Can I take you to Dinner? Mafi-fell!Sans x Reader. [COMPLETED]

Can I take you to dinner?

Your two-block walk to work was freezing. Bitter wind carved at your sides, attacking you with vicious chill.

Clutching said sides, you hugged your coat tighter to your frame as you continued against the wind to the restaurant front. That jerk left you awake for hours last night-! You had made up your mind- Sans the skeleton- as 'charming' as he was in the cupboard yesterday- was nothing more than a pompous arrogant—!! The restaurant had appeared, bitter thoughts vanishing as you clung to the door handle, keys jingling as you turned the lock. You burst in with a whip of the wind, the door hitting you bluntly on the way in.

Frowning, you rubbed the now tender small of your back, throwing a glance to the clock. 5:10am. "Ah!! I'm sorry I'm late Grillby!!" You screeched, quickly undoing your coat and stumbling in the process as you sprinted into the pass.

You thrust your coat aside, the sash of your apron finding your waist encompassing it tightly as you looked round at the empty space. "Grillby?" You called, your slight echo being the only reverberating response. After a moment you shrugged, leaning against the pass window with a relieved sigh: "I'm NOT late..." You grinned to yourself despite the dull throbbing in your lower back. Rubbing it tenderly with a hum of glee, you whirled over in a swirl of black to the blank menu board, listing all the usual specials as Grillby would've normally asked of you, just to keep you busy as the rest could be done in a snap- that, and he couldn't write in English.

Leaning over, the dull pain suddenly spiked, you hissing as the sharp pain.... melted?? You didn't know what it was, but you felt a warm, tingling sensation numbing the small of your back, as if someone was massaging it in slow circles. You gave a smile of surrender, letting out a relaxed moan as you stretched under the soothing pressure. A deep chuckle of amusement came from behind, your eyes jarring open in a barely registrative manner, the tingling spreading from your back to your hips.

Dropping the chalk, feeling better than you had since your childhood, you let the foreign feeling continue it's slow roaming until a knee was pressed between your legs, hips now being pressed gently into the counter. Lips parted, you felt a hand tilt your chin left, warm breath grazing your pinked cheek before you came face to face with a certain grin: "Mornin'"

The scream you made that day could've caused a seismic quake.

"Woah, woah, easy killer!" He rumbled pleasantly as you ripped out of his grip, pressing flush against the counter whilst fumbling the space behind you in hopes of a weapon. ... You found a whisk, that was something. You held it infront of you threateningly, in hopes it would look lethal. You were met with a barking laugh. "Whatever makes you feel safe sweets." The skeletal figure grinned, leaning back against the counter. "You again-?! Why-Why are you here??!" You squeaked before damning your lilted voice, coughing. "Ahem, What are you doing here??!" You tried again lowly which made him all the more amused.

"How rude, not even gonna ask for a name??" He teased. "Why are you here?" You glowered, raising the whisk. The skeleton scoffed, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Well, glad you asked sweetums! Name's Sans, Sans the skeleton." He outstretched his skinless porcelain hand only to have you smack it away with the whisk. He chuckled to himself, his hand retreating back into his pocket: "Ooh- Feisty, I could learn to like that..." He winked. You blanched. "Now that we're done with the formalities, what do you want from me? You heckled poor Grillby and flaunted yourself enough yesterday!" You frowned, whisk at the ready. "Ah! Now we're getting somewhere! Ya see, I was hopin' to introduce myself further over dinner down at the Ritz tonight; Ya gonna accompany a lonely skeleton to a fancy-dance restaurant??" He offered his hand again, grinning.

You were silent for a second, Sans seeing your eyes flicker, smirking as he watched you silently lay out your options. There was no way you could say no to him, he was Sans the damn skeleton- the toughest capo this cheap-pile of a city had ever seen-! A victorious grin was slowly creeping up into his features, but it was too early. "... Are you hearing  yourself? You pummeled my boss within an inch of his life, you scared to death our every customer- came strolling in destroying things all for a box of.... I dunno what!! And you dare to ask, no, have the outright hide to ask me to dinner after all you've done?!" He opened his mouth before you cut him off- frustrated. "NO! I would never go to dinner with someone so callous, corrupt and-!! UGH! I'm sick of people showing up in my life to take what they want from it-! Never is my answer, you gave me a choice and I made it- now leave before I call the police!"

It was then the chuckle came; dangerous, dark, down-right threatening as it rolled on his tongue. The very same one that caused an outburst of shivers. "Oh, honey..." he began in low rumble, your eyes widening in terror as he advanced towards you slowly, stopping one foot short, crimson eye glowing with silent rage as the door chimed- your head turning towards it, hopeful before Sans gripped you.

"I wasn't askin'..."

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You felt the world shift round you as he gripped your arm, whirring through the dark before you were thrust onto a mattress with a yelp. Glaring up at your captor through the shadow, you prepared for the worst only to have him stare distantly, misplacing the look in his eyes for longing. He then grunted in command: "Clean her up for dinner, I want her spotless." He called out to what seemed no-one particularly before he disappeared in what would soon be his trademark puff-of-smoke routine.

Looking around at the four corners of the shadows, beyond confused, you sworn you could've heard a slow scuttle and scuff of legs against the floral walls.  Now, you had only had to bare witness to few large spiders to know what that dreaded sound was like, and you were shaking at the very image- Sudden light flooded the room, you blinking in terror. "Ell'o Mademoiselle!"

Seismic scream counter: 2

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"FUCK!!" Sans growled, hefting a large book and throwing it to an uncharted part of the room in hopes to ease his frustrations. It never worked. He just wanted dinner, was that too much to ask?! Wait- he didn't exactly ask- ugh, she was making this too complicated. She was beautiful, sure, but an easy win? Hell no-! But it made him more determined to try. He wasn't about to beg, and he didn't necessarily want to kidnap her either, but god-damn she made it difficult to not scream out, rejecting him flatly and to put, embarrassing him.

He was in a position of power, and such people didn't tolerate the word 'no'. Nor the way she glowered and glared. His hands flew to the sides of his skull in attempt to calm himself, easing himself into his bed, he needed to keep a leash on the temper that got him his title in the first place. But, the way she looked on that bed was another story, another story completely. Sans sighed, flopping backwards onto his own bed. If Muffet wasn't in that room, then he wouldn't have stopped there. Heck, even if Muffet was in the room he wouldn't of stopped... So why did he??

He hoped to god it wasn't guilt.