CW: fluff, menstrual cycle, one suggestive piece at the end of this writing
Princess treatment all the way. Without a doubt.
You're not leaving his sight at all, he fears that you might injure yourself or get a cramp… again.
No matter what he stays by your side to comfort you unless you're uncomfortable. He even researched more about menstrual cycles just to understand you better and treat you.
Every morning, he will bring you your favorite breakfast and run you a warm bath.
He doesn't want you working or stressing yourself at all during this time, he'll speak to your manager that you need a break for a few days. Even in different ways of “speaking” if your manager believes you don't need a break.
...Let's say you got a promotion and increase in pay after that.
If he's at work, (which he'll sometimes cut short time to be with you) he'll order one of his men to bring your necessities or anything you need while he's away.
Cuddles are a must. He doesn't care if your blood gets on his clothes, he can just wash them afterwards. Never let you go during this time. If you requested, he'd lay down on your lower stomach and give a massage while honking softly. (Cuz yk, he's a rabbit hybrid.)
You always get the special treatment at all costs. Food, cuddles, bathes, massages, peace, rest, you name it. Just ask and he's already hopping off to get it for you.
buys any brand (that is healthy and your size) for you. There would be a basket full of brand new pads for you in the room if you need them.
He LITERALLY schedules the time you got or ended your period. He just wants to be a few steps ahead so he can give in to your time of need.
If you'd like to watch movies, sure, he's on the bed immediately to snuggle up with you while enjoying the movie.
If ever, rarely, (and I mean rarely) you go outside he's doubling security on you. His goons are watching your every move and have your necessities in hand in case you ever need it.
He doesn't mind getting a little messy if you're needy, anything for his doll, even if you're bleeding.
Sorry this was a little short, might update it later on. Hope you enjoyed it. Oh, and many thanks to the people who liked my first writing, much appreciated.
Mafioso x reader established relationship headcannons
Disclaimer: quite suggestive, fluff, first writing post
Once the round has started Mafioso would've already handled the rest of the survivors while leaving you for last
Doing this the rest of your team wouldn't notice you twos relationship, some would even suspect something going on but would be too afraid to question
As you both have time to each other he’d litter bunch of kisses covering your face, hugging you tightly with you pinned against a wall
If the round has already ended, Mafioso tends to be frustrated at times like that but would still care enough to congratulate you
His nicknames for you: doll, sweetheart, angel, darling, doll face, honey, love, and pet names in Italian
Certain times he would rather be intimate with you during rounds even with the rest of the survivors alive, kissing at your lips passionately as his hands find their way to your neck or jaw
If you get caught by any of the survivors, it would make you both jump. Mafioso would only sigh as he'd chase after them, leaving you a kiss to the forehead
This man will spoil you every moment of your life. In rounds he would tell his men to not bother you, little does he know that his men understand and acknowledge you both.
The Mafialings would immediately tease their boss about their relationship with you, only to receive a scolding from him. They would plan to ditch when you and them go to hang out together so you two can have a proper date. Not like Mafioso doesn't appreciate it, he takes the time to get to know you better.
After the rigged game when Chance won he would complain how he shouldn't have won the prize and how much he wants him dead. Just shut him up with kisses and he would eventually stop.
When making out with him he's rough and gentle at the same time, savoring each moment with you, and wrapping you tight against him so don't try to escape or he'll hold on longer.
You'd be the one to initiate physical affection, he'll slowly get used to it and attempt to try when you both are alone, cuddling.
Most dates would be private unless you want it not to be. He believes private dates are more sensual and romantic with you. In public you both will have prying eyes, mostly on him but he doesn't care.
His usual menacing stature would immediately crumble at your presence alone, feeling your energy in a crowded room. His attention laid only on you in any circumstances.
Incredibly clingy after a long day of work, mumbling complaints against the back of your head as his arms wrap your waist and his chin to your head.
Well, clingy in general whenever you're around and have the time.
Would manage to get breaks while having a meeting just to cuddle you.
His hands are never off of your body. On your hands, waist, shoulder, thigh, whatever he can get his hands to.
Since I see him as a bunny hybrid he gets upset immediately if not receiving cuddles or pets, just like rabbits do he'll grunt at you angrily. This is a show of dominance because dominant rabbits are the ones who receive and demand grooming.
Well, that's about it. I hope you've enjoyed this bit.
CW: NSFW, AFAB reader but i dont mention pronouns (i think), reader gets called "doll", partners in crime, voyeurism, rubbing genitalia against thighs/clothes, pull out method, breast fixation(kinda)
WC: 2.9k
Before we dive in: "Okay, here's another story I'm requesting: Mafioso x Wife Reader Smut." Another request from AO3. for this one shot imagine the killers can only spectate certain rounds of their teammates and the killers in the round can feel when the others are watching. it's like something whispers in the back of their head when they are being watched. i wanted to headcanon and write mafioso as a bunny hybrid but i was too deep into the oneshot when i thought of that
also!! i tried to make this a little longer so i'm sorry if it's shitty.
PLEASE NOTE: the title isnt meant to mock or ridicule italians i just had the meme from twitter in my mind! it's a reference. if anyone is offended i can change it.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!
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Some time had passed since you were forsaken and honestly you couldn't say that it was going bad. How could it even go wrong for your side? You were clearly privileged since you were a killer. Sure, the sentinels were annoying but whatever. At least you weren't getting brutally murdered every round. Losers.
Plus, your husband, Mafioso, was here with you. That was pretty nice. You had to wait a bit after being forsaken with thoughts asking if you were ever going to see him again before he appeared in the killer cabin but it was worth it because at least you weren't alone anymore.
Talking about Mafioso.. the story of how you two met was a bit comical, if you squint maybe.
You first saw him in an alley. Yes, a very cliche and totally not suspicious place to meet your future lover. But that's not what you were worried about at the time of these events. You were more worried about what this stranger had just witnessed by not minding his business and seeing the dead body right in front of you.
You had acted almost unconsciously by turning the rest of your body in his direction and sharply advancing full speed towards the man — not a very sharp idea to go straight towards a big man like him — with your knife in hand, ready to just swipe against his neck and let him bleed out to later be discovered with the other body. Instead, you were stopped by quick, firm hands on your wrists and a smitten look that seemed to promise secrecy.
Your eyes narrowed and with a bit of force you pulled your wrists from his hold, taking quick steps back while looking at him almost weirdly with eyes that screamed 'Are you crazy?'
Unknowingly to you, you had just murdered a prostitute that coincidentally was in debt to him and your violence had gotten his heart beating faster than usual for a very different reason than probably expected. Mafioso managed a grin as he saw you warily walk past him and towards the streets, ready to get out of the situation and maybe let him get arrested for your crime instead.
With a little bit of stalking and help from his goons he was quick to know your address. And, as any normal person would, he started to send you letters with the right information in order for you to know it was the strange man from the alley and send some back. Now, he wasn't actually expecting you to want something to do with him but when he received one letter back he was practically bouncing around in his head.
You ended up meeting again in person and it went decently well even if you were still suspicious of him.
After that you went on more dates and as time passed you started dating. It was good to have a partner in crime that could help you in your crimes because of the large amount of men he had at his disposal that he could send. In turn, you also helped him sometimes, torturing and killing off debtors even if you normally settled for prostitutes.
And then it evolved into marriage after 3 well spent years. Sure, maybe it was a bit fast compared to most couples but Mafioso was sure he wanted to spend his life with you and so were you. It was a shame your plans for the future were ruined by some stupid entity bringing you to an unknown realm. Whatever.
You were abruptly brought back from your thoughts when a round started without much warning to you since you were in your own little world.
A groan left your mouth once the numb feeling settled into your body, signaling that you were teleported from your dear room to the round and wouldn't be just another spectator. If you even could spectate this one.
Your hand gripped your weapon while you took in your surroundings. Glass houses.
You knew it like the palm of your hand by now. You didn’t even need to look around much to know you had spawned in the interior of the big mountain.
Your thoughts were rudely interrupted again by the small noises of clothes rustling against each other, making you turn your head to meet the sight of none other than Mafioso standing on the grey platform with you.
A double trouble round? And with your husband? This was going to be great.
Your husband shot you a quick grin and in return you nodded firmly with your head, ready to unleash chaos upon the survivors together.
Your gaze sharpened as you turned your head and started to march forward, not worried about the noise your feet would make against the cement, before you were stopped by a hand on your wrist, pulling you back and making your eyes widen with surprise and confusion.
"Not yet." He whispered, dragging you even closer so he could lean down and press his face into your hair. "How about we forget the killing for this round and let my minions hunt them down? We could focus on something else that we haven't been able to focus on." His tone dripped with innuendo you were quickly able to grasp. "The others aren't watching. I'm not hearing anything."
You paused at the suggestion and additional information, focusing on nothing in particular to check if there really wasn't any creepy whispering in your head. Nope. They weren't allowed to watch this round.
That was pretty weird, actually. Normally the Spectre would always allow it when there were special rounds like this one. But you surely weren't complaining. You would finally be able to have alone time with your husband. Even if it was on a round.
You hummed, letting a smile slip onto your lips as you thought about it for one more second. "What the hell, sure. Why not? We have been needing some alone time."
Mafioso let his smile widen at your response, a kiss being pressed into your head.
Hearing more stirring behind you and then his voice, you assume Mafioso is using his flip phone to call his goons, and, after a slight delay, Caporegime and Soldier appear at your sides, weapons in hand and seeming ready to receive orders from their boss.
“Boys, hunt down the survivors for me and make sure that they don’t come near this area.”
The two responded almost immediately to the command with a nod and started to walk away. They went around you both and walked down the small stairs to then leave, one by the giant entrance right in front of you and the other turned right to stride towards the other entrance.
Mafioso waited a few more seconds after they left before he leaned down again, pressing kisses into your hair and slowly moving down, now peppering your neck with drawn out kisses. “I’ve been waiting for this, y’know?” He whispers against your skin, hands slowly moving across your body to rest at your hips, massaging them with the same slowness he had used to trail his kisses downward.
“You could have just asked me when we weren’t in a round.” Your hands came up to collect your hair into them, moving it over your right shoulder to give your husband more access to your neck without having the hair in the way of his kisses.
“The walls are too thin for these kinds of activities.”
You hummed, choosing to not remind him how you have already done this in your cabins a few times. He just wanted an excuse to have left it for a round that he didn’t even know would come and you knew that.
Hands continue to massage your hips with care, one of them eventually coming up to cup your breast through your shirt and bra. It busied itself with fondling while your husband’s hips started to move against yours, letting you feel him start to harden. The amount of different sensations were making it hard to possibly focus on just one.
You exhale a small, almost unhearable whine, pushing your chest against his hand and pressing your butt back against his crotch, feeling how his grip tightened on your hip in response to the motion.
Mafioso moves the hand on your breast to slip it under your shirt and into your bra. He uses his thumb and index finger to switch between pinching and pressing your nipple against your breast. His ears gladly accepted every noise you made after each motion and tease, never once getting tired of them. How could he ever get tired of something you produced? Your sounds were perfect, just like all of you.
He finally takes his hands off you to reach down to start working on taking his belt off, taking the prong from the punch hole and pulling the tip from the buckle. Mafioso lets his fingers trace the button of his pants, letting the anticipation of what was going to happen sink in for a moment, before finally unbuttoning it and pulling both his pants and briefs down.
Mutually muttered curses flow through the air as he shifts his body until he is able to position his cock behind the juncture of your thighs, pushing against your thigh gap to make space for him.
Your husband groans behind you and starts to rut his hips up against your clothed pussy, creating a delicious friction that makes your heart race and causes your pupils to dilate. You lower your shaky hands to touch your own pants, automatically finding the button before you are stopped by Mafioso’s hands.
“Wait.” He mumbles, drifting his hands back to your hips.
You are caught by surprise when his knee and shin press into the back of your knees, making them buckle. Your eyes widen and your hands shoot out to attempt grabbing at the air before you feel hands under your armpits, holding you up just enough so you don’t fall back but slowly letting you drop to the ground.
Mafioso sinks onto his knees behind you, using his hands to manhandle you into a position where your back is against the ground with your legs on his sides.
“It would have been nice of you to ask me to lay down instead of that.” You huff, furrowing your brows. Your hands elevate to grab his tie, making him raise his brow under the shadow of his fedora. You use the grip to suddenly pull his face closer and press your lips against his roughly.
The man reciprocates the intensity, no less rougher with his kiss than you.
You groan into the kiss and feel his lips curve up into a smile. Meanwhile, his hands unbutton your pants and pull down the zipper. Your pants and panties are quick to be pulled down and off with the help of you lifting your hips up from the ground.
You part ways from him to breathe and him to look down at your cunt with a wide grin. “Already so wet for me.” He purrs and you scoff in response.
“If somebody else saw you with that giant grin they’d think you had never seen me like this before.”
He rolls his eyes and starts to grind his dick against your folds, a shiver running up his spine at the sensation of the wetness coating him. “You can’t blame a guy for admiring the view. Plus, no one but you would see me with this grin.”
“I s-suppose that is true.” A moan mixed with a half escapes your mouth when he finally starts to move against you again but a deep feeling of impatience settles into you as you wonder when he will eventually push into you instead of continuing to tease you.
Lucky for you, he seemed to have the same thoughts. It doesn’t take long until he is pulling his hips back to position the head of his cock against your entrance, pushing in the tip with an uncharacteristic gentleness.
The following movements certainly didn’t carry the care he seemed to promise before though. He bottomed out with a rough thrust.
You gasp and tighten your hold on his tie, sharply tugging at his collar. He grumbles something you aren’t able to hear in response and his hand moves to tug yours away from his tie. He gathers your hands with his, moving to pin your wrists on top of your head as he starts to move again, retracting and then pushing into you with more fervor.
His free hand moves to your boob again. It is as if he has some weird fixation on them. You let a grin onto your lips as a reaction to his touch, back arching and pushing your chest into his hands.
“That's it.” He groaned with a particular harsh thrust. “Just lay pretty for me. You don’t have to do anything.” Mafioso released your boob from his hand, quickly raising your shirt and moving your bra out of the way to lean his head down to capture your nipple with his teeth, pulling it gently.
You try to move your wrists, wanting to do something with them like maybe grab his head or hold onto something else but his hand didn’t budge one bit, almost glued to you.
“M-Mafi-!” You moan out a bit more loudly than you would have liked. You couldn’t seem to shut your own mouth with how he was hitting that sweet, spongy spot deep within you, making you clench and unclench around him as you approached your peak quickly.
He took note of your signals, coming to a stop in you just before you could truly fall over the edge and taking his teeth away from your nipple.
You respond with a small whine, followed by an unhumoured string of curses. Your hips move on their own, trying to chase after the feeling by pushing against him.
“Shh. Gods, I can’t imagine how loud you’ll actually be once you come.” Mafioso chuckles, taking some moments before starting to move again once he’s sure you’re not near the edge like before.
You buck your hips, a trembling smile settling on your lips before you basically force yourself to still. You swore you heard grass rustling. Your head rotates slightly and presses itself against the cement beneath you, letting you see the giant opening from where Soldier had passed before.
Nothing.
You squint your eyes, suspicious of the sight of nothing on the entrance. You trusted your instincts and you knew you weren’t that old to be starting to hear badly.
“Hey. Look at me, doll.” Mafioso pulls you from your thoughts when he uses his free hand to grasp your chin, moving your head so you would be looking at him again. To ensure you were paying attention, he thrusts roughly into you, making you press your eyes closed and squeak.
Your mouth opens to voice your concerns but you interrupt yourself before you can even start with another loud moan when your husband continues to slowly but harshly pound into you.
You finally feel yourself getting closer to the peak again after a few more prodding against your sweet spot. It made you forget almost completely of what you were sure you had heard, making you focus on your own pleasure instead.
Mafioso grunted and groaned above you as he moved, feeling himself near the peak of ecstasy. “Yes. Just keep making those noises.” He lets out an involuntary, sudden moan before immediately shutting himself up to focus on his movements.
You squirm against his hold and he just tightens it, completely content with feeling you try to escape him so you could do something with your hands.
Before you know it, you’re already climbing over the edge and spasming against Mafioso with moans and whines falling naturally off your lips. He pulls out to follow after some quick moments, spilling himself on your stomach with a drawn-out groan.
Your body continues to twitch after the high of your orgasm as quick, heavy breaths left you.
Mafioso takes a second to compose himself before he pulls a handkerchief to wipe your stomach clear of his release and then your pussy. “You’re so precious.” He whispers, looking deeply into your eyes while he pulls your underwear and pants up, doing the same to himself after.
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Not far from the place you two were, stood a survivor, trying to be as quiet as possible while being a ‘huge pervert that was clearly excused because.. look at where you’re going at it’ — their brain’s words.
Their hands moved quicker on their cock at your moans combined with the sight of your body. They were already so close and they only seemed to have arrived halfway through the fun!
“Fuck… fuuuck. Yes..” Chance moaned the lowest they could, their fingers gripping the side of the entrance tightly, a way-too-happy smile making its way to their lips as they watched you spasm under Mafioso. Lucky fella.
Wait, no. Lucky fellas. He corrected himself before going back to focusing on you and Mafioso.
It wasn’t long before they came on their hands, their release hitting the floor while he continued to pump his own cock. He forced himself to hide behind the wall again after his peak, determined not to get himself caught by the two of you.
May i request Mafioso being an absolute simp for a female reader who is MUCH taller than him( i'm talking.he barely reaches up to her waist.)
Looking Up at the Love of His Life
Author's Note: You ask, and I shall serve :D I hope this exceeded the expectations. I'm unsure if you meant HCs or an actual x reader fic, so I decided to do both ^^
Summary: Mafioso / Don Sonnellino with a REALLY tall fem partner <3
TW: None. Established relationship between Mafioso and Reader. Reader is referred as she/her and they/them
⊹♡ IDC WHAT YA'LL SAY, LALALALA. You cannot convince me this man DOESN'T absolutely adore the fact that his partner is towering over him.
⊹♡ The first time she absentmindedly rested her arm on top of his head while talking to someone?
⊹♡ He had to pretend nothing happened.
⊹♡ Meanwhile internally? "OUHHHH I love my tall wife."
⊹♡ Mafioso's pretty much the type of guy who absolutely has zero insecurity about the height difference. And if anything, he BRAGS about it.
"Oh my wife? Yeah she's taller than me. What about it." cue awkward silence because everyone expected him to be embarrassed.
⊹♡ He LOVES when you'd bend down to kiss him. Like he would absolutely melt every single time no matter who's watching.
⊹♡ EVEN MORE SO IF THEY'D TAKE HIS HAT OFF TO KISS THE TOP OF HIS HEAD. That's a privilege only his tall spouse can do.
⊹♡ I lowkey feel like he'd secretly enjoys asking her to grab things from high shelves. Not because he can call someone else, but rather he just likes watching her effortlessly reach things for him.
⊹♡ This too, if you ever pick him up? he's DONE for. He immediately wraps an arm around her shoulders so he doesn't accidentally look startled.
⊹♡ Especially if she's strong enough to bridal carry him, his soul would leave his body.
While the goons ARE supportive, they'd have to make fun of their boss from time to time. Caporegime would have to look away, Consigliere would try not to laugh, while Soldier and Contractee would place bets on how quick Mafioso would be all giddy in your hands.
⊹♡ Now in terms of height, especially if fem reader is plus size girly? He'd absolutely ADORE wearing her oversized jackets.
⊹♡ Like she could drape one over his shoulders when it's cold, or he'd take one of her sweaters/shirts when he's off of work and would be COMFORTABLE.
⊹♡ It'd prolly hang almost to his knees. But would he care? NO DAWG. If anything, he'd refuse to take it off.
⊹♡ In comparison, his clothes wouldn't fit you... yeah, no. You guys are gonna have to compromise when it comes to sharing clothes, IF EVER YKWIM? Maybe one that fits you but isn't too big on him as well.
⊹♡ Speaking of which, dancing together is adorable.
⊹♡ Mafioso would confidently take the lead… until he realizes you're a whole head and shoulders taller.
⊹♡ He doesn't mind it though, would tell you "Come here, cara". Then he'll stand on the slightest step or curb if one happens to be nearby just to kiss her more easily.
⊹♡ If ever there's no stool? He's happy to let her take the lead if ever.
⊹♡ Though if you don't know how to dance, then he'll teach you. No problem with that.
⊹♡ And if you don't want to dance? then that's okay. He's happy with just swaying side to side with you like this. Maybe even just stand around, hugging each other.
⊹♡ This is usually him having his arm around your waist, or around your hips. While your own arms are doing their best to wrap around his shoulders, giggling..
⊹♡ ANYWAYS !! Conversations or talks with Mafioso is always, if not mostly/usually, with him looking up at her while she's talking. The eye contact from down there absolutely destroys him.
⊹♡ "Oh but wouldn't his neck hurt-" He doesn't care. His wife is talking, just cause she's a whole Mafioso taller doesn't mean he won't look up at her >:(
⊹♡ All that's cute, sure. Mafioso loves you at the end of the day despite being taller.
⊹♡ Now what about the downsides of being tall?
⊹♡ Sure being tall is amazing and all, but its also a struggle come on. People tend to bully you for being a whole two-person height, not to mention you'd have to duck down to certain doorways just to get through.
⊹♡ Mafioso's not having any of that though xoxo
⊹♡ The first time his partner accidentally bumped her head on one of the doorframes in the Manor, Mafioso stopped EVERYTHING.
⊹♡ He asked if she was hurt, gently checked the spot she'd hit, and frowned the entire evening—not at her, but at the house itself.
⊹♡ Within that same week, he'd already hired workers to renovate the manor. Having to raise every doorway, archway, and ceiling in the rooms she frequented so she'd never have to duck or risk hitting her head again.
⊹♡ And if anyone questioned why such expensive renovations were suddenly necessary, he'd simply answer, "My partner should be comfortable in her own home."
⊹♡ Sure to everyone else it seemed excessive, but to him it was only natural. Why should the woman he loves have to shrink herself to fit the house when he could simply make the house fit her instead? ♡
⊹♡ That aside though, you know how I mentioned the bullying? Yeah no. People have made fun of her height for years—But Mafioso's having NONE of that.
⊹♡ The moment he notices someone making you uncomfortable? his entire demeanor changes; his voice stays calm, but there's an unmistakable edge that would make the other person fall silent.
⊹♡ He couldn't care less if people mocked him. Even then, who'd dare to mock the Don? No one, really. But insulting the woman he loves? that's another story entirely.
⊹♡ If someone laughs at their height difference, he'll simply smile and reply, "Yes, she's taller than me. I fail to see the problem." Later, when they're finally alone, he'll gently take her hands in his, look up at her with the softest expression imaginable.
⊹♡ Mafioso will NEVER fail to remind you that you're beautiful exactly as she is. If she ever apologizes for being so tall or admits she's insecure because of what others say, he'd immediately reassure her, telling her she has nothing to apologize for and that he loves every single inch of her.
⊹♡ To him, your height isn't something strange or embarrassing—it's just another part of the woman who completely stole his heart, and he'll happily spend the rest of his life making sure she never doubts that again. ♡
"You've been hearing those things for a long time, haven't you?" Mafioso asked quietly. When you hesitated before answering, he already knew.
"I'm used to it," you hummed with a small shrug. "People always have something to say. Whether if it's that I'm too tall, or if we're an odd couple..." You let out a laugh that didn't quite sound genuine. "Sometimes I wonder if they'd stop staring if I were shorter." Now THAT made Mafioso frowned almost immediately. Stepping closer until he rested his forehead lightly against your waist, he wrapped his arms around you without a hint of hesitation. "Then they would simply find something else to criticize," he replied. "People who wish to judge others rarely need a reason."
He leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, the affection in his own impossible to miss. "But listen to me." His voice was soft, but unwavering. "I love you exactly as you are. I love that I have to tilt my head to look at you. I love reaching for your hand, even if it's a little higher than everyone else's. I love standing beside you, walking beside you, and loving you exactly the way you were made." A small smile tugged at his lips. "Amor Mio.." He whispered, taking your hands within his own. Pressing a kiss on each knuckle with tenderness and love only reserved for you. "If the entire world insists on seeing your height as something to mock, then let them be wrong. To me, it's one of the countless things that makes me love you."
You felt your eyes begin to water before you could stop them. Mafioso looked up at you, the ever loving smile still present on his face as he intertwined your hands together. "Cara mia, I never want you to apologize for taking up space," he whispered. "You don't need to make yourself smaller to deserve love, and you certainly don't need to change for me." He adjusted, face leaning onto your palms. His smile changing into another, one so hopelessly devoted for you. "No matter how tall you are, no matter how many people stare or laugh..." He pressed a tender kiss against your palm as he nuzzled his cheek onto it. "...I'll spend the rest of my life looking up at the woman I love, and I'll consider myself the luckiest man alive for it."
⊹♡ At the end of the day, the world may see you as someone "too tall"
⊹♡ But Mafioso? He simply sees the woman he fell hopelessly in love with.
⊹♡ And Every extra inch just means there's more of you for him to admire. ♡
May I request Mafioso from forsaken being a simp for a female reader who is MUCH taller than him
MossyEyes speaks: The fact that you caught litterally right when I re-entered my Forsaken obsession is some crazy talent. But fuck yeah, because I love when the reader is tall because IRL I've been above average height my whole life so I hate when people depict reader as I little bean compared to Char. And I'm doing HC's just because I still have a writers block but I'm trying to push through.
Mafioso x Tall-Fem!Reader.
I think he would personally enjoy at night when you wrap your limbs around him with your head in his chest. He would find it absolutely adorable lowk.
He honestly probably gets annoyed if you bend down while in a argument with a smug grin on your face. He just stares at you with annoyance as you act all smug and mighty.
DO NOT THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT HE WILL HESITATE TO THROW YOU OVER HIS SHOULDER. He will not hesitate if you're getting tired or just picking fights (If you do).
If you're in the mafia with him he'll find it hilarious when your between the other and your height difference between them. He has had to on multiple occasions look away while covering his mouth to not laugh.
He knows what it's like being tall so if you're not paying attention walking and there is somewhere's that you have to lower your head he'll reach up and lower your head himself so you don't have to pause mid-sentence.
He probably lets you put your head on his shoulder in cars as long as he isn't driving cause he knows you would probably have to crane your head with the low car ceiling.
He probably enjoy your height when you guys are in crowded places cause he can just see your head above the crowd so he can find you easily.
MossyEyes speaks: Uh, that's all I can come up with.. I really want to do more but it's like midnight when I write this and I am like not having any new thoughts. I hope you enjoy. :D
mafioso who, after you ask him to light your cigarette, takes you by the chin and lights it with his own and then leaves you speachless without saying a single word to you before or after
