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[Ode to the Bouncer: A mafia AU where the reader is a songstress]
There was only one rule in Underground City: never touch what belonged to the Skeleton Mafia, lead by Gaster and his two right hand men, Sans and Papyrus. Those who dared to test the boundaries of that rule were quickly, and rather harshly put in their place to set an example to others. Thus, no one would have ever suspected that one of Gaster's most trusted bouncers at the mafia run bar would boldly overstep such boundaries.
In the darkest corners of the mafia's bar, two sets of heated pants filled it. The pounding music coming from the dance floor easily overpowered such hushed voices to anyone passing by, but whom they originated from were too gone to consider such things. The small and dark dressing room was gently lip up by an orange glow of a fire emanating from a well-built fire monster, whose flames whipped and shone brighter with every passing second.
"G-Grillby..." you whispered as his fingers hurriedly pushed up the edge of your scarlet evening dress. Your hands tightly gripped his black suit as soft gasps left your red lips, but when his fiery fingers began wandering dangerously close to your nether areas, your grip becomes tighter. "...N-No, we can't. If Gaster finds out...!"
Grillby paused at those words. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck with a small grunt, giving you some relief in that he must be rethinking his actions.
You were the songstress of this bar. The personal pet of Gaster's that no one was allowed near. That is... all except for your own personal bodyguards. It has been weeks since Grillby was promoted from bouncer to the newest addition to Gaster's bodyguards. You had noticed the glances cast your way when Grillby would accompany you night to night to the stage, which wasn't anything new considering your popularity in the city.
He was just another monster bodyguard, nothing more or less than that.
Or so you had thought, until one evening as you were being escorted back, Grillby had taken your hand and trapped you between himself and the wall of a dark corner. The heated look in his eyes wasn't fueled by lust. Something more pure, more passionate had burned in them, which took your breath at way. There had been no words, just eye to eye conversation.
Yes, you were Gaster's pet, though that did not mean that you were his lover. You were nothing more than a trophy that he kept just to keep you on a pedestal to show off. That was why someone taking a dangerous risk to get close to you like the way Grillby did sparked a fire in your heart. It was a fire you didn't know you had, and it drew you in like a moth to a flame. Since then, the two of you played a precarious game behind the mafia's boss. A touch sneaked here, a quick kiss snatched there.
After that fleeting thought of how this had been going on too long for comfort, you felt Grillby remove his hands from your thighs. A small sigh of relief with a hint of disappointment in is exhaled, though in the next moment, the same warm hands cupped your cheeks and you feel your mind melt at the sensual kiss.
"...My loyalties do not lie with Gaster," the fire monster towering over you whispered, his lips still brushing against yours. "My heart and soul has been yours since I've laid eyes on you. If you were to wish it, I will risk my life to take you away from here."
This wasn't the first time that the former bouncer made this offer to you. Each time he brought it up though, the more tantalizing the offer became... and you no longer could refuse it.
Gloved hands quickly took the fiery ones as you breathlessly whispered, "Yes, Grillby, yes... Please—I beg of you—please break me free from this prison...!" Even though Grillby himself lacked the facial structure to form expressions, you just knew in your heart that he had smiled.
"As you wish, my love," was the last response you recalled from that night.
Within the next hour, Gaster's best henchmen were nothing but corpses and the once glamorous bar laid waste in a fiery blaze. By the time Sans and Papyrus had gotten to the scene, the songstress and her bodyguard was long gone from the scene to never be heard from again.