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luigi thought of the day 🤗

you being pregnant with your kid and at the beach, and your stomach is too big and far along for you to reach down and put your sunscreen on ur legs <3 so luigi has you standing there on the beach in the hot sun while he’s very diligently putting sunscreen EVERYWHERE on ur body <3 like lifting your arms up and out of his way to get ur sides completely covered. holding ur hair to the side while getting ur neck…

on his knees in the hot sand, smoothing the lotion all over your calves and thighs and ass <333 tells you “keep your hand on my shoulder, baby. last thing we need is you falling” while he’s massaging your tense calves. definitely gets very handsy when he’s covering the backs of your thighs and ass. has no shame in sneaking his hands under ur bottoms. also definitely likes doing it because he can tell other men are eyeing you on the beach even tho it’s sooo obvious you’re pregnant. and well, of course luigi has to let them know only he can touch you like that! because he’s the one who knocked you up and you’re carrying his baby. not theirs :-)

LMAO

Bro knew he had one final serve left in him

OMG I’ve never seen this photo before 😭 HIS CURLSSS 💞💞💞

HIS CURLS HERE 😭😭😭😭

Source: Twitter

first saw it because we know luigi hasn’t seen his own mom in a while, so it must feel really comforting to be able to find that kind of parental spirit in his counsel :-(

True !!! I find it kinda funny and kinda cute that all of the Agnifilos that work in law are on this case 😭 really gives off family vibe and they use it to their their advantage too. They also went for the family optics that the arraignment with the Karen and Luigi's matching sweater and Marc's matching tie. random fun fact (?) : Jacob also has a decades long working relationship with Marc, they have worked on so many cases before and he finally jumped the ship and joined the Agnifilo firm as a partner to work on this case.

the WHOLE agnifilo team came out for this one LMAO if i’m not mistaken i think even karen’s daughter is serving as a paralegal? or something to that effect? i remember seeing that somewhere ALSO i never noticed marc’s tie!!! 😣 that’s so sweet

i didn’t know any of that about jacob + marc’s working relationship but the fact that this case has like united all of them is just soooo 😓😖🥺 idk it makes me so emotional

At least we live in the timeline where Luigi Mangione was blindfolded at some point, and also filmed during it. At least we have that.

“it’s okay, your secret is safe with me” and winks??? ohhhhh😖

Is he gonna fuck me hard or not whats up

damnit anon now i am itching to write a oneshot based on this but i have too many things to work on so i can’t do all that rn…take this instead:

he thinks about it, for sure. probably fucks his fist a few nights thinking about you using your toy—he almost hopes that he’ll overhear it, but it never quite happens. he keeps trying to run into you again, but, much to his horror, you seem to be avoiding him, either out of embarrassment or maybe anger. regardless, he can’t have that. so one day when you leave to go to work you catch a note taped to your front door:

“Dear neighbor,

We don’t quite know each other, so I’ll keep this blunt: I truly hope I didn’t embarrass you with the package incident. I wanted to reach out and apologize for it, and let you know that I don’t think any differently of you—after all, I don’t have much to compare it to…

I’m not sure if this will quell your feelings about it. It might just make it worse, and if it does have that effect, I’d like to apologize for that too. You absolutely don’t have to respond, and I won’t expect that from you, so no pressure. I just wanted to make it known to you that I’m deeply sorry for any mortification it may have caused you, and I hope that we can move on from this with no hard feelings—but if that can’t quite happen, I understand completely.

Your neighbor, Luigi”

you ponder it for a bit. your nerves would probably settle if you just left it alone and forgot about the whole debacle, but you still haven’t quite made any friends in the area, and this is an opportunity, no matter how strange. eventually, once the initial anxiety has worn off, you decide to leave your own note on his door:

“Luigi,

Can I buy you a beer?

Your neighbor, ___”

luigi’s smile when he sees the surprise you’ve left for him is truly a sight to behold. and right then he takes a risk he wouldn’t have imagined he’d ever pull off had you asked him just minutes before he got here: he stops inside his place to grab two heinekens and then walks right over and knocks on your door. it’s a toss-up—he’s not even sure if you’re home—but sure enough, you open the door and are met with your neighbor’s handsome face once more, this time blushing and holding two beers, still grinning like an idiot.

“good news: you don’t have to buy me a beer,” he says.

so you crack open the bottle he hands you and the two of you sit and drink and talk, mostly about the package thing, but you get to learn a bit about your neighbor and new friend, too. maybe he mentions pokémon and you’re still holding on to your card collection from years ago, so you offer to show him—but maybe you should’ve tidied up your room before inviting someone in, let alone him, because right on your nightstand hooked up to your charging port is the very vibrator your cute neighbor accidentally opened. you stammer and apologize profusely and rush to stuff it into a drawer, but…

“that thing been working well for you?” luigi jokes.

and something in the air changes. maybe it’s the beer (probably not—he only brought two). but right then you take a risk you wouldn’t have imagined you’d ever pull off had you asked yourself just minutes before he knocked on your door: you grab your cute neighbor by his jacket and pull him in for a kiss, rushed and messy, with teeth clanking and noses bumping. and then you have a whiplash-inducing moment of clarity.

“fuck, i’m sorry—”

but before you can even finish apologizing luigi is kissing you again, hands planted firmly on your hips as he guides you to your bed…and i think you can imagine where that road ends and a new one begins ;-)

weak for you

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

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

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

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

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

his fingers move quickly as he types back.

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

luigi: what are you doing right now? :)

a few seconds pass before another buzz.

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

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

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

luigi: oh yeah? can i see? ;)

just a few minutes later…

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you’re an evil, evil woman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

luigi has always loved fucking you from behind.

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

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

then, he gets an idea.

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

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

he hits send.

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

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

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

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

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

you: i love you baby

you: facetime me now ;)

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

previous work

Bro always got that first set of buttons unbuttoned to show off a lil chest 😩