Chat, they're totally sparring... Mhm yeah...


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Chat, they're totally sparring... Mhm yeah...

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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:
uhhh do we fw it heavy chat
cw: suggestive lyrics
Anyways they make me happy
who here thinks about an au where guest and mafioso spar, as guest became one of mafioso's right hand men, and mafioso puts guest in a headlock and whispers in his ear "You've gotten sloppy, soldato." (soldier) and guest, struggling in his grip, blushes and emits a grunt. He tries to speak, claws at Mafioso's elbow, but his gasps for air come to a halt as Mafioso tightens his grip. "Maybe I should end it here? I think you're gettin' tired..." "S-shut up, 'm jus' gettin' started-ACK-" Guest falls down on his knees, panting, and yelped as a sting of pain surged through his head, feeling Mafioso grab his hair and pull him backwards. "Shut up? Oh doll, ricorda con chi stai parlando (remember who you're talking to)", Mafioso softly warned him, knowing all Guest would feel is slight intimidation, but mostly warmth. "Now get up, and focus, unless you need a reminder of who you're doing this for." Guest heaved and looked up at Mafioso with a mixture of determination, and a feeling he wouldn't consider naming, "I won't stop until you're on the ground, Don." "Atta boy, there's the fight in ya."
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:
this was inspired by this video i saw https://www.tiktok.com/@malq.2/video/7510421358153567495?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7452269272665556526pun
TW SUGGESTIVE PROBABLY
everything i make makes sense and then it makes dollars

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anything can be about your AU if you are tired enough
im going to sleep goodnight
EDIT: I drew this around 2 or 3 am bear with me
Guest tells Mafioso to rest now guess where I lost the plot (MINORLY SUGGESTIVE)
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."
uhhh some hours later and mafioso sleeps at a reasonable time i got nothing else :wilted_rose:
do you guys think im obsessed with armyrabbit be honest< possibly suggestive?? i dont know
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's cooked asl