#punchdebt

when you wanna appear intimidating but bae pulls up so you gotta lock in and listen to his life-changing words

my mafia! au vers of guest (yes i gave him longer + poofier hair; also this is a poorly sketched doodle of mafia! guest's milestone 4 look ineed to lock in and make it better but thats neither here nor there) x mafioso :tongue out emoji: :cash emoji:

yeah so uhhhhhh who thinks about that (raises my hand)

also mafioso calls 1337 "soldato" for either two reasons: A: Guest 1337 joined the mafia after the war, maybe something went wrong in his life? B: Guest 1337 joined the Sonnellios at a young age after all the guest discrimination, but he works as hard as a soldier in war

ALSO:

anything can be about your AU if you are tired enough

im going to sleep goodnight

guest who takes control more x mafioso whos genuinely suprised

mafioso who's tired and guest notices and enters mafioso's office "soldato, came t'wish me good night? ain'cha a lil' sweethea-" "I'm not here to wish you good night, Don. Not exactly, anyways." "Hm? What is it, then?" Mafioso stood from his desk, his eyes glowing with a tint of red, a shift from his usual black. "Someone in our casino cheated? Stole something?" "I would've handled them, Don." "I don't see you coming in for anything else, then....unless..." Mafioso walked from his desk, and circled around Guest, eyes gleaming with mischief. It was a predator eyeing their prey, and the prey wasn't about to be eaten tonight.

"You missed me, dollface? Got a little lonely?" He purred from behind Guest, as his gloved hand grabbed Guest's jaw, and tilted it up. Guest's face heated, and he heaved. "Cute", he thought, until Guest broke out of his (gentle) grasp. "Enough, Don." He pushed against Mafioso's chest, stunning Mafioso. "I came here to make sure you're rested well." Mafioso stared at Guest, snickered, then erupted in laughter. "HHA-HAHHA-KKRSHH-HA! YOU'RE SERIOUS, EH?" "You think I'm one to joke?" "IF THIS IS ONE, THEN YES!" "...It isn't that funny, Sonnellino." Mafioso chuckled softly, before his demeanor shifted to something a little more "intimidating". Well, to most people, not to Guest. Not this time, anyways. "Sonnellino? It's Don, to you." "Not tonight, Sonnellino." The blue haired man walked up to Mafioso, his hand sliding up Mafioso's chest, before pulling him by grabbing his tie. "See, I know you've always gotta overwork yourself, don't you, Sonnellino?" Guest's other hand caresses Mafioso's face, his thumb swipes over his lips, and scratches Mafioso's ears, making the Don groan softly in response. "Can't even relax for a moment, stubborn bastard." "Mmh-ah-a little mmhh..rough?" "You can take it, can't you, little rabbit?" Little rabbit? What the hell was going on with Guest? He wasn't gonna question it, well, maybe later, it felt good right now. "Answer me, Sonnellino." Guest's hand tugged on Mafioso's ear with a sick, slightly twisted smile. God, it felt good to take the ropes. "AGH- YES- yes, 'can take it." "There we go", Mafioso's ear twitched in Guest's grip, before Guest rubbed it softly, soothing the sting, "You don't wanna have me repeat myself, do you?" "......no.." "There we go, you'll listen to me?" ".....mhh." "Yes, or no." "....fine." Guest hummed contently, and scratched under Mafioso's chin, making Mafioso sigh and unwind slightly. "There's my sweet bunny. Now, here's what we'll do", Guest's voice lowered, and tugged Mafioso's tie down, forcing Mafioso on his knees. "You'll rest tonight, you won't work, you won't be at the casino, you won't stay up." "....actin' like I'm a jackass." "Your words not mine." "bastardo."

Guest's expression stayed stoic and cold, while Mafioso had a shit-eating grin. Guest let go of Mafioso's tie, and tugged on his hair harshly, Mafioso's eyes flashing red in pain, but quickly turning back to black as he looked up at Guest's piercing eyes. "Don't piss me off, Sonnellino."

"....yes sir...." Mafioso's face warmed up and stared at the floor. "I didn't tell you to look away from me." "You didn't tell me to look at you, sir."

you think guest calls mafioso his "pretty bunny" while holding his face and mafioso genuinely shuts up and starts getting flustered and guests picks up on it and trails his hand from mafioso's face down to mafioso's tie and guest chuckles

"Ah, if I were in/still in the military, I think you'd make a fine addition to the army. I'd whip you into shape. How's that, hm?"

And Mafioso stares at him dead in the eye as Guest pushes Mafioso into a chair, and walks to Mafioso's cabinet, and opens it and there's drinks of many kinds. Guest took out some whiskey, and he opens it, pouring it and swirling it a little. He walks over to Mafioso, putting the glass to the Don's mouth and tilts it.

"Drink."

Mafioso shuts his eyes and lets the kick of whiskey dull his nerves, and Guest chuckles, setting the glass down and kissing the corner of Mafi's mouth.

"There's my pretty bunny", and Mafioso choked on his drink, his nails/claws scratching the arms of his chair.

"Y'like that, doll?"

"S-stealin' m'name f'ya? Not too...creative....." Mafioso quieted down as Guest scratched the top of his head, having Mafioso's ears twitch heavily.

"Hm? Thought you were saying something? Finish it." Guest's hands left Mafioso's hair, and Guest crossed his arms with a smirk.

"Yer-yer cruel.....", Mafioso stood up quickly and towered over Guest. His hands were placed on the sides of Guest's hips, and Guest wrapped his arms around Mafioso's neck for support.

"Good. It'll remind you who's calling the shots."

Mafioso's face burned up, as he struggled to let out a response.

"Yer-Ya- MMPH-"

Guest kissed him before he could finish his sentence, smiling into it as Mafioso reciprocated hurriedly, knowing Guest liked to part before Mafioso could enjoy it properly. And right on time, Guest broke the kiss.

Mafioso tried leaning into the kiss, wanting another one, just a taste of Guest's lips once more, but Guest cupped his hand over Mafioso's mouth.

"Ah, ah. You want another one?"

Mafioso nodded quickly.

"Then shut up and let me take control. You can do something so simple, can't you, bunny?"

(Mafioso x Mafia! Guest 1337)

Guest is TRICKED by Mafioso's goons to play pocky with Mafioso....what happens next? Heh...read below to find out more.....

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The Sonnellinos are connected to the core: They're each other's ride or die. If one wins, they all win. If one loses, they all lose. If one hears that their boss is in love with his bodyguard who also doubles as their 2nd Consigliere, well...

"Ey! Soldjah! I've gottan idea!" Contractee waved Soldier over, who was watching TV and eating leftovers.

"SSHSH! Wouldjah keep it down?! A man's gotta keep up on tha news!" Soldier's eyes stayed glued to the Tv. What? It's his day off.

".....Yer jus' watchin' Columblox reruns." Contractee deadpans, side-eyeing Soldier.

"SSHSH! He jus' discovered tha body!" Soldier halted any future speech of Contractee's by holding a hand up to his face, irritating Contractee just a little. And in a justifiable manner, Contractee snatched the remote, and clicked on the red button. Life faded from the Tv screen, and Soldier's eyes.

"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHAT'DJA DO THAT FOR?! I'M GONNA KILL YA." Soldier exclaimed, his head snapping to Contractee with rage flowing in his veins, before Contractee dropped a red box in Soldier's lap, and moved around the couch to sit beside him. "Eh? What's all this?" Soldier examined the box thoroughly, shaking it. There's something inside! But, what? "What is.....Poh...kee..?"

"It's pocky!" Contractee grinned, criss-crossing his legs and holding up his hands: Uh-oh. That's a sign of trouble. Anytime Contractee does that pose, it either means a ramble that'll take 20 years off of your life, or a plan that'll piss Don Sonnellino off and will take 20 years off of your life. Either way, it didn't seem solid to Soldier.

"....Look, whateva yer plannin? Leave me OUTTA IT! FUGGEDABOUTIT!" Soldier crossed his arms in an "x" shape and shook his head.

"C'mon, Soldjah, it'll be solid! Foolproof! I ain't even tell ya about da plan yet!" Contractee shook Soldier slightly, his movements getting more erratic. He must be really excited about this plan.

"Ya don't NEED to! Either it's some rant about da political and economic state of da world, or somethin' that'll disrupt da political and economic state of da world, via pissin' off da Don! And I ain't doin' it!" Contractee sighs and solemnly gets up. "Fine...I guess I'll have ta matchmake myself...." Contractee shakes the pocky box, while walking away. Soldier shot up, hand outstretched towards Contractee. "WAIT A MINUTE, WHY DIDN'TCHA SAY DAT IN DA FIRST PLACE?! YA CAN'T MATCHMAKE WITHOUT CUPID 'IMSELF!" Soldier's hands flipped, twirled, and grasped at the air. He loves matchmaking, more than if there were 3,000,000 Columblox reruns airing right now! He loved pairing people together in a "will-they-won't-they" sense! That was his thing!

"hmmm...ya sure..? I'm SURE Columblox is ...quite entertaining!" "CAN IT AND TELL ME THA DETAILS!" "Alright, alright, jeez!"

Contractee held his hands up in a playful surrender, before sitting back down beside Soldier. "Alright....y'know Soldato and Don, yeah?" "YA NOTICED IT TOO?!" "SSSH, KEEP IT DOWN!"

"I noticed it, how they look at each otha! Y'know, I swore I saw Don blush when Soldato's giving reports!" Soldier added on.

"He's got the L-word, Soldjah!"

"Licorice? Lice?" "What-no-I- LICE? WHERE'DJA GET THAT FROM?" Contractee stared concernedly at Soldier. "YOU SAID DA L-WORD!! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YA MEANT!" "LOVE, SOLDJAH, DA WORD IS LOVE!" "OHHH, I GET IT NOW!"

Contractee face palmed as Soldier grinned clumsily, before the two huddled together.

"Alright, listen. We know the two's got some tension", Contractee started off, "So here's the plan."

Contractee and Soldier called Guest, mainly known as Soldato, over with a grin. "EYYY, SOLDATO! HOW'VE YA BEEN?!" Soldier's voice rang through the hall.

"Fine, simply thinking."

Contractee noticed a faint pink dusted on Guest's cheeks, and grinned. "Y'know, Soldato, we've been thinkin' about you and da Boss, how y'two are close! Say, he ever told ya about the.... actual swear-in ceremony?"

Guest cocked his head slightly, both in curiosity and confusion. Was he not sworn in already? He thought he was a made man. Though, who was he to doubt Contractee and Soldier? "No, not to my knowledge. What is it?"

"It's a new thing da Boss man made! Da poh-kee challenge! And he asked us to give it to ya! He said in order t'be sworn in, you and him gotta put ya mouths on the end of da poh-kee, and eat until ya get to da centah. If ya stay long enough on it, yer a certified associate! If ya don't, then....then....", Contractee paused, thinking. "The Don will FEED YA TO DA FISHES." Soldier piped up, an evil look on his face.

"Hm, alright." Guest took the pocky, and walked to the Don's office, not knowing about Contractee and Soldier's plan, or noticing how they conversed excitedly.

Mafioso sighed, signing his signature on another deal. Admins, he prayed for something to happen. Anything. It gets tiring to be trapped in his office 24/7. A bunny's got to hop! He wished to drift off to sleep, let his covers hold him softly and travel to a land of blue dreams. Focus, scarred eyes, ice made to make him feel warm, lips to soothe, yet bruise. He felt chained to his soldier. It felt as if the Don was a private, and his bodyguard was the Second Lieutenant. No matter what, he knew he was whipped for his Soldato, there was no defying it. All of what was Mafioso, all of what burned inside him, what made his heart ache, it was all due to Guest.

He wished there'd be a moment where Guest would burst in and kiss him till kingdom come. A moment where Guest would shut him up, and Mafioso could pin him to the wall, hands wrapped around Guest's waist, both fighting for dominance in a hot, burning tango. The thought of it made Mafioso's sighs heavier, and shut his eyes, his hands covering his face, muttering curses in Italian. He prayed to the admins above that Guest, his beloved, would-

"Don", Guest entered the room without knocking. Was this of most importance? When Guest entered the room without knocking, trouble had occurred. Mafioso's eyes turned red with excitement, finally, his boredom is cured. "Yes, my soldato? What has happened?"

"Soldier and Contractee told me that I am not a made man, and there's a challenge you need of me to complete for me to be sworn in."

.....

He's going to have a word with them after this.

".....Oh, yes", Mafioso's hand grabbed a pen, and almost snapped it in half, "pray tell, what did they mention to you? Perhaps they told you differently." Mafioso's growl was slightly evident in his voice.

Guest set the box on Mafioso's desk, not missing eye contact, and slid it towards the Don. Mafioso curiously glanced at the box, and opened it, revealing a silver bag. Tearing it open, it revealed tiny chocolate-covered biscuit twigs. ".....mmh?"

"It was said for us to put each end in our mouths and eat until the center. If I stayed in the middle, you'd have me properly sworn in." Guest added.

Mafioso contemplated this decision. He knew it was a trick that Contractee and Soldier put him up to, why, he didn't know, but on the other hand... Mafioso's face warmed up. He knew of this challenge. He....perhaps he should partake in it. It wouldn't hurt, would it? Mafioso coughed, and cleared his throat, regaining his composure.

"Mmh- You wanna be made that bad, eh? S-so....so...", he paused, "...determined....", Mafioso's eyes drifted to Guest's lips, "....I'll permit it.."

Mafioso takes a stick out of the bag, and put one end in his mouth, and gestured Guest to come closer. Guest took the other end in his mouth, and the two started to eat away at the pocky stick. Guest, not breaking eye contact, slowly started inching closer, not realizing the true meaning of this game. Meanwhile, Mafioso was trying his best to keep himself under composure. He didn't want the stick to break, but he didn't know where Guest stood. Does Guest like him as much as Mafioso loves him? Would Guest hate him for this? God, he shouldn't have agreed, but it was too late, wasn't it? He couldn't back down now, not when his Soldato is under the guise of being sworn in.

Mafioso started to bite closer and closer to Guest's lips, each one making Mafioso's face turn redder and redder. Oh Admins, thank you for blessing him, but did you have to do it like this? Guest was now in the middle, waiting for the Don to seal the deal. One final bite, and Guest would "properly be sworn in".

Mafioso's hand held Guest's cheek, and Guest leaned into his touch. Mafioso closed his eyes, and bridged the gap between them, his scarred lips melting into Guest's soft, slightly chocolate covered ones. It took all of the restraight Mafioso had to not lick the chocolate off (freak). Guest broke the kiss, pushing himself off with pink covering his face, but still with his stoic demeanor.

"Mmh....so, am I sworn in now?"

Mafioso, however, slouched against his desk for support, breathing heavily. What the hell was up with him? He wouldn't normally be like this. Not this affected over, well, affection. He wouldn't be trembling, concealing himself, covering his face, heaving. His mind wouldn't be dizzy over a simple peck, eyes hazy.

Admins, he's lovestruck...or touchstarved.

"Mmhm...mhm.......in..."

Guest's eyes lit up, and grabbed Mafioso's hand, and kissed his ring, making Mafioso's situation even worse. If Mafioso was dizzy before, he felt as if he was plastered now. His chest rose up and down harshly, feeling immensely hot.

"I'll make you proud, Don. I promise."

Oh Admins, he's making sure Soldier and Contractee sleep with the fishes tonight.

Guest looked up at Mafioso, and his eyes widened slightly. "There's some chocolate on your lips, Don." Guest swiped Mafioso's lips, cleaning them instantly, and Mafioso held on to reality, trying not to faint. "I'll go tell Soldier and Contractee the good news, Don. Thank you, thank you." Guest smiled softly, and left the room, leaving a very flustered Mafioso.

Mafioso fell in his chair, burning hot, and mind racing. His heart's beating out of his chest, and he's shaking.

"Mi ucciderà, oh amministratori lassù... (He's gonna kill me, oh Admins above…)" Mafioso uttered in Italian, his breathing out of control now. His hands gripped the chair, and he threw his hat across the room, his ears free, as he stroked his hair back with one hand, and the other covering his face. His ear twitched, and he placed his warm face on the cool surface of his desk.

He longed for his soft lips again, even if he'd never forget the feeling.

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