Mafiafellxreader Stories

The skeleton shakes his head slightly, a boney hand sliding across his skull. "Ah- well- that wasn't free Doll, 'course you'll have to pay me for that..." He trails off, his cocky smirk ever present on his face as he looks you up and down for a mere second, "...little favor." He pinches his pointer finger and thumb together before rubbing them together. _____________________________________ (Y/N) is a bartender that was kept secret from the after hours patrons at the bar she worked at for two years. Her boss not wanting her to associate with the people that would further pull her into a world that she was scratching the surface of just by working there. But after staying just a few minutes later then she was supposed to she stands face to face with a gold toothed smartass with a devilish smirk- his red eyes trained on her every move. ______________________________________ There is cussing but let's be honest- there's cussing everywhere. Also posted on AO3 as clubofsnakes where additional chapters later on will appear there and not here. I was inspired by- @MissHoll-E-Socks with their story "Can I take you to dinner?" NONE of the art is mine.

Working at a luxury hotel has its advantages- the pay, discounts, seeing celebrities. It's not all sunshine and rainbows, but you enjoy it! As someone who overanalyzes things and processes things different then most normal people, you find the mind numbness of the job very relaxing. Not too exciting, not too boring, just nice and simple. Unfortunately, you're really good at your job. And that causes you to accidentally overhear some intel- causing you to be kidnapped and sold at auction. What happens when a perfectly composed and professional monster loses his rational thinking in her presence? What happens when they come together to stop forces beyond their control- beyond their power? _________ Art doesn't belong to me.