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Luigi with virgin!reader that has the filthiest mouth ever🫣 shocking him every day with a new, filthier phrase

I just know he’d look at you exactly like this, amused, every single time something new and unhinged flies out of your mouth LMAO

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THE DINER

luigi mangione x reader

SUMMARY: please don’t call the cops, they’ll make luigi stop, and he just wants to talk!

WARNINGS: this is DARK so pls read these. dubcon, cnc(?), manipulation, stalking, p in v, bondage, breaking in, choking, dark!luigi my FAVVV LFGGG!!!

NOTES: soo i started writing this as a short imagine and got carried away. i am obsessed with dark lu, plz stalk me pretty boy,,,

luigi was never one to be girl-obsessed.

sure, he had lots of crushes on girls, went on dates, even had a few girlfriends here and there. yet nothing ever seemed to stick, as luigi would always feel that the other person never truly understood him. he'd get bored, always longing for more. nobody ever lived up to his standards, and as time passed, his priorities shifted.

until one day, when you appeared in his life.

pink soft lips that were tinted with gloss, eyes glazed up at him in awe; it took almost everything in him not to fuck you right then and there in the mail room.

it started off innocent; it seemed as if the two of you left the same apartment complex at the same time every morning for work. sometimes, luigi got to hold the door open for you, or stop the elevator door from closing on you.

luigi would finally work up the courage to start greeting you with a warm smile and a "g'morning ms. neighbor."

he noticed the way your cheeks flushed, shyly smiling up at him and mumbling a soft greeting back.

then, on a busy day at the apartment, you and luigi were the last to file into the small elevator, seeing as you both lived on the fourth floor.

there had to be, what, almost seven people crammed into this elevator? you were stood directly in front of luigi, the lack of space forcing your backside to be pressed up against the front of him.

you felt him hover behind you, breath hitched as the elevator began its journey upwards, causing you to stumble back and press into him harder.

that was the moment it happened for him; he took in the scent of your silky hair, your ass pressing into his strained cock before he wrapped his giant hand around your stomach, quick to keep you balanced. luigi swore you felt it too, by the way you gasped at the motion.

reaching the fourth floor with the ding of the elevator, you both stepped out.

"thank you." you had innocently smiled up at him.

after that, he finally let it consume him. he let you consume him. what started as a pure crush slowly transformed into a full-blown obsession.

he started to memorize the exact time you'd leave for work, and the exact time you'd arrive back home.

he even memorized your laundry days, where he was quick to slip in and out of the community laundry room, shoving a pair of your underwear into his pocket.

the days you'd leave at night, he'd start to follow you.

at first it was only to your car, just to ensure your safety, he'd tell himself. then he wondered, did you belong to somebody else?

so he'd carefully watch as you'd go out to the bars with friends, restaurants, and his particular favorite spot, the library. never seen with any other man, though. he just wanted to make sure you were okay, he felt like he needed to be your protector.

luigi would go to his favorite diner every friday, and write you letters. letters about how perfect you were, about your future together, about how you belonged to him. he’d slip them near your mailbox, yet you never seemed to actually receive them.

the nights were his worst enemy— knowing you were so close to him, and who knows what you were doing all alone?

he’d lie there on his back, shirtless and jaw clenched, hand wrapped around his long, thick cock. he would imagine you on your knees, taking his entire length until you gagged so hard your eyes would water. pumping up and down, he’d moan out your name until he reached his climax.

one night, luigi took it too far.

you’d left your apartment, turning the corner to the elevator. once out of sight, luigi took it upon himself to rush to your door, barely holding it open before it closed shut. he pulled the black gator mask up over his mouth and nose before heading in.

he was inside.

he slowly poked around, taking in every inch of the place you called home. he was taking a notice to the books you had placed on a bookshelf, when he hears the lock on the front door jiggling.

panicked, luigi shoved himself into a small storage closet in the hallway.

peeking through the slit of the door, there you were, in his sight. you dropped a package down on your kitchen counter, sighing to yourself.

you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you.

this was luigi’s only chance to escape— he waited a few minutes before slowly turning the doorknob, pushing the door open with no noise.

that’s when he heard it.

the soft hum of a vibrator, buzzing with life behind your door.

“mmm— fuck, luigi.”

luigi’s throat almost caught on fire, a burning sensation flaring in his stomach. you couldn’t have just said what he thought you said, right?

he quietly pressed his ear up to your door, now able to hear you much more prominently.

“just like that, oh my god, luigi.” you panted out to nobody.

it’s like he couldn’t stop himself— he knew it was a terrible idea, yet his body reacted before his mind could interject the idea.

and before he knows it, he is greeted with the most beautiful sight he’s swore he’s ever seen.

you’re lying on your back, completely bare and exposed. your back is arched, legs spread open as if you were welcoming luigi into them. you had a small blue vibrator pressed against your clit, eyes squeezed shut and lips pursed.

that is, until you hear the door open, and your eyes fling open in shock. horrified, you’re frozen in place as you look up at the man, standing casually in your door frame.

you’re quick to turn the vibrator off, pulling your comforter over your bare body. “what the hell are you doing?” you practically shriek, backing up into the corner of your bed frame.

in seconds, luigi rushes to your side. you react to this, shoving yourself further into the corner and pulling your covers over your head. “hey, stop!”

“i just wanna talk.” his voice is dark.

his hands are everywhere, as if even he’s trying to figure out what to do with them. you thrash against his pull, but it’s too late. he’s got his hands wrapped around your hips, pulling your comforter down so he can see your face.

you’re looking at each other for a brief second— and you realize you know who this is. half of his face is concealed, but you’d recognize those hazel eyes anywhere. his curly dark hair was disheveled, eyes tired as he pulled the mask down to reveal his unshaven face.

you open your mouth to scream, but you’re too late. luigi presses one of his large hands to your mouth, the other still wrapped around your hip, pressing you into the mattress. you squirmed beneath him, yet you knew he was much stronger than you.

“hi, pretty,” luigi stared at you in awe as you finally stopped wriggling underneath his grasp. “you’ve no idea what i’ve got in store for us.”

tears pricked the corners of your eyes, his hand pressed so hard against your mouth that it was starting to make your jaw sore. all you could do was shake your head ‘no’ at him.

which, he ignored. he didn’t even know where he wanted to start with you, couldn’t believe he finally was in this position. he’d only dreamt of the things he was going to do to you once he finally got ahold of you.

“i’m gonna take my hand away, and you’re gonna stay quiet, understood?” luigi asked. you lied there, frozen and unable to respond. “let me know you understand, baby.”

you slowly nodded your head up and down, eyes widened as you stared up at him. you cringed at the pet-name. he was currently sat on the edge of your bed, using all of his weight to hold you down. you weren’t squirming anymore, but he couldn’t risk giving you a moment to flee.

he slid his hand away from your mouth, and you gasped at the ability to take a deep breath.

“wh- what do you want from me?” you whimpered pathetically, which tugged at luigi’s heart strings. you were so helpless beneath him, and this only sent the blood rushing straight to his cock.

“i don’t want anything from you,” he started, stroking your hair gently. the motion made you flinch, yet you let it continue. “i want you.”

that’s when you took a chance.

his grip on your hip had loosened as he caressed your hair, and you took this as an opportunity to get away from him. you jolted upright, mustering enough strength to attempt pushing luigi off of the bed, giving you an escape path.

only, luigi didn’t budge when you pushed him. he swayed back a bit, but it was nothing that caught him off guard.

he chuckled at you cockily before standing up, and you tried to bolt around him. before you could pass him, luigi gripped onto both of your shoulders, body slamming you back down onto the bed.

“please!” you yelled underneath the man. he was on top of you now— his entire weight held you down, his hands angrily shaking you by your shoulders. not to the point where it’d hurt you, but rather as a way to get you to listen to him.

“oh, don’t give me that.” he scoffs, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “who was the one moaning my name?”

your face flushed with embarrassment— he wasn’t wrong.

“get off of me, luigi! this isn’t funny-“

“i was never joking.” his tone is dark, much like the look in his eyes. you really get to take in his features now, being so close to him. his face was lined with scruff as the black gator mask hung from his neck. he had a black beauty mark on his cheek, and his eyes looked so tired. breathing heavily, your eyes met his as he hovered above you. “so pretty, you’re so pretty baby.” he mumbled, mesmerized by you for a few seconds. your eyes flicked to his lips, then back to his darkened eyes.

that’s when they were on you— all over you, actually. his cold lips met yours with haste, pressing into you deeply. you kissed him back, yet your mind still resented this. his tongue eagerly dipped into your mouth, swirling against your own before pulling away. he kissed your cheek, your neck, your tits— his body mass still kept you pressed to your mattress.

“please-“ you half-moaned, all you could do was watch. “you don’t have to do this.” you weakly protested.

“shh, bellisima,” luigi cooed against your bare stomach, his words sending chills down your spine. he pulled away, watching you carefully to make sure you stayed put.

in one swift motion, he pulled his shirt off of his head, biting down on the fabric and letting it hang from his mouth. he took you by your legs, pulling you down further on the bed. you lied there on your back as he took both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. taking his shirt out of his mouth, he then used it to tie your wrists together, above your head.

you fought it at first, thrashing your hands away. but luigi was too strong, and had you tied up in minutes.

“you’ve got no idea how long i’ve wanted to see you like this,” luigi mumbled, propping himself up on his knees so he could take you in. you lied there, completely bare and all for him to take. your hands were tied above your head, too weak to do anything about it. he leaned into your ear, “i know you’ve thought about this too, about us.” he hissed.

“so fuckin’ perfect.” luigi muttered before lying down next to you. he took in every curve, imperfection, and detail there was to you. you lied there, motionless as tears began to spill from your eyes. he ignored them, and began tracing your stomach with his fingertips. this sent electricity through your entire being, the sensitivity of him barely touching you forcing you to buck your hips upwards. “and so needy, mmm.”

“just let me go.” you persisted, back arched against his touch.

“i just want to help you, baby. can’t you see that?” luigi tried explaining before sitting upwards, placing his large hand on your inner thigh. you gasped at the motion, his hand rubbing circles on that sweet spot against the inside of your leg.

“help me with what?” you demanded, your body slowly giving into luigi’s pleasure. your stomach fluttered as his middle finger made its way towards your clit.

“shh, let me just show you.”

with that, luigi’s middle finger and index finger were pressed firmly together, rubbing your clit with slow, agonizing circles. you were already stimulated from before luigi showed up, so this felt like torture. you shifted underneath him, wriggling at his touch.

“see, feels better than that little toy you got, yeah?” he asked, not expecting an answer. you ignored him, squeezing your eyes shut as pleasure soared through you.

“look at me.” he commanded, and you ignored him, keeping your eyes locked shut.

“fucking look at me.” luigi hissed, a short warning before he plunged his two fingers into your core, slick with you. you gasped loudly, eyes flying open as luigi started to fuck you with just his fingers. the pleasure felt unlike anything you’ve experienced before— his fingers curled against those sweet spots that lied deep within. “mhm, my good girl.” he praised you, only picking up speed.

“oh my god—“ you choked out, arms still raised above your head. you couldn’t do anything besides squirm against the pleasure, something that almost sent luigi over the edge. his fingers kept a daringly fast pace and you wondered how he wasn’t tired.

“feels good, yeah baby? you like when these hands fuck you?” he teased, licking his lips at the sight of you coming undone beneath him. all you could do is whimper in response, panting and nodding rapidly. what were you doing?

“god— i can’t wait any longer. don’t fucking move.” luigi demands aggressively, pulling his fingers out of you. they drip with you, and you whine at the bare feeling of him abandoning you. he notices this, and smirks devilishly. “so impatient, yeah? you want this dick?”

“please.” you pleaded— you weren’t sure if it was for him to stop or keep going. before slipping off his sweats, luigi takes both of the fingers that once were inside of you, and raises them to your mouth.

“open.” he commands, and you do. he slides his two long, bulky fingers onto your tongue and you close your lips around them, sucking hard. he slides them so deep that they reach the back of your throat, forcing you to gag lightly. “you’re doing so fucking good for me, such a good girl.” he rewarded you once again, and you decide to surprise him by swirling your tongue around his fingers.

“fuck—“ he groaned. you sent him over the edge. he pulls his fingers out of you, then slides his sweats all the way off, along with his underwear. his cock springs out, and the size is enough to make you panic.

your eyes widen, and you instinctively back up against the head board at the size of his length.

“uh uh,” luigi commands, quick to grab you by your legs and pull you back downwards. “it’s only gonna hurt for a little baby, but you’re gonna take it.”

“no—“ you choked out, eyes glossy.

“don’t be afraid of me,” luigi stroked himself a few times before he was sat in-between your legs, holding them down so he was sure you weren’t able to go anywhere. “i’m what you need.”

“t-too big.” was all you could manage, and he chuckles.

“let’s stretch you out then, yeah?”

without another warning, luigi spit in his hand and stroked himself again, lining his tip up to your core. he wasted no time inserting himself into you, and it took everything in him to not slam his entire length against your cervix.

“owww!” you cried out as the tip of his cock buried inside of you. “fuck!” you screamed, nails digging into his back.

“mmm.” luigi purred into your ear, letting himself stretch you out before pushing himself deeper into you. your eyes blurred, pain searing throughout your lower body.

“luigi—“ you cried. “it- it hurts. stop.”

“pay attention to this, instead.” he instructed before pressing his lips to your neck, sucking down harshly. you cried out, attempting to lift a hand to push his mouth away, but you’re still tied down. he pushed his cock further into you, a deep moan against your skin. he took it upon himself to then bite down at your skin, leaving you howling in pain.

your eyes seared with wetness, the sensation in your neck tingling against his canines as he bit down again, this time even harder. the skin broke, leaving deep blue and purple marks.

he was finally buried deep inside of you— his cock stretching you more than you’ve ever been before. he lingered for a second, looking up at you and wiping the tears away.

“so beautiful.” he whispered before pulling himself out of you, then slamming back in at full force. your entire body seized beneath him, feeling electrified in a way you’ve never felt before.

luigi started slow, yet hard. he rammed into you agonizingly slow, hitting your cervix when he’d go all of the way. his eyes were locked onto yours during every thrust, you biting your lip as obscenities flew from your mouth.

“focus on this, baby.” his voice rasped, and he bit down on your collarbone this time, earning a yelp from you. surprisingly, it was working. the harder he’d bite, the less you felt the pain of you stretching wider to fit his length. “that’s it, my pretty girl.” he mumbled against your skin.

buzzing beneath him, you started to jerk your hips into him, signaling you wanted him to pick up the pace.

“so fuckin’ needy, want me to fill you up, yeah? claim you so you’re all mine.” he growled, his words heavy against your ear.

“i’m not yours…” you trailed, whining. you knew this would potentially set him off, force him to fuck you faster.

“no?” he asked tauntingly, wrapping a hand around your throat as he continued fucking you slowly. he squeezed hard— then harder, and harder, until you started to see black specks cling to your vision. “not mine, huh? sure fuckin’ looks like you belong to me.”

and you were right, this did set him off.

he wrapped his other hand around your throat as well, squeezing as he finally picked up his pace. the pain you once felt now turned into aching pleasure. you felt your lower stomach pit with that heavy feeling— you were becoming seemingly close.

beads of sweat pooled at luigi’s forehead, his hands still glued to your throat as a necklace. you couldn’t focus on one thing: luigi’s cock plunging into you rapidly, your vision becoming blurred from how hard he was choking you, and the pleasure building within. it was all becoming too much, and you needed a release.

“come on baby, come on.” he encouraged you along, angrily bucking his hips so hard that the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping together rapidly. he removed his firm grasp from your throat, a bruise already forming. “god, i’m fuckin’ obsessed with you, y/n. you’re all i think about.”

“i’m— fuck! i’m cumming, lu.” you said through clenched teeth, voice barely above a whisper from how hard he had choked you previously. you let yourself release all over him, your body shuddering in pure satisfaction.

luigi was quick to follow, a few more ragged pumps sending him into his own euphoria. he moaned deep into your ear— a sound you were sure you needed to get tattooed on yourself. he pulled himself out of you before stroking himself, letting his white substance pour all over your stomach.

“oh my god,” he huffed, lazily sprawling out next to you. “y/n- i.” he started as he began untying your wrists.

you were quick to rise to your feet, not caring if you made a mess. before he realized, you were already down the hallway and in your bathroom, door locked.

luigi was seconds behind you, banging at the door the second it slammed in his face. “fuck— y/n! let me take care of you.” he pleaded, pawing at the doorknob.

you took a huge deep breath before taking a good look into the mirror.

huge purple marks dotted your neck, the spots where he bit. you leaned over the counter, wincing as your fingertips grazed over them. a thick, blue ring lined your neck, where his hands once resided.

“holy fuck.” you mumbled to yourself. your hair was a mess, and your makeup smeared down your cheeks.

“baby—“

you swung the door open, greeted by a naked luigi. he stood there, eyes soft this time as he cupped your face in his hands.

it’s like he fucked you dumb, or maybe you were still in shock. you said nothing as he walked you over to your shower, wrapping a towel over your shoulders and sitting you down on the edge of the tub portion.

he started the water, rubbing your leg as he did so.

“let’s clean you up, yeah?” he questioned, and all your could do was nod, your brain mush.

he slid you down into the warm, comforting water. you didn’t even realize it, but you were still shaking ever since he made you finish. you sat there, looking up at the man in awe, as he washed every portion of your body. he’d talk to you, ask you questions, but you just watched. it was as if you were too stunned to speak, cast under a spell by this italian man.

once done, he lifted you out bridal style, your naked body pressed against his. drying you off, he spotted a white fluffy robe, and wrapped it around your body.

“shhh, it’s okay. i’m not going to hurt you.” luigi spoke calmly, his voice as smooth as honey. “let’s get you to bed, okay?”

all you could do was nod at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he picked you up once again.

he set you down on your bed, the sheets a brazen mess from recent events.

“don’t leave.” you choked out.

“now she talks,” luigi grins down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “i’m not.”

luigi carefully watched as your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing slowly becoming heavier with sleep. he watched as you quietly snored peacefully, sending you somewhere else deep in your mind.

“goodnight, pretty.” he kissed your forehead before cuddling up next to you. “finally mine.”

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legal team part two luigi mangione x reader 18+

part one

summary you work on his legal team. sometimes you meet one on one.

warnings p in v sex, rpf smut, unedited

you stay near the courtroom doors, the file gripped tight in your hands. the buzz of conversation, footsteps, a flickering camera light down the hall. none of it cuts through the weight of your own quiet. you haven't looked at sofia since you arrived. you haven't looked at karen either. you couldn't possibly.

karen doesn’t lift her eyes when she speaks, just flips the file closed with a soft, deliberate snap. her voice is even—measured, restrained—but there’s an unfamiliar edge to it.

"you forgot the tie."

you bite your tongue. "oh,” you say as both their eyes land on you. “he didn't like it."

“luigi,” you cried out, your fingers on the back of his head tightening on his hair, curling your fingers into a fist. between kisses, he busied himself with the task of bruising the soft skin of your neck.

you flinched, breathless. “the guards—”

you didn’t know when things shifted. or how. it started with one kiss—soft, teasing, gentle. but then there was another. and another. and suddenly his hands were everywhere—your waist, your throat, under your blouse like he’d been waiting his whole life. and you let him.

you let him.

now heat is rushing under your skin, hands on the wall, lips swollen, pulse racing, and your client’s name still hot in your mouth. you don’t know what the hell this is, what it means, how to undo it. all you know is you can’t take it back.

you felt so stuffed, going completely dumb on his cock as he hammered his cock into your wet pussy, his movements haltering for a moment of mercy as he came close to whisper, his lips grazing your ear.

“tell me to stop,” luigi said, voice strained with need. “tell me to stop, and we’ll both walk away. pretend this never happened. pretend i haven’t been jacking off to you in the showers since we’ve met.”

sofia leans back, arms crossed, a teasing lilt in her voice. “didn’t frown once. miracle.”

her eyes, big and sweet, turn to you. she smiles. but you can’t quiet the growing sense of paranoia. were they onto you already? were you one meeting away from losing your entire career? you tell yourself it was adrenaline. a slip. but your skin still burns where he touched you.

you force yourself to be neutral. nodding silently in agreement, eyes fixated on the floor, keeping the image of you two tangled together in the farthest corner of your mind.

karen’s voice comes next. "i take it he had a good morning."

“luigi—! gentle, please—gentle—“ you squealed, your chest rising and falling as he did the exact opposite. the brunette boy reached around, giving your clit a soft pinch, you cried out when he raise his hand to give multiple slaps to your sticky folds, your thighs instinctively shutting around his hand.

“can’t take it?” luigi said, almost entertained.

you couldn’t speak, your breaths coming out in shaky huffs as luigi rubbed you into a mind numbing orgasm. “please—” you heaved, your eyes shutting tightly, “luigi—”

“you can take it, baby.”

out of nowhere, a silk fabric wrapped against your whiny mouth as he pulled you back, gentle but demanding.

“cause i’m gonna make sure you do.”

goddamnit.

“that much is evident,” sofia says, flipping a page. “no unnecessary sarcasm. no spiraling. no useless tangents. he was completely unlike himself, and i completely appreciate it.”

you can feel the heat rising in your face, the weight of what’s unsaid pressing down on your shoulders. karen sets the file on the table, thumb tapping lightly against the spine.

“y/n,” karen says. you chew the inside of your cheek as you raise your gaze from off the hardwood floor.

the brunette woman adjusts the clasp on her binder, then glances up at you without lifting her head. “i’m not in the business of personal affairs,” karen says plainly, tone crisp. “but i am in the business of outcomes. and today, he looked like someone the jury might actually root for.”

your gasps and squeals of pleasure were muffled behind his silk green tie, eyes threatening to roll back every time his tip slammed into your g-spot or cervix.

“luigi—please!” you squealed—loud, desperate, and so completely unlike yourself. your back arching now, pushing yourself against him even more, practically molding your bodies into one.

he let out a low growl, biting your ear lobe.

“you wanna cum baby?”

you whimper in response. you’re powerless underneath him. the slap of his hips against yours were bound to bruise. he tugged you back by the makeshift gag in your mouth and it was hard to make sense of anything.

luigi frustrated himself with how quickly he feels like he needs to come. his balls were pinched tight, aching for release but he can’t stop, he needs to make it right, make it perfect.

he threw the gag off of you. “i need to hear you,” he said, so sure. “tell me what you need.”

“cum,” you say, breathless. “i need you to cum inside of me.”

pure bliss stormed over you. and luigi couldn’t keep his head on straight—he was equally as twisted, as horny, as close—as he watched your orgasm course through your body, the coil in the pit of your stomach snapping in, your eyebrows knit together, the added mess between your thighs only making his hips stutter with his own climax painting your walls.

“luigi—!” you moaned in his ear, his thumb slipping between your lips for you to bite down on while he twitched and convulsed inside of you

"so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my cum," luigi groaned, his cock smearing the sticky substance all over your cunt.

you mewled in response. everything was so sore, so sensitive.

“hmm, 'm sorry for making such a mess on your pretty pussy, sweetheart,” luigi said, honey-sweet. “lemme clean it up, yeah?"

you blushed in response when he dropped to his knees, throwing your creamy thighs over his broad shoulders, to put his mouth onto your sex. you almost cry at the feeling, his tongue playing between your folds to lap up his own mess. he cleans you up thoroughly, only to turn you out again right after, his spit soaking your cunt as he readies you for another round.

“we have to go,” you reminded him, breathing.

“we’re already late.” luigi argues, pulling you back onto him. you gasp at the sensation. the sounds of skin slapping re-enters the room, along with your lewd moans. you try to bite your lip. to quell some of the chaos.

“let ‘em hear it,” he growls. “let those little bastards outside hear what i do to you.”

“we’re entering a sensitive window in the trial,” karen continues. “every move is watched. demeanor, behavior, relationships—all of it. if he’s calmer, that helps us. if he’s clear-headed, that helps us. what doesn’t help is inconsistency. emotional volatility. or blurred lines.”

you finally meet her eyes. there’s nothing friendly in her expression. but there is something protective. she cares about luigi—in the only way someone like karen knows how: by keeping him alive in a courtroom.

“whatever rapport you’ve built with him, maintain it,” she says. rather, orders. “if your presence keeps him focused, then i expect you to show up. but this is not sentimental work. it’s survival. and any misstep becomes ammunition.”

“i understand,” you say, quietly.

"good,” karen hums. "because we all have a job in there. mine is to make sure he walks out of this building with his life. yours is to make sure nothing gets in the way of that."

you nod in agreement, and that settles it.

the next day, you’re instructed to report to the jailhouse an hour earlier than usual. no clear reason is given—when you ask sofia, she just shrugs and says mornings are better for morale. you’re not sure if she’s joking. but you’re sure she’s got a smile out of this, considering she was nowhere to be found.

they’ve already escorted him into the prep room before you’ve begun. karen’s looked at you once. it’s worse than awkward. it feels like a punishment.

luigi’s sitting at the table. composed. his tan jacket is buttoned up neatly, sleeves rolled with intent this time, not indifference. his hair’s damp at the sides, like he didn’t bother to towel it dry—styled just enough to suggest he’d cared, then thought better of it. he looks up—and those cinnamon eyes, sharp and unreadable, catch on yours with something you can’t name. he doesn’t smile, not really, but something in him lifts. lingers.

“early start,” he says, voice tender. agreeable.

you set the folder down, careful not to look directly at him or think about the event that transpired in this very room. you feel him watching you anyway.

“actually,” karen says, adjusting her blazer. “i need to place a call to the clerk’s office—there’s been a notice about a potential docket adjustment, and i want to ensure we’re aligned before pretrial.”

you glance back at her, unsure how to move, but she’s already halfway to the door.

“take your time,” luigi calls after her.

you shoot him a look.

the door clicks.

masterlist / talk to me

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Girl that was sooooooo good. You NEED to start writing 💕

AWWW THANK YOU 💞💞💞 honestly it’s my first time ever writing anything like that!!! im on spring break right now so i guess i could try to write more if you have any ideas :P

OMFG 😣😣😣😣

Wait 💀his sister or something catching him going into your room at night she’s like what the actual fuck 😦I mean yes you don’t want to talk to him but ur still fucking him OBVIOUSLY YOUR THOUGHTS NOW PLS

I know this is from a few days ago omg but this is MESSYYYYYY (and I love it) because what if one of his sisters caught him sneaking down the hallway in nothing but his boxers, heading to your room like a thief in the night, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the coast is clear, only for her to spot him while she’s in the bathroom brushing her teeth?

She’s standing there, toothbrush still in her mouth, like:

“…Luigi?”

And, there, he halted in his tracks like a kid caught sneaking out in the middle of the night.

She squinted. “Are you serious right now?”

He tried, badly, to play it cool. “What?”

“What?” she repeated, pulling the toothbrush from her mouth. “You’re supposed to be giving her space, not sneaking into her room like it’s high school. Jesus Christ.”

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh, really? So you’re just casually visiting the mother of your child at 11:45 p.m. in your boxers to talk about co-parenting? Do you remember the part where she said she needed space? Or did that get lost somewhere between you ‘checking on the baby’ every hour? You’re a fucking joke, you know that?”

And then, not even moments after she confronted him, he still went ahead and entered into your room. Now you’re in the middle of fucking each other, engaging in some risky business that you shouldn’t even be doing, especially not here, in his parents’ house. He’s breathless, lips brushing your ear between kisses, whispering, “You gotta be quiet, baby…” and “Remember, he’s right there—don’t wake him up.” But now that one of his sisters knows what you two have been doing, sneaking around and still hooking up after everyone’s gone to sleep, the weight of that confrontation hangs heavy on his conscience. Still, he’s the one making noise and not being quiet—thrusting into you, moaning against your skin, whispering praises in your ear while you struggle to stay silent, biting back sounds that don’t even have names. And when he feels you slipping, he would press a hand gently over your mouth, whispering, “Shh… shh…”

anon you did summ here 😮‍💨

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-

LMFAOOO

Horny ass bitch

and PROUD! put that shit on my gravestone!

Luigi has been officially indicted on his federal charges.

You can read the full document here.