#mobster sans

[skyhon]

Currently frothing to the mouth bc of an idea I had

1920s mobster au where Sans has a certain business he goes to for suits and one day he comes in when the owner is on holiday for an emergency alteration (see: bullet grazed his pant leg) and gets to deal with the seamstress instead. She doesn't like dealing with customers because she is terrible at customer service (aka kind of a bitch) and Sans is immediately like oh I wanna fuck with her so bad. But she is quick on the draw and he has the best time getting chewed out for his horrible abuse to his poor pants

The next time he’s over he asks for her specifically. She absolutely roasts his suit tastes and he leaves the place with a whole new order of different cut suits and a huge grin on his face.

After that he’s a lot less careful with his suits so he has an excuse to come by and bug her

[zu-is-here]

Rose

Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish

Mobster AU by help-im-a-gay-fish & jann-the-bean

Ccino by black-nyanko

Nightmare by jokublog

Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

[cjhern1109]

Ye

“The Most Dangerous Game” belongs to @the-writing-mobster ✒️

**EDIT: I FORGOT TO CREDIT 💀

[cocpcoco]

The Most Dangerous Game - @the-writing-mobster ✨

Frisk 😳!!!

I feel better now when i done 🥹✨

I hope everyone like it ✨

Enjoy ✨

[shorukarts]

Happy anniversary wdyw !!

What do you want belongs to the amazing writer and artist @the-writing-mobster

Hope you like it Mob✨❤️✨

Sorry for being late the app crashed 🥲

[the-writing-mobster]

Desperately need to design a Goth Frisk x Nu Metal Sans. I think this is necessary.... If only I wasn't stuck at work!

[gothic-marsy]

I did smthing....

I decided to make Mob!UF! Sans as a woman... (if he can't respect them, he'll become one instead) How do we feel about Mama Ruth guys >u<

[lt-rosso]

[Doodle] ~ The MOBSTER

Howdy everyone! It's been so long since I last drew because I’ve been kinda busy, but don't worry, I still keep drawing doodles for you guys.❤️‍🔥🤗. About the pic, I had to cover it with some smoke because the original had too much blood—---it was pretty scary @@

[fransfanatic]

The most dangerous game by:@the-writing-mobster

I love your art style mob 💕💕💕

I hope you like my fanart of your babys

[bobcronkphotography]

Al Capone’s Jail Cell, Alcatraz, #181

San Francisco, California

Bob Cronk

[mystery-fic-anon]

Poker Face

Summary: Sans kills some time in a casino playing BlackJack, then finds a better game to play. (Kustard Mafiafell AU for day 7 of Kustard month: games.)

Warnings: a bit of making out and implied sex, but nothing too spicy

Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45759070

Or below the cut:

Sans reached out and carefully tilted the edge of the card, barely moving it up enough to peek at the number and suit at the top of it. He carefully put the card down again, keeping a neutral expression. The dealer had finished giving everyone else their cards, and he carefully studied the expressions of everyone in front of him. Being a Judge came with perks sometimes, though it did make these games a bit more boring.

Admittedly, Sans didn’t usually play BlackJack. He preferred other card games where it was more difficult to count the cards, or there were more possible hands. The seat had been free tonight though, and Sans had at least an hour to kill.

At least he started off with one of the riskier hands; a King and a 7. Surely not enough to win unless the dealer busted, but high enough that taking on more cards would be a risk. When the dealer picked up the deck and looked at Sans, he glanced at the pile of chips sitting to his right, then at the small stack he had bet on this round.

Eh, it wasn’t much to lose. Plus, if he had guessed right, it would be pretty impressive.

“Hit.”

The dealer silently flipped up another card: the 3 of diamonds. Now that was a strong hand. He did the mental math, but the chance of getting an ace was too small, even if one wasn’t visible on the table. Better to hold back, and make the dealer sweat.

“Stand.”

The dealer nodded and turned to the next person, who had been pretty nervous about their hand. They took a hit and busted immediately, with two face cards and a 4. The next player had a king facing up, and didn’t take any cards. The third took two cards, and the fourth took one. Only the one who had stayed looked confident in their hand, though.

It was finally the dealer’s turn. The dealer only had a 3 showing, so he obviously took a hit. He turned up a 6. His face was pretty impassable, but Sans noted a minor twitch. He probably had eighteen or nineteen; if he had 20, he would be confident and ready to rake in the cash.

The dealer took a hit, and turned up a 5. Busted, just like he had planned. The player who had stayed also had 20, so he hadn’t single-handedly broken the dealer, but he had probably helped.

As Sans collected his chips, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. A familiar crackle of magic filled the air, but he just kept calmly gathering up his chips and stacking them. The person in the cage had seemed confused when he had asked for a full chip holder when he had only taken out two stacks of ten-dollar tokens, but it was almost totally full now.

A large, clawed hand rested on Sans’ shoulder, and a familiar gruff voice spoke. “Hey buddy, what’ve you got there?”

“Ah, nothing much. Just my chips,” Sans said, the corners of his mouth inevitably twitching up into a grin.”

“Why don’t we take those and go have a talk in the back?”

Everyone else sitting at the table watched the monster behind him with undisguised fear, and Sans felt him straighten his shoulders more. The guy really towered over him; even when Sans stood up, his shoulder barely reached the monster’s stomach. He gave the table one last wave, then took his winnings and carried them into the back. The hand stayed on his shoulder the whole time, but the large phalanges weren’t digging into him too roughly, so Sans left it alone.

He was marched through a side door, down a staff hallway, and finally, into a small office. He stumbled as he was pushed inside, nearly dropping his chips.

“Hey, what was that for?” He asked, turning to the taller monster, who was locking the door.

Red glared back at him, his eyelids glowing brightly in the dim fluorescent light. He had ditched his suit jacket somewhere, but the rest of his clothing was perfectly in place, highlighting just how big and tall he was. The black and red suit might be cliche, but Sans had to admit, it looked great. He glanced down at his own attire, then smiled at Red. In his defence, his black shirt with orange flames blended right in with the tourists, who were the majority of the casino’s customers.

“You know damn well what it’s for.” Red grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring down at Sans. “You know, if this keeps up, management is going to ban you. Then you’re going to have to wait for me at the bus stop.”

Sans doubted that Red would really make him wait outside for him, but he didn’t want to say that out loud. Red might be kind to him, but he was also one of the most stubborn monster Sans had ever met, and he would absolutely do it out of spite.

He lifted the chips and shook them playfully. “It’s not my fault your games aren’t rigged enough to make me lose. Get better dealers.”

Red sighed, rolling his eyelights. “You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

Sans snorted. “You don’t even have an ass.”

Instead of continuing their banter, Red grabbed him and picked him up by his ribcage. His fingers pressed firmly against Sans’ ribs, pushing his silky shirt into the crevices. “I guess I’m going to have to keep you out of trouble myself.”

The holder fell to the floor, and chips scattered everywhere with a beautiful plastic rattling noise. He barely had time to place his hands on top of Red’s before their teeth were pressed together. His eye sockets widened, but he didn’t struggle for too long. Even if this was sudden, he wouldn’t pass up the chance to make out with his bonefriend.

Everything about Red was bigger, including his tongue. It had been awkward at first, but now Sans’ soul only thrummed in excitement as he felt it push between his teeth into his mouth. Red was in a dominant mood tonight, barely letting him respond to the kiss as he squeezed Sans’ ribcage. Sans wrapped his legs around Red’s waist, trying his best to hold on tight. His shirt was pretty thin, and he shivered as those strong, rough phalanges dragged back and forth over his ribs, rubbing the sensitive line running down the front of them.

Finally, Red broke the kiss. He tried to lean in again, but Red just tilted his head up to stay out of the way.

“I think it’s time you learned your lesson.” Red said, shifting to hold him one-handed. His free hand went to Sans’ lower spine, teasingly tracing over the sensitive vertebrae with a claw that was far too gentle.

“Here?” Sans asked, not necessarily unwilling, just surprised.

For all his vices, Red usually insisted on keeping this particular pleasure separate from his business. Though Sans knew not all of the back rooms in this place had cameras, Red had insisted that he needed to stay focused and alert at work. No problemo, that was why he had started visiting the tables in the first place, so he could distract himself while waiting for his bonefriend to finish cracking skulls, or whatever he did to manage security for all their shady dealings.

Red just chuckled, Sans felt the familiar pull of a shortcut. It seemed like their dinner plans had changed, and he didn’t mind one bit. He knew this game better than blackjack, and no matter what position he was in, he would always win.

[lushslug]

mobster choukei

[undertale-writing-times]

for the mafiaswap bros:

reader is also a mobster! how would the boys react to meeting them for the first time?

Mobsters! :D

Books: He doesn’t really mind at all! He just has a few questions, if you’re part of their group, then what do you bring into it? His father would not allow random people in that don’t add anything to the family but if you’re on a opposite family, then he might not be the most welcoming. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust people, more just... it’s something he has to do? It all really depends on who you are and what you are to him.

Crank: Haha... cool. He really doesn’t care. Well... if he’s not high, then he’ll be a little mean at first, more just brush you off and tell you to get back to work if you’re working under him or something and most of them are since he’s the second head of the family. If he’s had his smokes, he’s a lot nicer and would ramble and talk with you. It also really depends on if you’re part of their team or against them.

[arerona]

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[blankfreak-mainz]

👁️👁️ an RP thing with one of meh peeps. Forgot sig but art style is easy same nugh yeah?

[5-pp-man]

Yang; if I saw Robby nobody would be able to stop me

Allo & Gras; From what, boss..?

Yang; nobody would be able to stop me