you, catching you off guard. pain surges through you, before becoming replaced with pure bliss.

"fuck!" you scream out, gritting your teeth as you look up at luigi in awe. he is so concentrated on you, on loving you, fucking you, making you feel so good. he fucked you like nothing else in the world mattered to him right now. "luuuu." you purr, drawing out his nickname.

"god, you feel so fucking good." he seethes, taking a moment to really feel you. to feel how deep he has his cock buried inside of you, stretching you, hitting every sweet spot you longed for. he slowly takes his length out of you, then pushes himself back in, moaning until he's all the way in again. he begins slow, bucking his hips so he slides all the way in, and all the way out. the pleasure slowly builds within you with every slow pump luigi takes. "so... tight... for me." luigi buries his face within your neck, slowly starting to pick up the speed while continuing to mumble profanities.

"oh... my god," you whimper, his thrusts have picked up speed, but now he slams into you with much more force. a string of moans and curse words fly from your mouth as you grip his neck with your hands, nails digging into his perfect skin. the pleasure was almost far too much, and he was hitting every spot perfectly over and over and over. "baby i- i'm gonna-"

"not yet," he commands, now really picking up how fast his dick pumps into your wetness. he pulls his head up from the crook of your neck.  "not yet baby, hold it for me. be a good girl and wait for me, yeah?" he's breathless, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. he takes his hand, squeezing your neck so tight you start to see little black stars. he's using his grip on your neck to plunge into you as rough as he can.

it's far too much. luigi is fucking you so hard, so deep, you can feel yourself coming completely undone beneath him. that heavy, fluttery feeling is pitted deep within your stomach, and it's about to wash over you.

"come on baby, i'm almost there," luigi pants. "wait for me." he demands, his tone hoarse. you're so wet that you can feel yourself dripping, and your breathing becomes erratic. he's fucking you relentlessly, until you're absolutely dumb, raw to the touch.

"i- i can't lu, i'm gonna-"

"ohh fuck," luigi's voice is low and raspy as he releases his load into you, filling you up with everything he has to offer. you squirm and wriggle beneath him, reaching that pure bliss climax you had been holding out for.  "fuuuuck." he pumps into you one last time before pulling out, his cum spilling out of you as he does so.

you're breathing deep, hyperventilating almost, as your legs begin to shake beneath him. luigi's face goes soft as he's quick to his feet, racing to grab a towel. he ignores himself first, wiping down every wet part of you while you lie there and look up at him. he makes sure every part of you is clean before he wipes himself down, and crawls back into your bed.

"hey, i got you." luigi hummed , pulling you into his arms tightly. he gave you a tight squeeze as your legs still shook and your breathing was rapid. "you did so good f'me baby, i'm so proud of you."

you fought back tears, wrapping yourself around the man as you let him hold you. you were so overwhelmed by the stimulation, and the fact that this was real.

"it's okay baby, you're okay," he continued, stroking your hair. you turned your head to look up at him, hot tears streaming down your face. "i'm here, i'm not leaving again. i love you."

"h-how?" your voice was frail from luigi's necklace earlier. "how are you here?" your voice squeaked.

"well," luigi adjusts himself so he's propped up and can see your face, but he still has you wrapped in his arm. "i'm a little hurt you didn't see."

"i blocked your name from everything." you admitted. it was true. after receiving your letters to him, unopened, you made sure you would never see anything about him again. it sure was hard, with how big his case was, but it brought you somewhat peace for the time being.

"and i don't blame you. i didn't think i was ever going to see you again." luigi plants a kiss on your forehead, wiping the tears from your face. "the prosecution happened not too long ago, and they found me not guilty."

"what?" you were shocked. "you're not going back?"

"i'm not going back," he laughs. "i got out today. this was the first place i came."

"but-" your brain felt fuzzy and confused. "but how did-"

"i'll answer everything baby. i promise. right now, let me hold you, make you feel better. we've been through so much." he hushes, running his finger across your lips.

"i love you more, by the way." you grin at him.

"never in a million years."

what im envisioning for part 2 of my massage therapy fic 🫣

Pretty huge Dick

OMFGGG 😣😣😣😣

thinking about bf!lu who decides to maintain a scruff for awhile and you watch it gradually become lighter cause he goes down on you so much

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STOPPPP omg this is so hot i literally just had to take a lap around the library lmfao

okay like what if ur the one to suggest it after he goes a few days longer than usual without shaving during a super busy week. you’ve only ever known him as relatively clean shaven and you think his scruff is soooo sexy and he looks so mature that ur like 🥺🥺 baby please for me 🥺🥺

and ofc when he does u both realize maybe it’s not the most practical thing ever and he gets concerned that he’s hurting you one time he starts to go down on you and you make the tiniest noise of discomfort and the sensation of his scruff against ur thighs and his head shoots up like >:( and gets up to shave right then and there

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

credit to: prosper

what i can say about this beautiful man that hasn’t already been said? Gorgeous, spectacular, amazing, studious, dedicated, serene

imagine him being your lab partner or doing any group project with him..

What if you were mine?

Pt.1

The kitchen light was too bright for how late it was, but she didn’t bother turning it off. Everyone else was either asleep or pretending to be, and she was standing there barefoot in her tiny shorts, eating cold mango straight out the Tupperware like it wasn’t the middle of the night.She should’ve gone to bed.But instead, she was half-naked, sticky with chlorine, hair still damp from the pool, and thinking about his fucking hands. She didn’t even hear him come in,just felt it. That weird shift in the air. That thing that happens when someone’s watching you. “Damn,” his voice came from behind her, low and scratchy. “You’re really out here eating all the mango by yourself?” She didn’t jump. Just glanced over her shoulder. “It’s not all for me.”

“You didn’t offer, though.”

She turned around slow, leaning against the fridge door like she didn’t care that her tank top was basically see-through in this lighting. Like she hadn’t seen him in the pool earlier with his stupid wet curls and his stupid chest and his stupid forearms that made her wanna crawl out of her skin.

“You want some?” she asked, holding out a slice between two fingers.

Luigi walked over,barefoot, towel around his neck, shorts slung low on his hips,and stopped too close. Like he didn’t realize it. Or like he absolutely did. Instead of taking the bowl, he took the piece from her hand. Bit into it, juice running down his fingers.Her breath caught. Just a little.

“You always walk around like this?” he asked, licking his thumb casually. Too casually. “Like what?”

He gave her a look. Her thighs. Her chest. Her mouth. She raised her brows. “You’re the one half-naked.”

“Yeah, but I’m not the problem here.”

“Then what is?”

“You,” he said, quiet. Like it wasn’t even up for debate.

She laughed, soft and mean, just enough to make him shift his weight. “You’re dramatic.” He tilted his head, studying her for a second. Then, like it just hit him: “Wait. How old are you again?”

“Nineteen,” she said, deadpan. She didn’t even blink.His whole face changed. Not disgusted,just like he suddenly forgot how to breathe.She leaned in a little. Not touching. Just close. Close enough to be annoying. “Is that gonna be a problem?”He backed up half a step. Ran a hand through his hair. Looked like he wanted to say yes but didn’t trust himself to open his mouth.

“I’m not a kid,” she said, softer now. Like she meant it. “You’re not gonna go to hell for thinking I’m pretty.”

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

She tilted her head, smug. “I do, actually.”

He exhaled hard, shaking his head. “You’re dangerous.”

“You’re weak.”

And then he laughed, this low, breathy thing that made her knees feel weird. He turned like he was gonna leave,but then didn’t. He stopped right at the counter, palms braced on either side, like he needed it to stay grounded.She could see the muscles in his back flex. The way he was breathing too slow.

“I’m gonna bed,” he said, finally.

“Liar.”

He looked at her, tired and full of something she couldn’t name. “You’re not supposed to be this young,” he muttered.

“And you’re not supposed to be this easy.”

He didn’t reply,didn’t move. Just stared at her like he was counting to ten in his head. Like he was already thinking about what she’d taste like if he gave in.

He was still staring at her.Just… standing there. He’d said he was going to bed like two minutes ago and yet here he was, still in the kitchen, still shirtless, still breathing like she’d just hit him in the chest. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t move either. Because the second she did, he might bolt. Or worse, not bolt. And she didn’t know which one would be more fun to watch.So instead she just raised her brows, like: Well?

He looked at her like she was a problem. Like she was a decision he already knew was gonna fuck him up but he hadn’t made peace with it yet. He huffed a breath, ran a hand down his face. His fingers dragged along his jaw like he was trying to physically snap out of it.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

She tilted her head. “Do you?”

That made him look at her different. Like, really look. His mouth opened like he was gonna say something else,some grown man, voice-of-reason type shit,but nothing came out.

And then he just… stepped closer.

Not a big step. Not all dramatic. Just one quiet shuffle across the tile that made her stomach flip because now they were too close.She could see everything. The water still clinging to his collarbones. The dip of his waist. That stupid freckle on the left side of his neck that she wanted to bite for absolutely no good reason. He glanced at her mouth. She saw it happen.And instead of pretending it didn’t make her heart do something ugly, she just said, “If you’re gonna kiss me, do it.”

His whole face twitched. “I’m trying not to.”

“That’s not hot,” she whispered. “That’s annoying.”

He actually laughed. Like a real one. Shaky and soft and like it caught him off guard.Then he said, “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“Maybe I do,” she said, and then added: “Maybe I’ve been thinking about your hands since before dinner.”

His jaw clenched. Like actual muscle movement. Like he was fighting something off.

“That’s not fair,” he muttered.

She leaned in just slightly. “None of this is.”

For a second, he just stood there. Watching her.

And then?

He kissed her.

Messy. Fast. No dramatic buildup. Just his mouth crashing into hers like he couldn’t take it anymore. Like fuck it. Like he knew he’d regret it later and didn’t care.She gasped. Her back hit the fridge harder than she meant. His hand caught her waist like instinct. Like he was scared she’d disappear. It was one of those kisses that made no sense. Teeth. Tongue. His thumb at the corner of her mouth. Her leg sliding up the back of his calf without thinking.

And then, Footsteps,hallway,voices.He broke off like he’d been burned. Stumbled back, lips swollen, eyes wide.

“Shit,” he whispered.

She just stood there, breathless. Wrecked. Smiling.He didn’t say anything else. Just grabbed the mango bowl and walked straight out the back door barefoot like he was running from the devil. She stayed leaning against the fridge, touching her lips. Mango-sweet. Luigi-warm.And yeah.That was definitely gonna happen again.

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He should’ve walked away the second she looked at him like that.Not when she smirked.Not when she said he was easy.Not even when she told him she wanted him.

No,he should’ve walked away when she leaned against the fridge like she knew what she was doing. Like she’d been waiting all day for him to crack.

But he didn’t,because he’s a fucking idiot.

Now he’s outside, sitting on the steps barefoot with the stupid mango bowl in his lap, palms sticky and chest still tight from kissing her like that.

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

He told himself he’d be good. Chill. Polite. That he’d smile and make conversation and keep it innocent,but then she walked into the kitchen with no bra on and mango juice on her fingers and called him easy, and it was over.

And the worst part?She was right.

He was easy….for her. He folded so fast it was embarrassing. The sound she made when he kissed her? The way her hands gripped his waist like she was about to pull him in harder?

He’s never going to forget that.

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, palms over his face. His mouth still tastes like her. Her lip gloss. Her breath. That little sound she made when he bit her bottom lip too hard by accident and she liked it.

He should’ve stopped.

Should’ve never started.

But god, she looked at him like he was a secret she wanted to keep. Like she already knew what kind of mess she was making and didn’t care.

And now?

She’s still in the kitchen. Probably touching her lips. Probably still tasting him. He hears someone walk through the hallway behind him,probably her cousin or someone else staying in the house. The door creaks open slightly, but no one comes out. He doesn’t turn around.

Because if it’s her, he might do it again.

He might pull her into his lap right here on the porch and kiss her slow this time. Not desperate. Not rushed. Just… slow. Deep. Lazy. Like he has all night,and if it’s not her, he doesn’t want to talk to anyone else.

The door closes quietly. Good. He’s not ready,not even close. He looks down at the mango bowl,still mostly full. Like he didn’t just sin over this exact fruit five minutes ago.He laughs once. Quiet. Exhausted.Then sets the bowl down beside him and leans back against the wall, head tipped up toward the sky.

She’s nineteen.

He’s twenty-seven.

And he’s already thinking about how she looked at him when she said his name.

“Luigi.”

He squeezes his eyes shut.This is bad,he already knows he’s gonna want her again tomorrow.

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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

KFA's motion, someone donated 20k and a new pic. life is worth living🥹🥹

Humans are born resilient, remember 🥲