Feb 8
Can I give contractee a BIGGGG hug and kiss?
(Gulp I totally don’t have favorites 😁😁😁)
-“Heh… Hehe.”
-“W-Woah-! Thanks…?!”
(I have a hard time posing kisses)
seen from France
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Japan
seen from Türkiye
seen from France
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Oman
seen from Belgium
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Sweden
seen from Algeria
seen from Belgium
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Netherlands
seen from Germany
Can I give contractee a BIGGGG hug and kiss?
(Gulp I totally don’t have favorites 😁😁😁)
-“Heh… Hehe.”
-“W-Woah-! Thanks…?!”
(I have a hard time posing kisses)
Introduction
"Hello, everyone. If I could have your attention...My name is Mafioso, but if you would like, you may call me Don. I'm not quite sure what this is, as my boys were the ones who wanted to make this...but I suppose this is the best way to contact the outside world from this purgatory we're in..."
Rules
"First, I would like to set some ground rules, got it? Would hate for someone to get a little too intrusive..."
No venting. I understand Mafi is a comfort to some, as he is for me, however, please do not vent in my ask box or my messages. If you need someone to talk to, please contact close friends or someone who will listen.
NSFW IS ALLOWED, however, if you do not have your age in your bio, I will assume you are under 18 and will block you
Doubles ARE allowed, but please be respectful! I yumeship with Mafi but please keep in mind that this version of Mafioso is MY VERY OWN. Please be mindful with what you send to me!
Directory
"If there is a specific person you'd wish to ask something or chat with, please be clear on who ya want. I ain't got time to figure out who ya huntin for. If you're trying to talk to me, my text will be in white."
"If you're trying to talk to Lu, her text is in purple."
"If you're trying to talk to Soldier, his text is in green."
"If you're trying to talk to Capo, his text is in red."
"If you're trying to talk to Consigliere, his text is in pink."
And if you're trying to talk to Contractee, his text is in blue."
Do Not Interact + Disclaimer
!!I DO NOT SUPPORT FORSAKEN OR THE DEVELOPERS!!
Dni
Proshippers, darkshippers, pedophiles, Racists, Homophobes, transphobes
i have a message for gunther‼️‼️
if you say 67 one more time you're getting it 6 or 7 times (i'm sorry)
Gunther’s honest reaction:
(Game: Unknown Meme Animation)
(And yes, those are taped on abs, I would’ve felt weirder getting an actual shirt with abs for some reason)
—————
(🎀)
Sonnellinos - Spin the Bottle/Gay Chicken (Part 1/5)
(Uhm… im newvous… first time publishing anything (no smut yet, but it’ll get there… Publishing seperate endings for seperate henchmen))
Ah, one of the Sonnellinos’ many favorite morale boosting activities.
It was essentially seeing which one of the boys could get the gayest with each other before the other backed out, or, they could take a shot, which, if one of them had too many shots after chickening out of the gay acts, debt collecting would be fucking miserable the next day.
Well, that and looking visibly drunk in public gave a bad representation to the Sonnellinos, so these nights spent together amongst Don’s elites and the lowly associates ended up being just dudes who are getting to know each other more deeply than they may have anticipated.
Tonight, the top soldiers of Don have decided to just keep this game between themselves, just the four of them. That’s how it started, at least.
”Well… I’m just sayin’, it’d be funny if the boss got in on it, too!” Gunther attempts to plead his case, barely holding back a smirk. As much as he’s joking… The more he jokingly pleads his case, the more he wonders what his boss, two decades his senior, would get up to.
”Heheh… Well… He was probably wild in his prime, but he’s a couple… ten years past that.” Ezio gave a shrug, balancing the back of his chair on its back legs, narrowly avoiding tipping the old wooden chair on his back and taking Ezio down with it.
”Never know if he’d be up to it or not. Just ask.” Borys chimes in, making a nudging motion with his upper arm in the direction of Gunther, attempting to get Gunther to act on impulse, as a way to satiate his own curiosity more than anything.
Claude would slam his fist down onto the table,
”No! He’s our boss, we can’t bug him like we’re attention starved—“ Claude would be cut off in attempt to assert his co-leadership over the others,
”And- he used to have fun this way… Probably! I’ll take the fall for this!” Gunther stood up, accidentally knocking down the rickety, mismatched wooden stool he’d been sitting on, politely sitting it back up on its wooden legs, clearing his throat and straightening his tuxedo vest.
”Wish you luck.” Borys called out, as he and the others watched Gunther leave the off room of the abandoned factory which served as the Sonnellinos’ safe haven.
Gunther felt his heart hammering in his chest as he walked down the hall, pausing when he was right outside.
Asking questions never got easier. He’s always struggled with this back home, his impulsiveness is supposed to make up for this anxiousness.
He stood outside Don’s office, seeing the light bleed out from the frosted glass, standing in a position he knew Don couldn’t see the silhouette of him standing there.
Just as Gunther reached for the door handle, the handle jiggled and the door was open, and he was face-to-face with his boss, who’d caught him, yet again, too anxious to have asked a question.
Don sighs, glancing down at Gunther, a corner of his mouth angling upwards in a gesture meant to gain the reassurance of a soldier of his, to make it clear that he at least wasn’t scowling.
”C’mon, what’s it now?” Don asks, clearing his throat after, realizing his voice was hoarse after hours of not speaking, cooped up in his office.
”Ur… uhm… w-well… we were thinking…” Gunther kept stammering, digging his fingernails into the palms of his gloved hands, remembering how Don had been working with him to get him to just say what he wanted to.
”’Ey, Gunther.” Don snaps his fingers in front of Gunther’s face, pulling the younger man out of his nervous train of thought.
”Right! We wanted to ask if you would uhm… S-Spend some time with us? Like- like… play what we are playing…?” Gunther trails off, hoping he could articulate himself enough to have Don understand that he was asking him to join in on game night.
”Heh, don’t have to ask me twice.” Don says, feeling a rush of embarrassment go through him as he realizes his excitement after agreeing.
Even after years without his father in his life… He still hears that nagging voice telling him to stay cold blooded, as is needed out here.
”I mean… Sure. Bonding time’s always good.” Don says, reaching to pat Gunther’s shoulder, an actual small smirk rising to his lips.
Gunther felt the tension leave his shoulders, all the reckless, youthful vigor coming back to him.
”Right! We’re just down ‘ere.” Gunther begins to lead Don down the hall, through the cracked concrete walls of the once pristine factory.
Gunther was eager to barge into the door, seeing his fellow soldiers sitting around a table with a bright, exposed lightbulb illuminating the dingy space acting as the boys’ game night.
”Told you.” Ezio leaned over to nudge Claude who sat beside him, while Claude stared down at the table, shielding his own face with a white gloved hand, shoulders slumping with a sigh that conveyed disappointment, more in the way a parent might do behind the back of their child.
”Fine, fine. You win, Don’s here, you’re right.” Claude sits up, adjusting the collar of his cape, and fixing his gloves situated on his hands.
Don had stood in the doorway, moving alongside Gunther to sit down at the table. Then, noticing Claude’s embarrassment, he reached over and gave the consigliere’s shoulder a quick squeeze.
”’s fine, Claude. I don’t mind these types of things.” Don says, a little more sincere with comforting Claude over Gunther, not that he played favorites… But, it’s safe to assume he’d like the one who was there to approve and do the overthinking for him in a quick pinch.
With that reassurance from Don, Claude sat up a little straighter. Even if Claude was assigned to do all the thinking for his boss, it was, ultimately, his boss who made the final call, and he was fine with having his boss participate in what was essentially gay chicken… maybe.
”Right,” Don sat back up, clasping his hands together with a quick clap, “What’re the rules, then?” Don asks, glancing around at his subordinates, seeing if he could possibly pick up on any underlying context, and so far they seemed a little… Embarrassed, maybe?
This was going to be fun.
”Well, basically, it’s kinda like-“ Gunther began, before being cut off by Borys,
”Gay chicken.” He’d snicker,
”It is not gay chicken!” Gunther shouts back, sitting up out of his chair a bit, Don placing his hand on Gunther’s shoulder to make him sit back down, a gesture of control.
”Then… It’s just ‘spin the bottle’?” Borys cocked his head to the side,
”I mean- kind of…” Gunther stares off to the side, having sat back down,
”Basically is,” Ezio chimes in, “I mean, it’s ‘spin the bottle’ and ‘gay chicken’, you spin it, and you’ve gotta be… intimate with the other guy.” He explains, feeling a smirk form that was unable to leave, smugness at being able to see his friends and coworkers explain this game to their boss.
”Or, you could take a shot and back out of it…” Claude adds, remembering all the times he’s gotten wasted with the amount of times he’d back out of being touchy with his fellow teammates.
Don pauses, before he snickers,
”Heheh… Glad to see that boys are still boys.” Don wipes an imaginary, mirthful tear from the corner of his eye, while everyone is suddenly reminded that Don has more than likely done some weird homoerotic stuff with his buddies back in the day.
”Right… I think the boss should pick who spins first.” Ezio leans forwards, resting his forearms on the creaky wooden table.
”Hmm… Claude, my boy. You go first.” Don orders, his eyes landing on the man.
The bottle would spin, and during different rounds, the group of men would sit on each other's laps or exchange a peck on the cheek or the tip of the nose, or they’d take a shot. It was a pretty even ratio on who drank shots, and who did something intimate with their buddy.
The acts of intimacy would, of course, progress through the night, as everyone had a bit of alcohol in their system, and not everyone could just give pecks or give some attempt at a lap dance. Except for Don, he’d taken a shot at every chance he could get, as is normal for the functional alcoholic with a high tolerance for liquor.
”I… I really think we’ve hit a wall here…” Claude says, reaching up and adjusting some of his curly hair
”I… hmm… Yeah- I think so too.” Ezio agrees, feeling both the alcohol and the many kisses exchanged between friends warming his body.
Everyone is silent for a second, before Don makes his decision,
”Just one last round.” He’d chuckle, reaching to the empty bottle on the table, poised to give it yet another spin,
”Uhm… Boss, actually- that was the last of our booze for the night.” Gunther pipes up, which just gets a chuckle from the don,
”’s time I had a turn, isn’t it?” Don says, the underlying tone of his voice as clear as could be, and it only gives everyone a sudden chill run through their bodies at the anticipation, none of them had expected Don to participate, let alone get in on the main action of the game.
Safe to say, things would be getting interesting…
Don finally gives the bottle a spin…
hey so, uhm, this might be weird, but... How would the sonnellinos react/act to a partner that is an opera/theater actor/actress??
(this is to fed my crackship between mafioso x cornelia from piggy, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to, though!1!)
I scrolled randomly down my 60+ requests and landed on it— I looked up cornelia and she looks adorable tbh!! I am a firm believer that you can find any reason to make a ship work (Just thinking about that crackship)
—————
Don - Would sit there, enthralled, as his partner practiced their lines, small smile on his face, probably sitting a bit… fruity (sorry I can’t unsee him sitting with one leg crossed over the other)
ANY time a musical may come up with themes of crime he may just give some silly, snarky comments about how “Yeah, we’d do that better.”
Always will buy him and his boys tickets, insisting that they all need to come along. Will also make sure his partner and performance partners are all set behind the stage— ensuring that they’re well taken care of, during rehersals and before the actual show. Classic mafia boss who ensures those around him are doing great.
—————
Claude - Oh my god look at him and tell me he isn’t a musical lover— better, tell me that he wasn’t in theater classes in high school. Of course he was!! He would so enthusastically practice lines with his theater partner, even asking if he did good with the lines.
Smiling like an idiot as he watches his partner perform, and if it’s allowed by the venue, he is gonna take some photos, probably make little scrapbooks of his partner’s performances.
—————
Ezio - Pretends to only like it a little bit— likes it a lot. When he’s watching, if it’s pointed out that he’s smiling at his partner’s practicing, he will pretend he wasn’t.
Of course, at an actual performance, he won’t shy away from a huge grin as he sees all that effort pay off.
—————
Borys - Finds the actual concept of acting, of course, rewarding for the person who is acting, but is very nervous about an actual venue. Absolutely there, ready to assure his partner that they’re doing good and actually providing criticism when needed, but he’s always very light about it.
Doesn’t want to sit around a ton of different people, sits through it while biting his cheek, bouncing his leg, just barely focusing on the show, to say, every time, that “they did amazing”.
—————
Gunther - Might’ve tried to do theater once, but the most he can do is that corny tiktok wattpad scenario acting (and unironically has old accounts floating around of him doing that) (off topic but. Listen. Gunther has his issues. That’s why he’s often the favorite.)
Shows… average enthusiasm about it— as anyone would for their partner who loves something. Sits through his partner practicing, with him there to give some feedback, as well as buying tickets to see (and more than likely dragging along Claude to see)
oh to be dons little stay at home wife 😔😔
-“Mmm… You’d be well appreciated, love. Someone to keep in a heart-shaped locket when I’m out collecting debts. Don’t need to make a roast every day, just be there for me.” (Don would LOVE a stay at home spouse just majorly less accurate to the fifties…)
C4n 1 g1v3 b0rys 4 t0y c4r c45s3 1 l0v3 h1m s0000000 m5ch? (H-h3h g-g3t 1t? C-c45s3 h3 f41ld t0 st34l d0n’s? Y34h y05 g4t 1t-)/j/silly
Translation: Can I give Borys a toy car ‘cause I love him sooooooo much? (H-Heh, g-get it? ‘C-Cause he failed to steal don’s? Yeah you get it-)/j /silly
— “Hm, a volvo. I still have a mark from when I broke into my first one. They’re always harder to break into. This one—…”
Borys is telling you everything he knows about volvos, the unspecific toy car model he’s been given. He knows cars which he’d chose to break into, though, he knows how to carjack just about any car.
You can always know he’s on driving duty.
Even if a car is just it’s chassis he could probably figure out how to get it running.
—————
(🪳)
Gunter pup regressing with another pup regressor? Idk it seems like a silly idea
Gunther would LOVE to regress with another pup regressor, build pillow forts, play fights, naps, etc.
He also specifically would love head bonks as a form of platonic affection, sort of like how tigers do, even if its something that non dogs do.
A little short of a post but yeah he’d love it.
Claude could also manage caring for two pup regressors.
—————
(🌺)