Sans x Reader !Requests Open! Relaunch

Yandere! Horror x Fem! Reader

(Art is not mine ;;; there will be rape/ non- con, I'll put dividers so you can skip over it if you so choose)

Requested by: Kirishimas_Crocs_OwO

(Reader's p.o.v)

            Another day in this hell hole, huh? God, I really thought I was dead after last night. I guess he really did have no intention to kill me, but did he seriously think I could love him after all he's done? He was crazy, no... Beyond even that now. Maybe in the beginning it could've worked out if he wasn't so... obsessive.

          Truth be told he isn't that bad looking, and when he tries he certainly can be quite a sexy monster. No, had it not been for his crazy behavior this really would've turned out differently. Too late now. I looked to the shed's bloody floor, trying to ignore the cold bite of the shackles keeping me here. Thoughts swirled in my head, of how things used to be, all the different ways this maybe should've gone.

            All thought stopped when I heard the chain outside being opened. He was back. My body instinctively pulled itself into a ball, muscles tensing in fear. Creeeeaaak, footsteps, a pink slipper. I closed my eyes, turning my face to the hard floor I lay on. A sigh broke the silence, before shuffling of fabric could be heard. Sans' cold fingers brushed over my cheek softly, before slipping down and grabbing my chin. He coaxed me to look up at him, despite my protests. His swollen red eye was half lidded in a gentle expression that didn't belong to him.

          "you have to eat, (y/n)" his husky voice would've been pleasant had this been a better situation. I didn't answer, hadn't been for the last 3 days.... why start now. Another sigh, but this time he was insistent "you remember how scarce food is here, right Treat?" I hated that nickname, only clamping my teeth in reply. Sans stared at me for what felt like forever before deciding to look over at the tray of food he brought. Likely with human meat on it. "I love you to much to watch you starve. you don't have to suffer with me, it's ok. Please, eat?" He sounded desperate, loving almost. But I knew better, he really gave name to the term 'Monster'. No reply. Sans' façade began to fall apart, his fingers starting to press into the sides of my jaw. Slowly, painfully, he pried my teeth apart and held my mouth open before reaching over and taking some food. He offered it on a fork first, a piece of someone's face. Their dead, blank eye staring right into mine as it was held up to me.

        I gagged, fighting harder to get out of his hold. Sans snarled, shoving the flesh of their cheek and eye into my mouth, his fingers harshly forcing it down my throat. Tears streamed down my face, body shaking and trying to heave up the unwanted "food". Sans let go and I fell to the side, hacking and dry heaving. My throat burned, guts twisting but I wouldn't dare throw it up. The last time I threw up what Sans gave me was terrifying. He didn't tolerate wasting food. I couldn't say I blamed him.

         He seemed satisfied when I stopped convulsing, a smile stretching across his wretched face. I really want to wipe that look away. I scowled at him, face twisting into a look of pure hate. It only made him laugh, " Oh, Treat... Don't look at me like that..."
I hated him. He pinned me to the floor, forcing my hands above my head "after all... That's no way to treat your lover" he smiled, leaning down to kiss me. I glared, working up all the saliva I could before spitting on his face. He jolted back, scowling as he wiped the spit off, a snarl ripping through him before he slammed into me harshly.

!!!!!!RAPE!!!!!!!

His ribs encasing mine and crushing the air from my lungs. My mouth opened wide in a gasp, desperate to get any air in I could. Sans took the opportunity to smash his teeth into mine. His slimly, fat tongue violating my mouth. I tried to bite it but he only moaned,  dammed masochist. He pushed into me further, leg sliding between my clamped thighs. Despite my efforts to keep them closed, he was much stronger. Seemingly effortlessly he opened them and began to gently rub the area in between. I groaned, twisting and in anyway to try and escape.

     It was no use. It never worked. He released my mouth, my lungs greedily sucking in air as he moved to my neck. All his sucking and licked only making me feel disgusting. Violated. "Please.... Stop..." I whispered, voice hoarse from misuse. and the screaming. Sans slammed his knee into me hard, his arm blocking my body as it jolted and crunched in. I let out a pained cry, chains rattling from the motion. "never tell me to stop, (y/n). Lovers don't beg to stop" Sans' voice was dark, sending a shiver of fear throughout my whole body. oh god please. Save me.

     Sans continued as if he hadn't just hurt me. So far gone in his delusion of love, he began to undress us both. Had this been consensual, Sans really did everything wonderfully. The only reason my body was turned on now. I turned my face away, I didn't want to look at him. The nightmares of him always got worse when I looked at his face. This nightmare was real. My hatred only built as he played with my body, moaning and panting as he lost himself. He only ever looked to get himself off. I cringed upon feeling his cock press to my clit, the tip running over the little nub in slow motions. I whimpered, just waiting for him to get this over with. Anything for him to just leave.

      The pain was no better. He forced himself in and started at a harsh pace, never even considering how awful it felt for me. He only moaned and gasped, pumping himself in faster, bone slamming in and darkening the bruises on my hips. It hurts. I wanted to scream from the pain, but I bit my lip. It was never good to scream. Sans leaned down, hot breath hitting my neck "your so good, Treat. i love you, i love you... " His voice faded, mumbles and whispers coming from him as he stayed completely inside his little fantasy of this all being ok. Of me actually loving him... Of this being what i want. How sick he could ignore the truth like this. With one last thrust, he bit my neck and stilled before releasing his sticky seed into me. So gross, I feel so disgusting.

!!!!Clear!!!!

       Sans took a moment to catch his breath, before collapsing next to me. He snuggled my back, as if i wanted to be with him. Slowly he drifted to sleep almost peacefully, happy, a few hours later I'd wept myself to sleep as well. I awoke to coldness and movement. Frightened I opened my eyes only to be in someone's chest. Fear over took me, but I looked up anyway. It was Papyrus. He was crying, looking distraught as he carried me through the snowy forest.

      "Give her back, Papyrus! She's mine!" Sans' voice rang through the forest, my body cringing from the sound alone. "Paps...?" I croaked, hand weakly grabbing onto his shirt. He looked down, happy and scared "(Y/N)! YOUR OK!! I'm trying to get you away from Sans. I'm trying to save you" Very rarely had I ever heard Paps so serious. Suddenly an axe flew out of the trees. Tears sprouted as Papyrus got hit, the back of his neck cut and bleeding as he stumbled and fell to the snowy ground, his grip lost. My back hit a tree, knocking the wind out of me. Through blurry vision i saw Sans walk over and grab his cleaver, before swinging the blade to the kneeling Papyrus. I'm sorry he mouthed as our eyes met. Sans' cold voice cut the deafening silence "She doesn't need saving"