#UF!Sans is a sweetheart in an asshole package

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Captive Love   15

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: And we pick up that night... oooo, Sans gets naughty....

A/N: Hey, just sayin'... If anyone wanted to, I don't know... draw something inspired by any of my stories... it would be timely, since it's my birthday today... It's cool if not! I'm just sayin'... IF.

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That night....

(Y/n) climbed into the bed, reflecting on the day. 

Strange how much a few hours could change your perspective; she’d started the day thinking that Sans was an asshole trying to keep her kidnapped, but now, she felt more like he was trying to keep her safe from the monsters that would do her harm. 

The door closed as Sans came back in from his nightly routine, silently climbing in the bed behind her. 

He’d been quiet since they’d gotten back from town. He hadn’t even fought with Papyrus, which (Y/n) could tell had made the taller skeleton worried. 

Sans tested the waters, slowly getting closer to her, wrapping his arms around her when she didn’t protest. 

He nuzzled into her neck, seeming to take comfort in holding her against him. 

She didn’t know what had gotten him down, but she was pretty damn sure that it had to do with what had happened on their adventure out to town. 

"'m sorry." It came out as a breath, almost inaudible. 

"F-r wh-t?" (Y/n) asked after a moment. [for what?]

"fer… fer this," he murmured into her hair, one finger touching the collar around her throat. "... i-... useta be mine," he admitted softly. 

Confusion filled (Y/n) at the admission. He'd worn a collar? 

The question was obvious on her face. Why? 

"w-was fer… controllin' me… but i don't want it ta keep control a ya; don't want it ta do anythin' but keep ya safe… jus' wanna keep ya safe, sweetheart…" He murmured. 

(Y/n) fought his hold, managing to turn around to face him, moved by the pure emotion in his voice. 

Her hand reached up to his cheek bone, her thumb brushing over the bone. 

Sans' hand went up to cup her jaw, his thumb tracing her bottom lip and pausing for a moment before his hand slid up to tangle in her hair. 

He leaned forward, his teeth meeting her lips, the points pressing against her lips as he parted them, his tongue slowly reaching out to meet hers and deepening the kiss. 

It was different from any kiss they'd shared so far; slow, soft, the heat building over time instead of hitting all at once, full force. 

Sans rolled so he was over her, his body pressing against hers. 

A soft sound left (Y/n), and her hands reached out, one sliding down his clavicle, her nails scratching along it before reaching his shirt and clenching around it to pull him closer. 

A deep groan pushed its way from Sans at the feeling of her nails scratching him, his hips grinding into her. 

The hand not holding her to his mouth moved down her body, wrapping around the back of her thigh and giving a squeeze before tugging to wrap it around him, her other leg following the motion on its own, opening her soft center to him. 

His tongue and teeth moved down her jaw as he pressed his pelvis against her, a warm bulge grinding into her, pulling a whimper from her throat. 

She was heating up under him, her hands tugging at his shirt in an attempt to get him closer as she arched up, a soft moan leaving her at the friction. 

The hand in her hair detangled itself, sliding down to gather one breast for his mouth to give attention to, his tongue licking slowly over the stiff nipple through the fabric of her shirt, teeth nipping gently as he pulled her thigh tighter around him and ground his bulge against her wettening heat, giving a little friction to her clit. 

Oh god this feels good, (Y/n) thought as she panted for breath. How long has it been since I've felt this good?

At least since before her last boyfriend, so quite a while… 

God, whatever that bulge he's got is, it feels good, she thought as her body arched up to him and another needy noise left her. 

Sans' mouth returned to hers, his tongue tasting and dancing with hers again as he rocked his pelvis against her and groped at her breast, his phalanges pinching and tugging her nipple. 

(Y/n)'s hands moved down his body and pushed up under his shirt, her soft hands sliding over the bare bones of his ribs and the rubbing magic between them, feeling the vibration of the growl that left him at the feeling. 

She dragged her nails over him, whimpering and feeling the need flooding her at his reactions. 

Her hips arched unconsciously to rub her need swollen center against his stiff bulge. 

oh fuck- Sans gasped for air as he felt his sweetheart's hot, soaking pussy rubbing against his cock. sh'feels s'good- oh fuck- oh fuuuck, she feels so gooood!

"ya feel s'fuckun good, sweetheart," he growled, still grinding against her. He could feel the wet softness trying to wrap around him, leaving a wet spot on his shorts that his precum was starting to mix with. 

Fuck- she was so soft, so hot, so wet- she felt so good- the sweet, needy little noises she was making sounded so good- he could feel himself actually starting to get close. 

Shit! He wanted this to last, and if he was going to have any hope, he was going to have to pull back- but his body did not like that idea. 

He was having trouble convincing his body to pull away, until her hands tried to lift his shirt to take it off. 

He was snapped back to reality, pulling away and gripping the hem of his shirt, holding it down. 

She'd be horrified if she saw the state of his body, all the cracks, calcified scars, and ugly marks marring his bones… Then she'd probably never be able to get over it, and he'd never get this close to her again… 

That sobered him up a bit. 

"uuuh- s-sorry, sweetheart… i- um… w-we should stop…" Her confused gaze followed him as he moved back to his previous spot where he'd be behind her. "d-didn't mean ta start that outta nowhere," he mumbled, keeping his eyes away from her. 

Was he not interested? Maybe because she was a human or something?

There was NO way that was the case! Not with how much he'd kissed her up until this point! Not with how stiff he was… 

Was he nervous? 

That didn't seem like it should be it; he'd been driving her crazy a moment ago! Confident, knowing what he wanted, definitely seemed to know what he was doing… 

But he did have a bit of a glow around his cheeks, which she'd come to recognize as the skeleton version of a blush. 

Was he embarrassed? 

This was a lot closer than they'd ever gotten to the full monty before, except maybe when he'd had her pressed to the wall in nothing but his coat… 

Maybe that was it? 

Maybe he was embarrassed for being the one monster attracted to a "disgusting, freaky human". 

Uncertainty filled her, twisting in her heart a little, feeling like rejection. 

Sans was holding her against his chest again, his body against her back. 

She hadn’t wanted to stop. She’d wanted to keep going, just like she had before, except even more this time. Her thighs pressed together and she could feel the way her panties were sticking between her lips, the liquid need soaking the fabric. 

Sans felt (Y/n)’s hips shifting as her thighs pressed together. 

shit… 

He’d had to stop so suddenly that she was probably still all worked up; he sure fucking was… 

The smell of her hair in his nasal cavity called to him, the smell of her desire a sweet siren’s song. 

“i- can help ya wit that- i-if ya want, sweetheart,” he murmured against the back of her neck with his still need gruffened voice, sending another shiver down her spine. His hips pressed to her, his still present bulge against her ass. 

S-should I?

(Y/n) bit her lip. Did she want him to help her with this situation? How did he mean? 

Her train of thought was derailed as his tongue trailed up her throat and one hand slid down to her hip, pulling her against his pelvis as he ground against her ass a little. 

She moaned and her hips rocked back into him. 

“should i take that ‘s a ‘yes’?” He teased, his hand trailing down and lightly tracing shapes over her swollen mound. 

A gasp escaped her at the feeling, and he let out a low growl in response. 

“should i take that as a yes,” he growled as his fingers slid between her thighs, giving gentle pressure as they traced the crease where her panties were sticking to her. 

“fuck…” He breathed, nuzzling against her neck. “all ya gotta do‘s tell me, sweetheart. ‘ll make sure ya have a good time…” 

(Y/n) whimpered as he nipped her while her hips squirmed as they tried to get friction from his hand to the right spot. 

After another moment, she nodded her head and Sans looked up. “that a yes, doll?” Her hips bucked up against where his fingers were slowly rubbing along her crease, and she gave a near frantic nod in reply. 

Sans ran his tongue over his teeth and nipped her throat again, his fingers leaving her pussy to slide down her thigh, rolling her over to her back and now straddling that thigh. 

His mouth found hers, the sharp points of his teeth pressing against her lips again as his tongue met hers. His thick femur pressed against her pussy, making her whine needily, while his hand moved back to her breast and groped it, teasing her nipple. 

Sans was going slower now, feeling like now that she’d said yes, they had more time and didn’t have to rush. 

His hand smoothed down her body, gripping tightly to spots he liked as he made his way to the band of her bottoms, tugging them down around her thighs far enough that he could get his hand inside to touch her, separated only by her soaked panties. 

“fuck… y’re so fuckin’ wet,” he groaned against her ear. 

(Y/n) felt the shiver move through her belly to her core and nodded to him, eyes closed in embarrassment, breath coming out in pants. 

Sans rubbed two phalanges over her, pressing the cloth of her panties against her, feeling the dip where it was stuck to the insides of her lips, and muffled a rough groan with her shoulder. 

He pulled his hand away, trailing the tips of his fingers over her thigh, slowly bringing her attention to focus on the sensitive skin he was teasing, taking his time drawing designs over one before dragging his fingers over her very obviously dripping pussy to repeat the teasing on the other thigh. 

Over her inner thigh, down to the back of her knee, up to brush under the edge of her panties, running down to draw circles on the sensitive area, giving a grope while he was there. He barely touched her as he ran his fingers up and down her slit before returning to the first thigh, continuing his teasing, all the while filling her ear with the dirtiest words. 

“bet that sweet pussy’a yers could drown a man… but whatta way ta go. 

“y’re so soft, sweetheart. makes me wanna bury my head down there an’ use yer thighs as pillows all night…” 

His fingers ran over her soaking wet panties again, giving a couple of strokes before continuing the trail up, taking his fingers up her belly, dragging her shirt with them and feeling the shiver at the fabric drifting up her body to her breast. He ducked his head down, letting his tongue drag over her soft skin next, following the shiver that came with her gasp, reaching her ribs and nipping as his hand moved over breasts and groped them, massaging her nipples through the fabric as whines left her. 

“shit- those noises y’re makin’ are makin’ my cock ache fer ya, sweetheart,” he told her, his hips moving to nudge the rigid length in question against her thigh. 

(Y/n) moaned and felt his groan against her nipple in reply. 

The way his sharp teeth were so gently pinching and tugging her nipple between them, his tongue swirling around it and leaving the fabric covering it wet and making the way his breath blew over it add a layer of sensation was making her hips arch. The way he squeezed her other breast, fingers rolling and rubbing the nipple between them, drawing sensation all the way through the very tip was making the arching of her hips seem like they were begging for his attention lower. Soft, needy whines left her, the damp fabric that gave just a hint of pressure to her swollen pussy making her a bit desperate. 

Sans’ hand slowly trailed down her belly from her breast, his mouth still giving attention to the other, making her body rise to it in a wave as it slid down her. 

When his hand reached her soaked core, he softly ran over it, up and down, giving a gentle squeeze at the top that made her squirm and let out a strangled noise. 

His tongue made a trail up her throat as he looked up to her face, seeing her face contort in embarrassment every time a noise left her, her eyes still clenched tightly shut. A growl rumbled in his chest as he nipped under her jaw. “ah, damn, sweetheart- ya look so damn pretty right now,” he murmured. “such pretty expressions while i’m playin’ wit yer pussy…” 

His fingers rubbed over her, up and down, side to side, making circles as he found what worked best. 

Her hips started arching with his hand, chasing his fingers, and he knew that she was starting to get a little desperate from the tiny noises that escaped her, needy little squeaks and whines that made his cock throb and his hips try to buck against her soft thigh. 

He held back a growl and gave a tap to the soaked, swollen flesh under his hand, but the way she clutched at him and whimpered in reaction pulled it from him anyway. 

His fingers wrapped around the strip of fabric stuck her, tugging it away and sliding the backs of his phalanges against her dripping core, pulling her panties down to where her bottoms rested on her thighs so he could have unfettered access to her. 

“ya gonna make more pretty lil noises fer me, sweetheart?” He asked as he teased his fingers over her. 

She squeaked and nodded as her intense expression deepened. 

“good girl,” he rumbled against her ear, dipping a finger between her folds, immediately rewarded with a needy gasp. 

Sans let his finger move over her, down to her opening and teasing it, then up to her where her clit was begging for attention from its spot among her swollen folds as he learned her anatomy.

He'd never been with a human before, but he hadn't been a virgin for quite a long while, and he had delved into human porn, wondering what the attraction of their soft, squishy bodies was, and… he'd even found a section of it that was dedicated to monster/human videos, even though there were only a few, so he had more of an idea of what he was doing than he would have fresh to the surface, luckily. 

Sans let the heel of his palm press against where her clit was nestled, letting his fingers circle and rub over her tight hole until he slowly let one slide in. 

(Y/n) let out a needy, squeaky whine as she felt the bones penetrate her, their smoothness a different feeling than she was used to. 

He slid his finger out, replacing it with the next, letting it slide in slowly as well. 

He couldn't believe how soft she was there. 

She was pressing around his phalange, so warm, so wet, so tight… almost feeling like the sandy mud had the time he'd drunkenly slipped on the bank of the river in Waterfall and had to wrestle himself free.

When he pulled out this time, he pushed both phalanges into her, letting them wander and feel, exploring until he found a particular spot that made her squeal. 

"mmm, that spot good fer ya, sweetheart?" He rumbled, rubbing his fingers over it. 

"Nnnn!" She nodded as her breath grew quicker. 

Sans' grin grew wider, his tongue flicking over his teeth as he nuzzled against the tender skin behind her ear. 

The rumble of a chuckle sent shivers down her spine as he continued rubbing his fingers inside her, the rough side sliding over a spot so delicious she gripped tighter to his shirt, and the smoother side rubbed against the sensitive ring of muscles while his palm pressed and rubbed at her clit. 

"mmm… stars, sweetheart," he groaned into her ear, his low voice dripping lewd thought, "look at ya… that look on yer gorgeous face… such a sweet noise y’re makin’...” He grunted against her, his hips shifting and grinding against her thigh in time with his finger’s thrusting. 

Sans’ hand went through different motions until he found a way to press his palm against her clit while letting his fingers move faster in and out of her. Her hands tightened on his shirt as she arched, a needy squeak drawing from her. 

“fuck… tha’s it, sweetheart,” he panted against her, his hot breath brushing over the sensitive skin of her neck. “arch those hips ‘gainst my hand… c’mon, dollface…” 

(Y/n) was gasping for breath, hanging onto his shirt for dear life as she neared the edge, and the sexy sound of him panting and groaning in her ear only helped to push her closer. 

Sans was getting close, the softness of her thigh surprisingly efficient at getting him off. “c-c’mon- ngh, c’mon, f-fuck… ya- ya gotta- ngh- f-fuckin’ come fer me, sweetheart,” he ordered, his hand speeding up in its motions. 

(Y/n) fell over the edge with a squeak of ecstasy, hearing Sans’ breath matching hers and coming out in quickening pants as his hand moved faster, fucking into her with wild abandon as his hips were almost bucking against her, both gasping for breath. 

“s- so f- fuckin’ good, c- comin’ on m’ ha-and, sweetheart-” he told her, his hips grinding needily against her. He groaned into her as she whined his name with a squeak, his tongue licking over her and teeth nipping under her jaw, until he felt a shiver move through her inner muscles and she came again, tossing her head back with a harsh, but quiet cry as she tightened around his fingers again, tighter this time. “f-fffffffuuuuuucccck,” he growled as he came, his magic spilling and immediately soaking through his shorts. “ungh, (y/n),” he moaned against her, his tongue licking up her throat, nuzzling and nipping there, too, as his hand still gripped and pet at her, his pelvis giving soft jerks. 

shit… Realization hit Sans as they both panted to catch their breath. i fuckin’ jus’ came all over ‘er leg… fuckin’ embarrissin’… 

He drew out his touch, softly stroking her before he drew his hand back, resting it, coincidentally, on the spot he’d cum, hoping that her wetness would hide his own. He nuzzled under her ear and nipped gently. “be right back, sweetheart,” he told her, climbing from the bed and grabbing a pair of shorts from the ground as he stumbled out to the bathroom, quickly cleaning himself up and putting on the other pair of dirty shorts before bringing back a damp cloth to clean her up with. 

She was sensitive, and he teased her by giving tiny little nips around her thighs and hips as he cleaned her, managing to tug her still wet panties off and toss them off the bed before letting her lift her hips and pull her bottoms up. 

Sans pulled her against him after tossing the cloth away somewhere, burying his nasal ridge in her hair. “mmm, fuck, sweetheart, tha’ wuz beautiful…”

They were both worn out from the activities, and also from the strength of their orgasms after so long without, quickly falling asleep. 

A/N: Really Sans- all over her thigh! Messy! .

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Captive Love   10

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart continues to be pissed at Sans, and works on her plan to escape. Meanwhile Sans is being protective, cute, and sexy.

A/N: Eh, sweetheart is a little clueless, but what can you expect when Paps is scaring the hell out of her? Being loud around abuse survivors is just... generally not nice... not a good way to become their friends... Also, I'm starting another story, one of the multiverse "skeletons and x" ones. Only, instead of meeting nice, safe, skeles first, reader is found by HT Sans. Oh, and he has p l a n s... heh.

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Angry sweetheart.

(Y/n) woke up in the morning, in nearly the exact same way she’d fallen asleep; trapped against Sans’ body, him grumbling angrily near her head, though he was asleep this time. 

Asshole. 

She was wholly uncooperative all morning, up to and including when the time came for him and Papyrus to leave for their work, so Sans tried to keep his patience. 

“there’s some breakfast fer ya on th’ table, sweetheart… look, i don’t know what’s up wit ya, but try an' have a good day, sweetheart. i’ll be back later,” he told her, leaving the room and holding in a growl. 

The hell he doesn’t know!  (Y/n) thought angrily. I hope it’s not more of that nasty lasagna! She let out an angry noise thinking about the disgusting food that Papyrus seemed to think was amazing. 

She waited until she heard the door close, then made her way down to the kitchen, seeing that at least it was eggs and bacon waiting for her with some toast. The toast and eggs were monster food, but the bacon was human food, so she didn’t have to worry about starving to death quite yet. 

She decided that she should wait until the next day to leave, in case they were on guard, thinking she’d try again so soon, so after she ate breakfast, she had nothing to do, and she didn’t want to do anything to help either of these two jerks, so she thought about what she could do that would seem helpful, but would really just be something that would inconvenience them. 

She got an idea, and a vindictive smile lifted her mouth as she went through the kitchen. 

She gathered everything she’d need, cleaning out the last of the supplies for lasagna, and getting to work. 

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Sans had made it halfway through his rounds, still pondering what had happened to his sweet, sweet, sweetheart to make her so difficult -maybe humans were aggressive during that weird heat/mating cycle they had? The one where the women bled?- he tried to think through everything that had happened since she’d last been sweet… 

She’d asked about leaving, but he didn’t have enough energy to take her home, even if he’d wanted to. In fact, he’d hoped that his nap would take so long that there wouldn’t be enough time to get back to the city before nightfall, which it had, so that he’d have that excuse to buy himself more time… 

She’d left anyway, but Papyrus had brought her back when he’d caught her outside- 

oh shit- 

That was it! 

She hadn’t asked to come with him or for him to take her home this morning. 

She was super pissed at him last night after he’d had that talk with Papyrus about collars, she’d probably heard at least part of it, thanks to his brother’s loud as hell voice.

fuuuuuck! Sans groaned and slapped his forehead. 

Papyrus had called her his pet.  

no wonder she’s fuckin’ pissed off! Sans dragged his hand down his skull, rubbing at it. she tried ta go, an’ we ain’t lettin’ ‘er… shit! His skull jerked up, his teeth gritting as he realized; she’s gonna run! i gotta get home! but… boss’ll kill me if i don’t finish my rounds… fuck… fuck, fuck fuck fuck! Anxiety welled up inside him as he rubbed his skull, trying to figure out a solution. 

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It was the fastest Sans had ever done his rounds, keeping an eye and ear out, talking to his contacts, making sure that everyone was keeping in line and not getting out of hand or causing trouble, basically the general ‘making sure everyone had a nice, peaceful life’ schtick, but actually moving fast instead of his normal 'got nowhere to be' pace. 

The front door opened, and he stepped in, his breathing slightly heavy. “doll?” He called nervously through the house. “ya here?” 

He heard a noise in the kitchen and went through the doorway, seeing her cooking, her hands dirty and a pan half full of strange, rolled up shapes. 

She looked up at him from her project, a half rolled noodle in her hands. 

“uh… whatcha doin’?” He asked, making his way to her. 

She gestured to the pan in front of her where various rolled circle shapes stood, some of their filling showing or squishing out. A pot was on the stove, and as he stepped closer and took the lid off, the smell of real, well made tomato sauce wafted up to him. 

“ya- helpin’ wit dinner?” He guessed, a little anxious, still. 

A smile quirked her mouth, but she caught it before it could be anything more than a small smile and gave a small nod, turning back to her work and ignoring him. She needed to act neutral enough that her attitude this morning wouldn’t seem strange, but also would put them at ease so they’d let their guard down. 

Sans’ hand touched her hip as he rested his skull against the side of her head, murmuring, “ya didn’t have ta do that, sweetheart.” 

(Y/n) took a breath, pushing away her stupid reaction and gently pushed him back, brushing him away to the living room so she could go back to cooking. 

Sans went with her, chuckling. “a’right, a’right, i got it,” he told her, going out to the couch and sitting on it, soon getting more comfortable and falling asleep. 

(Y/n) looked out of the kitchen to check on him at the sound of snoring drifting into the kitchen. Her jaw clenched and she wondered for a moment whether he actually needed to breathe, or it might be possible to strangle him, knowing that she’d never actually do that, but it did relieve a little of her anger. 

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The door opening, slamming shut, and loud derisive snort let her know that Papyrus was home, as well as made her flinch a great deal. 

“SANS, GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!” Papyrus yelled at his brother, startling him awake before sniffing the air. “WHAT IS THAT SMELL?” He demanded, stepping toward the kitchen. 

(Y/n) looked up at him from the chair she was sitting on, fear spiking in her chest. 

Shit! I forgot how scary he is when I decided to do this…  

Sans had come in beside Papyrus while her gaze was fearfully frozen on him. “sweetheart- she, uh, w-wanted ta help out, cuz ya a’ways work s-so hard on dinner-” he looked up at his brother nervously. “w-wasn’t that n-nicea ‘er?” 

Papyrus seemed to mull this over, a bit of a red glow crossing the ridge of his nasal cavity. 

Oh no… she’d made him very angry again… 

“I SUPPOSE IT’S ONLY NATURAL THAT SHE DO HER BEST TO PAY HOMAGE TO SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME,” he reasoned, and she could practically feel his ego trying to suffocate her. 

“heh, course, bro. sweetheart is a real… heh… sweetheart,” Sans agreed, a small embarrassed looking red glow hinting on his cheeks. 

(Y/n) saw the glow grow a little as he noticed that she was looking at him, and she looked back and forth between them, reevaluating the glow. Blush? She wondered.  He’s  blushing  , not angry? Why’s he yelling, then? Why is he acting so mad? She shook her head. Jesus, some people make no sense… 

When the timer went off, they ate dinner, Papyrus closely inspecting each bite, and Sans clearly trying to hold himself back as he went for seconds. 

Papyrus caught this, and his brow bones met. “DO YOU LIKE HER COOKING BETTER THAN MINE?” He demanded, sounding offended. 

“uh- no! no, boss!” Sans had started sweating, red drops dotting his skull. “yer cookin’ is the best! i jus’- th-they’re smaller- t-takes more’a ‘em ta fill ya up!”

That seemed to satisfy his brother, and Papyrus picked up another rolled pasta, holding it up and looking at (Y/n). “WHAT DID YOU SAY THIS IS CALLED?” 

“St...ff..d l...sgn...ah,” she answered with a squeak at the end. 

fuck, why’s she gotta be so fuckin’ adorable?! Sans gritted his teeth, a scowl pulling at his features as he tried not to show his emotions. “s-stuffed lasagna, huh?” He asked so that his brother could understand better. 

She nodded. “Th-r… sh...d beh ...nough f...r l...ch t’m...row, t’,”  she told them with a smile, focusing on not letting it get bigger. 

“OF COURSE; THERE IS ALWAYS ENOUGH FOR LUNCH,” Papyrus told her with a small huff, and she couldn’t help the twitch that her lips gave. 

Of course, it was usually because no one ate enough that there wasn’t, and this time, it was because she’d made sure to use the rest of their supply. 

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Sans watched (Y/n) take a pillow and lay on the floor next to the bed again. 

He held in the irritation that pressed his ribs from the inside. 

“doll, get yer ass on th’ bed, ya ain’t sleepin’ on th’ floor,” he told her. 

She didn’t acknowledge him. 

Sans’ grin widened, but instead of being a happy motion, it was something that would bring fear into those seeing it. “fine, then- but don’t say i didn’t warn ya,” he told her with a verbal shrug. 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, pointedly not reacting, but jumped when something touched her hip. She froze, her body unable to move as he silently moved behind her and got comfortable, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her flush to him. 

He nuzzled against her neck, giving tiny nips and- ehw! Was that his- Had he just licked her hair?! 

“sweetheart, ya know…” he started, one hand starting to drag the tips of his phalanges over her forearm and hand, “th’ other day, when i walked in on ya…” he nuzzled more against her neck, the tip of his tongue trailing up over a sensitive patch of skin, “didn’t mean ta, but… gotta say, it worked ‘n my favor pretty well…” His hand was toying with the edge of her shirt. “been wonderin’... ya wanna pick up where we left off?” 

A tiny noise left her and he nipped under her jaw, making another noise leave her. 

A hot breath left him and blew over her sensitive skin. “doll, ya sound like ya wanna,” he said softly, his deep voice rumbling through her, and she couldn’t do much more than push out a harsh sigh, trying to sound irritated instead of turned on. 

“mmm, feelin’ pretty warm, there, doll,” he told her, his hand trailing to her hip and lightly rubbing over it. “ya startin’ ta get ‘xcited? could help ya wit that, ya know…” His hand held her hip and pulled it back against him, his hips pressing forward against her. “feelin’ reeaal warm, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hand moving to the front of her thigh and slowly trailing along it, right on the edge of the danger zone, teasing her with what could be. “wanna spread those sexy thighs a lil an’ let me show ya jus’ what i can do fer ya?” He nipped her ear and she could feel another flood of need pool between her thighs. 

“’d never ignore ya like this,” he rumbled. “nah, ’d rather hear ya screamin’ an’ beggin’ fer more.” 

Fuck- why does he have to be so good at this?! I don’t like it- he’s just good at it- I’m mad at him- I hate him! He is trying to give me Stockholm syndrome- psycho asshole!  

Sans nipped and nibbled along her jaw, his tongue flicking out. "sweetheart, ya know… we keep gettin' interrupted… want me ta tell ya what'd happen if we didn't?" 

She shook her head. 

"no?" He asked, satisfied that she was at least talking to him. 

She shook her head again. 

"a'right. well, ya ever wanna know, ya can just ask, i'll tell ya… or better yet, show ya," he assured her, giving a sinful chuckle. 

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(Y/n) woke on the bed, not at all surprised, until she remembered that she'd fallen asleep on the floor the night before. 

The morning came and went, and she was patiently waiting for Sans to leave, though he didn't. 

Papyrus had left, slamming the door behind him, two or so hours ago, but Sans was still there. 

Beside her, actually, not letting her get too far away. 

He had her sit at the table as he heated their lunch, glancing back at her regularly as though she’d suddenly disappear silently. 

After they ate, she took the plates and washed them as he stayed at the table, watching her. She was starting to feel more frustrated. 

She'd never escape if he hovered around her like a damn helicopter parent all the time! 

After the last dish was put away, she turned to him, chewing the inside of her lip for a moment. 

"somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" He asked. 

"Gr...sh...ies," was all she said, and he looked at her in confusion. 

"gr-groceries?" 

She nodded. 

"what d'ya need?" He asked. 

She walked to the cupboards, opening them so he could see that they were empty of lasagna materials, which was pretty much all that had been in them. 

A light sweat broke out on Sans' skull, and she felt a little smug, hiding it to her best ability. 

“Br..sh,” she told him, pointing at her hair and then at her teeth. “Sh..mpoo, w-sh,” she motioned to the things she’d do with them, so he had an idea of what she meant. 

The light sweat grew a little heavier on Sans’ skull, and (Y/n) felt a little more accomplished, adding on everything she could think of. 

Did she need floss? No. But she’d ask for it if it’d cause him trouble and make him take longer at the store. 

Sans found himself grinding his jaw. “y-yeah… i-i can get alla that fer ya, doll… gotta get some mustard, anyway… uh- i’ll be back in a bit, ‘k? d-don’t get inta trouble while i’m gone…” 

He shot one last glance at her before walking out the front door and making his way around to a side of the house where she couldn’t see him to use a shortcut. 

Sans hurried into the store, a dark glare on his face as he yanked a cart to him with magic as he made a direct line to where the lasagna supplies were. 

Boxes and tubs were tossed into the cart gently enough that they didn’t burst open, cans of products tossed in less gently. A few bags of salad, a bottle of dressing, toppings, bread, his beloved mustard, a few other things… 

He needed to hurry. He felt like he had been given this task just to distract him so that his sweetheart could trick him, try and leave when no one was there to keep her inside. 

As much as he knew that it was dangerous out there for her, knowing that some monsters had been talking about trying to catch humans, try to extract their souls and put them into food, trying to gain their power, or make their bodies into food just to taste something ‘exotic’, or take their souls and use their soft bodies as playthings, the biggest part of him not wanting her to leave was just that- not wanting her to leave. 

He wanted to keep her to himself, wanted to have the sweet softness of her body against his, the feel and smell of her calming him and his anxieties, wanted to protect her, keep her safe and feel needed and useful, wanted to make her smile at him, smile because of him again, wanted to do all sorts of just filthy things to and with her… 

Sans shook his head, growling at another monster who got in the way as he turned a corner. He got a glare back and ignored it as he continued on his way to the non food things. 

On the way to the aisle with the hair care items, he caught a glimpse of something that stopped him in his tracks in the ‘intimates’ aisle, and it wasn’t just that there were walls covered in socks, panties, and bras. 

His tongue ran over his teeth as his cheekbones heated, and he pulled up his hood to hide the red glow. 

He quickly grabbed the item and tossed it in the cart, burying it under the other items before hurrying to get a brush. 

Of course, when the item was uncovered at check out, he gave the human attendant a glare in response to the questioning look, his gold tooth giving a gleam as he sneered frighteningly. 

The human just shrank into himself and watched the items he rang up with more attention than necessary.

. 

Sans hurried into the house, closing the door behind him, his eyes already up and searching for his sweetheart. 

“sweetheart-” She wasn’t in the kitchen, she wasn’t in the laundry room, the front room, the bathroom…

Sans opened his door and saw his sweetheart on his bed, studying one of his books. 

“there ya are, sweetheart,” he sighed, relief obvious in his tone, and he took a breath to calm his racing heart. “here,” he shoved the bag of non food things to her.

(Y/n) took the bag and peeked inside. “Th...nks.” She put the bag to the side awkwardly and turned back to the book. 

Sans hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto the bed with her, slowly and a bit awkwardly scooting closer to her. “want me ta read it to ya?” 

Have him read her the book? 

How long had it been since she'd had anyone read to her? It had always been a relaxing, peaceful thing to be read to… 

She could hate him and listen to him reading to her… right? 

(Y/n) pushed the book to him. 

Sans seemed to relax a bit, then pushed and tugged at her until she was laying down with her head in his lap. 

She was a bit wary, wondering what he was planning, but he just took the book and started reading it to her. 

"when ya take th' particles from where they originate, ya can cause a certain amount 'a instability…" 

Apparently, she'd picked some science book with something like… particle theory?... or something... in it, not a subject she found strictly interesting, but his deep, accented voice was so calm and relaxing that (Y/n) started drifting off. 

"ya still wit me, sweetheart?" He asked, and she nodded, though her eyes were closed. "a'right, i'll keep goin', then…" 

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Captive Love   12

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sans feels like an asshole. Papyrus agrees that he's a dumbass. 

A/N: Sans is sorry... he's really sorry... he didn't mean to be scary...

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Dinner in bed.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and (Y/n) looked up from her blanket cocoon of comfort. 

"s-sweetheart- ...sweetheart, 'm sorry," Sans' soft voice told her with a sigh, muffled by the door. "i want ya ta know i wasn't doin' it ta hurt ya, b- but we can talk about it when y're ready, w-whenever ya want… i- th' important thing is- fuck- ...i'm an' asshole, sweetheart, i know it- but ya can't jus'-" he took a breath, calming himself. "ya can't jus' run off inta danger blindly an' 'xpect me ta- ya- ya coulda…" He choked on whatever emotion was filling him, making it hard to talk. "ya coulda been dusted," he whispered against the wood of the door. 

He didn't know if she'd understand, he knew that 'dusted' wasn't the word humans used, and they didn't use 'fall down', either, but it didn't stop them from doing it. And his sweetheart had looked like she was on the edge of falling down when he was in there. 

He couldn't let that happen. He needed his sweetheart to stay alive, stay with him… 

"a-anyway," he said after clearing his throat, able to continue in a more normal tone. "i brought ya some dinner, ya don't haveta open th' door; i'm gonna leave it right here fer ya, an' then i'm gonna go downstairs an' leave ya be fer a bit. i- if ya need me… that's where i'll be… i-if ya need  anythin',  i'll be here- jus' gotta ask, sweetheart…" 

(Y/n) heard him walk away, slowly moving closer to the door and listening closely, not satisfied that he was gone until she heard him downstairs talking with Papyrus. 

She slowly, quietly, opened the door and brought the food in before closing and blocking the chair to it again. 

She ate the food, glad that Sans had put mostly salad and bread on her plate, saving her from much of the lasagna. 

.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU PUT SO MUCH OF THAT OTHER FOOD ON HER PLATE, SANS," Papyrus griped. "IT'S LIKE YOU'RE SAYING THAT MY FOOD ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH…"

“‘s nothin’- nothin’ like that, paps- ‘s jus’- s-she’s a human, y’know, they need, like, extra nutrients an’ minerals an' shit like that. gotta keep ‘er healthy…” Sans trailed off, a little nervous sweat beading on his skull. 

They dug in to the lasagna, Sans mostly scooting it around on his plate as he tried to push the memory of his sweetheart shaking in terror caused by him from his mind. 

“SO… WHY ISN’T SHE EATING WITH US, TONIGHT?” Papyrus asked after a few moments of silence. 

“‘cuz imma fuckin’ dumbass,” Sans murmured. 

“WELL, YOU WERE A DUMBASS YESTERDAY, AND THAT DIDN’T STOP HER…” 

“heh…” A humorless laugh left Sans’ mouth. 

It was quiet again, and in the silence, Sans heard the soft sound of a plate being set in the hall and his door closing

He stood and slouched up to the hall, taking the plate and making his way back to the sink. 

Papyrus watched his brother, his worry growing in his bones. He’d never seen Sans walk so much, except when he was very low on magic, and before he’d learned how to use his lazy shortcuts. His eyelights followed him as he made his way back to the stairs until he couldn’t see him anymore. 

Sans stopped in front of his door, stooping to set the plate in his hand down. 

“s-sweetheart,” he called softly. “i- i brought ya some dessert… ‘s from th’ store, papyrus brought it back…” He hesitated, taking a few breaths before leaning his skull against the door, wishing he could just make her feel how sorry he was, and that he hadn’t meant to scare her or harm her through the door. 

He took another deep breath and let it out before pulling away and basically dragging himself back to the table. 

“WHAT HAPPENED, SANS?” Papyrus asked after a few more silent moments. 

“told ya; ‘m a fuckin’ dumbass…” Sans muttered as he scooped another bite onto his fork. 

Papyrus didn’t know what to say to that, so there was silence as he tried to find some words to express himself correctly. 

There was a soft sound on the stairs, one that they wouldn’t have heard if it wasn’t so quiet, and it made a near silent trail to the kitchen. 

Sans ducked his head guiltily as he heard the sound of clothing rustling as his sweetheart made her way to the sink, sure he could feel her wary gaze on him the entire time. 

Papyrus’s eyelights stuck to her like glue as she moved, sockets creasing as he squinted a little. 

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but Sans shook his head, looking up at him and quietly pleading, “boss…”

Papyrus closed his mouth with a click of his teeth and let out a breath, going back to his lasagna. 

(Y/n) walked back out through the doorway, and Papyrus waited until they heard the soft sound of Sans’ door closing again before he spoke, “YOU PUT THE COLLAR ON HER AFTER ALL.” 

It wasn’t a question. The strap of leather was plain to see, especially with the way that shirt hung off of her shoulder. 

Sans winced again. 

“You’ll Be Making Her Safer,” his brother told him quietly, knowing how much he hated the collar, and how serious whatever had happened to make him put it on her had to have been. 

.

Dinner had long since been over, and (Y/n) was still alone in Sans’ room, sitting on the bed, trying to do whatever she could to get the stupid collar off of her. But nothing was working. 

She tried everything, and nothing worked. 

She tugged at it long into the evening, hearing whatever show the two had been watching on the tv downstairs turn off and after a few moments, Papyrus’ door close. 

She felt her body stiffen, hearing another set of footsteps coming toward the door, hesitating in the hall… and then a dull whump as something hit the floor. 

Suddenly, she felt like she had to use the bathroom. 

Because she suddenly couldn’t leave the room, most likely. It was always the one thing you couldn’t do that ended up being the one thing you somehow needed to do most, like having an itch on your nose after being told you can’t touch anything. 

She sighed and violently wiggled her hips, feeling an urgency to use the bathroom, now. 

Fiiiiiine, she mentally cursed, getting up and going to the door. 

She quietly opened the door and made her way out, seeing Sans sitting hunched over next to the door. She quickly moved away from him, not wanting to be too close, and hurried to the bathroom, but caught the way his skull turned away from her, seemingly in shame. 

He hadn’t moved by the time she got back, but she could see the glow of his eyelights reflecting off of the wall. 

She faked more courage than she had and walked past him into the room, closing the door and sticking the chair against it again. 

She sat on the bed, watching the door for a bit. 

He really seemed like he felt guilty… sorry, even… but then, why didn’t he just take the fucking collar off of her?! 

Well… not like she’d given him much chance to get close enough to her… For good reason!

She sighed, conflicted. 

Finally, she decided what to do. 

 Sans let his skull rest against the wall uncomfortably. 

He deserved this. 

He deserved more than this for scaring his sweetheart so badly… 

The door next to him cracked open, and he heard quick movement back across the floor to his bed. 

After a moment, his skull turned, his sockets opening to see that the door was still cracked. 

Was his sweetheart telling him that it was ok to come in? That she’d calmed down enough to see him? 

Sans slowly climbed up, going into his room and looking over at where she was laying in a huddled pile on the bed, surrounded by his blanket. 

That was fine. He didn’t need a blanket to sleep anyway, and if it made her feel better, he’d give it to her. 

Sans kicked off his shoes and quietly climbed onto his bed, laying down so he could stare at his sweetheart, silently apologizing. 

After a few minutes, the rising movement of the blanket grew regular, and he thought she was asleep. 

His sweet, wonderful, sweetheart. 

Sans’ hand reached out and his phalanges touched her, gently stroking over her a few times before he pulled it back to himself, staying on one side of the bed. He wasn’t going to cause her any other worry, and if that meant staying an arm’s length away for the night, he would. 

A/N: Welp. We're getting to the part where Sweetheart starts talking a bit next chapter, but starts talking a lot soon. So prepare for such terrible spelling... it gave me shiver just looking at it. and also, do a favor and let me know if you're going to want translations? So I can set those up beforehand... examples so you can make an informed decision: Whahy w...t'r Ikh do Oh, hey, also, I have another Undertale story (a reverse harem with multiple universes of skelles) and posted a chapter of it, too! It’s on Ao3. It’s on chapter 4. See how much I get behind on here from stupid editing problems? Ugh.

@tephi101  @lilypalmer1987  @pingu89  @gifsbysimplysonia  @omnomsauruswrites<3U!  @keldachick  @Randomfandompenguin  @mannls  @screeching-student-unknown  @lizfawn  @ya-lyublu-tebya  @their-bibliophile  @the-fifth-marauder03  (let me know if y’all wanna be taken off, btw, since it’s not marvel lol)

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Captive Love   14

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart meets UnderFell Muffet! Who wants to make her into mincemeat pie...

A/N: Hey, in case you didn't know, mincemeat pie is called that because it has (had) bones and meat scraps in it... This chapter has minor warnings of... racist comments (species-ist? I mean, they're being ignorant because she's a human, so it's pretty close to the same thing...) general threatening and asshole behavior... alcohol... think that's it. So I meant to get this out earlier, but the idiots who did the fixing up on my new house before we got it didn't do a good job on the shower and it was leaking, so I decided I'd caulk the thing myself, which turned into my husband being slow as dick to clean and prep and me being slow as ass to get in gear and do it... For some reason, I keep complaining that I never get any time off, but then I get time, and of course, instead of relaxing, I work on stuff... I just want to relax! Why do I keep choosing to do these projects? Ugh!.

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Into town we go!

Sans walked down the street, ducking into his coat a bit, eyelights darting around nervously. 

He didn't like this. 

He didn't want the chance that someone would hurt his delicate sweetheart… 

True, she had spunk, and a certain flare of attitude, but… 

She had passed out, been unconscious for days, and he'd only pushed her against the wall. 

He knew that a lot of these other monsters would do a lot worse. 

Sans let out a soft growl, pushing out his shoulders and chest, fluffing his coat a bit to look as big as possible. 

He didn't want to deal with anyone trying any bullshit. 

He leered at the monsters loitering around and giving his sweetheart a look over. 

(Y/n) felt uneasy. 

There was a certain amount of uneasiness whenever humans were in an area with mostly monsters, almost like their hatred and resentment was thick in the air. 

This was different, though. 

This was like walking through a crowd of people who were evaluating her worth, debating whether it would be worth it to… 

She wasn't sure if it would just be a physical attack, or more… but she was pretty sure she didn't want to know. 

She wondered if this was what livestock felt like as they were led into auction pens. 

She had been expecting something, maybe an air of hostility, like it was near her apartment, but this was straight up aggressive. 

Eyes followed her as she walked, flicking to Sans next to her or Papyrus in front of them before settling to do nothing. She didn't miss the way Sans glared at some of them that looked interested, either. 

(Y/n) leaned in to Sans a little, and he grinned smugly at the monsters eyeballing them as he wrapped his arm around her, tugging her just a bit closer. 

Pissed at him or not, Sans seemed safer to be around than these others. At least she knew that he wasn't going to immediately eat or murder her… 

"WHAT DID YOU HAVE PLANNED FOR YOUR OUTING, SANS?" Papyrus asked, seemingly immune to the stares of others. 

"uh, didn't really plan anythin', boss. was kinda last minute," Sans answered. 

"WE SHOULD SHOW THE HUMAN SOME OF OUR SUPERIOR MONSTER CULTURE," Papyrus decided. 

"that sound good ta you, sweetheart?" Sans asked, leaning close to her. 

She was open to learning about new cultures, as long as she wasn't going to be murdered, so she nodded and it was decided. 

Papyrus decided that the shop he purchased the implements for his traps in should be their first stop. 

An ancient turtle sat behind the counter, grizzled and grumpy looking. 

He gave (Y/n) a twice over, and Sans actually let out a low growl as he tucked her behind him. 

Yeah, she wasn't interested in being sold as a curiosity… 

They left the store, Papyrus with a couple bags of supplies in hand, and continued down the road. 

(Y/n) could feel herself starting to get numb to the stares as they walked, and started looking around at the sights and stores. 

She noticed a storefront with large windows, and a sign at the top showing a cute lady spider monster, her six arms open in warm welcome, her hands holding various baked goods, a teapot, teacup, and leaving one open to invite passersby in. She couldn't read what it said, but it seemed obvious enough. 

Oooo, baked goods… (Y/n) turned to Sans. "S...ns," she asked, lifting a hand to the store. [Sans]

Sans looked over, his glare deepening at the store. "don't think ya wanna go in there, sweetheart," he told her, thinking of the spiders that had caused the whole situation with the collar in the first place. 

It was her turn to glare, and she made a disgruntled noise. "Ikh do," she insisted. [I do]

fuck, that cute squeek… He risked a look at her, and felt his soul flutter. damn, that angry lil glare she's got's so adorable…  

"COME, SANS, IT SHOULD BE FINE," Papyrus told him, turning to cross the street. 

Sans grumbled uneasily, but gave in to her tugging on the arm wrapped around her, and guided her across the street. 

(Y/n) walked through the door after Papyrus, and the first thing that hit her was the delicious smell of pastries and other baked goods. 

An automatic smile grew on her face as it hit. 

Her eyes went to survey the store, and she froze in place. There were spiders everywhere. 

Small, fuzzy looking bodies moved with disturbing speed for their size, along the ceiling, the walls, the counters. 

It took her a moment to notice the woman behind the counter, the same lady spider that was depicted on the sign outside. 

(Y/n) could hear the whispers from clumps of spiders around, telling things they'd heard about humans' feelings toward spiders. 

The woman behind the counter's expression changed halfway through her greeting. Her sharp little fangs became more visible, and her pleasant smile became malicious. 

"Fufufufufu… Oh look at you, a little, lost deary…" Her voice was light and sweet, but there was an underlying dark tone there. 

(Y/n) felt a bit uncomfortable, but she tried to push it back, wanting to be open, even if these people didn't. There was no reason not to work through things and live together peacefully, but she knew not everyone shared her ideals. 

The more she watched the spiders, the more she realized that the spiders moving around were not just wandering, but moving with purpose, grouping together to lift and shift things around in the cases and along the counters. 

Taking a breath, (Y/n) steeled herself and stepped toward the showcase. 

"Oh, deary," the woman cooed to her, "you've come to eat the spiders before they eat you?" 

"Wh...t?" (Y/n) asked in confusion. [what]

The woman gestured to a banner hanging behind the counter, one hand moving along as she read, "Welcome to Muffet's bakery. Confections made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders." 

Of spiders?!  Her shock must have shown on her face, because the woman, Muffet she was guessing, giggled at her. 

(Y/n) took another breath and pushed away her ingrained disgust at the thought of eating spiders. 

There were chocolate covered ants, crickets, and grasshoppers, after all. 

Why not? 

Be bold. 

She stepped closer to the case to investigate its contents, Sans at her side, but she was driven back by the swarm of spiders that flooded toward her. 

"knock it off, muffet," Sans snapped at the woman. 

Muffet put two hands on her hips, two on the counter and leaned over him, baring her teeth at Sans as her free set of arms helped her climb over the counter. "Why don't you make me, trash bag?" She snarled. 

Sans put his shoulders back and leaned in, posturing himself to look bigger, baring his own wide snarl to showcase his sharp teeth. "ya ain't touchin' 'er, so back th' fuck off, muffet," he growled. 

(Y/n) looked around the store, finding that they were the only ones inside. At least there weren't more monsters to gang up on them. 

"Oh, but Sansy, I want to be the first one to serve human to the public- and you've brought one right into my shop," Muffet growled as she started toward where (Y/n) was edging back toward Papyrus. 

Panic flooded her. She didn't know what to do… A gigantic spider woman was coming to kill her! She had to get out. 

Help… 

She was starting to hyperventilate, terror adding to the panic. 

"hey!" Sans snapped as he squashed a spider with his sneaker. 

Muffet looked over at him with a glare. 

"i'm warnin' ya; i don't like sharin', an' 'f ya try ta touch my stuff, y're gonna get dusted," he threatened, stepping toward Muffet. 

He was scary. 

He was so scary… 

How had (Y/n) forgotten how scary he was? She'd seen it only a couple of days ago! Except… 

Except he hadn't looked this scary then. 

He'd been so angry that he looked scary, but this- he was trying to be big and scary, and… He was terrifying… 

Muffet was still going to attack him, and (Y/n) knew that this was all her fault. She had to help him! At least try to pull him back… Something! 

Papyrus' hand went past her as he barred the way. 

Was he really stopping her? He was just going to let his brother get hurt?! Wasn't he the one that had refused to let him walk her home because he was worried about him?! 

"Whahy?" She demanded, looking up at him, trying to bat his arm away. [why]

"HE CAN HANDLE THIS," Papyrus answered, his sockets narrowed as he watched the situation carefully. 

(Y/n) looked back to the menacing woman trying to intimidate Sans. 

Sans' sneaker landed, crushing and grinding three small spiders into the floor. "don't you dare fuckin' touch 'er," he growled. "'f i see ya anywhere near 'er, yer spiders're gonna be makin' a muffet sized cake." 

He ground his foot against the floor again and kept his glare on her as he made his way back to where his sweetheart and his brother were, pulling her to his side as he muttered a thanks to his brother for keeping her out of the way. 

Sans turned and guided her to the door, tossing over his shoulder, "an' keep yer fuckin' spiders away from our house. mind yer own damn business, ya nosey spider bitch." 

(Y/n)'s head jerked to him in surprise. Her spiders were at their house…? He pulled her against his side, a bit tighter than he had before they'd gone into the bakery. 

"le's go ta grillby's… i need a fuckin' drink," he muttered. 

(Y/n) could feel through his arm that he was shaking. She could see when she looked at his face that he was nervous, bordering on afraid, but covering it with anger.  

She looked over to Papyrus and saw the proud look on his face, the way he held his head a little higher. 

He was proud of his brother. 

There hadn't been a fight, though Sans has stepped on a few spiders… Were they monster spiders? Did that count as killing people…? Did she just witness Sans commit murder?! How did this even work? 

It was too much to try to comprehend, so she decided to put it on the back burner and try to learn more about the layout of the area. 

When she looked up, they were in front of a bar. 

(Y/n) tried to refuse, afraid of a repeat of the incident they'd just left, but Sans assured her, "don't worry, sweetheart. no one starts shit at grillby's, 'less they wanna get burned. heh." 

As they walked in and made their way to the bar, she was acutely aware of every comment made. 

“Look, it’s a human… How disgusting…”

“Ewwwww, how gross is that? It only has hair in some places… does it shave like that? How ugly.” 

“I don’t know how those freaky humans look in the mirror in the morning and decide they look ok to leave the house… Unless they think looking gross is cool. Hehehehe.”

“Wow, they must have a fair going on if the freakshow is here, ksksksksks…” 

“Ugh, Sans needs to put that thing back in it’s cage, before it gets it’s parasites everywhere… You know it’s got them because humans are so nasty…” 

Sans climbed onto a well worn stool and raised a hand to the bartender… a man made of fire… 

Oh… 

Sans' comment about getting burned made sense, now. 

"ya want somethin' ta drink, sweetheart?" He asked softly. He seemed deflated from his attitude. Tired. 

She nodded, croaking, "w...t'r?" [water]

The bartender said something, but his accent was a bit thick for her to pick up. 

“heh,” Sans laughed at whatever he’d said. “says he don’t touch th’ stuff.” 

(Y/n) winced. Had she just insulted this man? “Aaaahhhh… sohda…?” She asked. [Soda]

The flame man turned away, then back with a glass a moment later, and she thanked him, taking it and sipping. 

Papyrus got a drink as well, stirring the tall bloody Mary with the celery stick decoration. “IT’S THE HEALTHIEST THING IN THIS GREASE TRAP,” he explained when he saw her watching him. 

She smiled to him and went back to her drink. She glanced over at Sans, seeing him looking like the stereotypical ‘guy drowning his sorrows in alcohol’ with his hand around a tumbler of something a dark golden color, though she could see flecks of red and yellow, looking like wisps of flames. 

A hiccup came from behind, and a bunny with a very drunk expression stood behind them. 

“AWWwwww… Yoush gatta pet, Sansy?” The bunny slurred. “Looksh cute!” The bunny reached out, aiming to actually pet her, like she was a dog or something! 

“don’t touch ‘er,” Sans growled without even looking away from the spot he was staring at. 

The bunny’s hand stopped, then dropped. “Jeex Sans, ya don’t haave toush… be a jerk!” 

“nah, but ‘s what ‘m good at,” he answered, taking another drink, his face blank with the slightest hint of self loathing. 

The bunny stumbled away as (Y/n) looked at Sans, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that was Sans. 

He was awkward, flirty, and full of jokes, but it’s like he had another side, one that was harsh, ready to fight, bristly… And then when they were alone… He was sweet, affectionate, soft… 

It was like he was afraid to be himself around others. 

Her eyes turned to Papyrus, who looked at least moderately miserable. 

But he’d been so proud of Sans when he’d stood up to and threatened his way out of a fight with Muffet… even if he was so rude to him the rest of the time… 

She couldn’t think of a time the two had shared any form of affection, even just simple words like ‘love ya, bro’… 

(Y/n) turned to Sans, leaning over and wrapping her arm around his and nuzzling against his arm before looking up at him. 

His eyelights darted around the room as sweat grew on his skull, an uneasy look on his face. He looked very uncomfortable, and was stopping himself just short of pushing her away. 

She pulled away from him and went back to her drink.

That’s all she needed to know. 

Her eyes went back over to Papyrus, giving him a big, sweet grin when he glanced at her. 

He quickly looked away, looking uncomfortable as he blushed. 

Her focus went back to her drink as she continued to sort. 

These two had trouble with affection. 

If what had happened at the bakery was any clue, they had to act tough for some reason. And, additionally, Papyrus was proud of his brother when he was tough. 

Since she knew how soft and sweet Sans could be without other people around, she’d assume that maybe the reason why they -and Muffet?- acted like Sans wasn’t worth much was because he had that soft spot? 

Which meant that Papyrus was the cooler one because he could hide whatever softness he had better… 

Wow… (Y/n) thought, feeling like she was finally starting to get an idea of why the two skeletons acted the way they did. 

“Is that why you haven’t been here in so long, Sans,” a rough, but feminine voice taunted from a table off to the side. “Got yourself a disgusting human pet?” 

Sans ignored them, but she felt Papyrus stiffen next to her. 

“Think you’re too good for us, now?” Another voice demanded from the table, this one masculine. 

“If you wanted something soft and gooey to fuck, you coulda gone with a Moldsmal!” The table erupted in raucous laughter. 

Sans grit his teeth, and (Y/n) could hear the soft, low growl of displeasure that matched his features. 

“hey, boss, ya ‘bout done wit yer drink?” Sans asked, still ignoring the table. “'cause ‘m ready ta get th’ fuck outta here.” 

What he'd really like is to go bash in Dogaressa and the rest's teeth in, but he was holding himself back because there were too many of them, and he didn't want to get his ass kicked by Grillby, and he definitely didn't want to take the chance of losing a fight in front of the others and have a free for all start over his sweetheart.

Papyrus tipped his drink back, finishing the tomato juice concoction before standing. He turned and glowered at the table of dogs that were making the scene, and said, louder than normal, though (Y/n) didn’t know how that was possible, “YES, MY BROTHER, LET’S BE RID OF THIS UNFAVORABLE COMPANY.” 

Wow… Affection! ...kinda… (Y/n) was surprised, having decided that they probably didn’t know how to be nice. 

As the trio made their way back to the brothers’ house, (Y/n) reflected on what had happened in town. 

It was obvious why Sans didn’t want her to go out, now, why he got so nervous about it. They hadn’t even been in town more than a couple of hours, and it was plain to see that the residents had their own designs on all sorts of unsavory things they’d like to do to her given the chance… 

Maybe he was just trying to keep her safe… 

And if it was this bad while she was wearing the collar, she’d hate to think what it would have been like without it… probably a free for all… especially if she’d gone without either of the skeletons. 

Sans dragging her into the house, despite how rough and angry he'd been, had probably saved her life… 

And now, knowing that he put up an angry front when he was afraid… it didn't make him any less scary, but… it did change the context. 

Not threatening; protective. 

A/N: You know how Sweetheart keeps calling for help...? I mean... Sans keeps showing up... Every time... I um... just wanted to drop that thought here...

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Captive Love  13

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart gets unexpected help from Papyrus, about the collar and going out.

A/N: Alright, go Papyrus for helping your brother! Since we can all tell how much Sans needs it... (also, get ready for a chapter dump!)

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Papyrus... explains?

Sans woke automatically, eyes opening and seeing his hand clutched around his blanket where his sweetheart was bundled. 

He let out a sigh, his hand tightening on it a little. 

Sans ran his hand up and down her side to wake her. 

“i’m gonna go make sure we’ve got some breakfast- i-i’ll s-see ya down there, sweetheart,” he murmured before climbing from the bed and making his way downstairs. 

(Y/n) laid there for a bit longer, then got up and changed into a new set of clothes, this one being a pair of yoga pants and a shirt with baggy sleeves split open on the top and held together with small gold chains. Both black, of course. 

What was it with monsters and the color black? The only other colors she’d seen around were red, and just a bit of gold or yellow. 

She pulled on a pair of socks so that her feet didn’t get cold, since she had no idea what Sans had done with her shoes, and headed downstairs. 

“WELL, WHY DIDN’T YOU CHANGE BEFORE YOU CAME DOWN?” She heard Papyrus demand, his tone haughty. “IT’S DISGUSTING.” 

“jus’ didn’t, paps, wanted ta get a head start on breakfast. ya want any ‘r not?” Sans asked, sounding exasperated. 

(Y/n) reached the floor, seeing Papyrus sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a section of the paper in his hand, legs crossed at the knee. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants tucked into his tall red boots, and his red scarf, as usual, but instead of the pointy shouldered top, he was wearing a black shirt that the sleeves were cut from and frayed to stand up, imitating the points. 

“SO. ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE YOUR HUMAN INTO TOWN?” 

“paps, ya know ‘s dangerous ta take 'er-” Sans started, exhaustion at this topic obvious in his voice. 

“MM,” Papyrus interrupted to agree, but then pointed out, “BUT YOU PUT THE COLLAR ON HER, SHE SHOULD BE PROTECTED, NOW. YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO GO OUT WITHOUT TOO MUCH HASSLE, IF YOU DON’T GO TOO FAR.” 

(Y/n) stepped into the kitchen, her face contorted in surprise. “Ikh’s… fo… pr...tection?” She asked, her fingers toying with the leather strap. [it’s... for protection?]

Papyrus looked up at her over the paper, one brow ridge lifted. 

“y-yeah,” Sans told her, eyelights focused on what he was doing, though none of the rest of him was moving. “was tryna tell ya that las’ night, but… ya weren’t too keen on lettin’ me get too close ta ya…”

“IT’S FOR CLAIMING,” Papyrus corrected. “AS MY BROTHER’S PROPERTY, YOU’RE PROTECTED.” 

(Y/n)’s brows met in distaste at the non truth she thought she could sense going on… 

Sans heaved an agitated sigh. “s-s’not like that. ‘f th’ other monsters think ‘m claimin’ ya, they’ll leave ya alone. should, anyway.” 

(Y/n)’s hand tugged on the leather as things fell into place before she hopefully asked, “thehn yeh c’n tahke meh hohme?”  [then you can take me home?]

Sans winced, his sockets pressing closed and hands clenching. Stars, that tone of hope, and all those adorable squeaks-! He didn’t know if he could take the cuteness! 

“IT’S TOO EARLY FOR THAT,” Papyrus told her. 

“Whahy?” She asked, for once not intimidated by his loud voice. [why?]

More adorable squeaks… Sans was really going to have to focus to stop himself from grabbing her and kissing her until they were both stupid. 

“WELL, HUMAN, IF SANS TOOK YOU OUT AND PARADED YOU ALL THROUGH TOWN THE FIRST TIME OUT, WITHOUT AN ESTABLISHED OWNERSHIP, ANY OF THE OTHER MONSTERS MAY SEE YOU AND DECIDE TO CHALLENGE HIS WORTHLESS HIDE FOR YOUR OWN WORTHLESS HIDE,” Papyrus explained matter of factly. "I'M SURE I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE UNCIVILIZED BEASTS WOULD HAVE PLANNED FOR YOU…" He trailed off casually as he lifted the paper back up, as though he was commenting on needing to be careful in the weather instead of members of his own people planning atrocities for her to experience. 

(Y/n)’s face showed her displeasure at being called worthless, a slight challenge in her expression. Her eyes moved over to Sans, who’d also been called worthless, seeing that his shoulders had sunk a bit. 

That wasn’t right. 

Brothers should boost you up, not tear you down and make you feel worthless. Definitely not say that you’re worthless, especially to your face… 

She realized that both of the skeletons acted as though Papyrus was amazing and Sans was dumb, but he had all those advanced science type books- hell, she knew he had a few award looking papers, and even if they were just cheesy awards for ‘best bone structure’, or whatever the monster equivalent of a high school diploma was- she knew that even that could be difficult to get. 

"BUT MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK ABOUT ALL THE TERRIBLE THINGS YOU'VE HEARD THAT WE MONSTERS DO AND REALIZE THAT THERE IS USUALLY TRUTH TO RUMOR. AND THAT SOMETIMES THE TRUTH IS MUCH MORE TERRIBLE THAN ANYTHING YOU COULD EVER MAKE UP," Papyrus commented, almost as an afterthought.

(Y/n) took a step toward where Sans was stirring something in a pan on the stove, but hesitated, her hands reflexively coming up to protect her chest as a jolt of panic shot through her, both at the thought of being so close to Sans after what he’d done, and at Papyrus’ words, her face showing her conflict. 

She pushed it aside, pushing through the paralyzing feeling as she made her way to Sans, not noticing Papyrus’ eyelights following her the whole time. 

Sans had been right when he’d said that she hadn’t let him get too close to her yesterday. But he hadn’t pushed it, he’d given her her space, let her have her time to calm down. 

He couldn’t even meet her eyes since he’d seen her huddled and afraid. 

She supposed… she could have been overreacting a little… 

After all, Sans hadn’t done anything to physically harm her, even when he was pulling her around- yes, his hand had been a bit tight, but she vaguely remembered something similar from her parents when she was younger and had almost walked into traffic, and she wasn't even bruised.

Blame it on her past. 

Sans’ angry look, his tight hand, towering over her, and suddenly she’d been back in time when her ex had thrown her down, gripping her neck tightly and shoving his dick down her throat to punish her, not stopping despite her choking and sputtering and nearly passing out. 

(Y/n) reached Sans and put her hand on his humerus, having decided that, even if she was mad at him, and still didn’t quite trust what was happening, she knew what it was like to be torn down, and couldn’t stand to see anyone else feel that way. 

Sans glanced at her sheepishly as he cooked, a bit of red tinging his nasal ridge. “th-thanks, sweetheart,” he murmured almost silently, sparing a glance to see if his brother was looking before he reached for her hand and quickly brought it to his teeth and nuzzling it in a lipless version of a kiss and letting it go to continue cooking. 

Papyrus somehow cleared his nonexistent throat and Sans’ cheekbones grew darker. 

Jesus, is it illegal to show affection here? (Y/n) wondered. 

“SO, ARE YOU PLANNING A TRIP OUT?” Papyrus asked, looking at his paper as though it didn’t matter to him, and (Y/n) saw that he was working on a crossword puzzle. 

She turned to Sans and touched his humerus again as she asked softly to minimize any squeaking, “please?” 

Sans’ sockets pressed closed, brow ridges pushing together. “a’... a’right… b-but not far, an’ not fer long,” he insisted nervously. 

(Y/n) smiled at him, tugging his arm in joy, and Sans swore his soul was about to burst. stars… that smile… 

“I SUPPOSE I SHALL COME WITH YOU, THEN. I’D HATE FOR YOU TO BE DUSTED, TAKING A SIMPLE WALK THROUGH TOWN,” Papyrus declared, as though Sans wasn’t competent to make it through town by himself. 

Didn’t Sans walk around by himself every day…? 

(Y/n) shook this off, deciding not to let the rude skeleton ruin her mood. 

“that’s nice a ya, paps, but ya don’t gotta-” Sans started, but his brother cut him off. 

“NO, NO, SANS, I’LL COME WITH YOU,” he was saying it as though he was doing Sans a favor. “BEST TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T GET INTO MORE TROUBLE THAN YOU CAN HANDLE.” 

“boss,” Sans started, looking over, though still down, but his eyelights stopped on (Y/n)’s feet, or, more accurately, the socks on her feet. Cute, ankle high, black with a black lace trim… He felt his face heat a bit as his tongue slid over the edge of his teeth. 

“END OF DISCUSSION, SANS,” Papyrus said, with a tone of finality. 

“y-yeah, ok… s-sure, boss. whatever ya say…” Sans didn’t even remember what he was agreeing to as his eyelights roved over his sweetheart’s socks and calves. He could only look away and turn back to the stove when she turned away to go sit at the table. 

(Y/n) felt a swell of satisfaction and determination in her chest; getting a layout of the town and learning how to get there would be very helpful in escaping. 

A/N: I like to think that, even if it's UnderFell, Papyrus still knows more than he lets on, and tries to help Sans by getting him to do things he knows will help, like taking Sweetheart out, so she doesn't feel so trapped and starts to hate Sans. Also, I split it here, because next chapter, we're going into town!

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Captive Love   9

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sans and Papyrus argue, sparking some of the memories Sans would rather not remember. Sweetheart is pissed.

A/N: Be glad this one isn't as long as it could have been had I just let loose... because- WARNING this chapter has a couple of Sans' memories of Gaster and his abuse. They are between the ~~~ lines. I'll put a quick safe read in the end notes.    Sweetheart is pissed now, and isn't having anymore of Sans' shit... cunning little thing..

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Bad memories.

She had been kidnapped. 

Adultnapped.

Whatever… 

The pain of the betrayal twisted her stomach and made tears gather at the edges of her eyes. 

These two couldn't be trusted. 

Actually, Papyrus could probably be trusted a little; he hadn't lied to her. Despite, or maybe because of, his lack of polite social cues, he was almost a brutal amount of direct, not hiding things behind flowery prose.  

Sans, on the other hand, turned out to be sly. Saying all the right things to get her to trust him, having the right demeanor to get her to relax… planning who knows what in the meantime. 

(Y/n) glared at the bookcase across the room, her mind stewing in anger and hurt for a bit as Sans and his brother spoke somewhere outside the room, though close enough she could hear most of the conversation, definitely the parts from Papyrus, at least. 

"SHE'S GOING TO GET HERSELF, AND YOU, HURT. I WON'T STAND FOR IT!" Papyrus' voice was softer than usual, though still forceful. 

"not doin' it," Sans grumbled back. 

"IT'S FOR HER OWN GOOD," Papyrus insisted.

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 Sans walked down the hall, bare feet bones scuffing against the floor, shoulders hunched as though from the weight of the thick collar around his cervical vertebrae, medical gown floating about him slightly. 

"Hurry up, you worthless brat," the voice above him demanded, holed hand closing and swinging forward. 

Sans' small body jerked forward, flying through the air until he crashed against the side of a gurney and fell in a heap, unable to catch himself with his unmoving body, almost harsh enough to cause soul damage. 

"Or I'll use the more compliant of you two." 

"n-no!" Sans cried. "i-i'm jus' a bit tired 's all! d-don't-! i'll do what ya want, jus'- jus' leave pap outta this!" He scurried onto the gurney and laid down in his normal position. 

The pokes. 

The prods. 

The pricks of needles… 

The tests after endless tests. 

Not needing to be strapped down physically… 

"o-oooow! i-it hurts! p-please stop! gaster! aaaahhh!" Sans' young voice was surprisingly desperate in the air, but it did him no good. 

He fought, instinctually trying to get away from the pain. 

"Hold still, you little shit," Gaster growled, his hand stretching and pressing down flat in the air at his side. "You'll mess up the results."

Sans felt himself lose control of his body- unable to even blink while his jaw was set in a pained grimace, unable to move. 

Tears gathered at the corners of his sockets, but he still couldn't move, not even to cry out. 

. 

"S'all your fault."

Sans raced through the hall as the sound of an empty bottle falling to the floor echoed from the room behind him. 

stupid asshole, he thought, feeling the fear, anger, and hatred burning inside him. 

He skidded into his and Papyrus' room, reaching out and grabbing the smaller skeleton's humerus and pulling him to his feet from his curled position on the carpet and dragging him along as he continued on down the hall, shoving him into the small hall closet, taking a hidden rope, putting a loop at one end around the door handle, tossing the other end around the pole the coats were hanging on, and pulling it tight to wrap it around the handle and tying it before pressing him down into the farthest corner, crouching between him and the door and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. 

"it'll be ok, paps," he breathed. "idiot'll probably trip comin' up th' stairs an' knock 'imself out again." 

Uneven steps made their way up the stairs, slowly, which Sans knew made it less likely that he'd fall. 

"jus' gotta wait it out," he breathed as he tried to calm his small, crying brother, ignoring the tears trying to push at his own eyes. 

He refused to cry. 

He had to be strong for Paps. 

The uneven steps were in the hallway, making their way down towards their hiding space. 

Sans hugged Papyrus close, keeping them both as silent as possible. 

"'M gunna find you, and you're gunna get the punishment you have coming!" 

Sans hugged his brother's shivering form closer, breathing as quietly as possible. 

Sans felt the collar around his neck vertebrae get lighter and let go of Papyrus, pushing him further into the corner frantically before he couldn't move, lifted into the air and jerked so hard the rope holding the door closed snapped the rod, sending the coats and other hanging clothing raining down onto the floor, burying Papyrus under them as he crashed through the door and into the hall. 

Gaster was standing at the end of the hall, a fresh crack running from the top of his eye socket to somewhere on the top of his skull. 

Dust was still trickling slowly from the crack, and he was obviously a little tipsy, probably chugged the bottle of liquor on the floor downstairs after he'd gotten Asgore's anger. 

"See what you did, you worthless little shit?!" He demanded, turning Sans to see his new crack better. "Asgore's not happy with the results." 

's not my fault y're a failure, Sans thought at him, not my fault whatever y're tryin' ta do is impossible.  

Sans was pulled, still unable to move his own body, until he was within an arm's reach of Gaster. 

The first hit fell across his nasal ridge, the next his eye socket. They grew harder and harder, hits landing on his ribs as well as Gaster held him frozen and helpless as he hit him, taking out his rage. 

Sans could feel the cracks as they were made in his bones. It was going to hurt for a long time. 

you can take it, he told himself. you can take it. as long as he doesn't hurt paps. 

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 Sans shuddered as the memories flashed in front of his mind's eye. 

"that shit ain't good fer anyone," he muttered. 

"SHE NEEDS IT, SANS. TO KEEP HER OUT OF DANGER! SHE NEEDS A COL-" 

"i ain't doin' it, paps!" He cut him off, his voice rising. "i'm not gonna put a collar on 'er! not on my sweetheart! i ain't puttin' 'er through that shit!" 

"SANS," Papyrus tried, but he was cut off again. 

"no, paps! it ain't happenin', end a story!" Sans turned, his sneakers squeaking as he stormed back to his room. 

The door slammed behind him, and he let out a growl, his sharp teeth grinding together as he stomped his way to where (Y/n) had been glaring out the window. 

She was frozen, her wide eyes on Sans as he got closer, trying to tell her body to get ready to move in case she had to dodge something. 

When he got to her, though, he just grabbed her and pulled her against his ribs, burying his face in her hair, then nuzzling his way into the crook of her neck. 

"i ain't doin' it… i won't do it…" he assured in a soft whisper. "don't worry, sweetheart," he told her, trying to ignore all of the flinching she was doing, though he felt each one as a prick to his soul. “i’ll keep ya safe…”

(Y/n) didn't care what Sans said, he was keeping her here against her will. 

She hadn't even seen any monsters, or any signs of a town between here and the small tops of the city buildings in the distance. 

She was going to leave. 

Fuck this situation, she was leaving it. 

She was glad that she hadn't given Sans her number. The last thing she wanted was to  ever  hear from him again when she got out. 

.

Sans tried to get her to go down to dinner with them, but she refused. 

Not only did she not want to see either of them, let alone be around them, because she was so angry, but with the way they'd argued, she didn't want to be in the area if something started again. 

Sans brought her up some food, and the only reason she ate it was to have enough energy to escape. 

When it came time to go to sleep, Sans climbed in the bed, getting comfortable for sleep, wondering why his sweetheart was acting so strange, keeping an eye on her. 

When she was ready to sleep, she stood from the desk chair she'd pulled up to the window and took a pillow from the bed before laying on the floor next to the bed. 

Sans' skull contorted in confusion. "wh-what're ya doin', sweetheart?" 

She didn't answer, at all. Not even lifting a hand to give him the finger. 

Sweat started beading on his skull as Sans rubbed at his sternum to try to ease the pain that had shot through his soul. 

"s-sweetheart, what're ya doin' on th’ floor?" 

She still didn't move. 

Sans growled in irritation, his hand fisting in his shirt. what th’ fuck? He wondered. "what're ya pissed at me fer?" He demanded. She flinched at his harsh tone and he let out another growl, this time of frustration at himself for making her flinch. 

Sans ground his teeth as he held back his anger. 

"fine then. sleep on th' fuckin' floor," he grumbled as he aggressively turned over and got comfortable.

He tossed and turned for a while, stubborn as ever, but eventually, when he still couldn't sleep, he threw the blanket off. "ya ain't sleepin' alone on th' fuckin' floor," he grumbled to himself, walking around the bed and picking her up to place her on the bed. 

(Y/n) moved to get off the bed as soon as he moved out of the way, but he stopped her, holding her against him as he got onto the bed and tried to get comfortable. 

"stop it," he hissed at her as she tried to squirm away. "go ta sleep." 

(Y/n) couldn't move, stuck where she was, trapped in his arms. 

She grumbled, but knew that sleep was important to get for escaping. And, since Sans wasn't trying anything more than keeping her in bed, and she couldn't get away anyway, she decided to get as much as she could. 

The city had looked pretty far away earlier.

A/N: Also! I'm doing a 2,000 followers special where I'm doing requests (answering questions and stuff) if you want to participate or whatever! 😁

~~~ Gaster does experiments on Sans using a leather collar around his throat to control him completely (physical control of his body, he can't even blink), and threats against Papyrus to keep him in line. . Gaster is pissed because Asgore gave him a permanent crack in his skull due to no progress in his research, gets tipsy and beats Sans- Sans makes his priority to get Papyrus as safe as possible, hidden in a closet, using a rope to secure the door, trying to keep him calm, making sure that he's not holding onto him so he doesn't accidentally drag him out when he feels Gaster taking control of him through the collar. Keeps himself motivated through the beating by telling himself that he can take it as long as it's not Paps getting hit. ~~~ I made it a bit vague on their relationship, because I didn't want it to necessarily be direct parental abuse, like, maybe their parents died and they were put with their uncle Gaster, or maybe Gaster is just the royal scientist and they were put in his care, either as a "wards of the state" kinda thing, or they were taken from their family/ given up and given to him to experiment on. Sans... promises to protect don't make you not a creep... they just kinda make you yandere... Til next week!

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Captive Love   11

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart's escape! Sans's anxiety... Sweetheart has anxiety, too.

A/N: So... Here's one of the parts I've been really excited to put out! I must be messed up, though, because... Sweetheart has flashbacks and an anxiety attack... I'll put the ~~~ so you can avoid the triggering stuff. Sans pretty much sums it up, but I also put a sum up in the end notes. Also, tumblr is a bitch to edit on, which is why it’s taking me so long to update! Sometimes I kinda just feel like posting a link to the chapter on Ao3... kinda feel torn, though, since you won’t get to see the words or anything if it’s reblogged or whatever. What d’ya think? 

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The great escape.

The door downstairs closed loudly, waking (Y/n) with a jolt.

She looked around, seeing a blanket over herself. She didn’t remember that being there before she fell asleep.

There was a soft, muffled snoring above her and she looked up, Sans’ body stretched out before her in the puddle of his coat, the book he’d been reading laying open on his face.

(Y/n) tried to sit up, but an arm tightened around her ribs. She looked down and noticed that  while she’d thought that his arm was just laying down on the bed, it was draped over her, hand tightening at her shirt and holding her close. The other seemed to be tangled in a mess of her hair.

Holy crap, how did this even happen? She wondered.

She decided that it didn’t matter. Nothing about it mattered. It didn’t mean anything, and it didn’t change her plans to get out.

She could hear Papyrus getting closer from the sound of his stomping footsteps coming down the hallway. He seemed to pause outside Sans’ door, and she wondered what he was doing for the moments before he opened the door.

“SANS, WAKE UP, YOU LAZY PILE OF BONES!” He called, taking in the sight in front of him as his brother stirred. “SANS, WHAT IS THAT TRASH ON YOUR FACE?”

(Y/n) looked up as Sans swiped the book away so it hit the floor on the other side of his bed a bit violently. “nothin’ paps, jus’ somethin’ i’s readin’ ta sweetheart,” he assured. Hastily.

That didn’t sound suspicious at all…

Was particle theory some secretly sexy thing? Was there something in there that she didn’t realize was dirty? Was he- was he reading her porn without her realizing it?!

She knew that monsters supposedly turned to dust when they died, which lent itself to a theory that monsters were made of particles instead of cells, so… was it some weird sexual thing?!

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heating, and she made sure to keep her face hidden from the two skeletons.

.

Another night of awful dinner, though she was able to eat some salad and bread to fill herself and avoid much of the lasagna, thanks to Sans’ shopping trip, out of the way, and they all retired to their rooms, Papyrus to practice battle strategy and study traps, (Y/n) and Sans to his room.

(Y/n) got the book from the floor where it had landed and brought it to Sans where he was kicked back on the bed.

“ya- ya want me ta read ya more a that?” He asked nervously.

(Y/n) shook her head, putting the book on the bed and making the motions for writing on paper.

“s-sorry, sweetheart, i told ya; i can’t read human writin’, yet.” She scowled at him and slapped the bed before making the writing sign again. Sans jumped back in surprise at her actions, standing and going to his desk. “shit, doll, a’right-! ya planning ta take notes or some shit?” He asked a bit roughly as he tossed the pad of paper and pencil on the bed at her. She seemed pleased, so he sat back on the bed.

She waited for him to get comfortable before handing him the pad and pencil. He looked at them in confusion, then watched her open the book and point at the words, then pointed at him and signed writing again.

“doll, i’m tellin’ ya; i can’t write anythin’ y’re gonna understand,” he told her.

She held the book open and tapped at the page to get his attention there before pointing to each individual letter.

“i’m not holdin’ anythin’ back from ya, doll, i sw-” he insisted, cut off as she slapped the bed again with a scowl.

She jabbed her fingers at the letters and nearly growled, “uhl-fuhb…t!”

“ya- ya want me ta write th’ alphabet?” He asked in surprise.

“Yehs!” She declared with a slight, adorable, squeak, thrusting her arms in the air and falling back on the bed in obvious frustration.

Sans’ grin widened at the sight before he was over her, his face pressed to her collarbone, his arms wrapping around her to give a squeeze. “y’re jus’ so fuckin’ cute, ya know that, sweetheart?” He asked, nuzzling her as he hid his blush. (Y/n) was frozen in surprise, but was about to push him away when he continued, “an’ smart. but, if we’re gonna do that, let’s get one that ain’t so technical.” Sans climbed from the bed, taking the book with him, stuffed it on the shelf behind some other books and pulled off a different one.

He’d been glad that she couldn’t read the old school, common monster print, so he could make up whatever he wanted the book to ‘say’, but now that she was trying to learn to read it… the thought of her learning that he read books focused the relationships of the characters, that was a bit soft for the tough image he kept up, it’d embarrass him very badly, and if it got out that he read that kind of stuff- he’d be attacked, not only verbally, by most monsters, but physically by some of them as well; the ones who thought they were going to look big and strong by killing the brother of one of the Royal Guard’s Commanders.

Sans wrote all of the characters of the monster’s common alphabet, leaving space around each one, then his name at her insistence.

“sans,” he read it to her, making the sound of each letter as she pointed to it, then watched as she made some weird kind of notes underneath. “ss. aa. nn. ss.”

(Y/n) nodded as she looked at her work. Well, now she knew how to spell his name. She pointed to the corresponding letters of his name in the alphabet that he’d written, and, getting the same sounds, wrote the letters under them.

She found words in the book, starting with the short ones, having him read the whole sentence, then the words one at a time, to check the grammar, and then the individual letters of her chosen words until she had a letter for almost all of the symbols. There seemed to be a symbol for the sounds ‘ch’ ‘sh’ and something she could only figure as ‘cs’ which was like a soft c, almost s sound.

Sans scratched the back of his skull before reaching down and tossing his shoes off. “flower. sweetheart, ya done, yet? ‘cause i’m done being treated like a fuckin’ speak’n spell fer th’ night. got shit ta do in th’ mornin’,” he told her, sounding tired as he got comfy on the bed.

(Y/n) wrote a couple more notes, then closed the book, took the paper from the pad and stuck it where she wouldn’t forget to take it with her when she left; it would come in handy to read any signs.

She was as stubborn as the previous nights, taking her pillow and laying on the floor, much to Sans’ irritation.

Another night of falling asleep on the floor, Sans wrapping his body around her, and waking up on the bed. She wasn’t surprised at this point, though she wondered how he got her up on the bed without waking her.

.

Come on, she thought at them, particularly Sans, as she stared at the book she was again studying, I was still here yesterday when you went shopping- I didn’t leave, you can trust me. Go to work, or whatever it is you do…

Sans was shooting hesitant looks at her, but did leave her alone in the room with a reminder of how dangerous monsters could be to humans. She would have thought that he was threatening her, but the way he looked so nervous, it was definitely that he was warning her to stay safe. Inside.

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(Y/n) waited.

She ate some of the salad and bread for breakfast, not wanting to make herself sick right before her trip, and continued to wait.

After two and a half hours, she felt like if either of the skeletons had been worried about her sneaking out, they would have given up and either come to check on her, or gone off to the next thing by then and she should be ok to go.

She dressed in the most covering black clothing she’d found in the bag to help her blend into the shadows, ending up in a tight pair of leggings and a loose, off the shoulder shirt landing in a very flattering cut at almost mid thigh.

It did leave her neck a bit exposed, but she was going to use her sneaking ability to the best of her, well, ability, mostly staying hidden for protection.

She stuffed her feet into her shoes, glad that she had sensible, comfortable, black shoes as required for work, though they looked a little clunky paired with the skin tight leggings.

Pfft. Not like I’m trying to win any fashion awards or anything, anyway, she chided herself as she looked all over through the fields around the outside of the door before slowly making her way out.

She kept her back to the house as she slowly navigated her way around it to the side with the city in the far distance.

Sans felt a bead of sweat run down his skull as he hurried toward the house, pausing under the tree sheltering the echo flowers he’d brought up, the ground muddy and wet from how much water they needed.

Something was not sitting right in his nonexistent gut. Something was too strange about the way his sweetheart had been acting, and he felt the need to go check on her, if only to ease his own worries.

If she was fine, he could pop back to work, no problem, if not- he would fix it.

As Sans started forward again, he saw the gleaming silver of spun webs.

His eyes focused more, sweeping the field to pick out more of the webbing, seeing a trap set, and he could guess who it was meant for.

fuckin’ spider bitch can’t keep ta her own fuckin’ business… he cursed, crouching to conceal himself as his eyes moved over the area to gather all the information he could.

He saw the hint of a strange shadow at the edge of the grass, the fuzzy body of a spider about half the size of the annoying dog; one of Muffet’s minions, and one that wasn’t the type to travel alone.

He cursed silently again, his eyes sweeping over the place it was heading, obviously on the hunt, tracking their prey.

There- he saw a flash of skin, a hand steadying its owner so as to not trip, just at the corner, on the other side of the house.

Sans used a shortcut to the grass just past her, still crouching to stay hidden.

Just as he could see her about to break away from the house and head out into the open field, a glance showing him that the spiders were poised and ready to scurry into action chasing after her, Sans shot out of the grass silently, grabbing (Y/n)’s arm and jerking her around the  next corner, out of the line of sight of the spiders.

(Y/n)’s back was once again slammed into a wall, Sans in front of her, his hand over her mouth as he caged her in, his eyes studying the side of the house she’d just been on as he quietly growled, “what th’ fuck ya thinkin’?!”

She was too surprised to react for a moment, and when he was satisfied that whatever he was looking for wasn’t there, his angry eyelights turned to meet her eyes.

“huh?! what don’t ya get ‘bout it bein’ dangerous fer ya ta be out here?!” His voice was soft, as though he didn’t want to alert someone to their position, but (Y/n) still didn’t see anyone around.

He was playing it up for her benefit, trying to trick her, she knew it…

“how th’ fuck’d ya even survive this long?! ya run ’round defenseless an’ soft, kissin’ strange, scary fuckin’ monsters an’ passin’ out ‘n front a ‘em, try'n wander through fields fulla monsters that wanna cat’cha an’ eat'cha- what th’ fuck did ya think ya were gonna do- skip yer way through th’ fuckin’ town fulla monsters an’ get through wit th’ power’a kindness or some shit?!” He hissed at her.

(Y/n) had thought Papyrus was the intimidating brother, but Sans was pretty intimidating himself when his eyelights were missing from his sockets, his anger twisting his face as he held her motionless against the wall of the house, bony hand over her mouth.

He looked around the house again before dragging her with him as he went down to the other corner, peeking around to check it before dragging her with him again, into the house and tossing her toward the couch, making her stumble back and fall onto it awkwardly, her eyes glued to him as he locked the locks on the door and stormed down over to the couch.

Sans’ red magic yanked her feet to him and he ripped her shoes from her feet, taking them with him as he stormed down a hall, then made his way back, her shoes missing, though she’d heard the sounds of more locks.

He stopped next to the couch, grabbing her to drag with him again, but stopping at the bottom of the stairs, holding her with one hand while the other smacked at the wall until he found what he was looking for and pulled a hidden door open.

(Y/n) only got to see a sliver of what was inside, lights flickering before filling the space with harsh, fluorescent brightness. There were a couple of strange machines that kicked to life, but none of them were what Sans was going for, apparently, as he grabbed whatever he was looking for from the wall near the door and walked back out, flicking the lights off and slamming the door closed before again dragging her, this time up the stairs to his room.

His door shut with a loud bang, Sans stopping and holding the item in his fist up as he pushed her forward so she fell on the bed.

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(Y/n) quickly turned and rightened herself enough that she could fling herself into motion if she needed to. Her eyes went up to watch Sans, attentive to find any clues from his behavior that she’d need to survive.

His eyelights were trained on the thing in his fist, which was glowing a little with his red magic, but the expression on his face was torn.

“i didn’t wanna do this,” he murmured. “i was tryna spare ya from it, but…” Sans’ eyelights turned back to her, sadness hidden behind his anger as he advanced on her, keeping her trapped between him and the bed. “but ya fuckin’ hada make me. ya took the decision outta my hands, sweetheart. ‘f i’m gonna keep ya safe, i have ta be able to…”

(Y/n) felt the fear growing in her belly as she shrank down away from him, her eyes unable to look away from his.

It was a bad ending.

Punishment.

He was pissed off and was going to punish her to assert his dominance, to keep her under his control, show her what happened when she displeased him.

No… no, please, her mind begged, unable to get the words out, though her mouth had been trained not to let any sounds out. Please- help… I’m sorry-!  

Her eyes slammed shut as he stepped closer, her whole body flinching away, her face flinching again as she tried to keep the panic in her system down. Her arms flinched, stopping themselves as they started to move up to defend herself as he leaned over her.

Something soft but sturdy wrapped around her neck.

Oh god- don’t strangle me- oh god, please don’t strangle me-! She heard the sound of a buckle and her fear was instantly doubled. No biting, no biting, no biting, she tried to prepare herself, fighting the tears stinging at her ducts. Biting will make it worse- worse might be accidentally killing you…  

Suddenly, light was shining through her eyelids and she heard the door slam closed again.

(Y/n) opened her eyes, finding herself alone in Sans’ room. She quickly looked around to take stock of the situation, making sure she was actually alone, before getting up and grabbing the chair from near the window, using it to jam the door closed before she took the blanket off the bed and huddled on the other side of it from the door.

The tears started washing down her face as she wrapped herself around a pillow, her body rocking slightly as she fought the panic that had taken hold of her gut.

I’m ok, she told herself. I’m ok, he didn’t do anything. He didn’t hurt me. Didn’t even rip my clothes. I’ll still get out- just… just gotta wait for the right opportunity… I’ll make it. I’ve survived before, I can do it again.  

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Sans sat in the hall with his back against his door, draining large gulps from a nearly empty bottle of cheap whiskey and chasing it with gulps of mustard.

He could feel his sins crawling on his back.

He felt fucking disgusting.

The look of fear in her eyes as he got closer to her, the full body tremble- the way she looked like she’d rather fall down and dust than let him touch her as he put the collar on her and buckled it…

He should be comforting her- he wanted to be in there comforting her, telling her that it was ok, he wasn’t going to hurt her- that he’d never hurt her! But he was the one that had caused this state of fear, and he could only hope that she’d calm down enough that he could comfort her soon.

stars, sweetheart, ‘m sorry, he thought miserably as he took another long gulp, finishing the bottle in his hand and squirting mustard between his teeth, ignoring the tears and soul tearing pain in his chest before he buried his skull against his knees, his humeri pressing around it, wrists dangling from the top of his knees, mustard in one hand, the empty bottle in the other. ‘m so fuckin’ sorry…  

A/N: SAFE RECAP That thing Sans got out of the secret room was a collar, and when he went to put it on her, she had a flashback of punishment from her abusive ex. Of course, Sans couldn't stand to see her like that, hated himself for causing it, and left to go be self destructive on his own. Also... heh, the book that Sans was reading to Sweetheart... not a textbook. More a romance novel. lol.