Can we get some more on mafioso??? He seems mad intresting here
I PROMISE I HEAR YOU ALL AND I HAVE COME BEARING MAFIA MEN
And here I thought rabbits were supposed to be vegetarian... he's just built different I suppose.
Anyways this high class bastard and his goons have been in quite high demand, so enjoy :)
CWS // Cruel preds, sadistic preds, bondage (for the purpose of actually keeping you restrained), fearplay, ngl this is the most sensual one I've written so far even if it's reading between the lines for the most part
M4fioso is deadly through experience and understanding of the game, he isn't new to the practice of having to hunt people down, so all of this comes pretty natural to him. He was one of the few who got adjusted to the new way things worked so quickly it was a bit concerning, as soon as him and his goons heard they would be eating people to survive they had gotten used to it within the same minute.
He's one of the biggest preds (not even counting S1xxer in that equation) so the idea that a small prey wouldn't be filling enough honestly isn't super far off. Even if he plans on eating multiple prey though, personal attention to each one is something he values. You can expect him to be talking to you, running his hands along the bulges of his stomach, and monitoring your process throughout digestion the whole way.
Each meal he has feels like a business deal, so you can attempt to push things somewhat, strike a good enough bargain and you can entirely change the way things go down. Just don't think that you can talk your way out of being a meal, he knows what he wants and it's impossible to sway him when he's got dinner plans.
It felt like you were caught dead in the spotlight, attempting to plead your case while the imposing man and his pack of goons watched on with sharp grins and hungry eyes. You already knew there was no running from this, you had been entirely surrounded after not turning a corner fast enough, there wasn't a single path of escape left that wouldn't lead directly into one of them.
"Ya hear that boys? Dollface 'ere wants ta bargain. Go on then doll, strike me a deal I can't refuse~"
Laughter echoed around you like hyenas circling a wounded animal, you managed to stutter out some empty promise of getting them a better meal somewhere else, something bigger, something more filling. Their laughter only seemed to pick up in volume as their boss looked on with a dark smirk, his fangs on full display as he quietly heard out each and every word you had to say. It wasn't long before you ran out of ideas though, left to stand there sheepishly as the silence settled dangerously.
"Well if that's all ya got, 'm afraid this meeting has come to a close. Real shame there. Boys-"
In a panic you blurted out one last idea before his men could restrain you, a promise that if he were to leave you for last, you could help lead other survivors over to them so all of them would get a chance to eat, not just one. Their pause caught your attention, you pushed your argument, surely it would be nice for everyone to have dinner together, right? Though you wouldn't say it, maybe this could actually lead to you getting away easier. The more of them that were full, the less you had to deal with in an escape attempt. It could work, it had to work.
The boss stared down at you inquisitively, studying your body language thoroughly from head to toe. It felt like he was looking straight through you, you couldn't even see his eyes from under the dark shadows his hat cast over his face, and yet his sharp gaze was impossible to avoid.
". . . fine. Ya got yourself a deal. How's about we shake on it, toots~?"
Shakily your hand came to meet his, his was much larger than yours, the gloved digits entirely encompassing your own. The grip he maintained was firm, it was clear that it would be impossible to pull away from until he was done. He didn't retreat after the handshake though, his hold on you remained tight as his scarred lips pulled back to showcase the deadly fangs that hid underneath.
"Just know, this don't mean you can run off on us now. I take my deals real serious, and after my boys are fed... I'll be waiting for dessert~"
This wasn't just a handshake, this was a warning. you should have known better than to make a deal with him. Too bad there was no way out now.
Being willing prey is a whole new ordeal if you decide to offer yourself to M4fioso. If you take it upon yourself to feed the mafia man himself, you can fully look forward to him pampering you to hell and back. In all honesty, the only reason he doesn't give the majority of his prey better treatment is because they fight and squirm and things just won't work out if he doesn't pack them away then and there. His ideal dinner is exactly what he was used to back before the Sp3ctre took him, classy, clean, professional.
He'll make sure you have a bath drawn for you, a nicely set table waiting and some expensive wine picked out. It would honestly be the most romantic thing you've ever experienced had it not been for the fact that you're the one sitting on the table, and that wine? Well, you've been told you pair well with it. It all brings a whole new meaning to being 'wined and dined' I suppose.
In all honesty though, if you're offering yourself to him the luxury treatment doesn't stop at the niceties and decorations, M4fi himself is much more gentle and behaves like a gentleman throughout the whole thing. If you just follow his orders throughout each step of the process, he'll ensure that your time with him (and inside of him) is enjoyable the whole way through.
To say you were the center of attention right now was wild understatement. The table was dimly lit by nice smelling candles, the table was adorned with expensive plates and cutlery that would remain unused, and the fine silver platter you sat on really drove the point home of your purpose here. Despite all that though, the real sign of your impending fate sat just ahead of you, imposing and intimidating and bulky, his attention wholey fixated on you in a unique brand of predatory you weren't quite sure you had experienced before. You wanted to speak, but found the words died in your throat before they could meet his ears, not that it would likely do much of anything anyways.
"C'mere doll, I want t' get a better look at'cha~"
He shifted in his seat, one of his hands rising to beckon you with one finger, it was almost too casual, comfortable even. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you offered yourself to him, so there was no hesitation in coming when he called. You shuffled your way over to the edge of the table, his rough hands coming up to grab your waist and pull you the rest of the way. Thoughts raced through your mind as your legs dangled over the edge of the concerningly tall table, face to face with the man that would be your end this round.
"Thaaaat's it... you're a fine one, my thanks for the meal. No use delaying things any longer though, don'tcha think, sweetheart~?"
He leaned forward every so slightly, opening his maw to take you in... and stopped right where he was. It took a moment to realize what he actually wanted, you were supposed to feed yourself to him. Slowly your hands came up to press against his tongue, your digits dragging over the warm, slick surface to slide further back. He swallowed around your hands, but only as much as you fed to him personally, it would seem that his intention all along was for you to do all the work. You did offer yourself, and he fully intended to take advantage of that offer to the fullest.
Whether you're willing or unwilling though, if M4fioso and his men are all full and you end up getting caught anyways, you WILL be brought back with them for later. Typically they'll bind any extra prey, ropes or zip ties usually, and bring them along back to base for a later meal. Depending on who you end up with, you could be waiting anywhere from hours to being a snack for the walk back.
Even with the drastic change of operations for him and his men, they're all still very organized in what they do and it shows. If you were to be brought back for later you would be put with any others they have saved, but you would be cycled through from longest staying to newest. Person by person, you would watch them pick off the prey that had been waiting there before you, knowing that as soon as your new friend sitting beside you was sliding down someone's throat, you'd be next on the chopping block.
M4fi's men are well behaved when he's around, but be careful when he's absent, they fuck around and any lack of supervision can prove deadly for prey, especially any they already have tied up and waiting. Any deadlines set by M4fioso are subject to change though, whether he approves it or not.
"HAHAHA! C'mon S0ldier just try a taste, this one's really good, c'mon try-!"
The rag that you had been gagged with was your worst enemy right now, any protests you wish you could scream being muffled and muddled against the fabric. C0nsigliere had already put you through his own treatment, holding your face firm while his tongue dragged up your cheek and neck in a form of 'testing'. Now you were being shoved towards the most stoic of M4fioso's goons, the man staring down at you with an unreadable expression.
"Enough, C0n. Boss said this one is for later."
"I dunno S0l, jus' a lil' taste wouldn't hurt, right~?"
C0ntractee came wandering over to you, head cocked to the side with intrigue. It was like a pack of wolves surrounding you, and the ropes that bound you certainly didn't help in any way. There was no running, not that your tied ankles could do much of anything at the moment, so all you could really do was watch in abject horror as the man brought a hand up to hold your chin.
"Boss wouldn't notice if just one went missin', right? 't's been awhile, I could use a bite t' eat~"
Nothing could be done as you watched the man start to drool like a starved animal, his grip on your face growing rougher as he struggled to keep himself in check. The other two in question seemed uncaring, S0ldier saying it would be his own fault if he got in trouble and C0nsigliere actually encouraging the conflict at hand. That left just one opinion to settle things...
C4poregime's eyes were shielded by his sunglasses, so his expression was difficult to read, maybe you had some hope though, maybe he had some common sense. The pit in your stomach grew heavier though as he came to smirk at the group, his eyewear falling just far enough down the bridge of his nose to catch the sharp, dangerous glint that his eyes held.
"Do it. Jus' take their gag off first, this one seems like a screamer. I wanna hear 'em beg."
All in all, each one of the group is dangerous in their own right. Don't ever consider yourself safe when in the vicinity of M4fioso or ANY of his men, killing was a normal part of their day job, they sure as hell won't hesitate now that it's for survival. Never underestimate someone who's already desensitized to murder.
This was so fun to write ehehehheee
