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Fic request for after Luigi gets out of jail.

He comes out not in a very good mental state ofc. He does a great job at keeping it together, goes to therapy etc, but has episodes where he snaps or is just out of line. (Not violent or anything but enough to say things he doesn't mean.) You both have a bad fight one night, and you rush off to your room where you lay down and cry. You pass out, and wake up to him on his knees by the bed, apologizing and kissing your hands and just begging you for forgiveness. Turns into smut, lovemaking but still intense (raw and super intimate)

Call it Fate, Call it Karma

Summary: Luigi snaps at you, hurting your feelings, and begs to make it up to you.

Content Warning: Very brief argument, Luigi crying, reader crying, p in v, a bit angsty (?)

An: oof this took me sooo long to write im sorry! spring break ended and i was swamped with work. this is also my first time writing anything angsty so i hope i lived up to your expectations anon! thanks for the request <3 enjoy!

other works: soft spot , soft spot pt. 2

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It wasn’t even a big deal.

Just some stupid comment you made about groceries and how tired and overwhelmed you were, obviously trying to make a joke.

But the moment the words left your mouth, Luigi’s whole face changed.

His eyes went cold, jaw tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. And you knew that look, you knew he was trying to keep his anger from bubbling over, just like he had been working on with his therapist.

But he snapped anyway, disregarding any feelings you’d have.

“Why are the fuck are you still here if you’re so fucking miserable then, huh?”

“I didn’t ask you to stay. You can leave whenever you want.”

The words cut you like knives, leaving you almost frozen.

He wasn’t even loud nor violent, but cold enough to hit exactly where it would hurt the most.

You stood there, heart hammering and throat closing.

Feeling all your insecurities flooding back to the surface. Thoughts of not being good enough for him anymore, that he didn’t really want to be with you anymore after being gone for so long, that maybe he realized you were a burden too.

And you didn’t say a thing, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

You turned and ran, vision blurred with hot tears.

You barely remembered slamming your bedroom door, barely remembered collapsing into bed and sobbing into your pillows as your entire body shook.

You cried hard, even more than you expected to.

Every fear pouring out of every tear— of losing him, of not being enough to pull him out of the darkness he was plagued with, of loving him more than he could ever love you back.

And eventually, the exhaustion lulled you to sleep.

———

You awoke hours later to the sound of quiet sobs and broken breathing.

You blinked your swollen eyes open, sticky tears dried to your face, and saw Luigi.

Kneeling by your bed, forehead pressed against your hands, his entire body shaking with quiet, desperate sobs.

He kissed your knuckles over and over again, whispering quiet apologies against your skins like he was praying,

“I’m sorry baby.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, please.”

“Please, don’t leave me. Please.”

You stirred, fingers twitching against his, and his head snapped up immediately, letting you get a good look at his wrecked state.

Red-rimmed eyes, mouth trembling, and endless tears sliding down his cheeks.

Luigi, who never let ANYONE see him so vulnerable, so broken like this, kneeling beside you.

“Please,” he gasped, climbing into bed like he couldn’t bear to be any further away from you anymore.

“Please don’t leave. I didn’t mean it, baby. Please don’t hate me. Baby, I swear I didn’t mean it.”

You stayed silent for a second, still stunned by his appearance, still hurt by his words, before whispering,

“You don’t get to say things like that to me and pretend it’s nothing, Lu.”

“I’ve stayed because i love you.”

Your voice cracked and your hands shook, but you still managed to say,

“If you don’t want me— If you think I’ve been a burden, just say it now.”

Luigi broke.

Collapsing against you, sobbing, shaking, hugging you like he was afraid if he didn’t have any hands on you, you’d disappear.

His words spilling out frantically, “no, no, never, you’re my whole world, i’m sorry, please don’t leave, i’m sorry—“

You wrapped your arms around him, rocking him, whispering sweet little soothing words, letting tears slide down your cheeks as well.

“I’m here,” you whispered against his curls. “I’m not leaving, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

———

Somehow, through all the tears, your mouths found each other.

Kisses that tasted of salt and of so many things left unsaid.

Luigi kissed you like he wanted to swallow you whole. Like he could kiss away all the broken parts of you.

And you kissed him back, desperate and trembling. Tugging on his clothes, needing him closer, and needing him now.

He stripped you first, tender but clumsy, tears still slipping off his cheeks and hands shaking when brushing against your soft skin.

You undressed him second, just as frantically. Tearing his hoodie off, yanking his jeans down, until you were both skin-to-skin, warm, sticky, but wrecked together.

When he finally pressed his body against yours, his forehead resting on yours and his heavy, hot cock between your thighs, you whimpered and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Please,” you gasped, wrecked and needy.

“Lu… please, need you.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I’m here, baby.”

He lined himself up, hands trembling and pushed into you slow.

So slow it almost hurt. So slow you felt every single inch of him press deep inside, dragging a sharp, breathless moan from you.

Your legs spread wider without thinking. Just desperate to take all of him, to feel all of him and drown in it.

Luigi whimpered when he bottomed out, buried to the hilt with your walls fluttering around him.

“God,” he rasped, voice breaking. “You feel so good. So fucking good, baby”

He stayed buried inside you, trembling and peppering kisses over your cheeks, your throat, and your lips— whispering broken promises into your skin.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Forever.”

And when he finally moved, it wasn’t rough or frantic. It was slow, deep, and wrecked.

Every thrust lit your nerves on fire, feeling so full and stretched, and overwhelmed by his weight on you in the best way.

He fucked you like he wanted to become one with you. Like he needed your body to understand how apologetic he was.

Each slow drag of his hips pulled more tears from you, not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming love and care pouring out of him.

“I’m sorry,” he kept gasping. “I’m sorry, baby. I love you so much. I’m never gonna hurt you again, swear.”

“I know,” you sobbed— kissing him and clutching him closer. “I know. I love you, Lu.”

He moved faster, deeper. His thrusts becoming messy, desperate, and grinding you further into the mattress until you were sobbing into his mouth and your nails clawing at his back.

He reached between you, hand sliding down your body to press little tight circles over your clit with his thumb.

“Wanna feel you cum on me, baby,” he moaned against your lips. “Wanna feel you milk me, bella.”

Your thighs trembled, whole body shuddering as he kept fucking you just right.

“That’s it,” he breathed, already panting.

“That’s my girl. My perfect baby. Taking it so good— fuck, gonna make me lose it.”

You came first— body locking up and clenching Luigi so tight he groaned— a low, broken noise that went straight to your pussy.

You sobbed his name, hands grabbing blindly at him, thighs shaking as your orgasm rocked through you, and still he didn’t stop.

“Good girl,” he whispered, fucking you through it. “So good, so fucking good for me, baby.”

And Luigi followed right after— burying himself as deep as he could inside you, sobbing out your name as he came, his hips jerking, cum spilling into you in warm pulses as he moaned against your mouth.

He didn’t stop kissing you. Not even when he collapsed on top of you, still inside you, panting, and trembling with how much he loved you.

———

You stayed there wrapped around each other, shaking, clinging, and sticky.

Kissing each other’s faces, whispering wrecked little ‘i love you’s’ until neither of you could speak.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you even thought about it.

You two were home right there, in each other’s arms.

———

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but eventually, Luigi stirred with his voice low as he whispered into your hair,

“I’m sorry again, baby. For everything I said. I shouldn’t have—“

You cut him off with a soft kiss and shaking your head.

“Stop,” You murmured gently. “You don’t have to keep repeating it. You already showed me. You’re here and we’re okay.”

His arms instinctively tightened around you as he buried his face in your neck.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it,” he whispered.

You ran your fingers through his curls, lightly scratching his scalp, grounding him with every tug.

“Then just start here,” you said softly. “Let’s sleep and just hold me.”

He pressed a soft and tentative kiss to your collarbone, his eyes fluttering shut.

And you both stayed like that, sore, but comforted. Both your hearts steady for the first time in a long time.

Because no matter how heavy the night had started, you were both ending it together.

holy hands, unholy acts

notes: wanted to bless you all with this priest luigi oneshot before i go to bed ;) also this is for @luigisbambinaaa since they gave me the idea for it in the first place and also to my other fellow priest luigi fan @fligniuz

warnings: smut, handjob (m) receiving

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the chapel hums with stillness, the air heavy with the musk of forbidden want as you guide father luigi to a shadowed pew at the rear. his cassock is already bunched up, his thick cock straining against his briefs, twitching as you push him down onto the creaking wood.

his eyes dart to the saints illuminated by the stained glass, then focus on you, pupils wide with shame and craving. your hand slips beneath the cloth, fingers wrapping around his throbbing length, warm and slick with precum, and he stifles a ragged moan, gripping the bible you throw into his shaking hands.

“read to me, father.” you purr, voice oozing with command, your strokes slow and teasing as you glide along his shaft, thumb brushing the swollen, leaking tip. “psalm 51, right now.”

he swallows hard, his adam’s apple jerking, and begins, voice unsteady, “have mercy on me, o god, according to your unfailing love…” his words falter as you squeeze tighter, sliding down his length with deliberate care, drawing a choked whine from his throat. his head tips back, and you pause abruptly, fingers lingering just above his dripping head, leaving him gasping.

“keep going, father. or i’ll stop.” you say, voice low and commanding, watching his cock twitch in the faint light.

he nods, frantic, sweat glistening on his forehead, and presses on, “wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin…” his voice quivers as you resume, stroking with a slow, sinful rhythm, the wet, lewd sound mingling with his broken verses.

he stumbles through, “create in me a pure heart, o god…” hips twitching as you twist your hand, pumping faster, his precum slicking your fingers. he gasps, words failing, and you freeze again, pulling away, leaving him whining, “n-no, please sister!”

“finish it father, be good.” you demand, eyes sharp with dominance, and he scrambles to obey, voice cracking over.

“and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.”

you smirk, rewarding him with a relentless pace, hand racing over his engorged cock until his hips jolt, a raw, desperate cry bursting from him as he cums hot, thick spurts coating your hand, dripping down his shaft. he slumps back, bible hitting the floor, a shattered ruin of guilt and submission in the holy shadows.

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this is not the full fic omg i just had to get this out of my system coz im half asleep and priest luigi WILL NOT LEAVE MY MIND.

previous work

Moonlight devotion

They hadn’t touched each other in weeks.

Not properly. Not the way they used to. Not the way that made her breath catch and his hands tremble and the room go quiet.

They still loved each other…deeply. That was never the issue. It was everything else that kept building around them: work, burnout, family, long stretches of silence. Even their kisses had started to feel muted, like they weren’t reaching far enough in. Like their bodies were together but their hearts were just barely holding on.

So when he booked the trip, he didn’t ask.

She saw the confirmation email pop up while folding laundry.

“Puerto Vallarta. 4 nights. Just us.”

That was all it said.

No questions. No pressure. Just an offering.

She accepted.

By the second night, the villa had softened something between them. They spoke more. Touched more. Still not enough,but more. He watched her all day like he was trying to remember her skin. She let him. And when the sun dropped past the sea, and the sky turned that deep bruised purple, she finally felt something shift in her chest. They’d eaten on the terrace,barefoot, still damp from the pool, eating mango with their hands and laughing at nothing. He’d looked at her with that look again. The one that said I remember who we are.

And when the song started playing,soft and low from the speaker she barely touched…she froze.

“Finishing eight or nine?

Tell me, what’s the perfect time?”

It was Champagne Coast.

She hadn’t played it in front of him before. It felt too intimate. Like a confessional. But hearing it now, floating through the warm air, did something to her. She stood up without saying a word.He followed when she walked down the path, past the villa, past the pool, barefoot across stone and sand, until she was in the ocean.

The waves welcomed her like they knew her name. She walked in slowly, the water curling around her ankles, her knees, her thighs. The silk wrap slipped off her body and was left behind on the shore. She turned to face him. Bikini barely clinging to her curves. Hair wet from the ocean breeze. Chest rising slowly, like she was waiting for something.

And Luigi…..he just stood there, staring. Shirtless. Silent. His chest rising like he was about to speak, but couldn’t.

He stepped into the water.

“I told you I’ll be waiting

Hiding from the rainfall…”

The lyrics floated behind him as he reached her, hands trembling slightly as they came up to cup her face.

“You’re here,” he murmured, like he didn’t believe it.

“So are you.”

He swallowed. “We haven’t really been, though. Not for a while.”

“No,” she agreed softly. “But we are now.”

And then she kissed him.

It started soft.

Slow and familiar, lips parting just enough to feel the heat. Her fingers curled into his hair, his hands sliding down her back, and they stayed like that—kissing in chest-deep water with the tide pulling them gently, quietly back into each other.

“Tell me, what’s the joy of giving if you’re never pleased?”

He broke the kiss, breath shaky. “I kept giving and giving. You wouldn’t take it.”

She looked up at him. “You were giving everything to everyone else.”

He paused. Nodded. “You’re right.”

“On my last strength against all that you believed…”

Her eyes glassed over, not with tears—but with recognition. She wasn’t angry anymore. Just worn down.

“I don’t want to fight about it,” she whispered.

“Me either.”

“Then show me.”

He pulled her closer, kissed the side of her neck, and slid his hands under the water, down her sides, around her thighs.

“I want you,” he rasped. “Right here.”

She nodded. “Take me.”

He didn’t even pull her bikini bottoms off. Just pushed them to the side underwater and lifted her legs around his waist. He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, and her head fell back with a gasp that barely left her mouth.

“Jesus,” he hissed, gripping her ass tighter, holding her in place. “You feel… fuck. You feel like everything I’ve been missing.”

“Come into my bedroom

Come into my bedroom…”

Her lips brushed his ear. “We’re not in your bedroom.”

“You are my bedroom,” he said, thrusting up hard enough to make her cry out. “Wherever you are, that’s where I rest.”

The ocean rocked them. The song played on. The night stood still.His movements were slow, deliberate,like he was relearning her. Like he wanted to fuck her, worship her, and apologize all at once.

“Say you’re mine,” he whispered against her mouth.

“I never stopped being yours.”

His voice cracked. “I thought I lost you.”

“You couldn’t.” She clenched around him just to prove it. “You’d have to kill me first.”

“Tell me, what’s the perfect time?”

“I told you I’ll be waiting…”

He groaned into her neck, hips stuttering as he felt her getting closer. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Let go.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, you are.” He kissed her hard, eyes locked to hers. “You’re gonna cum for me and then I’m gonna hold you all fucking night.”

She did.

Clutching his shoulders, crying out into the sea air, her legs trembling around his waist as he spilled into her with a growl that echoed across the water.

“Young as I want to know

I will never let you go

Trading a baseball lover

As I face the snow…”

They stayed in the water, forehead to forehead, breathing each other in.There were no promises spoken. They didn’t need them. He kissed her softly, reverently, like he was grateful. She held him like she was home again. And in the distance, as the moon sank lower and the ocean cradled them, the last lyrics played faintly from above:

“So tell me, what’s the joy of giving if you’re never pleased?

On my last strength against you

Baby, tell me what you need…”

The sun crept in slowly. It warmed the gauzy curtains first, then the edge of the sheets, and finally the curves of her body where she lay curled half on her stomach, her thigh slung across the center of their bed. Her skin glowed golden, freckles from the sun just starting to bloom, lips parted around shallow breaths, hair fanned out across the pillows like she’d melted into the mattress. Luigi had been awake for over an hour, just watching. He hadn’t meant to be. But sometime before sunrise,after they’d rinsed off in the outdoor shower, after they dried each other with too-small towels and slipped under the white sheets still damp with salt, he’d opened his eyes and seen her like this. And there was no going back to sleep.

She looked wrecked in the best way.

His scratches were still faint along her hips. Her throat was peppered with light red kisses. Her legs had that subtle tremble that came from being held and taken and adored in deep water. And beneath all that,beneath the curve of her ass and the dip of her back,he could still feel her heat, like the ocean hadn’t washed any of it away. He shifted under the covers.Slowly, quietly, he slid lower, one hand smoothing over her calf, the other parting her thighs.She sighed in her sleep, but didn’t stir. He dipped his head beneath the sheets.

And just like that….his lips were on her.

She moaned low when she felt it….barely conscious, hips rolling forward against his tongue before she even opened her eyes.

“Lu…”

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t say a word.

Just groaned softly as he tasted her again, licked a slow stripe through her folds, and wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her still.

She tried to twist. Tried to push at his shoulder. “Too early—fuck, wait—”

“Nope,” he muttered into her pussy. “Not after last night.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re soaked.”

“You made me sleep with your cum inside me,” she mumbled, breath catching. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”

“I’m not kissing your mouth,” he said, teasing. “I’m kissing the part of you that cried for me in the ocean.”

She whimpered.

He flattened his tongue against her clit, circled slow, then sucked gently until her back arched off the mattress. Her hand tangled in his curls, pulling tight. “You’re not allowed to do this—be this gentle and disgusting at the same time.”

“I’m making up for lost time.”

She gave in after that. Let him part her legs further. Let him feast on her slowly, like he had nowhere to be. Like she was his favorite thing in the world,and she was. He edged her for ten minutes, stopping just when she started to tremble, licking softly over the ache, then diving back in until her thighs clenched around his head.

“Luigi,” she gasped. “Don’t—don’t stop—”

He didn’t.

Not this time.

She came with a broken cry, legs shaking, her fingers slipping from his hair as she collapsed fully against the pillows. He kissed her thighs. Her stomach. Traced a lazy path up her spine before crawling beside her, mouth shining, eyes dark and still hungry. They laid there for a while, her chest pressed to his, fingers drawing slow circles over his side.

“You always wake up like that?” she asked eventually.

“Only when you’re here.”

She tilted her chin. “You miss me that much?”

He looked at her…really looked. Like the sun finally lit up something he’d been afraid to admit in the dark.

“I never stopped missing you,” he said. “Even when you were right next to me.”

Her lips parted. But she didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. Pressed her forehead to his. Closed her eyes.

“I don’t want to go back to how it was,” she whispered.

“We won’t.”

“You promise?”

“I’ll show you,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple. “Starting with breakfast. And then maybe we fuck on the kitchen counter.”

She laughed,really laughed this time.

“God, I missed your brain,” she said, curling closer, voice sleepy and sweet.

“You missed my dick more.”

“Shut up.”

But she was smiling. And he was already reaching for her again.

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Okay here’s a lu thought for you: imagine he’s never been in a relationship before you and has only had casual sex. Like probably a decent amount of it, but never real intimacy with someone he has a bond with. And the thing that surprises him the most about being with you is how often you kiss him?? Yes, during sex, but all the time as well? Like he wouldn’t have expected how badly you want to kiss him and hold his face all the time… And he’d grow to enjoy and need it so much. Making out with you for the sake of being close to you and feeling your mouth on his. He’d probably be kinda shy about it at first but it would very quickly become his thing :((((

OMG love love love this sooo much <3

this reminds me of the goodreads quotes he liked! i will pull them out again and again lol like he's such a loverboy:

he'd never realize how much he wanted (needed) intimacy with someone that wasn't just sex; totally knowing someone and loving them anyway... loves all your different types of kisses and displays of love: you'd love to kiss him, cuddle him, cradle his pretty face in your hands, just such casual physical intimacy 😫

he’d get so used to ur touch and would become so clingy like just hangs off of you when your cooking or doing something around the apartment

getting into argument with lu and him fucking the silent treatment out of you <3 a muffled moan slips out and he's like "mmh there you go, wanna hear that pretty fucking voice baby" 🤗

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

At least we live in the timeline where Luigi Mangione was blindfolded at some point, and also filmed during it. At least we have that.

having a crush on gymrat!luigi. u guys both go to the same gym and you've always paid attention to the way his biceps flex when hes weight lifting or when hes on the pull up bar and u see a hint of his v-line and happy trail and it has u blushing and looking away immediately. you always thought it was a silly crush and wouldn't go anywhere but on one of ur upper body days u decide to try the pull up bar since clearly its been working wonders on mr curly head. the bar is pretty high up so you look around for an unoccupied box or something to use as leverage when suddenly theres a tap on your shoulder. "need help getting up?" he says. "yeah.. i think--" you begin and are quickly cut off when you feel two big hands on either side of your waist. suddenly you're off the ground and the bar is right in front of you. you learn to quickly snap out of whatever just happened and grab the bar before you make a fool of yourself. "got it?" he asks from below, hands still firmly in place. "yes, thank you!" you stammer. good thing he was behind you and couldn't see how red you were. you start doing your reps when you hear "chin up... use your back instead of your arms..." from below you. you apply his feedback and correct your form like he says. "there you go... atta girl." he says. you almost fall right then and there from the way his words caused an unexpected heat to pool in your lower region but manage to stay in the set for a bit longer. eventually you stop and lower yourself. "that was great!" he says as he gives you a high-five. "thank you...." "luigi." he finishes ur sentence. "thank you luigi, i appreciate it." you smile at him. soon enough, you're seeing luigi everyday. he helps you learn so many new techniques, and you start seeing your results come in much faster. luigi becomes your almost sort of gym buddy and you guys end up coordinating your workouts a few times. after a few months, he finally asks, "hey y/n, this new restaurant opened up down the street. i'd love to go visit." he stares at you after you two finish a cardio set. "yeah i heard about that one, let me know how the food tastes so i can know what to order when i visit." you say, taking a sip out of your water bottle. "well why don't you just find out yourself.... i'm asking you to go with me dummy. like a date." he laughs. "oh wow. really? me?" you say, genuinely shocked. no way did you think luigi reciprocated the same feelings you had towards him. "you're not the only one whos had a little crush this whole time... i just hid it better than you." he teases.

OMG hello this was so so good i think abt gym rat lu a lot

ugh you guys always end up coming around the same time in the evenings but you never talk to him; but sneak little glances in the mirror at the way he wipes his face with the edge of his shirt sometimes and you see a glimpse of his v line and happy trail oh my fuck but you just accept he's ur silly little gym crush and nothing else

until the day that he helps you up on the pull up bar, you silently note how big his hands are... and how you need to lock in and not embarrass urself in front of him .... but its really hard when his low voice is giving u advice, gripping ur hips, saying ATTA GIRL? anon ur killing me in the best possible way bc he SO would say that and be genuinely impressed/excited w his little high five lolol

now whenever you see him you, you always talk for a few minutes and catch up... and you now u realize you walk through the door and the first thing u do is scan the gym for luigi :') like all ur friends know about luigi from the gym... u give him song recs other than his shitty edm, he talks about research he's done on hiit workouts or new recipes and he tells you offhandedly after finishing a set all sweaty, adrenaline flowing, "you're like, my motivation." and that sends u spiraling!

omfg when he finally asks you out and you genuinely don't pick up on it... stop i love that... also you'd be so embarrassed that he knew u had a crush on him like you thought you were being stealth this whole time.. ugh and like the insaneee chemistry you guys would have after you finally get together .... the post gym shower sex would be so good omfg

!!!!

really over these characters that insert and establish themselves as ‘leaders’ of certain lu communities and then use their ‘position’ as some sort of policing authority to speak on and for a man they do not know!

ik w/ like the party girls and the legal fund, that’s ultimately a benefit and a plus for lu but wtf has ms clubmangione accomplished by attacking other lu supporters publicly and making fun of him on twitter (and in letters TO HIM) etc etc etc lmfao it’s ridiculous and embarrassing and i just had to get that out sorry

why do you think you are owed anything from lu or his team bc u started a twt space and helped minors write letters to him