#luigi is fucking innocent

[teitomonogatari]

i am not gonna lie a lot of you seem to be treating "presumption of innocence" as a technicality, a legal loophole, a little *wink wink, nudge nudge* "he's the shooter lol except uuuh presumed innocent amirite" when talking about the mangione trial

some posts will have a "well we just don't know, he could have done it but he also could have not" stance thats Slightly better, but even that is not enough.

Luigi Mangione is innocent. the prosecution, during the trial, would need to produce convincing, direct evidence (not the stupid forged shit the cops obviously planted) and i highly doubt that they'll be able to, hence why they're banking on getting everyone to treat him as the shooter already.

As the man himself said: This is completely unjust and is an insult to the intelligence of the American people and their lived experience.

[roselius]

some people don’t realize how serious this really is.

he’s a pig fat on bills and we’re all starving.

[greengoblinswifey]

Yearning—Luigi Mangione x Fem!Reader

summary— you’ve had a crush on Luigi Mangione, the popular frat boy for three years. after attending his engineering club, you both finally confess. based on this and this request.

warnings— fluff, luigi is a sweetheart, thigh riding, praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie.

Luigi Mangione. God, where to start? Jackie Kennedy’s letter about JFK came to mind whenever he would infiltrate your thoughts.

“And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me.”

“He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it.”

“When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everybody stood up to talk to him.”

That summed up how you felt about him. That summed up him as a person.

You and Luigi started attending Penn at the same time. He became a frat boy but unlike his fraternity brothers, he was different. He was kind, extremely intellectual, respectful and everyone seemed to love him. Most days, you sat in the far corner of the library reading, watching Luigi as he studied with his friends or came in to do research.

Whenever you would glimpse him around campus he was always smiling, surrounded by friends and sometimes even professors. He was involved in clubs and societies, assisted his peers and even volunteered. He was a model student and it was clear he was from a good upbringing. Everyone loved him and was interested in what he had to say. He was such a people person and in the best way possible. With all those extraordinary characteristics, it was no wonder you developed a crush on him.

His dark curls were beautiful and at times you imagined what it would feel like to run your fingers through them. His thick eyebrows made him even more handsome and you thought that especially when they were not plucked and developing into a uni brow. His strong jawline, his nose—he had a facial harmony unlike any other man you had ever seen. Every single part of him was admirable, he was exactly the kind of man you craved. You’d never met anyone like Luigi.

And he had never met anyone like you. But you didn’t know that—at least not yet.

Throughout your three years at the university, you were too shy to initiate any conversation with him. It wasn’t that he seemed mean—it just seemed as though you were in two different worlds. You were nerdy and he was a popular frat boy. It was a tale as old as time, someone like him would never go for someone like you, so you pushed the idea of something sparking to the back of your mind.

The closest you’d ever gotten to speaking to him was when he would tell you good morning or good afternoon when he’d pass by. He was always so polite. His smooth voice had your heart beating fast and at times, you could barely manage to give a response. You weren’t even sure if you gave a response, your thoughts were louder than your voice.

Though these interactions were minuscule, you held them close to your heart. You yearned from afar and at the end of the day, you’d go back to your dorm and daydream. You felt like a teenager again, crushing on a boy, writing about him in your journal, he made you feel alive. He gave you hope that there were good men.

The entire class sighed as the lengthy lecture ended. It was a Friday, the last day of classes and usually the day frat parties were thrown. You weren’t interested, you’d usually take those days to read a book or write something.

As you gathered your books to exit lecture hall, your professor stopped you. “You’re a good student. I’d like to have you in my engineering club at 3, I promise it’ll be insightful.”

You thought for a moment. Your Fridays were usually spent in isolation so it wouldn’t hurt to give your professor and his club a chance. “Sure. I’ll be there, in the lab on the first floor right?” Your professor nodded happily and you have him a polite smile, exiting the lecture hall.

Once you entered your dorm, you collapsed on the plush bed. You had about two hours before the club would start, until then you’d take a shower then pick something to wear. It wasn’t like it was a special occasion, but you never did anything on Fridays.

As you picked out a chic outfit from your closet, it came to you. Luigi was in the engineering club. In fact, he was a dedicated member. The realization had your heart thumping faster in your chest. You would be in an intimate space with him for however long. You needed to look your best. You always did but now, more than ever.

After a soothing shower, your mind focused on how you would manage to keep your eyes of Luigi, you wrapped yourself in a robe and began getting ready. You applied makeup that highlighted your features and by the time you were finished, the club would be starting in just a few minutes.

Great. Your first time attending and you were late. Now, everyone’s eyes would be on you as you walked in, including his. The thought made you shudder and your heart beat faster.

Just as predicted you were late, slowly pushing the door to the lab open ten minutes after the engineering club had began. After taking a deep breath, you stepped inside.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. Good afternoon,” you apologized politely as you closed the door.

Turning around, you realized the room of six people were staring as you walked in.

The only person who caught your eyes was Luigi Mangione. He was as handsome as the day you first saw him, his thick eyebrows quirked upwards and his soft, piercing gaze locked on yours.

“That’s fine. I’m glad you’re here, the club is usually filled but seeing as there’s some big frat party, no one came,” your professor chuckled but your gaze remained on your crush.

You were snapped out of your gaze when your professor gestured for you to sit in the empty seat beside Luigi.

The thought of having to sit next to him made your legs wobbly. Not like you had a choice so with your gaze still locked on his, you slowly made your way over to the empty seat.

“Good afternoon.” Luigi’s voice rang in your ear as you sat down and you hesitantly turned to look at him, returning the sentiment in a meek voice. He was always so respectful, you were the one who came and saw him, you should’ve been the one to greet him.

For the next few minutes, you zoned out. Whatever the professor and the club members spoke about was background noise as your mind swarmed with thoughts about the man beside you. That was until you heard his soothing voice answer whatever question was asked.

Slowly, you turned your head to look at him as he spoke. His side profile was ethereal, his jawline flexing as he spoke about what engineering meant to him. He was so intelligent and the entire room listened intently, grasping each word that left his lips. His presence commanded attention, you craved a man like him. You craved him.

“Do you agree?” Luigi turned to face you, a small smile on his lips. Your eyes widened for a second. Was he actually talking to you?

“Y-yeah, I do,” you said, simply.

You wanted the earth to swallow you whole right then and there. You couldn’t believe you actually stuttered in front of him.

As the time began winding down, you tried to push your overthinking to the back of your mind, wanting nothing more than to dash to your dorm and scream into a pillow.

“And that’s it for today folks. I hope you all enjoyed especially my special guest, same time next week?” your professor asked, a big smile on his face.

You nodded sweetly but you knew you weren’t coming back. Not after stuttering while you talked to your crush.

Quickly, you exited the lab, determination in your steps as you made your way back to your dorm.

“Y/N! Wait up!” You stopped in your tracks hearing his voice call after you. He knew your name.

“Is everything okay?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, Luigi was standing in front of you, concerned about your well being.

“I’m fine, Luigi. And you?” you asked, fidgeting with the bracelet on your wrist.

“Really nervous, I can’t lie.”

He was nervous, why would he be nervous speaking to you? “Why would you be nervous?” you inquired, confusion etched on your face as you avoided eye contact.

“Fuck, okay, let me start. So, uh, these past three years I’ve been trying to talk to you, but I’ve never been able to go beyond greeting you. Sometimes, you wouldn’t even respond, other times, you just had this look on your face that seemed like you didn’t want me to talk to you. And I’m not insulting your looks or anything,” he said frantically, hands held up in self defense, “you’re beautiful, really beautiful. And then today, when you walked in looking like this—”

He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair, watching as your eyes widened with each word. “When you walked in looking so beautiful, I knew I had to confess. You gave me a look too—that look in your eye that told me you feel what I feel too. Fuck, I’ve had a crush on you for so long. I’ve admired you all these years, and now I finally have the courage to confess.”

Your lips parted slightly, heart beating so loudly in your chest you could hear it in your ear. Luigi felt the same way you had felt since the moment you saw him. He wanted you just as bad. The popular frat boy had been nursing a crush on you all these years and he—him of all people, had been nervous to to confess.

“Me too, God, me too. I feel the same way. I’ve had a crush on you since the day I saw you, ever since then you’ve been stuck in my head. I see you around school a-and you’re everything I could ever want but I was just so scared to even say anything, you’re popular and I’m not and I thought—”

Your frantic confession was cut short when his large hands cupped your cheeks. His eyes fluttered shut as he titled his head and pressed a slow kiss that was hesitant at first. Once you wrapped your arms around his neck, the kiss grew deeper, though still gentle.

He smiled into your lips and you smiled against his, your heart fluttering. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear. I felt like I’ve waited my entire life to kiss you,” he beamed.

You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as your cheeks heated. Then, the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Would you like to come back to my dorm?”

“Yeah—I mean are you sure?” Luigi asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Never been sure about anything as much as I am now.” Your new found confidence shocked you and you walked back to your dorm across campus, fingers laced together. Were you in a dream? Did the man you had been crushing on for three whole years feel the same way too? You couldn’t believe it but you’d make the best of it until you could.

Walking to your dorm you got many stares—it wasn’t everyday the most desired frat boy held hands with a random, reserved girl. He sensed your slight discomfort and squeezed your hand, giving you that reassuring smile you had always seen him give to others. Now, it was yours.

As you unlocked the door of your dorm, barely managing to close it behind you, you were gently pushed up against it. Luigi had his arms on either side of your head.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he chuckled. “I need to hear you say it. Do you have feelings for me?”

The tension in the room was palpable, his sweet, strong cologne enveloped your senses making your head swoon and your thighs clench instinctively. Though it hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“I have feelings for you Luigi, I really, really like you. More than you could even imagine.” His eyes softened at your words as if it was the one thing he needed to be told.

“Fuck, princess. I like you too, a lot. The way I feel about you, I’ve never felt that for anyone else. You’re all I’ve thought about for three whole years and I wish I wasn’t such a pussy and made a move sooner so we could’ve had more time together. So I could’ve had you all to myself sooner.”

This was what you had always wanted to hear and experiencing it in real time was far better than any daydream you had ever conjured up.

Now, it was your turn to interject. Your hands wrapped around his neck, bringing his head down into an intense, all consuming kiss. Your body pressed flush against him and his hands went under your thighs, instinctively. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and he caught you.

“Is this real?” Luigi asked breathlessly, as he sat on your bed with you in his arms.

You giggled and snuggled into his neck, inhaling his scent and making sure your hands remained on him. You wondered if it was real too and you didn’t want to take your hands off him, scared he would just be a figment of your imagination and disappear.

He littered gentle kisses all over your face and you hadn’t even registered what you were doing until you felt a jolt of pleasure course through you. You moved back and forth on his now prominent bulge, and you both moaned in unison.

You were clad in a short dress and it rode up with the only thing separating you being your thong, his jeans and boxers. His hands hesitantly went to your hips and you stared into his eyes as you were grinding on his bulge. His hazel eyes were lust blown and his lips parted as low moans escaped. God, those moans. They were music to your ears.

“This feels so good, baby, are you okay?” he asked, breathlessly.

“Shhh, just hold me,” you whispered, feeling your orgasm on the horizon.

He guided you back and forth and pressed his forehead against yours, your breathing increasing.

“Be a good girl and cum for me sweetheart, it’s okay. I know you want to,” he whispered.

At his command you gripped his bicep, your entire body convulsing as you stared into his eyes and came in your panties.

He held you close, rubbing your back as you slowly came down from your high. “That’s it, such a good girl,” he cooed. You couldn’t believe just grinding against him made you cum that hard, if you weren’t so caught up in the moment, you would’ve been embarrassed.

“Lu, I need more,” you pleaded, voice thick with emotion.

As soon as the words left your lips, his eyes glinted in a way you hadn’t seen before. He slipped off your dress, staring into your eyes and when he found no hesitation, he unclasped your bra.

His eyes widened at the sight of your bare chest before him, nipples hard. “You’re absolutely stunning, can I touch you? Taste you?”

“Please,” you rasped.

His head dipped and you couldn’t help but moan, feeling his tongue swirl around your hardened nipples. He moved to the other neglected breast, engulfing it with his mouth and suckling, while gently pinching the other. Your fantasy was finally fulfilled as you ran your fingers through his dark curls, back arching into his touch.

Abruptly, he placed you on the bed and slid to his knees, opening your legs to reveal the heaven that resided between. “Am I allowed to touch you? Can I taste you sweetheart? It’s entirely your decision if you want me to.”

“Yes, please.” He slid off your wet panties, tossing it aside and taking a moment to marvel at your glistening pussy before his head went between your legs.

The feeling of his tongue against you was heaven, he was so skilled, sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue. His eyes bore into yours, a moment so intimate you almost wanted to hide your face. Your moans, the sound of your juices and Luigi’s tongue filled your once silent dorm and you gripped onto his curls for dear life.

“You taste like Heaven baby,” he murmured before diving back in.

His hands gripped your thighs tighter as he deepened his focus, his tongue pressing harder against your clit. He was relentless but tender and more soft moans escaped your lips as your thighs shook. He responded with a low groan of approval, the vibration adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

His tongue circled against your clit in a final, deliberate motion, and the world around you blurred. When your orgasm hit, it was like a storm breaking loose. Your pussy surged with pleasure, a pulse that started deep inside and spread outward, consuming every inch of you. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, gripping tight as your orgasm washed over you, a cry slipping from your lips as you squirted in his mouth. He didn’t let up, drawing every last ripple from you, not stopping until your body finally collapsed, spent and trembling.

“You did so well sweetheart, did you enjoy that?” he asked, leaning up, lips and chin glistening.

To answer his question, you pulled him in for a kiss and slipped your tongue inside his mouth to taste yourself. His hands went to your breasts, fondling you as you smiled into the kiss. “I need you so bad Lu, please.”

“Talk to me. Tell me what you need then princess,” he whispered, his deep voice making your pussy throb.

You buried your face into his neck, your cheeks heating at the request but he wasn’t having it.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart, I’m here—it’s just me. Tell me exactly what you need.”

He titled your chin to look up at him, his eyes glistening with care and something darker. Something you’d never seen before but made your thighs clench. “I- I need you to fuck me.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Luigi lay you flat on the bed then hovered over you, his body pressing lightly against yours as he sucked on your neck. He shed his clothes in a flash, and your breath caught at the sight before you. The heat of his skin against yours was electrifying, and anticipation hung thick in the air.

Luigi looked like a god, one you craved to worship, his muscles taut and glistening under the dim light in your dorm every curve and contour accentuated. You couldn’t help but caress his abs, fingers tracing the defined lines, marveling at the way his body felt firm under your touch. His eyes fluttered shut, a low groan escaping his lips as your hands explored his body.

“Like what you see?” he asked, leaning down to lick the side of your neck.

“You have no idea.” You had dreamt of the day you would be able to have him all to yourself, have your hands all over him, and it was finally here. Your eyes trailed down to his deep V line and then you saw it. He was long, thick and hard. Bigger than you had ever imagined and your breath caught in your throat as you saw his cock physically throb.

“S’okay baby, you can take it. I’ll go nice and slow for you,” he whispered.

You nodded then felt him slowly push the tip in, just enough to make your breath catch again. A gasp escaped your lips, his size stretching you, testing your limits. His brow furrowed with restraint, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held back, waiting for you to adjust.

His eyes searched yours, intense and burning with something primal, yet laced with care. “Are you okay sweetheart, want me to move?”

You nodded slightly, biting your lip, and he moved again, pressing in just a little more, but it’s so much—he’s so much, filling you in a way you’d never been before.

Your pussy tightened around him, and he moaned, low and guttural, the sound sending a ripple of need straight through you. “You feel so good baby,” he gasped, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

He was so thick, every inch was a slow, deliberate stretch, each stroke making you moan and grip the thin fabric of your sheets. His darkened eyes never left yours, his lips parted slightly as he panted softly, the strain of holding back evident on his face. You were both gasping, lost in the feeling of him filling you inch by inch, the overwhelming sensation forcing you to arch your back slightly into him.

“Lu,” you moaned, your nails clawing at his back.

“I know baby, it feels so fucking good.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, he was fully buried in your pussy, and you could feel him throbbing deep inside your cervix. The moment hung in the air, both of you frozen in awe, the sheer intensity of it all leaving you breathless.

“Feels so good Lu, I—I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, on the brink of an orgasm already.

“Not yet baby, I want it to be really good. Be a good girl and hold on for me.”

You nodded and your fingers gripped his shoulders as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, and for a moment, all you could hear were your ragged breaths mingling together and the sound of his body softly pounding into you.

His hips rolled gently, sliding out just enough to make you gasp before pressing back in with a deep, deliberate thrust. The friction was perfect, every inch of his cock dragging inside your pussy sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. The man you had a soul eating crush on for three years was fucking you. Luigi Mangione was finally fucking you.

He reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit softly and no matter how hard you bit your lips, you couldn’t stop the moans that left you. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, you can cum now. Do it around my cock, baby,” Luigi cooed.

As soon as the words left his lips you felt it. A rush of liquid escaped you as your orgasm ripped through every muscle in your body. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as you squirted around his cock, the slick wetness coating him. His name fell from your lips again, but it was a loud moan, caught in the overwhelming and intense ecstasy that took over.

You gasped realizing what had just happened. You’d never squirted before—you weren’t even sure if you had ever cum, but somehow, Luigi managed to get that out of you. He made you squirt.

“That’s it. My good girl, you came so hard baby. Fucking soaked my cock,” he said, looking down at the mess you made on the sheets and his cock as he bottomed out.

He gave you a moment to breathe, pressing soft kisses on your lips. “You’re so beautiful, God, I can’t believe I have you,” he beamed.

He flipped you on your side, his body pressing against yours as he hoisted your leg up.

“Ready sweetheart? Is this okay?” he asked.

“More than okay, please fuck me,” you whined.

He pressed a kiss to your ear before he was back in your soaked, warm walls. This time, it was easier for him to slip inside, though the stretch from this angle still had you squeezing his thigh. He thrusted up into you, hitting that sweet spot that had you crying out repeatedly.

“You take me so well baby, such a good girl,” he praised.

He maintained a steady but deep rhythm, one that had you feeling almost every inch of him, and soon you felt your pussy throb, another intense orgasm impending.

“You wanna cum baby? Yeah? Tell me how bad you want to,” he murmured.

You wrapped your hand around his head, your fingers lacing in his curls and fucking yourself back on his cock. “Please Lu, wanna cum so bad. I’ve waited so long for this. I’ve thought about this every single day, please let me cum.”

“Yeah? Me too baby. I’ve thought about fucking you for so long and having you just soak my cock. Cum for me pretty girl,” he said.

Your legs trembled, your hands pulling his head down to the back of your neck to make him suck as the pleasure peaked. He thrusted into you harder, each motion pushing you closer to the edge until you couldn’t hold on any longer. With a loud whimper, your pussy clenched around his hard cock, the tension snapping again and the release flooded through you all at once. You squirted once more, this one somehow more intense than the last and making tears prick the corner of your eyes.

“You’re amazing sweetheart, such a good girl for me,” he whispered into your ear.

Your vision blurred, the orgasm leaving you dizzy, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, slow and deeper now, letting you ride out every last wave of pleasure until you were left panting and utterly spent, your body limp and trembling in his arms.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“I-inside me, please,” you gasped, your walls clenching around him to milk him of his cum.

“Are you sure sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically, grinding your ass against him and that did it.

“Oh God baby, t-thank you. You’re incredible,” he gasped as his orgasm washed over him.

You felt him pulse inside you, his cock twitching as he spilled into you, filling you with his warm cum and you came once more, this time, with him. His body tensed beside you, every muscle taut as he let out a ragged moan of release. His cum flooded through you, his orgasm drawing out in long, throbbing waves as he rocked against you, riding out every last pulse of pleasure. You’d never felt this good before.

Slowly, he pulled out of you and turned you so that you were facing him. He stared into your eyes, his expression softening as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. His breathing was still heavy, but there was a look of contentment on his face, a quiet satisfaction in the aftermath of the overwhelming pleasure and the need he felt for you over the past three years.

“You did so well, sweetheart. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.

“You didn’t,” you smiled, brushing his thick eyebrows with your fingers making him chuckle.

“I’m glad. Did I live up to your expectations?”

“Surpassed it. It was better than I could ever imagine,” you beamed.

“I feel the same way sweetheart, now let’s cuddle for a bit then take a shower and get ready. I’m taking you out to dinner.”

His words made your heart flutter and you buried your face in his firm chest. He was all you could ask for and more. After years of yearning, he was finally yours.

[banjo15]

The fact that theres multiple arguments for

luigi mangione always cracks me up like

Person A: "HE DIDNT FUCKING DO IT! are you dumb? the eyebrows dont match, his manifesto GLAZES the police, nobody can bike that fast who the fuck do you think he is, SANTA CLAUS? i mean his favorite pokemon is fucking BRELOOM FOR GODS SAKE"

person B: " I think he did a wonderful thing! he killed a billionaire mass-murderer who thinks healthcare isnt a human right. maybe we should do it again, and again, and again, and a- "

*Bucky comes in, slaps person B, then leaves

Person B: "OWW- as i was saying we need to SEIZE THE MEANS OF PRODUCTION! DOWN WITH CAPITALIST PIGS! YOU WILL NOT SELL OUR RIGHTS AWAY YOU GREEDY CUNTS! OINK OINK MOTHERFUCKERS!" *Shoots elon musk in the head

Person C: " oh who is this guy? OH SHIT HES SO FUCKING HOT- Please fuck me raw i want 12 kids with this man marry me so hot I need him i need my hands on him i want to make him moan "

and all these arguments are valid

Ngl I’m starting a poll cause this post is too popular

Which person are you?

Mainly a question for shits and giggles

[hisaangel]

girl math 🥴

[realhotgirlshitah]

Need yall to know whenever you post a new pic of Lulu my mind IMMEDIATELY races to write something because GAWD there’s a story begging to be written with every photo 🧍🏾‍♀️

Here’s the first inspired by this TikTok coming in hot!

You sat cross-legged on your dorm bed, your laptop open, but you weren’t paying attention to it. Instead, your focus was entirely on Luigi, who had taken over your desk with his textbooks and laptop, deep into whatever comp sci assignment he was working on.

You’d invited him over to study, but concentrating on anything else was proving impossible.

Luigi’s brow furrowed as he read through lines of code on his screen, his head tilting slightly in thought. Every now and then, he’d squint, and that’s when it happened—the subtle pout of his lips. He didn’t even seem to realize he was doing it, but to you, it was the cutest thing in the world.

Your fingers idly tapped on your phone, though your eyes kept drifting back to him. He shifted in his chair, leaning closer to the screen, and the pout deepened as he encountered something particularly tricky. It was so endearing, so unfairly adorable, that you couldn’t stop the little laugh that escaped your lips.

He heard it immediately. His eyes flicked toward you, eyebrows raised. “What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity—and a bit of suspicion.

You shrugged, biting back a grin. “Nothing,” you said, feigning innocence. “You’re just… cute when you concentrate.”

His reaction was immediate. Luigi rolled his eyes in that signature way of his, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “I’m not cute,” he grumbled, turning back to his laptop. “I’m trying to work.”

That only made you laugh more, watching as his jaw tightened in concentration and his lips puckered again. You couldn’t help it—your mind wandered to an image of him wearing a pair of glasses, the kind perched low on the bridge of his nose. Combined with that pout and his squinting, he’d look like someone’s impossibly hot dad who’d just come home from work, ready to lecture you about staying up too late.

The thought made you snort, and this time, you didn’t even try to hide it.

He glanced back at you, narrowing his eyes. “Seriously, what?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “You’re just… you’d look so good in glasses, you know? All squinty and pouty like that. Very ‘hot professor meets hot dad.’”

Luigi groaned, his head dropping into his hands as he muttered, “I came here to study, not to be psychoanalyzed.”

But you couldn’t take it anymore. You launched yourself off the bed, practically pouncing on him before he could react. He let out a startled grunt as you landed in his lap, your hands grabbing his face as you giggled.

“Baby, what the hell?” he muttered, his voice somewhere between exasperated and amused.

“You’re just so cute!” you exclaimed, your lips pressing to his forehead. Then his cheeks. Then his nose. You couldn’t stop yourself, smothering him in kisses as he sat there, frozen, his face quickly turning red.

“Okay, okay,” he said, though he made no real attempt to push you away. His hands came up to rest on your hips, his grip steady but gentle. “I get it. I’m cute. Can you let me breathe now?”

“Not a chance,” you teased, peppering kisses along his jawline. “You’re too irresistible.”

He sighed, though you caught the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re adorable,” you shot back, pulling back just enough to look at him properly. His lips were still slightly pouty, his cheeks flushed, and his dark eyes were staring up at you with a mix of fondness and exasperation. “Seriously, Luigi. How am I supposed to concentrate when you look like that?”

“I could say the same thing about you,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “You’re a lot, you know that?”

“Only for you, my Italian diva” you replied, your hands still holding his face as you leaned in for another kiss, this one softer and slower. And a great way to make his brain short circuit to prevent him from whining and bitching about the term of endearment you’d just given him, no matter how true it was.

His grip on your hips tightened slightly, and for a moment, he kissed you back, his lips warm and surprisingly tender against yours. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath.

For a few seconds, you just sat there, the room quiet except for the soft hum of his laptop. Then he sighed dramatically, glancing back at his computer. “You know, I actually have work to do.”

You grinned, shifting in his lap so you were more comfortable. “And I’ll let you get back to it, Professor Pouty. Eventually.”

Luigi shook his head, muttering something under his breath about how impossible you were, but he didn’t push you off. Instead, he adjusted his chair slightly, letting you stay where you were while he halfheartedly returned to his work.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, smiling to yourself. You knew you were distracting him, but you couldn’t help it—Luigi was just too cute to resist.

A/N: IM SOBBING AT HIS LITTLE POUT OH MY GOD MY SHAYLAAAAA 😭💔

A quick lil fluffy drabble that I wrote on my 15 minute break (free me from the shackles of work omg)

More lulu content incoming because I’m unfortunately a whore for curly headed brunettes that are lowkey losers but ridiculously hot 🫤

[fmth3rd]

Just followed the Luigi Mangione tag and wanted to come here and say all of you hornyposting him casually like a fuckable pop idol are actually insane

You realize he is at risk for being executed by firing squad, or worse yet getting Epstein'ed, and you're sitting there loudly slapping your flaps in broad daylight in front of God and everyone because you can't handle respecting a pretty man's privacy?

Do you actually realize the gravity of this or???

[freeluigihesbae]

luigi mangione

I wanted to write a dedicate a serious post for Luigi since today is one of his first serious trial dates/days.

Luigi has NOT been convicted as guilty, which means he maintains his innocence. I think I'm guilty of this too, but when we call him a hero, we take away the little grace and dignity he has left. I'm not saying that I'm perfect, but recognizing that he is still innocent until proven guilty is something we should practice.

That means our love for him needs to go beyond the assumption that he is guilty. A lot of people have been saying they like and love him because he did something good, but it is difficult to justify when that if you don't recognize that he is a human being.

Recognizing him as a human being means you take the correct assumption that is IS innocent. When you look at it that way, you'll realize that Luigi is a victim of this entire situation, no matter how strong Luigi has seemed to be in this entire process.

He's a few years old than me, which means, he's just a guy. A kid. Stellar intelligence and future that he had which got destroyed because of how cruel and hierarchal this "so-called" justice system. Let's remember this is the same justice system that strangely struggles to give needed charges to rapists, believes in reducing gun regulation and solving school shooting issues, and advocating for corporation because trickle-down economics (thanks reagan!! fuck you.) is a convenient excuse to milk money from the average person.

We live in an unjust society that will always remain no matter where you go in the world. It will always exist and the best we can do is keep ourselves close to the truth rather than fall prey. We are smart, independent individuals who can pick and choose the things we want to in logical ways to adhere to what is right.

Luigi Mangione is a human. He is a human. He is a human.

Keep repeating this to yourself. He is a human being who when to Penn. He has two degrees. He has a family. He has friends. He went to parties. He was in clubs. He had jobs. He tutored. He ran around on the beach. He went to Hawaii. He had back surgery.'

I hope Luigi's story inspires us all to realize that no-one is perfect. We all have something dark and painful within us all that manifests differently.

With that being side, let's keep hope on our side. Let's use the things we have learned about Luigi and approach his situations with confidence, forgiveness, and kindness.

Fuck these insurance companies, health or not. Fuck the government (in certain aspects not entirely!) and most of all, good luck Luigi,.

We love you.

~

Any tags pertaining to Luigi fics were on purpose; I want this post to get as much coverage and attention as possible!

[adjusthim]

chat i think they got the wrong guy

[in4newz]

id: a tweet from pop tingz. "max announces the release of the 'luigi mangione: the ceo killer' documentary on february 17th."

hey! just a reminder this alleged "ceo killer" hasn't been convicted of anything, hasn't even gone to trial, was taken into custody without being dna tested or fingerprinted (what fingerprints they did find near the scene were entirely circumstantial), didn't have any contact with legal rep before his extradition hearing, and wasn't identified as a facial match by the fbi's top notch ai software. just don't watch this doc, it's bound to be full of bullshit just like tmz.

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[luigi2028]

Seeing what you commented about his booking photo is something I think about almost daily... I wonder if he was crying right before it was taken. Mind you, that's a suicide vest they have on him.

I’m sorry, that’s a fucking WHAT!?! I thought that was just some sorta weird exam gown for when they do their full body searches and shit (imagining him getting cavity searched literally haunts me. Idk if that’s something they would’ve done then or if they do that when you’re actually convicted and sentenced? I could google it but I’m already typing this out and too lazy to switch screens)

They said at the time of arrest he started shaking really bad. Some people took that as “oh yeah he was obviously scared because he did it and knew he got caught.” (Sorry anon I know this is kinda going WAY off but I was thinking about this last night).

So two cops approached him at McDs and asked he pull down his mask. He complied. They asked for ID. He gave them the fake ID he’d used in the hostile. Why? IMO, it was to avoid being matched with his real name to any missing persons reports put out by his family and I’m sure he knew they’d put one out. THEN they asked if he’d been to NY recently. Obviously he had. And he obviously knew about the shooting that’d just happened. So the gears start turning in his head that ‘oh shit they think I’M the guy?!’

Now he realizes he just gave them a fake ID and the same ID he’d used in NY at that. He knows that’s gonna look really REALLY bad.

They cuff him and lead him off which is when I believe they search his belongings and find all the “evidence”.

So yeah I can absolutely imagine him BAWLING because he went from trying to simply avoid his family and figure himself out on his own to now being accused of the MURDER of a CEO. And I’m sure he was well aware they’d planted that “evidence” but that now it was his word against theirs and that’s gotta be a helpless feeling. He screwed up with the ID. Somebody pointed out if he had given them a different ID (fake or otherwise) they wouldn’t have had reason to search him cause the name wouldn’t have been the same as the one at the hostile. I don’t think he was worried about that because at that initial moment he probably never assumed they were coming to him as a murder suspect.

The damage that’s been done to this poor boy is irreversible. The PTSD he will no doubt inevitably suffer is something he’ll probably live the rest of his life with. He’s gonna have such a hard time trusting ANYBODY. His dating life was stagnant before all this, it’ll be completely dead afterward. I wanna hold out hope that since he has seen all the support he’s been given that that’ll help him reintegrate back into society a little easier. And yes I’m gonna talk about this as though he’ll be found not guilty and released. Cause as of right now he is Not Guilty. It is up to the prosecuting team to PROVE his guilt, not the other way around.

Again, apologies for such a long-winded reply. I was stewing on this thought for a bit.

[shefightsforall]

Free Luigi.

Arrest Elon.

[luiluvr]

while i’m so grateful to have gotten any luigi content today, i cannot help but feel a sense of dread and anxiety for him.

i’m doing my absolute best to stay optimistic about it, pray and manifest he will get out of this, because he is truly strong; and has an an amazing legal team — i struggle comprehending how cruel this court hearing was today, realization and the information Mrs. Agnifilo provided us with just stung me, seeing him, yes looking healthy but so very drained of life and so exhausted.

then the photos of him leaving afterwards in the inmate uniform without a jacket in the cold makes me so upset i just cannot fathom why he’s such a threat when he’s outside MDC.

genuinely luigi has changed my perspective of life the more i learn about him, he’s made me more passionate about little things, to focus on the present and not ponder the future—which i opened up about in a letter i sent him today, and presumably, i have been trying to change for the better, he inspires me so much academically, emotionally and mentally.

we love u luigi, we’ll see u soon, and i promise to never forget u 🥺💚

continue to support luigi:

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[greengoblinswifey]

Luigi’s first Valentine’s Day Away

The prison’s visitation room was cold, sterile, nothing like the warm, intimate settings you had imagined for your Valentine’s Day together. But as soon as your eyes met Luigi’s through the glass, everything else faded into the background.

He looked good, tired, maybe, but still him, still the man who made your heart race even from the other side of the table. His lips curled into a soft smirk as he took you in, his gaze lingering on the delicate gold chain around your neck, the pendant resting just above your heart—his name, Luigi, etched in cursive.

“You’re wearing it,” he murmured.

“Of course, I am,” you said, voice trembling slightly as you clutched the necklace. “I love it. I love everything you sent me.”

The roses, large and fragrant, had arrived that morning, alongside a beautifully written card in his handwriting, words that made you cry the second you read them. And then there was the necklace, something to keep him close when he couldn’t be.

“I’m glad you did, sweetheart,” he said, his voice softer now, his thumb tracing along your collarbone before he cupped your face, his eyes scanning yours, taking you in because he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to again.

You swallowed hard, blinking back tears as you forced a smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lu.”

His expression faltered just slightly, a flicker of pain in his eyes before he covered it with a slow exhale. “Happy Valentine’s Day, amore.”

Your breath hitched at the sound of the pet name, familiar and comforting, yet aching with the reality of your separation.

“I miss you,” you admitted.

His jaw clenched for a second before he spoke. “I miss you so much, amore.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment, just soaking each other in, making the most of stolen time. Then, Luigi smirked slightly, tilting his head. “You look beautiful, you know.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Stop, Lu.”

“I mean it,” he said. “Even like this, even here, there’s no one else I’d rather be spending today with.”

Tears spilled before you could stop them, and he sighed before pulling you into his arms. His embrace was solid, his scent familiar even in this place. You buried your face in his chest, gripping the fabric of his orange shirt like you never wanted to let go.

He pulled back to look at you, his fingers brushing a stray tear from your cheek before he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was deep, full of everything words couldn’t say.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his hands still holding you close. “It’s not forever,” he promised. “I’m coming back to you, amore.”

You nodded, squeezing the pendant between your fingers, holding on to every word.

“I know,” you whispered. “I’ll be waiting.”

“I love you, angel,” he said, a smile on his lips.

“I love you too, Lulu.”

[hisaangel]

Guess who needs more time to fabricate evidence they don’t have.

(allegedly) federal prosecutors of Luigi asked to postpone his january 18th court hearing in order to give them more time to prepare (meaning they have little to nothing)

[realhotgirlshitah]

One month ago today, a barber and eyebrow tech in prison sat their fellow inmate down in a chair, held hands, took a moment of silence and said “let’s make history”