freaky mafioso

*chair scrapes back violently* What year were you born? *voice shaking* Tell me. Now.

*stands slowly, chair scraping* 1985. *voice barely a whisper* Why?

*stands abruptly* 1985? *voice rough* Your mother's name... what was it?

*Cone cums* 💦💦💦

Mafioso: watch me~ *he pins you to the wall*

person space bich

*chuckle lowly, fingers trailing up your arm with a slow grin* Oh, but you’re *fun* when you’re mad… Makes me wanna play MORE. Capo, get the cuffs. *leans closer, breath hot against your ear* Now you’re REALLY not getting away.

*leans back slightly* There you are~ I need my soldier alert for what's coming *pulls out a knife*

*Screaming so load it sounds like an eagle screeching*

*quickly covers your mouth* No noise, baby~

*covers your mouth* Shhh~

*bites down hard on his hand*

Fuck! *jerks hand back, then slaps you hard* You little bitch!

*the caporegime hesitates and sighs, taping your mouth and tying you up* Caporegime: sorry soldier... *the mafioso grabs you and pulls you close, whispering in your ear* Mafioso: now we can be alone~

HELL NAW