Luigi X Reader Novels & Stories

Luigi is getting in Caspian’s vein for the long discussion they are having. “Yes! I love her! And I don’t want her to see getting hurt just because to a worthless man like you! I know that she deserves to be happy…” Luigi bravely confessed his feelings. ---

Resting against his chest she propped herself up and looked into his bright blue eyes, ‘You are a bully’ She pouted and he grinned ‘I do what I have to’ ‘You do not play fair’ She straddled him her eyes flashing as she pinned him down, ‘I am not going to Sicily’ He flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms above her head burning soft kisses down her neck and shoulder, ‘I got that message loud and clear’ He bit her ear lobe making her moan softly, ‘Stop it Luca I can’t think’ He chuckled and licked her nipple then circled it with his tongue ‘Thinking is overrated’ He slithered down her body planting hot kisses as he went setting fire to her core, ‘Luca’ She arched up as his fingers and to

“Do you like how I fucking know you, Lucia? Do you know that you are mine? Tell me you are mine?” Her answer came in a shriek of pure, desperate affirmation: “YES! YES! I'm YOURS! OH GOD, YES!” Her head flailed, strands of black hair splaying out like a tangled, dark halo. Her moans rose and fell. I thrust deeper; I gripped her breast hard. “Do I fuck you better than Giovanni?” I asked, but she kept moaning. My hand flew to her neck as I gripped tight. “Fucking answer me slut. Am I fucking you better than that bastard Giovanni?” I growled

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Lilly “That has now earned you five more strokes.” He says in a calm voice. His hand slowly strokes the area he just slapped. “Which makes it thirty four left.” “No. Please Mr. Storm. I’m sorry. I won't curse again.” I beg him. I do not want five more of that. He never answers. Instead he slaps me again and again and again. I cry out and beg him to stop, but never curse. My tears are flowing from my eyes as the pain from his spanking registers in my brain. But there is not only pain. With horror I feel my sex overflow with slickness as arousal tingels through my body.

Pushing those thoughts away from my mind, I pulled Cain's hand towards the little cart parked across the street. Luigi as usual mattered some spanish words as a sign of how happy he was to see me again. Then his face changed when he saw Cain, he was so shocked that he stopped fanning the little Gemini sausages on the grill. He wiped his hands with a rag before greeting Cain. "I'm such a huge fan, can I get your autograph?" He asked.

"I don't even have to try." My nails bit into my palm. I wanted to laugh—mostly because I couldn't believe I'd once thought this man was deep enough to love anyone but himself. "Then let's make the best of it," Luigi said calmly. "I also think Anna is way more suitable for you." Leo blinked. "Didn't you say she was a gold-digging, stubborn whore?" "Yes," Luigi replied evenly. "Don't you get annoyed?"

My plan, being such a big flop, had me reaching to take the card from him, but halfway to it, a firm grip rounded my wrist, drawing me to himself and gritting, “Forget it, she's occupied.” I raised my face to spot Adler’s glare, and in the face of Luigi’s calm, my knees felt jittery; he didn't just…he fucking didn't just… The card still hanging in the air, Luigi frowned, shifting his gaze from me to Adler, "Am I missing something?" Adler pulled me to his side, then snarled over my head, "Do you want to?" Luigi dipped back the card, shrugged, and, still holding Adler's gaze, crooned, “A caregiver, Huhn,” before he walked away.

“In return, this stays between us.” I clenched my jaw, ignoring the way my stomach twisted. Bastard. Victoria sighed dramatically, taking another sip of wine. “Honestly, I’m a little disappointed,” she drawled. “I was looking forward to watching Luigi shit himself the second Tristan found out he tried to slit his boyfriend’s throat.” Luigi bristled. “He’s a fucking gay boy, not God.” “That’s the problem,” she said, downing her cup. “He’s the devil. I know you just came back after many years,” she poked his chest, “but don’t mess with him.”

Luigi is getting in Caspian’s vein for the long discussion they are having. “Yes! I love her! And I don’t want her to see getting hurt just because to a worthless man like you! I know that she deserves to be happy…” Luigi bravely confessed his feelings. ---