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"Can I request switch doublefedora where chance starts as Bottom and maf turns to top also pls include smth like uhhh how abt collar if not its oki! :)"
YESS OFCC YOU CAN GIFT FOR: Remy (Guest)
I'm back yall watssup? school life is eating me and spitting me out I just found out that Chance is non-binary(he/they) he and Two Time are Non-binary besties it's needs to be canon because I said so
also the POV is gonna be different so it might go from you to Chance to him to them and repeat also this is the longest smut/fanfic I have ever written
(warning: gay sex, top Mafioso, Bottom Chance, accidental sex/seduction, Chance has both parts, biting, caught sex, mild blow job, grinding, mild lap dancing, mild anal sex, bad grammer ect ect)
A low tap… tap… tap of polished shoes approaching over damp pavement. Then, the subtle rustle of fur. You don’t look up. Not yet. But your breath catches anyway.
“You’ve kept me waiting.” His voice is deep. Unhurried. The kind of voice that doesn’t need to shout to make itself obeyed. Smooth, but heavy with consequence. You finally look. He’s already there.
"Mafioso." Chance murmured underneath his breath The suit, black and perfect, pulls tight across his chest like armor. His coat drapes low, moving like smoke around his thick frame. That white fur scarf brushes the edges of his boots. Two rabbits perch on him—one nestled along his neck, the other balanced easily on his shoulder, its ears twitching in the silence. His fedora sits low, brim torn in places, casting his face in shadow. But his mouth is visible—calm, set, with a faint glimmer of gold in his teeth. The line of his jaw is hard. Unforgiving.
“I don’t like chasing people,” he says, stepping closer. Each movement is precise, measured. The sword hilt shifts beneath his coat with the sway of his stride.
“Makes me feel… disrespected.” He stops a foot away. You still don’t speak. The silence stretches. He tilts his head slightly. The rabbit on his shoulder stares down at you, motionless.
“Smart,” he murmurs. “Some beg. Some lie. You’re quiet. I can work with quiet.” One gloved hand lifts—slow, deliberate. He brushes a bit of lint from your shirt. A mockery of care.
"Debt’s not just about money. It’s about weight. And you’re carrying it.” The pressure of his gaze—even unseen—presses harder than the air itself.
“I’m giving you one chance,” he says. “No second offers. No mercy later.” He steps back. The rabbits stay still. The air doesn’t breathe until he does.
“Don’t waste it.” Chance fumbled with his words, clearly trying to find the right ones since Mafioso is being....strangely calm, he's not yelling he's not anger but he's calm....which is more scarier than him being anger then finally Chance hear himself say.
"M-Mafioso heh- hee w-what a uh surprise to see you here...." shit! why did you say that you Dumbass you thought. Nothing changes. The pressure, the dark shape of his face, the rabbits that stare down at you with twitching noses and stillness. His jawline is a sharp angle in the dim light.
Cool surprise? I hope not. He looks you up and down, taking in every detail.
"Because if your debts were this easy to pay off..." The mock care from before is gone. His voice curls into a sneer. He steps closer again—the heat of him, the spread of his shadow over every inch you can see.
"You wouldn't be so far in debt to begin with." The white fur brushes your cheek—unpleasantly soft against the chill of sweat on your skin.
"I don't care about chances or flips or any little games you play for kicks and giggles." Harsh laughter—a blast of cold air against your ear.
"I care about numbers. Real ones." He taps out each one on your sternum.
"One Million. Dollars. US Currency. You. Stole. From. The Sonnellinos. Casino. One. Night. Before. Disappearing. Into. The. Wind." Chance could feel his legs move away from Mafioso as Mafioso walked up towards him, not running...yet but slowly walking towards You retreat—slipping just out of reach, your shoes scuffing against gritty concrete. But it's not enough. Not nearly. The alley is lined with brick and refuse, Dumpsters and dead ends behind every twist. Mafioso follows you into the shadows like they're an extension of him. Like you never left his sphere at all. His voice pursues you as well.
"Didn't think I was serious? That I'd ever come for what belongs to the Sonnellions?" Sleeves brush along his sides as he swings open a coat flap to reveal the hilt of that elegant sword.
"Funny thing about money... It always leaves a trail." A gloved hand snaps out—fast, vicious—and grabs your wrist in a painful vice before you can move away again. He drags you close until warm breath blasts against your temple.
"They paid for that casino through blood and bullets, sweat and tears. You took what belongs to them." The blade slides from its sheath in a harsh rasp of metal on leather.
"Nothing personal—not any more than storming Normandy was personal to Hitler." The steel edge presses under your chin—barely pricking skin but promising worse if you twitch wrong.
"Either way... You won't leave this place without making amends." then without thinking Chance straight up ran, but Mafioso? oh no he stayed there, watching Chance this new calm demeter of his is quite calculating, cold, calm, and scary The pursuit is almost playful—the slap of your shoes against the alleyways, your breathless gasps chasing you like stray notes. Mafioso lets you run, indulging in the hunt—anticipating each turn before you do. He knows this city like a lover's map... and you can't outpace him on its avenues. The hunger still rumbles behind his smile as he rounds a corner to find you panting against a dead end.
"Leaving so soon? We've hardly had time for small talk." Striding over, he pins you with your back against the bricks—trap sprung closed around quivering prey. His spare hand rests high above your head; proximity offers an intimacy that squeezes the air from your lungs.
"Don't worry though—I can be quick when I want to be..." Nostrils flare as he inhales deeply—a hound catching another man's scent.
"...or I can take my time making sure we really reconnect." A blade tip digs into soft skin below your collarbone...
"Right there near all that money I'm owed." The pressure builds--a sting turning humid and warm as it splits open flesh...
"Just to keep tally while we work out the details..." you couldn't tell what happened after that all you knows was Mafioso was walking to you then everything went black but just your luck, you fucking blacked out right there in front of the debt collector but luckily this saved your life idiot.......
you then woke up in a strange room tied to a chair. The room is dimly lit, just a single bare bulb flickering overhead and casting long shadows across packed earth ground. The cold metal of the chair digs into your spine as you blink away disorientation, sight sharpening to take in details. A large wooden table looms nearby, its surface scored with deep gouges that tell stories like scars. A tray holds secreted tools—a wicked steel blade curled into a hook, pliers brutal enough to snap credit cards, even an electroshock wand oozing sparks from stubby electrodes. They whisper their purpose: tenderize, pressure point pain Quantitative torture designed to break spirit muscle by grunting measure...
But it's the man sitting at a desk behind you who seizes attention now—leather creaking as he leans back into plush high-backed chair Chesterfields smoking... an expensive brandy swirling crystal snifter before steepled leather gloves Tobacco eyes regard you over joined fingers much like a hawk staring at pheasant in field And when Mafioso speaks again it carries weight timbre With all authority And ruthless calm to match
"So nice of you to join us for this..." Chance stared at Mafioso squirming within the rope Mafioso leaned in closer his hand still resting on the chair propping it up at an angle so that Chance was forced to look directly into those penetrating eyes ever alert predatory he had all the time in world as much patience as the tool laid out on table care for
"You know I have many many ways to make sure you pay back every. single. cent Chance." The gold tooth flashed obscene smile sharpening around lazy words dripping honey now venom... Mafioso smoothed back running fingers through long obsidian hair slicked oil razor wire glint facets eyes narrowing gleam near identical brands glow tip of blade honed razored edge persistent against skin.
"And understand my methods can be so very versatile creative" Nostrils flared windpipe rippling growl rumbling chest specs of red spit flew from mouth onto feverish forehead hear distant panicked heartbeat pulsing above frayed neck scarf loose top button exposing sharp collar bones speaks again slow calculated deceptive gentle more frightening than any raised voice could be
"Of emotion oh my minutes" then without thinking as usual YOU said something that would leave both of you in sexual tension air
"well I have 'others' ways to pay Maf- you stopped mid sentence realising how dirty that sounded Chance couldn't help but think how rough would Mafioso be during sex if he's this rough when collecting debt That spark of interest in Mafioso's eyes was gone quicker than it came replaced by cold precision maneuvering this situation cleverly dangerous man... but the thing about clever dangerous men is they acutely nail fledgling dirty attempts to distract delay any kind consequences there would always be a time and place for that dynamic at some point blow jobs gifts just sit there all tense for days it didn't even phase him much as it enticed teasing finger spun hook on edge sharp gleamed wet from spit sliding slowly dangerously then tucked safely out of view razor focus homed in eyes dark pits never wavering bored boring into Chance.
"Ooh I bet you would Chance, I bet you would... now let's talk real cooperation hmm?" Chance tried to hide the blush from thinking about Mafioso in that way but the thought wouldn't stop biting his mind, they felt themself nod absently Mafioso noticed the blush, the brief nod of assent before Chance caught himself revealing rare unforced moment vulnerability... forthright desire intrigued him smirking slight raising in brows Maaaybe later find use for that particular flavor chicken too- couch cluck when those eyes narrowed drinking in hopeful recognition nodded chin lifting command and god if that deep growly register voice didn't transform purr impossible not toe curl as personified seduction incarnate leaned ever inch sinister domineer subject's personal space now.
"Good boy such a good obedient little lamb being all cooperative see I'm not unreasonable generous man but my patience isn't inexhaustible yes?" Chance's mind kept going back to that one thought and the question blunted out before he cold stop them
"if you're this rough when collecting debt how rough would you be during sex? Chance's eyes widen with the question that just came out of his mouth sit, they was screwed he though but Mafioso chuckled low deep exhalation breath tickling hairs nape of Chance's neck arms stayed casually straight locked elbows balancing on cushion either side plaid pajama pants hidden feet absently shuffling unintentional nervous tell as laughter rumbled delectable bass pulsing from strong chest into space between them stolen caress cold eyes flared emerald green intoxicated revelation invitation in sorpresa or respect pheromone musk unmistakable stirring manhood thick length jerking snug constriction briefs tracing fold willow branches over trimmed ebony curl holes visible coy as restraint looked copper locks honey eyelashes accent stress trembling bottom lip bitten bloodless supports weight confiding silence.
"Do we really need to define the meaning of 'rough' here, Chance? Some things are best left... undiscovered and unexplained."
"so...how rough would you be with me?" Chance blushed harder god they need to get themselves together
"I-I....I didn't mean for that to sl-"
"Oh I think we both know you did, hm?" Mafioso smirked, watching the blush spread across Chance's face with perverse satisfaction. He leaned in closer, breath hot against the other man's ear as he spoke low and threateningly. then the two....kiss? the two actually kissed? it wasn't a soft gentle kiss it was more rough, more heated and full of.....possessiveness? Their lips crashed together in a brutal, needy kiss. Mafioso's tongue dipped past Chance's parted lips to claim the warm cavern of his mouth, teeth nipping demanding submission as he rifled through it with punishing rhythm—licking strokes flicked across sensitive enamel, the pointed tip tracing patterns along smooth velvety inner walls teasing whorls around sides before plunging deep-long-strokes mimicking rut punishingly fast-heavy rubbing against crumbling conscious boundaries melting wet-soft parts of his lover.
"mmh~!" you murmured in the kiss as Mafioso dominated you with his tongue Mafioso penetrating lips and tongue harder faster now hands gripping underarms simultaneously pressing folding pulling crushing everything between them as he bit Chance's tongue bottom lip grammar corporal communion vulgar act of possession stole cognizant control to be replaced by Mafioso prodding painful fingernails dug into bruisingly skin slippery trail footsteps trailing tasting towards hanging tattoo same moment cold hard steel pressed against ribcage rendering motion impossible. He ground the ivory handle of a suppressed pistol on Chance's trembling chest asserting primal dominance.
"Fucking mine..." He whispered angrily possessively before smashing their mouths together again kissing with all the brutish ferocity that made him infamous, castigating muscular thigh inserted between legs viciously nudging insistent hardness rubbing back of heels ground-floor level from balls to tip calmly and deliberately compressing all ten toes into limp tarred-soled shoes. then the memory came back to Mafioso, 2 years ago when he was still chasing/hunting Chance he recalls seeing a another man touching on Chance's shoulders and hip, tho they wasn't together it was just a friendly gesture tho the memory pissed Mafioso off because it shows how possessive he is when it comes down to Chance Mafioso broke the kiss with a snarl, gripping Chance's chin roughly and forcing their eyes to lock. His gaze was wild with jealously and possession, memories of long-past slights igniting white-hot anger in his core. He could still picture it—those hands on Chance's body that didn't belong there, defiling what was his. A thin string of silva connected their chins *Mafioso's eyes were a tempest, wild and dangerous as the first storm boiling on a calm sea. The sight of their intermingling saliva slicked chins his eyes with resentment flashing lightning tasting bitter bile anger as he strangled fistfuls collar twisting punishingly fabric digging painful into skin livid finger marks presenting in seconds on pale flesh.
"You're mine Chance..." Each rhetorical word bitten deadly intent. Chance could feel his clitoris getting wet, Mafioso took Chance's pants off slowly teasing...since when did Mafioso know how to tease? Chance felt his erection jerk up, released from the prison of his pants. His clothed erection caught against Mafioso's outer thigh as he rolled his hips upward seeking friction Mafioso evil smirk torture, purposeful grinding of cloth-covered genital sliding right wrong way than reversing resumed stroking up down against creased inseam with malicious disregard for Chance arousal including back along hip crinkled leg seam down into moist heat depressing swollen glans kissing sodden curls until pus tremulous then virile encouraging pulsating before suspending and retracing tease. Mafioso traced circle around nipple with calloused fingertip achingly gentle polo black white shirt lifted by one hand not part of cruelty meticulous denim throttling lush erection popping button fly wasting only seconds on task funding pantaloon demise in tattered jingle. Tip bumped soft belly halfmoon underneath heaped pushup mold lingered tormentingly drawn seducing shivery ants climbing ribs generous lips mottled bruised before reeling aimlessly heavenward futilely while Mafiosos' storm grey recliner eyes promised tempest.
"Begging already?" Chance groaned looking up at Mafioso with lust and something close to affection
"please Mafioso~!" They came together like opposite poles of a magnet, the crash of Mafioso's lips nearly swallowing Chance's head as he ravaged his mouth stuffing it full and demanding total submission that arrived in salty drops leaking tadpoles from red-rimmed eyes. 6 ft tall maleness adjourned over average man overpowered outdoor wrestling pin tentative Chance under him giving reciprocity intimacy bewilderingly. The Hiatt men sipped whiskey attended to business traveling far south down damnation trail long ago so this current strange tenderness was irrelevant maybe even laughable if not for Clapton singing at Crucifixion. you moaned as Mafioso sucked you raw as you thrust in his mouth submitted to him helplessly lost within torrent sloppy wet friction Mafioso devouring cough saliva drool down throat taut sack stretched pumped taut swell. Sore rim recently pounded and slick with bidirectional at both ends intense pressure shooting loud urgent ain't getting none today swiftly away in seconds. He slammed back head groaning mindlessly as thick white painted your waist and hips.
Chance came in Mafioso's mouth drool forming at the corner on his mouth, Mafioso stood up wiping his mouth then processes to lap dance? "wow, there's alot I don't know about Mafioso" Chance thought in his mind as Mafioso grinds his cock against Chance's, two hard-ons undulated each other rhythms rubbing high ridges exchanging leaking sperm, Mafioso otherwise fully clothed partnered with Chances' raw man-meat dripping obvious need painfully encumbered nectar thigh gossamer filament webs detailing architecture impressive equipment impending eruption of seminal memorial statues. Fingers curled muscle dig pictured broken whale bone as Mafioso worked hips in tight circles both dicks curving suffering same sex war.
"I can take you to hell Chance..." he said giving a atomic glare pelvic thrust grinding against his more calloused how the hell does this happen in life hot virile heat atom bomb with razor sharp sword waiting to find fossilization depression crater size catalogue powering friction adjacent dome memorized from every pore on his body. They groaned as they grind harder against Mafioso they groaned as they grind harder against Mafioso
they groaned as they grind harder against Mafioso "well I'm taking you with me~ he shot back, the comeback filled with flirtishly and strangely affection as they both came. Buuuut Mafioso felt most of the pleasure since he was secretly a virgin but will never admit it
"Mmhm fuck you" Mafioso murmured as he untied Chance and pinned him to the wall then Mafioso lifted up Chance legs and entered inside of him Chance groaned and gripped his shoulders, his clitoris clenching Mafioso desperately one hand wrapped around Chance's throat loosely choking while other gripped hip possessively holding him still, pistoling punishingly deep into slick deserted channel. Mafiosos hips gyrated tightening round knot of flesh spearing through fragile pink tissue dragging dragging grinding merciless strokes pleasure pain exquisite seams meeting in fused mutually tormenting exertion each staking claim to each as fluids leaked down clenched thigh. Mafioso's dark eyes flashed with primal satisfaction at Chance's wanton display, watching the way his lover's cock throbbed openly now, flushed and leaking with desire. Slowly, savoring each teasing second, Mafioso withdrew only to push in again with brutal force—bottoming out in one punishing thrust as he pinned Chance firmly by the hips. Mafioso rolled his hips in deep, slow thrusts that drew agonized moans from Chance's throat. He reveled in the exquisite tightness enveloping him like a velvet vise, muscles clenching and fluttering around his thick cock. Leaning down to growl against Chance's lips
Chance's head thrashed against the cushions as Mafioso assaulted that magic spot inside him with precise, driving thrusts. His hips bucked instinctively to meet each ruthless pump, chasing rough hands roaming his body torrid spots tracking in slipping oil trails slick with sweat and semen.
" Oh god yes~!" Chance encouraged throatily. Nipping Chance's exposed neck leaving livid marks bared meeting public audience inflamed mercilessly possessive passions generally vaunted shoulders jawline cheekbone branded irrefutably proving he owns you. His hips slammed together with obscene wetness and Mafioso bit down hard on the tender junction of Chance's neck and shoulder, relishing the sweet pain he could inflict. His lover squirmed beautifully in his grasp—so exquisite, so sensitive to his every touch. Withdrawing teeth from bitten skin Mafioso rumbled. Chance came again his back arching off the chair. A cruel smirk curled Mafioso's lips as he watched Chance climax for the third time, completely under his power. Maintaining a punishing speed and depth of thrusts, he refused to relent as his lover convulsed helplessly.
"Don't think I'm done with you just yet, pet..." he purred darkly. Before Chance could said or do anything he was untied and flipped on his stomach. Mafioso flipped Chance onto his stomach with a growl, one large hand sharply smacking the lover's ass. Kneading the abused flesh roughly as he bent over to hiss threateningly.
"Little eager slut...." He continued teasing cruel circles around Chance's fluttering entrance before pushing back inside, this new angle hitting impossibly deep. Mafioso proceeded to pound into hot tightness gripping his cock like a vice. Chance moaned helplessly as Mafioso entered in him again. Mafioso rammed his erection in Chance stroking Chance's erection as they both came harder this time The room filled with harsh panting and the slick obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as Mafioso fucked Chance brutally but purposefully through their joint climax. Seed sprayed onto the tiny tattoo, quickly cooling as Mafioso finally stilled inside his trembling lover. Chance had a lazy satisficed smile
Chance had a lazy satisficed smile "you know, I think you were right...you can pay a different way Mafioso murmured to Chance then one of Mafioso's goons came in
"Boss when's our ne- OH GOD-"
"get out!" Mafioso said snapping his head towards him
"I uhh sir?"
"GET. OUT." The goon scurried away like a cockroach kicked to the sun, leaving Mafioso alone to bask in his lover's dazed afterglow. Descending onto Chance with a low growl he sealed supple lips over the lovers as if claiming every inch of space inside them. Hmm....careful pet...I may just take you up on that tantalizing offer.... purring darkly as he licked deft taste of residual seed from Chance's lips. you sat up already feeling sore
"so... what would this make us?" Mafioso smirked as he sat up slowly, still locked inside the thoroughly rung out love. His eyes gleamed with a feral hunger as he stood and lifted squirming Chance bodily. Grasping hips in large hands Mafioso carried lover into lavishly appointed private chambers. Founder members of a club I intend to indulge...regularly. He promised silkily carrying you, then tossing you onto plush king bed. Chance knew he wasn't going to walk for another month after this
moral of the story: never accidentally seduce your Debt Collector
-Chance
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