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sox-the-skeleton · 8 months
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Mafiafell sans loves ya ❤️❤️❤️
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skeleboiii84 · 5 months
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Yer just...Beautiful ❤
a Mafiafell Sans X female reader
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It was a dark stormy night..you were working at your desk quietly with your headphones in as the storm raged and thundered outside. You glanced to the window once or twice with a soft sigh gently escaping your lips.
I hope he's ok..; you thought as a shock of bright blue lightning fell from the sky lighting up the room momentarily making you jump a little. You'd been thinking about butch all day mostly, you just didn't want him out in that weather. You were worried yet you somehow got a feeling he'd be just fine.
You sighed once more to yourself as you let the music fill your head. You had a lot on your mind..you couldn't help but think of so many different things at once. The past few years had been rough, work wise was just stressing you out..as well as fake friends and fake past love. Everything was getting under your skin, you were just glad that Butch was there to hold you through your tears. And boy did you miss him right now.
As you lost yourself in your thoughts you felt a firm yet gentle hand on your shoulders. Was it? Who were you kidding you knew who it was and you immediately felt a warm smile spread across your face.
"Heya babydoll~ whatcha doin?" You chuckled as you took out your headphones and turned to face him. You were stared back at, as his red eye light created a soft red glow against your work desk. "Nothing..i was just thinking about you though"
He smiled, clearly happy with that response as you felt his thumb rub soothing circles on your back that gave you the good goosebumps. "Heh, glad to hear i—" he was cut off by a loud bang of thunder that made you squeal.
"Eyyyy..woah woahhh babyyyy, babyyy slow down aight? Take it easyyy C'mere.." He chuckled as he sat up on the bed with a smile welcoming you to his embrace. "Mm..ok.." You mumbled and climbed into his lap and hugged him closely, as his big strong arms around you making you feel safe.
You heard a gentle chuckle and looked up at him, "what?.." You mumbled. "Nothin..yer just...Beautiful" he whispered thumbing your cheek softly. You hummed and let him do so.
"I love you.." You whispered, he hummed and kissed your temple only saying "sleep.." In a low gruff tone. His hands wandered up your jumper and scratched your back and kissed you cheek, humming in a tone that slowly lulled you to sleep.
And with that you both fell asleep, forgetting about the storm and the only thing that mattered to you both was that you were alone...together..in each other's arms. Cuddling sweetly and warmed laying against each other and damn there was no place you'd rather be..
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Hellloooooo my darlings~ sorry I've been away so long TVT I've been so busy recently and haven't had much time also we hit ✨400✨ Followers!! Thank you all so so much 😭😭 it feels like only yesterday I just hit 100 you are all so kind and lovely❤
Well Enjoy some Mafiafell food for dinner~✨ see you soon darlings!
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ant1quarian · 2 months
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Mafia boys getting a wife after crashing a rival mafia boss supposed wedding, now they are rewarded with Reader who has a elegant personality she was basically forced into the marriage and all
Mafiatale/Mobtale = Colt
Mafiafell = Hit
Mafiadust = Soot
Colt is kind of partially concerned. He didn't exactly sign up for taking care of someone but fuck, okay. He'll try. He's probably super awkward at the start until he eventually gets more cozy and just chills out. He's a pretty charming guy so he'll try to do all he can to help you out.
Hit is definitely,,, trying his best. He covers up his awkwardness under hundreds of layers of charm, but he's undoubtedly struggling with all of this. Eventually he'll get comfy enough around you to chill out with the level of charming-ness and he'll just be like he usually is.
Soot probably looks at you for a second as he blows your to-be-husband's head off with his magic. He then proceeds to silently stare at you before yoinking you and dropping you off somewhere on the streets. You'd have to follow him and protest for him to actually take you in and let you hang around. He usually isn't a fan of social interaction, but after a long time, when you're not there something feels inherently off.
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twentydaysofdrabbles · 8 months
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Index
(Last updated: 2 October 2023)
The Concierge has gotten beefy enough that it's getting hard to scroll down and see older chapters, and so this Index is born.
(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10)
(11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20)
(21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30)
(31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (40)
(41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49A) (49B) (50A) (50B) (50C) (50D) (50E)
(51) (52) (53) (54A) (54B)
Headcanons:
Concierge/Sans/Papyrus
Manager/Toriel/Asgore/Frisk
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romantic headcanons with mafia fell sans I love that man sm
⊹˚₊⊹˚ʚ☕️੭ Order up!
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i love a man that can kill me /srs also im giving him the name momo because :3
⊹˚₊⊹˚ʚ☕️੭ Romantic Mafiafell Sans headcanons
🥀Gods help this man he is Down Bad. 🥀You're the only person that he's ever sweet as sugar to. You're his pretty little flower, the calm to his hurricane. 🥀Gods help anyone that tries to hurt you to get to him. 🥀He's busting down the door and tearing them to shreds within seconds. 🥀However, immediately after he's right up next to you, checking you for any injuries and grumbling profusely about how he's going to tear everyone in the vicinity to shreds for even thinking about lying a hand on you. 🥀If they actually ended up hurting you? 🥀The whole mob is gonna be dead. 🥀He won't stop until he found the bozo who decided it would be a good idea to hurt you. 🥀A normal day for you two involves Momo hugging you like a giant bear, snoring loudly and fast asleep. 🥀If you want out of his arms you're gonna have to wake him up, and even then there isn't a guarantee that you're going to be let go. 🥀Momo can't cook. At all. He burns everything. He's not allowed in the kitchen. 🥀Assuming his brother lives with you two, he's going to be the one doing all the cooking. Don't even try to go into the kitchen and make something. Please. Paps is gonna bitch if you do. 🥀Most of the day Momo is out and about, doing... whatever he does. You don't really wanna know. 🥀When he gets home, he just wants to hold you in his arms again until he falls asleep. 🥀Expect to be by his side the entire time. 🥀If he's going to meet someone, he takes you with him, putting you on display as if to say 'look how pretty my partner is! look at them!' :3c 🥀He just wants to show you off to everyone hehe
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centipedelightning · 1 year
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Hello, one was hoping to request separate headcanon sets for Tommy and Python who are in QPRs with a gn reader who has Somniphobia + Nyctophobia! If not, one understands!
One thanks thou for taking the time to read this!
do you use like?? old english pronouns? Bc if so that is so incredibly cool.
Mafiafell Sans & Papyrus x gn!Reader w/ Somniphobia and Nyctophobia || queer platonic || comfort
no cw/tws || not proof read sorry :/
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Tommy
He gets the nyctophobia thing. Being a mob boss doesn’t really lend itself to restful sleep.
Hate to tell you that both humans and monsters need to sleep at some point though, so Tommy makes it his mission to get you to bed as easily as possible.
If your relationship is the type where you sleep in his bed with him, be that every night or just some, he makes sure to keep his room as comfortable for you as possible.
You got nice lamps giving off a very low ambient light. You got a bed overflowing with nice, soft blankets and pillows perfect for you neck.
He only does this for you btw, that man could sleep on a cement floor like it’s the queen’s bed.
Hell, he tries very hard to be home more often to help you get to sleep. If your somniphobia stems from a sense of safety (or lack thereof) there’s nothing safer than one of the scariest boss monsters and mob bosses around.
He’s willing to do damn near anything you ask if it’ll help you sleep. Massages, stories, he will even sing for you if he knows it’ll help. He’s not great at singing for the record. Fine, good even, but not great.
Hint: ask him to hum instead <3
On nights where you just can’t sleep no matter how hard you both try, he’s prepared to stay up with you to keep you company.
If you live with him, he installs nightlights and ambient lights in every room so you can walk around at night. If you don’t live together, he does the same thing. He just gets more obnoxious about checking them because he’s not over every moment of every day to make sure none of the bulbs blew.
Python
You want a man you can bond over having a sleeping fear with? You got him right here. Python is a Don. Can you imagine how bad his anxiety must be?
At first, your mutual sleeping fears will blend into a cesspool of anxiety and paranoia. It. Sucks. After you two have a heart to heart about how the other looks like garbage and has been barely functioning, y’all will come up with solutions.
Python has massive safety/security fears that makes it hard to sleep. You two come up the idea to install a state of the art security system that’ll alert Python the second there’s trouble. You explain your specific issues and you both come up with the most perfect, foolproof solution.
Naturally anxiety and phobias are by definition irrational, so this isn’t a perfect fix. That’s what you have each other for! Python makes some delicious teas, so on nights where one, the other, or both can’t sleep, he’ll get up and make some.
He’s definitely more of a wait until the fear passes enough to sleep kind of guy, but if you express that you aren’t and want to get to sleep, he does his best to help. In a similar, if not more stilted manner, Python does some similar stuff to Tommy. He’s willing to talk and tell stories. If you need him to just drone on so you can sleep, he will. You will hear about budgets, and territories, and resource allocations. It’s some of the most boring stuff in the world, but whatever helps right?
Nyctophobia he gets in theory.
Like, yes he understands that you have a fear of the dark and he even gets that there’s a lot of things that could stem from. But honestly? He’s so used to working at night and he’s able to handle himself that it’s never been a real concern for him.
He obviously is willing to help though. He offers to buy a nightlight or dim lamp to keep in your room. If you two sleep in the same bed ever, he’s gonna grumble about it.
Python is the kind of guy that needs absolute darkness to sleep. He gets you a nightlight no matter what, but he will also treat himself to a Very Fancy sleep mask.
He will never tell you that he’s been practicing acclimating himself to sleeping with more light because he wants to make sure you are as comfortable as possible. No way.
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ivyprism · 4 months
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"It wasn't hard to realize... Love's the death of peace of mind."
Roscoe softly as he brushes his thumb across your lip. @hearty-dose-of-ranch @didderd
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didderd · 10 months
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if i may
make an unwarranted recommendation
of a fic i just read
bc i feel like it
There's a snake in my bed! by Little_old_lady on ao3
's very good. mafiafell sans x reader. 4 chapters
if u like easily flustered fells, u'll love it :>
(@sans-guy i know at least u love easily flustered fells 👀)
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little-sw33tie · 9 months
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ME? UPDATING MY FIC? MIRACLES DO EXIST!
Only people with ao3 accounts can access and read, sorry!
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bigoltrashpile · 6 months
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What if their s/o just yelled "Come here, pretty boy!!" before grabbing the sides of their face and covering them with kisses
THAT'S SO CUTE FUCK YEAH!!!
Mafiatale Sans: You've never seen Sans so blue! He's going to be stupidly flustered, both from the kisses and the nickname. He'll try his best to play it off, make a stupid pun, but you can very clearly see the effect you had on him. He's going to be blue for several minutes.
Mafiatale Papyrus: This is a dream come true!!! He's wanted to wake up to a shower of kisses, but this is better than he ever could have expected!!! Getting countless kisses from his loved one, and getting called pretty??? You can guarantee that he's going to repay the favor once you're done!
Mafiaswap Sans (Lucky): He's heard a lot of flattery in his life, but pretty boy is new! The only thing more unexpected than that is you immediately covering his entire face in kisses. He'll laugh and blush until you're done. You should be honored, it takes a lot to fluster him! Don't worry though, he'll make sure you're equally flustered later~
Mafiaswap Papyrus (Slim): Poor Slim is practically going to shut down. He has no idea what's going on, why are you kissing him so much? Because you love him?? What is this madness??? He's not going to recover for at least an hour, but the good news is that now you know a foolproof way to see his adorable blush!
Mafiafell Sans (Butch): Like Lucky, he's been called a lot of names, but never this one. He...kind of likes it! Or that could just be the countless kisses. Either way, he's going to melt, loving all the attention. As soon as you're done though, he's going to go crazy trying to make you feel just as good~
Mafiafell Papyrus (Noir): Pretty? Him??? Wrong, he is great and terrible and very handsome! Wait, he didn't say to stop! He's going to relish in every single kiss you give him, he never thought he would ever have a partner as wonderful and sweet as you!
Mafiaswapfell Sans (Scar): He'll freeze for a moment. For a second, he thought you were attacking him. Which, you kind of are. Attacking him with love! As soon as he realizes what's happening, he's going to melt into your arms, but refuses to admit how much he loves your treatment. How did he ever manage to find someone as perfect as you?
Mafiaswapfell Papyrus (Hound): Pretty boy? He's your pretty boy?? Fuck yeah!!! He'll laugh a bit and happily accept the kisses, but I hope you're not wanting to go anywhere anytime soon. If you treat him so nicely, he's going to want to hold you for at least an hour. Get comfortable, angel!
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darkpetal16 · 1 year
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IF - Underverse Masterpost
IF - Underfell - link to game
COMPLETED: Play as a customizable "Frisk" through a kingdom of hostile monsters.
IF - Underswap - link to game
Play as a customizable Chara who has fallen into a hidden monster kingdom under Lake Ebott.
IF - Mafiafell - link to game
Play as a customizable "Frisk" through a mafia-run Ebott City in search of your missing brother.
IF - Dusttale - link to game
COMPLETED: Can you give this story a happy ending?
IF - Slumbertale - link to game
Six human SOULs are trapped in the Realm of Dreams. Your ruler has ordered you to rescue them.
IF - Siren Call - link to game
COMPLETED: Play as a CUSTOMIZABLE scientist who catches the deranged attention of a siren while visiting an Arctic research base.
IF - Horrortale - link to game
Play as a customizable MC who has fallen into a kingdom of starved and half-mad monsters.
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Discord link: https://discord.gg/sXZ3SMh9MM
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bubbleteasing · 3 months
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“you’re pretty fer a nun…”
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skeleboiii84 · 2 years
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Can you do more mafiafell sans/mafiatale sans x reader If you can.I love it :)
Yessssss you may I've secretly been waiting for asks of more of these precious mafia husbones! ❤💙
Enjoy Darling! <3
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Please just five more minutes 🥺💙❤
(A mafiafell sans/butch x mafiatale sans x reader) fluff
"Good morning bubs" you tiredly rubbed your eye to see both your husbands cuddling up to you in your huge bed. "Nmmh, mornin' princess" sans yawned before pulling you closer. You felt his boney hand slip up your shirt just a tiny bit and resting his skull in the crook of your neck.
Sans yawned before kissing your cheek lovingly, you shifted to press to his teeth. You two were then rudely interrupted by the sound of butch snoring, you and sans tried too hard not to laugh at him you just lay there uncontrollably snickering to yourselves.
" *yawnnn* hnnmh.. The hell are you two doin up so damn early for", uh oh it seems your snickering accidentally woke him up (even though it was like 12:30AM but anyway-). Sans chuckled "sorry hun didn't mean ta wake ya", you snuggled up to butch's chest and gave him a good morning kiss too.
He happily co-operated by placing a firm hand right on your ass. "Nmm we- shuld Prabhubly- mm get reahdy far nmm wark", butch struggled to speak through the kiss. Sans was getting up outta bed when you pulled him back under the sheets with you and butch.
"Wha- oof! Ah, come on sweetheart I gotta get ready for work", sans said with a smirk and a sigh. "So? " you said, "So we gotta damn job ta do princess" butch let out a low chuckle before putting a hand over his face.
"Hmph, fine go leave me here all alone", you huffed and puffed your cheeks out at them. " daww come on babe don't be like that", sans snuggled up to you, "you know we'd stay here all day long if we had the choice", you looked at him " ya can say that again " butch scoffed.
You grabbed both their arms before giving them the biggest and saddest puppy eyes you could the look you gave them to really shatter their souls about leaving you all alone. "Hey don't look at us like that! " they said and you could hear the heartbreak in their voices.
You tried to force One single tear out before saying "pleeeaaseeee just five more minutes pretty please", after about a minute of you saying the same thing and them saying no, they gave in.
You had a celebrity party in your head as they both snuggled up to you once more. When you three woke up again though- oh dear they were LATE asf.
With multiple fucks, shits, missed calls from papyrus, blaming you for your cheek while you felt extremely proud of yourself , let's just say they were in a lot of trouble.
But don't worry they'll get they're revenge no matter how many cuddles it takes.
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Here you go sweetie enjoy da fluffy mafia husbones!
I'm glad you like the poly husbones because I can't express how much joy it brings me to write them! 🤣❤💙
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ant1quarian · 3 months
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I CANNOT CHOOSE
WHICH FIC SHOULD I WRITE SEND HELP
I dunno how many people will interact with this but like. Y'know :]
Also if you don't know what Avians are, you can find out here:
As for what Sanses I will use... that depends entirely on the fic.
Moth Sanses could either be Dust, Killer and Farmer- or Horror, Red, and Classic.
Avian Sanses are Red, Horror and Classic- also possibly Cross and Musket (Mafiafell Sans)
And Avian Reader would be: Ccino, Fresh and Nightmare or Reaper (Which would require another poll)
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twentydaysofdrabbles · 10 months
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The Concierge (Part One)
There is pride in efficiency. In serving to the best of one’s ability. In pledging loyalty without question. Undying obedience. 
You once knew different.
You prefer it now.
“Welcome to the Continental, how can I help you?” Your smile is practiced, polite and professional. Not an ounce more of sweetness or coldness. 
“I’d like a room, please,” the man before you rumbles quietly, his hat tipped gently to cast a shadow over his ivory face. He does not provide a coin, nor a card.
Your frown is gentle, just the barest downturn of your lips. “I’m afraid we require payment, sir.” You raise a gloved hand to indicate the list of payment options, all legal tender of course. “In the alternative, I can direct you to another hotel should you give me your preferences.”
Red pilot lights flash in the dark recesses of his eyes, or where his eyes should be, and the eternal grin upon his face only widens insincerely. His elbow comes up to lean against the counter, his jacket lifting to show the gun hidden in his shoulder holster. Ah, intimidation. “I said...I’d like a room. Please.”
The man’s politeness becomes sharp. Pointed.
You remain unmoved, the professional blankness of your expression falling into neutrality. “I am unable to provide you a room at no cost, sir. Please provide payment, or leave.” White gloved hands come up to fold elegantly over your belly, the thick fabric of your suit giving into the light pressure. 
A flash of uncertainty blips over the man’s face. He is surprised - the sight of his firearm did not make you falter. It should not. You have seen worse. Done worse.
At last, the man folds, producing a platinum card from his inner pocket. It flickers between his fingers in a display of dexterity as he extends it to you, pinched between pointer and middle finger. Or rather, the bared bones of his phalanges. A faint red glow lingers in the spaces where joints would be, casting an eerie light upon your flawless black marble counter. 
You take it with one hand, the other coming up to cup under your hand in a practiced motion. “Thank you, sir,” you intone levelly with a polite smile. “How many persons?”
“Just me.” The man looks disinterested now, leaning on his elbow, his body turning to allow him to observe the rest of the quiet lobby with its lingering bodies and bustling staff. 
“And how many nights?” You tap away at your screen.
“Two.”
Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap.
“And your name, sir?”
Red lights flash to you. Lock upon your impassive face. He seems to expect you to recognise him by face alone; you do not.
There is a flash of red between his serrated teeth, like headlights flashing past a cracked window. “Sans,” he provides eventually in that impossibly deep baritone. “Sans the Skeleton.”
Beep.
A black card with its assigned room number engraved in gold upon it flicks between your fingers like a summoned card, and you extend both it and the man’s credit card. 
“Thank you, Mister Sans,” you bow politely as he takes them, your eyes falling to the lapel of his coat. “Please, have a pleasant stay.”
Sans seems to consider something as he tucks both cards away, his phalanges drumming on your counter. It is only when you rise and lock eyes with him again that he pauses in his thoughts, his eternal grin sharpening as though he only just realised something. 
“You know what?” he purrs, leaning in just a touch, his eyes glowing in the shadow of his hat. “I think I will.”
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sonmorino · 5 months
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quick comics of my oc and my cuties💕💕💕
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