Luigisbambinaaa - Bambinaaa

Luigi has been officially indicted on his federal charges.

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in desperate need of virgin lu hcs please ;)

virgin lu headcanons ;)

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࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he’d always catch himself staring at you for way longer than necessary, he’d be in the dining hall with his friends engaging in conversation, then as soon as he’d see you walk in, he’d go silent and just gawk at you, in pure awe. his friends would immediately notice and tease him about it. saying things like “when are you finally gonna bag her, mangione?” “are just gonna keep staring at her like some pussy and not even speak to her?”

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he first interacted with you properly when your computer science professor paired you guys up for a project. when he was first told that his partner for the project would be you, he couldn’t believe it. and to make things even better for him, when he looked towards where you were sitting he saw you staring at him, while giving him the SULTRIEST smirk.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ you guys ended up exchanging phone numbers, which made luigi feel like he was on top of the moon. he’d always feel too nervous to text first, so whenever he’d receive a text from you, his cock would always leak a tiny bit.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ you also gave him your instagram, and he followed you, but little did you know that he’d already gone through it. he’d seen every single picture of you in your little red bikini and little black dress, and every single picture and video you have on your highlights.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ what you also didn’t know was that during the lonely nights he’d spend curled up in bed in his dorm while fucking his hand like a pathetic teenager, that scrolling through your instagram while fantasising about you being next to him, touching him in no way that any woman has ever touched him before while whispering dirty words in his ear, was something that he’d done more times than he’d like to willingly admit.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he imagines you sat atop of him like an angel, gently guiding his hand across your folds as you teach him how to please you. the look on your face as he gently slides a finger in. another scenario that frequents his mind features his head between your thighs, tongue moving along your folds as you grab his curls and moan, praising him for being able to make you feel so good.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ and yet, he sometimes overthinks. what if he’s bad in bed? what if you’d laugh at him?

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ luigi is an attractive man, so he’s obviously had plenty of opportunities to lose his virginity in the past, but he always turned them down. they were never you.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he’s awfully possessive of you, even though you aren’t his. whenever he sees you talking to another guy on campus he always smiles and waves at you to be polite, even though he’s absolutely seething on the inside.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ when he’s trying to sleep, you’re always the star of his dreams. always on top of him. riding him, dominating him. fucking him dumb. letting out cries of pleasure and telling him how good his cock feels, how wonderfully he stretches your pussy out, all while you have your hand wrapped around his throat.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he thinks about sucking on your tits, with you sensually running your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead, while stroking his cock with your other hand. half of him loves thinking about sucking on your tits, the other half feels ashamed. what would you think if you found out? would you be grossed out? would you laugh at him? or would you want that too?

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ one night when you guys facetimed each other to discuss the computer science project, you decided to toy with him by wearing the tightest crop top you could locate in your closet, with no bra on underneath. as soon as he picked up your call and saw how you looked, even though his room was dark you could still see how flushed he was. he fell asleep that night thinking about how hard your nipples looked when you had that top on. and you fell asleep that night with a smirk on your face, knowing that you had him right where you wanted him.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he’d never admit to you that he’s a virgin at first, because he’d think that you’d look at him differently. and he wouldn’t want that. he wouldn’t want you seeing him as some loser.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he thinks about how your face would look as you sink yourself onto his cock for the first time. how flushed you’d look, if your eyes would roll to the back of your head.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ whenever you’d invite him to your dorm to work on the project, as soon as you’d open the door he’d always find himself staring at your tits. you don’t mind, in fact, that’s why you never wear a bra whenever you know he’s coming over.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ his mind always imagines how you’d react to seeing his cock for the first time. would your eyes light up with lust? would you sink to your knees immediately upon him showing it?

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖୨୧˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ he tries to put on a front for you so that you don’t think he’s weird. a smooth, flirty front. but you know he’s not the cocky little shit he tries so desperately to be. you see straight through him ;)

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EEK this is the first ever headcanon post i’ve ever written!!! i hope u guys like it 😣 also ANY feedback is graciously accepted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

father luigi lets a shaky breath leave his mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

weak for you

summary: after you send luigi a soapy titty pic, he decides to jerk off to it.

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luigi’s phone buzzes against the nightstand, the soft vibration cutting through the heavy silence of his hotel room. he barely hesitates before reaching for it, already hoping it’s from you.

and sure enough, your name glows on the screen, followed by a message that makes his heart ache in the best and worst way.

you: i miss u :(( can’t wait for u to come home tomorrow ❤️

he misses you too. hes been away from you for about a week now, away on a work trip that he didn’t even want to go on in the first place, all shacked up in a shitty, overpriced hotel room bed. it’s too cold without you. too empty. too unfamiliar. he’s used to your warmth, the way you curl into his chest, the way you fit so perfectly against him. now, when he reaches out at night, all he can find is cold sheets and silence. and he hates it. thank god he’s able to come home to you sooner rather than later.

his fingers move quickly as he types back.

luigi: miss you too, can’t wait to see you tomorrow baby

luigi: what are you doing right now? :)

a few seconds pass before another buzz.

you: just got out of the shower :) <3

he shifts uncomfortably in bed, running a hand down his face as his mind betrays him. the thought of you, fresh out of the shower, skin warm and dewy, hair damp as you wrap your warm body in a towel sticks in his head like a dream he can’t shake.

he’s suddenly hyper aware of just how how hard his cock is getting, shielded underneath his boxers. he sucks in a sharp breath, forcing himself to think, to type out a response, but it’s impossible when all he can focus on is thought of you, all naked and beautiful.

luigi: oh yeah? can i see? ;)

just a few minutes later…

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you’re an evil, evil woman.

that’s the first thought that crosses luigi’s mind as he stares at his phone screen, jaw slack, fingers frozen over the keyboard like his brain just turned to mush.

you were beautiful, that much he knew. but in the photo you just sent him? he doesn’t know the right word to adequately describe just how you look now.

there you were, your breasts smothered in delicate, frothy trails of soap, pearlescent in the dim bathroom light. remnants of warm water made everything look impossibly soft, almost unreal.

hes always loved your breasts, sometimes he thinks that the universe made them just for him. they’re soft, and fit perfectly in his hands. they make perfect pillows too. if luigi could choose when he was to die, he’d choose to die wrapped up in your arms, head burrowed against your breasts like a baby, while you caressed his curls, lulling him.

but the more he stares at the picture you sent him, the more he realises that he can’t ignore the throbbing problem in his pants.

he can’t help it, he reaches down and frees himself from his boxers, feeling the cold air of the hotel room pierce against him, and begins to stroke himself slowly while staring at the picture of you on his phone.

he lets out a soft whimper and leans his head back against the pillow, holding the picture up in the air. his mind begins to exhibit various scenarios to him, one being laying next to you in bed, his head resting against your chest, his mouth feeding from your breast while you stroke his cock with one hand, while threading your fingers through his hair with the other.

he wishes it was your hand stroking him instead of his own.

his mind also shows him bending you over the kitchen table and absolutely wrecking you, dominating you. he has your hair in a makeshift ponytail, and he’s rutting his hips into you so desperately while you scream and beg for more. his free hand repeatedly lands harshly on your ass, leaving behind scarlet marks and making it sting.

luigi has always loved fucking you from behind.

he strokes his cock faster, it now being red from the over exertion.

“feels so good baby, yeah…” he whimpers, letting out a breathy moan as the intense burning in his stomach slowly begins to get bigger, more intense.

then, he gets an idea.

he’s still holding his phone with his left hand, so he presses the X button on the top right corner of the photo you sent, and taps the microphone to record a voice message, all whilst still fucking himself with his free hand.

he lets loose. all you’ll hear when you receive it will be the obscene sounds of profanities, moans, and whimpers. but he doesn’t care, he wants you to hear how weak he is for you.

he hits send.

“shit.” he moans, his cock tingling, the coil in his stomach so close to snapping. he stares intently at his phone, awaiting a response from you as he fucks himself all the way to the edge.

letting out a final noise of satisfaction, his toes curl and he finally hits his climax, spilling hot white ribbons of his seed all over himself as he whimpers your name like a prayer.

he’s coming down from his high, thinking that hes finally satisfied, until three dots pop up on his phone screen. snapping him back to reality.

you’re typing. that means you’ve listened to what he sent you. you’ve heard him.

his phone buzzes twice, followed by your two messages flashing on the screen.

you: i love you baby

you: facetime me now ;)

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this is so fucking rushed… and it’s the first time i’ve ever written anything smutty too omg forgive me

previous work

OMG

https://x.com/notwiiiemdafoe/status/1919497737562640858?s=46

This is what she send him about that phd (allegedly)

I’m-

“I’ll let you sit with that information” AYO-

he’s so “i love my gf” coded

why are we all still just as horny for this man as we were in december LOLLLL

no cause wdym this was two months ago :(

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