#luigi mangione prompt

[hisaangel]

a request: lu and reader showering together for the first time. the relationship is still pretty new, so it’s a bit awkward when lu stands in the doorway and asks if he can join. doesn’t end up sexual but is still sensual and passionate…thanks :)

You ask and you shall receive <3

Luigi Mangione x Reader fluff

cw: fluff, nakedness (???), a little smut if you squint?

Letting your hand run under the stream of water in the shower, feeling the temperature, as you heard some shuffling around the bathroom, sticking your head out from behind the shower only to find your one and only boyfriend of 2 months leaning against the door frame, his eyes still full of sleepiness,

"can i join?" the silence lingering for a few seconds before you agreed, nodding, a smile appering on his sleepy face.

Staring intensely at Luigi as he stripped out of his boxers, his eyes glued to your body, with nothing but love as he stepped into the shower. You can’t help but smile at him, his features admirably.

Towering over you Luigi reached over your head picking up the shampoo bottle, you standing under the water alone, wetting ur hair. Letting him get situated

“c’mere, Lu” begging him closer to you, worried he’s getting cold, looking down at you, finally closing the space between the two of you. “You’re so cute” he mumbles against your ear before placing his fingers on the top of your head, messaging your scalp, making sure your hair is all wet, a tired but constant smile on his face

you couldn’t help but reach for his face, moving the strand of hair sticking to his forehead. Finally pouring shampoo into his hands. Standing in front of you as he massaged the shampoo into your scalp and hair.

your cheeks slightly painted red as you lean into his gentle touch, looking down on you with adoring eyes. making you feel special.

this kind of intimacy something new, pressed against eachother, chest to chest.

the hot water running down the both of your bodies, the vanilla and shea butter scent from the shampoo relaxing the both of you, continuing the massage as he made sure to reach every single strand of hair.

“close your eyes my love”, and you did, still placing his hand over your eyes, just incase. Dipping your head back a little washing the soap out of your hair, his fingers gently but firmly scratching the shampoo out of your hair. Now tilting your head forward letting you know that your hair is rinsed.

watching his every move as he reached for the conditioner, putting a little amount onto his hand before reaching for your hair again.

enjoying the comfortable silence and the feeling off his fingers combing through your applying the conditioner to your ends

“now we wait a few minutes, right?” sounding unsure at the last word, answering him with only a nod.

He’s dipping down and placing a soft kiss on your naked shoulder before grabbing your shower gel, squirting some in his foaming it up before looking at you for permission.

after consenting he applyies the soap to your body starting at your shoulder, his hands gliding down to your breast, cupping them in his hands, letting out a chuckle before continuing down to the rest of your body. letting out a little giggling as he reaches your feet, the tickling sensation making you do a little jump.

getting up on his feet again wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, your hands finding his neck, helping you get the soap off your body and the conditioner out your hair.

“my turn to take care of you Lu” you said looking up at him standing on your toes and placing a kiss on his lips

“alright sweet thing”

[mangionebabymama]

thinking about lover boy!Luigi putting on a hot bath for you with rose petals everywhere and candles all around, you know, that real romantic shit

[harmlessmessages]

Careless by Natalia Sanchez. All rights reserved by the author.

“Careless” tells the story of two strangers who meet at an open mic in Manhattan. She’s a vibrant musician determined to perform even as her body resists her every move. He’s a mysterious young man weighed down by debilitating, chronic pain and a secret as dark as the mask that hides his face. 

Through alternating perspectives, their chance encounter evolves into a night of raw connection and unguarded intimacy. As their stories intertwine, their personal struggles and unexpected likeness surface, revealing the solace and heartbreak of finding hope and relief in one another, even if for one night.

Each scene is paired with a song, making “Careless” an immersive experience where music mirrors the characters’ journeys and the poignancy of their bond.

Song: I Don’t Want to Set The World On Fire, The Ink Spots

1 He leaned against the polished wooden bar of the dimly lit speakeasy, pretending to nurse a glass of whiskey. He longed for the burn of the liquor, for a momentary respite from the pain that perpetually gnawed at the base of his spine. But tonight, he did not come here for respite. He only needed an alibi. 

His condition had been with him for years now. He could hardly remember the last time he was fully at ease, his body always carrying the weight of something unseen, but never unfelt. Today had been especially hard. The restless hours of being alone in a Manhattan hostel room had made the chasmic aches and numbing pins and needles more profound, more isolating.

He leaned back in his bar chair, eyes half-closed, and breathed deeply into the biting stitch. You never really get used to this kind of pain, he thought. You just learn how to ignore it, how to push through it.

How cliche. He never imagined he would end up like this.

2 She burst through the bar door, the heat of the room hitting her face as her guitar bag bumped against someone at the counter. "Sorry!" she called out behind her, stumbling onward into the maze of tall and short people and beer bottles on low wooden tables and puffy coats.

She was late. She finally got into the sign up list at one of her favorite open mic’s and she was late. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Rich, the sound engineer, who gave her a hurried nod of affirmation. Late or not, she made it just in time, and it was time to get on stage. 

Her hands would not hurt today. She had decided this for herself. A lifetime of pain is what the doctors warned, urging her to opt for regular steroid injections to tame the endless storm pressing down on her fingers. She was too young for this kind of pain, she understood. But whether it was genetics, poor diet, poor luck, she would never understand. All she knew was that tonight, she would do what she came here to do. She would perform. 

A faint buzz gathered as Rich plugged her guitar into the amp, blending into the low hum of the audience rising around her like they always did between sets. Once, she would have called them out, asked for silence for the artist on stage. The people in the chairs had no idea that you could hear everything up here— the whispers, snickers, and glasses clinking at the bar in the back. But how could she blame them? They didn’t know. So she learned to tune them out, instead, to sing for herself, as if no one else were there.

[greenisnotpretty]

fic prompt:

domineering alpha CEO x poor omega MC trope

the fic starts with something basic, MC gets up and is excited for his new job as a CEO secretary. he has to hide his status as an omega. we have a deep dive into his life, his circumstances, how he had one night stand with a CEO when he was hazy with heat, and run away in the morning. now he has to hide the fact that he was the one, and he takes all of these steps to make sure the ML doesn't recognize him.

finally he gets to the firm and he receives the news.

CEO is dead.

Luigi Mangione shot him. (allegedly)

[bellobambino]

Really enjoying imagining knowing Luigi before the murder, finding out from headlines that yeah, that Luigi is an american hero now. Nobody thought he had that in him.

So you're telling me Luigi... Luigi Mangione is the ceo killer?

You mean the Luigi who won the Phi Psi karaoke contest with a shirtless rendition of Dirty Pop...?

You mean my Luigi? The Luigi who came to my apartment at 12am after I got dumped and binge watched all 3 Lord of the Rings movies to distract me? That Luigi?

Luigi, lol. The one who's banned from Costco (for life) for the 'quiche thief' incident?

Luigi, who's just a little more than a little bit afraid of spiders?

guys someone is gonna have to stop me because i can keep going with these. this is one of the methods i use to figure out prompts.

Luigi. The guy who carried me from the waves to the boardwalk after I stepped on a piece of glass in the ocean at Wildwood?

Luigi... really? You mean the guy who dumped the Delta Zeta he was simping over because she had Ragu in her pantry?

i can keep going.

Luigi, you mean LuLu, the dude who's batting 1000 on flirting his way out of traffic tickets?

fun fun fun fun fun dont you think? could be all little one shots or flash backs. yall can use these if you want.

[lovecharmforyou]

Taking Luigi one-shot requests!

[sillylittlerock]

2024 was probably the most insane year i've lived through, and i lived through a fucking pandemic.

[ally0ally]

Made by Marvel Week 15:

Two characters who don't get along are getting along.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61806271

@made-by-marvel-prompts

[baby-prince-oppa]

Fic/Art prompt idea:

𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐠𝐢 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐔

Can either be a Luigi x reader or (preferably) non-romance/smut + no reader involved that's very loosely based on some IRL events or perhaps even just a slice-of-life type of deal. However this is one of those things where you'd have to put a lot of research in, so I completely understand that not everyone has the time for that. 😅

Bullet points for this AU off the top of my head:

Son of a wealthy aristocratic family who owns one of the most popular bathhouses in all of Rome and co-owns a theater with another prominent family.

Luigi being educated in mathematics, engineering, and philosophy; practically a golden child in the House of Mangione. Loves to spend most of his time in the library.

Hobbies: chariot racing, archery, reading poetry and epics

His patron deities are Apollo and Asclepius.

Major concern over his chronic back pain (yup! still a thing here) so he has to see a physician frequently. May possibly render him unable to sire a future heir if the condition worsens, which is why Luigi remains unmarried past the expected time window since many potential suitors had to be turned away. Neighbors would gossip about it every now and then. A sense of shame threatens to consume his thoughts (he is his father's only son who couldn't continue the bloodline) but he represses it.

His beauty and brilliance still remains the talk of the town however, and the fact that he remains single for so long definitely adds to that allure. Every time he hangs out with his closest friends out in the marketplace or other public spaces, he is bound to turn many heads everywhere he goes.

[lagnanza]

my predictions for 2025:

the pope declares that generative AI is blasphemous because it "rejects gods gift of creation to humanity" (idk) and subsequently after most heavily christian countries ban it

luigi mangione is declared innocent after some other ceo gets shot by someone else while he's in court

tiktok is actually banned in the us, but only for a couple of weeks

the cowardly lion in wicked part 2 will be voiced by someone obnoxious, either by lin manuel miranda or by james corden

timothee gets cancelled but it's for something actually innocuous

MARINA makes good music again

trump and elon breakup

also one of them kicks the bucket but in a really funny way

live action snow white flops incredibly while live action how to train your dragon is really successful which prompts dreamworks to announce more live action adaptations

taylor accidentally implies she's bi and then has to come out as straight misha collins style

irish unification of 2025

new population of spix macaw is discovered in the wild, making the species slightly less endangered

depp gets run over

noah schnapp gets into a physical fight with another member of the stranger things cast which causes the fifth season to get delayed (also the season itself sucks ass but that's more of a fact than a prediction)

infighting within the republican party leads to its split into two separate parties

a beloved popstar (my bet is on either chappell roan or sabrina carpenter but i hope it's hatsune miku) sings at the sanremo music festival, which causes it to become briefly popular worldwide

one piece ends but the finale is really divisive among the fans

biden almost dies but gets better

(this one is more of a wish) netanyahu gets the bird flu and dies

voltron comeback

[hisaangel]

Luigi Mangione x Reader

cw: smut, oral (fem), overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

Luigi's smile lights up the entire room in a matter of seconds when his eyes lays on yours, running to him, your hands goes up to wrap them around his neck and you melt into his touch as your lips meet each others, in a desperate kiss.

not even two seconds go by, and you're sitting on top of his desk, in nothing but your panties. Luigi studying every inch of you. "So pretty", his hands running down your waist until they land on the fabric off your panties, spreeding your legs for the boy standing in front of you. "What are you waiting for, pretty boy?" - questioning him, a cheeky smirk placed on your lips.

Before you could say or do anything, the sounds og seams breaking as luigi rips of your panties, his hot breath hitting your wet folds, Luigi's tongue crashing against your pussy, his mouth sucking in all the right places, making you arch your back. "Fuck luigi"

The party downstairs forgotten completely about.

His stubble tickling your inner thighs, hands squezing them, leaving marks, Increasing the speed of his tongue on your clit, while slipping two fingers in at your entrance. from one second to the next your legs starts trembling, while your walls clenches. Luigi moaning against your pussy, filled with the mix of your juices and his saliva.

Your whimpers filling the room, you feel Luigi smile spread across his face, loving every second of this. (munch). You know the sight of you all sticky from sweat, unable to control your body and barely breathing is motivating him to keep going, and oh he does.

Up to this point you've reached climax 5 times, leaving you completely exhausted. Between each of your orgasms Luigi had begged for you to let him get you to your orgasm just one last time. Continuing to do his thing, your body shaking at the pleasure.

"you can do it, just one more for me, princess" Luigi murmurs against your pussy, now sucking on your clit, trembling, supporting yourself on the table to with all the strength you find, looking at him as he carries your through yet another orgasm.

finalyy getting up from his place on the ground, Luigi presses a kiss filled with love onto yours, his lips caring a taste of your juice, pressing his bulge against your heat, a whimper leaving your mouth

"You can take one more baby, i know you can, just one last i promise"

"Lui-"

"please baby just give me a minute" Luigi's hands traveling down to his jeans, pulling his hard cock out, while pushing you down onto the tabæe yet again as he kisses your neck. "baby relax".

both of you looking down watching as his cock enters your pussy, moans leaving the two of you. "Give me a second Lu" a plead leaving you, but he doesnt listen, grabing your neck and kissing you instead, while pulling out and re-entering, nails digging into his biceps as you try to remain stable. "Such a good girl", with every thrust he placed a kiss on your naked shoulder, breathing heavily.

Whimpers, grunts, growls and the sound of skin coliding. Your orgasm washed over you laying completely down on the table as Luigi thrusts into you a few more times before painting your insider with his sperm, looking down where your bodies meets, seeing his cock stained with a mix of your fluids going in and out one last time.

your eyes watching him pull out only for him to intensely watch his cum dripping out of your swollen pussy, picking up his shirt to wipe you down before crashing down besides you with a heavy breath.

[mangionebabymama]

jumping off the coworker, y’all having to close up late and the tension is through the roof. like almost kissing…and when he walks you to the car he’s got his hand on your lower back -🐹

God if you were putting items away in a storage bin or reaching for you something and he’d come up behind you, his chest grazing against your back, his voice against the shell of your ear like “Here… let me help you with that” and his hand would reach for where yours is at and they’re basically touchingSKEKEKE

and he’d always want you to let him know when you’d get home and wish you to drive safe every single night 🥺

[harmlessmessages]

WARNING: INCLUDES SMUT Careless by Natalia Sanchez. All rights reserved by the author.

“Careless” tells the story of two strangers who meet at an open mic in Manhattan. She’s a vibrant musician determined to perform even as her body resists her every move. He’s a mysterious young man weighed down by debilitating, chronic pain and a secret as dark as the mask that hides his face. 

Through alternating perspectives, their chance encounter evolves into a night of raw connection and unguarded intimacy. As their stories intertwine, their personal struggles and unexpected likeness surface, revealing the solace and heartbreak of finding hope and relief in one another, even if for one night.

Each scene is paired with a song, making “Careless” an immersive experience where music mirrors the characters’ journeys and the poignancy of their bond.

Song: So High School, Taylor Swift

7

“Not really, no. I just walked in by chance.” A little lie mixed in with the truth. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it the right way.

“Well, you walked into the right place, then. This bar is a pretty famous one. It has, like, one of the oldest open mics in the city. And you see some serious talent show up here.” She rambled, excited. “It’s pretty hard to get in, though. I’ve been coming for a few months, and I don’t even get to perform everytime. There’s just too many sign ups. Pretty much every other person in this city is a musician.” He tried hard to remember the last time he was that excited about something. 

“Well, I’m glad I could see you play, then.” He smiled with his eyes. “You were really good up there.” He meant that. 

She turned to him and squinted, her smile reducing to a scowl.

“Thank you.” She curtly said, pulling her head down to her cup to take a sip.

Did he say something wrong?

“No, seriously, I haven’t heard something like that before.” He wasn’t lying. Maybe he should have, or maybe he should have just dropped it. 

He shifted in his seat to face her, wincing in pain as his back reacted to this simple movement. Sitting was the most unnatural position for his condition. 

He pushed through the pain, as she pulled him in further with her brooding.

“I listen to everything — Taylor Swift, Lana, Brat Summer, obviously. I think you’re up there with them. Honestly.” He grinned at how tacky he was probably coming off, but he was being sincere. He wanted to please her. He had always wanted to please people, didn’t he? That’s what made these last few months of hiding from his loved ones so grueling. The flood of messages asking his whereabouts, the fearful pleas for any response— he read every text and email and unanswered social media post over and over again until he felt sick.

The girl exhaled into a giggle, bringing his attention back to the space between them. She let out a small groan before turning her frame towards him, edging closer. 

“Are you serious?” She looked him left and right in the eyes, searching for a lie as her mouth parted into a half-smile. His knees tingled, blood rushing to where he now nearly met her touch. 

He cleared his throat, before raising a three-finger salute and singing in a silly, off-key voice. “It’s true, swear, scouts honour.”

Her mouth dropped in bewilderment. “You’re a Swiftie?”

“Well, I’m not really into labels.” He winked. “But I might’ve gone to the Eras tour.” 

“No way!” She screamed. “Me too, where did you go?”

“Miami.” Well that was easy, he grinned. Her eyes were even brighter than before.

“I went to the one in LA. What were your surprise songs?” He followed her twinkling gaze to where his mouth would be under his mask, before they flickered to meet his own again. 

“I didn’t know all of them, but she played ‘This Is Me Trying’.” That one stood out to him. After the show, he listened to it for a few times before he had to stop himself. It was too sad.

“Fuck you! I wanted that one!” He laughed, tickled by her jealousy. 

When he left behind his life at the beginning of the year, he left this behind, as well. It was unfair — he was young, he was fit. But his worsening condition had taken this away from him, too. The flirting, finessing, fucking — he decided months ago that the romantic and sexual aching wasn’t worth the physical, debilitating aches that accompanied it. 

And yet, he found himself searching his pockets for the old gum wrapper from the day before. 

He pulled out a little, waxed foil rectangle, delighting in the dumbfoundedness on her small, pretty face. This was fun. 

He was quick — nimbly turning the wrapper in his hands, folding and crafting it into an innocent, rudimentary loop. Within seconds, he held up his creation for her to behold.

“Are you a girl scout? Because you tie my heart in knots.” His eyes crinkled from the large smile under his black knit baclava. 

He laughed at himself, remembering how his high school superlative was “Best At Pick Up Lines.” He wondered what his friends from back then were doing now. He could have spent his last night writing letters to them, to his parents and sisters, messages in a bottle to wash up on shore after he dove off the deep end. He wanted to explain everything, but there was no way of explaining something like this. The girl burst out into an endless giggle. He bit his lip under his mask as he looked down at her. Her body was shaking with glee, unbridled and sweet.

For him, it came slowly and then all at once. A full belly laughter, anchored by the absurdity of this whole night, the last year, and his entire life. He laughed until he could feel it somewhere between his muscles and bones. It hurt.

8 

“Take it. It’s for you.” The man in the mask signalled to the paper ring he was holding between his fingers. 

Okay, this story was too good to be true, she thought. Who was this man behind the mask? She almost didn’t want to know. What if what was underneath ruined the mystery? What if he wasn’t what she had imagined?

She reached forward to take it, her fingers slipping and stumbling into his. The slightest touch that ignited a frenetic buzzing in her brain, and a definite, defining pulse coming from below her hips. 

“So why didn’t you take the compliment?” His voice smoothed.

“What do you mean?” She knew what he meant. 

“Earlier, when I said I liked your song. You got all grumpy.” 

She straighted her posture, lengthening her spine, as if that would suppress the spreading fever down under. “I just fucked up a bunch up there.” She cleared her throat, forcing a cough. “I’m glad you couldn’t tell, I guess. I know the audience doesn’t know, but I do, ya know?”

She cracked her knuckles and began to massage her hands. She was able to overlook the dull ache, but the coming stiffness worried her. The doctors told her it would be worse than the pain, and it was always worse in the winter.

“Stage fright?” he asked. 

“No.” She shook her head a few times. “It’s my hands. Apparently, I have arthritis or something,” she exhaled a soft laugh, squeezing her hands into fists, before turning them over to stretch her fingers, revealing reddening palms. “So, it’s hard to play sometimes.”

[abc7live]

UnitedHealthcare CEO shooting prompts questions about how to prevent copycats

Experts say the growing anger against corporations needs to be addressed.

Suspect Luigi Mangione pleads not guilty to state murder and terror charges in CEO killing

Luigi Mangione on Monday pleaded not guilty to state murder and terror charges in the fatal shooting of UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson.

As investigators continue to determine the motives and mindset that allegedly prompted Luigi Mangione to gun down UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson in New York nearly two weeks ago, there is concern among some criminologists about the long-term impacts that public assassination could cause. Read more......

[bellobambino]

luigi sharing his nerd clusters sitting next to you in lecture hall because he thinks you're cute

[whatthefluffisthisbs]

FBI already knew who it was, the McDonalds employee just told them where so they could grab him sooner. Luigi’s mom and the CEO of the company that sells the back pack he had were the first snitches.

“Dering says he called the NYPD tipline ‘immediately,’ beating even Mangione's mother, who ‘told police her son could be the person seen in surveillance photos one day before his arrest,’”

While it’s shitty the McDonald’s guy ratted regardless if it mattered or not, I think if anyone deserves a financial break it’s a McDonald’s employee. No deserves to live making less than liveable wage with shit benefits.