#mafia matsu

[royaltea000]

Aniki thirsting on main

[mallowkey]

Happy Pride month 🌈

(featuring Mr. Shocking and Mafia Karamatsu)

[thebardisabird]

if you’re talking about his Italian, I can help with that!

“giocattolo” means toy or plaything

“mi dispiace, per favore” means “I’m sorry, please”

hope that helps!

@hdhdgsgs

[underbosskunyang]

Mafia ichimatsu, mafia choro matsu .

I finally drew them. I've always drawn mafia Osomatsu, mafia Karamatsu, and they're all sexy as expected.

[hiriawrites]

disharmony. 4/??

Daichi is hard to surprise. He has to be, to lead a clan filled with headstrong, bloodthirsty assholes. But the Sawada kids have come the closest to surprising him since Kyōya discovered tonfā. He knows who they are and whose kids they are. Daichi makes sure to keep tabs on the people with connections to the Underworld. They’re under his protection, after all.

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The Hibari Clan Head might not be Underworld unlike some members of his clan, but they do keep him up to date on the current intel. Sawada Iemitsu hasn’t been to Namimori in over a year, causing a rise in the amount of Mafia scum he has to clear out of his Territory since the Young Lion can’t keep his damn mouth shut. He knows that Nana Sawada gave birth a few months ago and seemed even more airheaded than possible soon afterward.

Something’s not right.

He watches as the kids settle on the mats in front of him. The eldest, Tsunayoshi, nervously rubs his pants while his twin, Chiyohime, watches him with suspicious eyes. The youngest is asleep in Chiyohime’s arms. 

“You’ve come to the Hibari for help, why?” he asks.

Tsunayoshi clears his throat nervously, eyes darting around the room before landing on his siblings and steeling his spine. “Something’s wrong with Okaa-san Hibari-san and I don’t know how to contact Otou-san for help.”

“What’s wrong with your Okaa-san?”

“She won’t touch Matsu-chan,” the boy answers quietly, “and she drifts around the house like a ghost.”

Postpartum Depression, possibly? Shinsuke’s wife suffered from it after Tetsuya was born. It probably doesn’t help that Sawada had fucked off back to Italy soon after getting her pregnant.

“Is there anything else?”

He shakes his head, some of that nervous energy returning. The twin hasn’t stopped watching him suspiciously, but he doesn’t begrudge her for it. With how much their parents have failed them already, he’d be suspicious of other people too.

Daichi hums thoughtfully as he weighs the pros and cons. He really doesn’t want to put the Hibari on the Vongola’s radar, but these kids are under his protection.

“I’ll help you,” he says.

Tsunayoshi lights up, slumping a little in relief.

“What do you want in return?” Chiyohime demands, speaking up for the first time.

“My son needs to socialize with people other than his cousin,” he answers dryly.

Tsunayoshi pales while Chiyohime presses her lips together. Daichi doesn’t let his humor show, Kyōya's reputation precedes him after all. 

“You want us to be friends with your son?” she clarifies.

“Yes.”

Tsunayoshi trembles briefly then firms his resolve, his brown eyes almost gleaming with a hint of orange.

“We’ll do it.”

[glitched-reflections-blog]

Mafia Matsus are taking hold over my life. I took a liking to this little bit I offhandedly wrote on a whim and I wanted to make a more detailed scenario with Oso. My headcanon is that he bluffs his nonchalance and sweeps you off your feet when you least expect it. I've been listening to Gramatik's stuff again, got inspiration from this song. Enjoy...

Don Osomatsu x Reader Scenario

You were undeniably radiant to him. A sight to behold. There was no one other like you. One of a kind - and not to mention kind in speech. He was used to taking from people. Their money. Their businesses. Their possessions. Even their lives if they dared breathe a word of scorn about his family. But you. You were the only one where he felt he had wronged you when he left with nothing but lackadaisical farewells after a short, pleasant chat. These conversations were a safe haven in disguise in an otherwise perilous way of life.

Eventually, the changes were subtle. A small wave when you glanced at his remarkable presence across the street. A passing remembrance that would continue to follow you until you would meet again.

Your heart-to-heart became more easygoing. He spoke less of general affairs from modern society, which was replaced with trite humor, and polite observations interchanged with fond admiration.

The week thereafter, strangers would bring you coffee at your seat at the reception's desk. Benefactors with unknown faces and cordial smiles. You never saw one person more than once. The cups never strayed from the source: your favorite café - never anywhere else. One cream and two sugars. On point as always. It was routine and you had not spent a single cent, not even with Osomatsu. You were beginning to recognize a pattern and the whimsical insinuations of your respectable companion kept you on your toes as you awaited for the next course of action he would take.

A single crimson rose found its way inside an opulent glass vase, large enough to house several more if one had actually given it more thought. Or emptied their wallet. It took its own small, designated space on your work area and you couldn't bring yourself to place it elsewhere. Its own pitiful concept amused you. What was the point of a spacious vase with only one flower? That thought had come to halt when the very next day, another of its kind sat comfortably next to it. No sign of who had left it there. Peculiar. A note was slipped under the vase with the words: "30 roses, and a night with me. 1 rose is all I need." No signature nor evidence of the note's owner but you had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

You were patient. The roses, a calendar ticking off the days. 29 to go.

Whenever you asked Osomatsu about them, you were met with a soft chuckle and a change in subject.

On the last sunset, a rich and pristine white limousine was parked outside of the edifice of your workplace and you staggered, incredulous. Incredulous about this whole affair. You were pulled into the romantic pursuit of your dreams and you were elated like never before. As you boarded the vehicle, you imagined how your escapade with Osomatsu would go. Excitement took hold of your senses and the carriage to your enchanting soirée a prelude to the next chapter of your relations with the man who wants to capture your heart.

Your chauffeur led you to the golden gates of a hotel - one you recognized as the best in the city. The most prestigious and famous for its five star rating that only a celebrity could dream to afford. Commoners such as yourself could never set foot in such an establishment in their lifetime.

You gasped, unsure if this was a mishap or a trick of sorts. A hallucination caused by your hysteria.

The doors swung open and Osomatsu greeted you warmly, his meretricious bowing making you laugh with an adoring smile that appeared effortlessly through your features. He summoned a young woman who stood quietly in the background. In her hands, she held a black box tied closed with a velvety red ribbon, clearly a gift being bestowed to you.

"Please wear this and meet my master at the rooftop. He will be waiting for you."

Without a moment's hesitation, you were ushered inside a changing room. As you opened the package, a gorgeous tiered wine red evening gown/a dapper black blazer and red dress shirt and matching pants with a rose lapel pin lay snugly inside. You wasted no time in changing attire.

You rushed to the elevator, a bounce in your step. It was clear with unobstrutive glass and the panoramic scenery outside made you starry eyed at the myriad lights of the city buildings, reflective of the monumental galaxies of the twilit sky.

At your destination, the elevator opened to reveal Osomatsu standing inside a moderately square marble floor surrounded by a small canal of water on its contours, rose bushes placed around the dimly lit plaza. An inticing waltz played and he extended his hand in courtesy, inviting you to dance with him.

His eyes lidded, he spoke in a sultry tone.

"All these roses, and the only one I need... is you."

[ohiyaspe]

I forgot to update my blog with what I’m working on...whoops

[shimmeringclouds]

Karamatsu - My Love For You

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Your hums filled the room, echoing pleasantly throughout the large hallways. You ran your hairbrush through your softened locks once more before setting it down onto the dressing table.

As you began applying cream to your hands and face, you heard another voice join in with your song, deep and baritone, fitting perfectly into the melody. You smiled at the figure through the mirror, watching as it made its way closer to you before wrapping its arms around your waist, leaning down to rest its head on your shoulder.

"My love. You look as beautiful as ever."

"Even when I'm just getting ready to sleep, Karamatsu?" You giggled, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"Even then, you look as stunning as a rose, my [Y/N]."

Your cheeks tinted a light pink at his compliments, averting your eyes away from his smug smirk. Even after being married to him for so long, you would never get used to his constant shower of praises and words of caring love. You would have never known how a man neck deep in the business of the Yakuza had such a gentle soul, soft enough to love a simple girl such as yourself.

You felt his left hand lace itself with yours, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on the top of your wedding ring. You returned the action before standing up, allowing him to bring you over to the bed you shared. He moved away the bedsheets, waiting for you to lay down comfortably before reaching over to tuck you in, turning the lights off shortly afterwards.

The room fell dark, a light glow of the moon shining through the large curtains behind you, lining Karamatsu's face with pale hues of blues and greys. You could faintly see his large brown eyes wander the features of your face, following the curve of your cheeks to the bow of your lips.

He couldn't help but lift a hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently, running his thumb over your skin. You reached your own arms out to clutch the front of his night shirt, pulling yourself closer to him, legs tangling together beneath you.

He leaned down slightly to place a long, loving kiss on your lips, sighing with relief as he was finally able to love you wholly after being kept away from you for so long. You melted into his touch, clinging to him as you kissed him desperately, hoping every drop of emotion you felt for him was conveyed in your actions.

Slowly, you both parted, staying close to each other as you gazed deep into each other's eyes, searching your souls together.

"To be able to call you my wife..." Karamatsu whispered, "Makes me the luckiest man in the world, despite my hands being tainted by the life of a Yakuza. You are my angel in disguise. My beautiful [Y/N]..."

Your heart skipped in your chest, beating rapidly as it became full with pure joy.

"I should be saying that about you, Karamatsu," you rested your chin on his head, running your fingers through his locks once more. "You saved my life when I first met you. Even if you are a man of the mafia, you still have a heart of gold. That's why I fell in love with you. And now, we're here. Together."

You kissed the top of his head as he buried his face into your chest, a slight dampness forming on your clothing.

"I love you, Karamatsu."

"I love you more, [Y/N]."

[mari-bellis]

I am kicking myself for not being around on tumblr for mafia matsus.

I am a sucker for mafia themes.

[cashmoneyravestars]

Aw

@qurioq

I’m sorry I’m not familiar with the Doll song you mentioned owo; Maybe I’ll look into it when I get the chance!

But anyway, I was actually inspired by a fan comic I read on pixiv by this artist, Gotaku (Sorry it’s in Japanese)

Keep reading

[ask-mobster-matsu]

Akumatsu Event

(Mod A: Hello everyone! Sorry for the inactivity! College really got me and the Osomatsu community has been pretty on the down-low for me as of late. I probably won’t be continuing the blog on a super regular schedule, but for now, I’ll nudge this event your way! It’ll run for 7 days, so y’all got lots of time to ask questions!)

[thebardisabird]

Bard, when did you start to like Karamatsu so much and your top ten favorite Hesokuri Wars sets of Karamatsu and Ichimatsu is such a cute purple kitty cat to me 💜💜💜💜

Whew Courtney this might be your most loaded question yet, friend. Hm...well let me get the easy one out of the way. I think I will actually do a separate post on when I started to like Karamatsu and why because I could quite literally talk someone's ear off about it lol. But this'll probably be long so I'm putting all of it under a cut:

I think we've established that Mafia!Karamatsu is my favorite, definitely. After that would probably be Casino!Kara because it's...pretty close to Mafia lol. Third place is Vampire!Karamatsu because he both looks incredible as is and whew that werewolf form (it's the muscles). Now the rest here are honestly interchangeable lol: In Fourth is Akuma Rider because I love the bike and his look with it. In Fifth is Poseidon! Kara - a lot of fanart made me fall for that au. In Sixth is his Sweet Villain au because Karamatsu with red hair hello??? In Seventh is his Matsu Noir look because that long hair does horrendous things to meeee In Eighth is his Hip Hop Star (aka Color Gang) look (although if I'm honest Jyushimatsu's version of that AU literally has me ready to FAINT - again, it's the muscles) In Ninth place is not the first, but the SECOND Date set, the one with the loafers and the silver watch. Ugh, a look. And in Tenth place is the first Color Gang AU which was just named Rap where he's referred to as Masta Kara, which is based off of Masta Killa from the Wu-Tang Clan of which I grew up listening to so I mean if we're not fictionally fated to be at this point idk what to say anymore lol I would've included pictures but it's 1 am and I am sleeeeeepy

[azulsartdump]

Don Karamatsu Expressions Sheet (Part1)

(Here’s everyone’s favorite boy!)

[kamicchisart]

this is the last thing u see before u die

[ask-the-matsuno-bois]

Pls, for the love of fuck, draw mafia Osomatsu with a stubble and show these losers how a real mafia leader manages shit around here.

Mod: Mafia Oso is best Oso, don’t @ me

[ask-iyamisdaughter]

@ask-mobster-matsu continuation of this.