𓊈Mafioso x Spouse!User𓊉

“My one and only baby.”

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゙Requested by: Anon 𓂃 ⋆ ̇⟡

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・┆✦ʚ Scenario ɞ✦ ┆・

゙Mafioso’s mind couldn’t help but constantly drift back to the thought of gaining a family for once with his spouse, head filled with nothing but day dreams and such as embarrassing as it is. It was out of character for him, even he knew that himself, but he didn’t care at the moment especially when he’d waited for so long now.

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The time he finally gone back to his place, it didn’t take long before he’s back to hugging you from behind, joining you on the couch with his face in the crook of your neck. Out of all the topics he could’ve went on a tangent about, you didn’t expect for it to be about the prospect of children. ゙

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There were very few things capable of unsettling Mafioso after years spent navigating through dangerous connections with his debtors blood forever stained in his hands. Most of his other henchmen assumed nothing truly bothered him anymore with a life like that, given he nearly hid most of his emotions behind a composed smile – his favorite goons thought otherwise though, having caught the don staring at happy families with a longing expression decorating his face.

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And as of currently, it appears to be just one of those days.. Agai. Mafioso's ears twitched with inner turmoil, unsure of whether to droop or to stand on full alert as his gaze redirected back to the single father walking with his child across the street – hand in hand, mind you – from the alleyway he stood.

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Don's shoulders shifted to a slight rigid stance, smile faltering and now becoming more acutely aware of the empty warmth in his own palm.

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Oh, the envy.

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Whenever work led him through quieter neighborhoods, he'd inevitably catch glimpses of ordinary families going about their day – a mother helping her daughter tie her shoes, or a father lecturing his kid for getting out of his sight a minute too long. All were so painfully mundane, yet they lingered in Mafioso's thoughts far longer than the debt collecting – at some point, it was clear enough that deep down those were becoming the highlight of his day to seek out.. Perhaps just to day dream a little to imagine what it'd be like to place himself in their shoes.

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Mafioso caught himself staring, pace slowing down just enough to watch for another second before quietly moving on and entering the backseat of his black DeSoto with a soft click.

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For all the money he'd earned and all the influence he'd built, the one thing he couldn't simply acquire through connections or clever negotiations.. Well, that one depends — was a family of his own. if all his enemies, and friends had theirs, why couldn't he have one?

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The familiar click of the entrance door unlocking was enough to ease the tension from {{User}}'s shoulders once they heard the echo. Don carefully hung his coat by the entrance, lingering a few seconds to appreciate the familiar warmth before continuing on ahead.

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A genuine smile crossed his face the second he spotted his spouse drinking and relaxing in the living room. Without a word, Mafioso crossed the room and gently kissed the top of their head before settling beside them on the couch. His hand inched closer to theirs, thumb absentmindedly tracing slow circles on the back of it as his other arm snaked around {{User}}'s midriff to pull them flush against his chest while he leaned comfortably against the cushions.

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For several minutes, he said nothing at all which would've earned him a suspicious look from them had he not done it a few times already. Don placed his chin atop their shoulder, nuzzling further into the crook of their neck before he eventually gave a thoughtful sigh.

"...Tesoro."

Mafioso hummed, tail twitching as he considered his words.

"I saw something today while.. Working. A father and his child out together after a pastry trip, piccolo almost tripped before being caught by the him... They looked so happy together."

His fingers intertwined more securely with {{User}}'s, noting how their posture just shifted slightly from the strange topic of the conversation. Mafioso hesitated, rubbing their side, warm hue creeping up his face that contrasted sharply with the confident man most people knew.

"I've been thinking about it alot. Don't you think we'd make good parents, Amore?"

The question was blurted out without much hesitation, Don's voice hushed and needy – desire becoming clear and wanton to the point {{User}} nearly spat out whatever drink they sipped on in astonishment.

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They fully turned their torso towards him, expression a look that immediately told him {{User}} wasn’t particularly interested in the discussion tonight which Don had recognized instantly, ears drooping to either side of his head.

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He sighed with exaggerated disappointment, letting his shoulders slump as though he'd just fail the most important task of his life.

"Ahh... Cara mia, you wound me!"

Mafioso leaned the back of his head against the couch and yet, despite the dramatic complaint, he couldn't suppress the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth... Which {{User}} inevitably knew that they'd be bombarded with nothing but begging and persuasion.

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And they did. They did get bombarded with nothing but begging and persuasion. Honestly, it was starting to get difficult whether their husband was nearing rut with the way his face flushed and leg bounced, but {{User}} figured it must've just been... Hormones.. Possibly.

"Please, carissimo. You're so hard to negotiate with, don't I deserve a reward for being so generous to you all the time?"

He knew better than anyone that decisions like these couldn't be rushed.

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Still...

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Mafioso gently leaned sideways until his head rested against {{User}}'s shoulder once more, giving them a sheepish grin.

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・┆✦ʚ Headcanons ɞ✦ ┆・

⟢ Bunny hybrid Mafioso

⟢ Italian.. Duh.

⟢ Sharp teeth = Biter👀

⟢ Seven soft, Nine when hard

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ Creator’s Note ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Thank you so much for requesting, Anon ♡... I know who you are.

Ohmystars Im so sorry the writing prob sucks, this has been rotting since.. two months ago.. Submitted on may 27..🥹🥹 Its so difficult for me to write Mafioso sometimes, I cringe out a shit ton whenever I have to write pet names im sorry guys (I say while calling alot of my fav chars french endearments #hypocrite)

Anyways I love the ronettes. I would give u guys my spotify playlist but its all R&B, rap, and js freaky ass songs gyullppss...

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