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Not Worthless (Grillby/Sans Spanking)

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Sans stretched over the bar counter and groaned as he felt his joints snap. He crossed his arms and buried his face in his blue sleeves. "Can I get another bottle Grilbz?"  He mumbled through the fabric. After a moment he felt the familiar heat of his flaming friend in front of him.

"What did you want Sans?"

Sans dragged his drunken head up to face the bartender. "I'll tell ya what I want," he drawled, gesturing with his empty ketchup bottle. "I want some more of the good stuff!" He claimed, slamming said bottle onto the counter.

"Sans, you're clearly drunk. I can't give you any more and keep a good conscious." He waved at the last of his customers as they left. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"Not unless you can make miracles..." Sans mumbled. The familiar heat washed over him as Grillby came to sit next to him.

Grillby wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Is everything okay Sans?"

The skeleton was suddenly in tears. "No it's not!"  He slammed his hands against the wooden counter. "It's not okay!"

Grillby jumped a bit from the outburst but quickly scooted closer to comfort the sobbing skeleton, encouraging him to talk to him.

"It's all just so messed up ya'know? I don't understand why I can't just forget about everything that's happened!" He scrubbed his eye-sockets with his sleeve. "Why can't all this crap about the resets and everything else just get out of my head?"

He nodded, having already learned about resets from Sans after the barrier was broken. He was used to hearing him ramble about them by now.

"All this stress and pressure of trying to pay for our new house and being there for Pap ... it reminds me of when me n' Papyrus used to live with, him." He uttered the word with visible distaste.

Grillby nodded and brought the small skeleton closer, letting own heat warm the cold, shivering bones. He knew Sans had a deep hatred for his late abusive  father "It's okay Sans, you don't have to worry about him anymore remember?"

"I know, I know but," he pulled out of the fireman's grip. "I think I actually Miss the jerk... well... not 'him' but the release I got when he'd punish me. Just the freedom of not worrying about when I messed up because I knew there were consequences. Ya get what I'm saying?"

He didn't, so he asked Sans to explain.

"It just feels so wrong. I just... I honestly just wish someone would take me over their knee if ya know what I mean..."

"Sans?" Grillby pulled him close again to show he was listening. "You want someone to spank you?"

His skull whipped around to face Grillby and a dark blush spread across his face before hiding in his sleeves again. "Yes! Yes, I want to be spanked, I've wanted it for so long but it's not like I can just ask someone, they'd think I'mma disgusting freak!"

Grillby didn't know what to say. The tension in Sans' words contrasted deeply with the silence that weighed between them now.

Sans let out a choked sob. "Great, now you probably think I'm disgusting don't you? Good job Sansy you've scared away the one friend you have..." He moved to slide out of the stool but was stopped by two strong arms yanking him into a warm embrace.

"I don't think you're disgusting! Sans, you're my friend and I'm here for you alright?" The small skeleton's bones shook as he spoke. He could sense the fear they held, the fear of rejection and never getting the relief he so desperately needed. "Look, I understand okay? Everyone has their own way of dealing with this kind of stuff but just because what you want is different doesn't mean it's wrong."

Sans let the warmth seep into his being. The sound of Grillby's crackling flames was so calming, it made him feel safe and welcome. "Y-you don't think I'm disgusting? Really?"

"Really. If you want to be spanked and think it'll help you then I'd say find someone you trust and just ask them. If they really care about you then they won't mind helping you out." The small skeleton shifted to press his cheek bone against his chest.

"Grillby?" He asked quietly. "W-would you do it?"

The fire-elemental was taken aback. He didn't expect Sans to ask him but, if that's really what he needed then he was willing to help him. However he knew Sans was a bit under the influence and he wanted to make sure he was one hundred percent serious about this. "Yes, but not tonight. You're drunk, if we are going to do this, I want you to be in the right state of mind."

Sans seemed to perk up when he agreed but groaned at the statement that followed.

"Listen Sans, I'll take you home tonight and after you're sober we'll talk again okay?" He moved from his seat and pulled the drunken skeleton to his feet.

"Alright, I guess that's fair..."

"Thank you Sans." He replied as he walked Sans towards the door. The soft click of his shoes on the wooden floor was the only sound to break the silence as they left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a few days later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sans arrived at his usual time and sat at the bar. He didn't say anything aside from ordering a thing of fries.

Sans looked up from his fries every so often to glance at the bartender. He wondered if he'd just imagined their whole conversation last week. What if it was all just a dream and he was sitting here waiting for nothing? His breathing quickened as the day went on and the rest of Grillby's customers slowly started leaving.

Once the sun started to set outside Grillby went about closing the bar. Letting Sans stay where he was. After they were alone he went back behind the bar and asked Sans to pay for his fries.

"Actually Grillby, can you just put in on my tab for me?"

Grillby sighed. "Sans, are you planning on ever paying your tab?" He immediately regretted asking because Sans instantly became distressed.

"Oh come on Grillbz please don't cut me off. I promise I'll pay you eventually I've just got a lot of other stuff going on right now!" He looked pleadingly into his friends eyes.

"Like what?" He inquired, setting down the glass he was drying.

Sans looked down. "Like, I might have fallen behind on some bills. And maybe I don't know if I'll be able to keep paying them if I can't get my crap together."

"Do you need help?"

"No, no I can do it, just please don't kick me out. This is the only place I really feel safe ya know? I really want to pay you back but I just... don't have the money right now."

Grillby placed a hand under his chin and made him look in his eyes."I know you know how to make this up to me, Sans, but I need you to tell me what you want."

Sans cowered under Grillby gaze, not expecting him to be so direct. "Grill I... are you serious?"

He nodded and held Sans' hand. "Only if it's what you really want. But you still need to tell me." He could feel the pulse of Sans' soul as his thoughts raced.

Sans took comfort in his friend's warmth. "Yes, please. I want you to, spank me." He felt a faint sense of relief after finally asking for what he'd been wanting for so long.

"Okay."  Grillby squeezed his hand before letting go and making his way around the bar.

Sans felt his soul jump every time his friend's shoes clicked against the wooden floor as he drew closer. By the time Grillby was standing next to him he thought his soul might just jump out of his rib cage.

"Come on Sans," he said patting his shoulder. He watched Sans slowly climb off his stool and onto the floor. "Where do you want to do it?"

"Can we go to your room?" Sans asked, wanting to be sure they'd be alone. It seemed like Grillby's room behind the bar would be his best bet.

Grillby nodded. "If it'll make you more comfortable," he replied leading Sans to the back door that lead to his sleeping quarters. "Come on in." He said swinging open the door for him.

Sans entered the small bedroom and turned to see Grillby shut the door behind him and lock it. The click of the latch seemed to echo through the small room as the reality of it all came crashing down on him. He gripped his jacket and waited for Grillby's instructions.

"Is over my lap okay with you?" He asked pulling his chair out from behind his desk. He noted how Sans' eyes followed every move he made and sat down.

"Yeah, that's fine..." Sans stepped in front of him and felt his soul flutter in his chest. "Um, I'm sorry I just... need a moment."

Grillby took Sans by the arm and pulled him close. "It's okay Sans, you don't need to be embarrassed. I'm not going to judge you."

He shook his head. "You're right, you're right. Go ahead, I'm ready." He held his breath as Grillby bent him over his knee. He was short enough that his feet didn't even touch the floor and it made him feel very vulnerable.

Grillby felt Sans shudder as he pushed his jacket up to expose the seat of his pants. He was a bit shocked to see that it seemed to be glowing. "Sans, what is-?"

"Oh um, that's my ecto-body, it appears out of defence. Nothing to worry about."

"Ah, I understand." Though he didn't really. Grillby rested one hand on his friend's back to hold him down and the other on his rump, feeling him flinch at the contact. "Any last requests before I start?"

Sans gripped Grillby's pant-leg. "Just make sure it ends in tears, other than that, I trust your decision." That was all he really needed, it didn't matter what it took to get him there, and he trusted Grillby to get him there.

"Alright." SLAP! Grillby brought his hand down hard, launching Sans forward.

"Ah!" Sans shouted. The sting radiated through him and he felt as if he might fly off Grillby's lap as the slaps continued.

SLAP! SLAP! "Ow!" SLAP! "Agh!" SLAP! "Hah!" The slaps came down harder and faster. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Grillby started a steady pace and watched Sans carefully for any signs that it was too much. He couldn't deny that it was odd to be in this position, he could feel every little move Sans made and had to struggle to listen to his whimpers of pain.

The heat was building and Sans could feel the lump in his throat swell, but it wasn't enough, not yet.

"Sans, may I pull your pants down?"

His stomach did a back flip and he sputtered a reply. "I said I t-trust your decision." A warm hand slid under his waistband and dragged both his pants and boxers down. The cold air sent shivers down his spine, making him feel much more exposed and vulnerable.

Grillby brought his hand down again, trying to ignore the fact that he could see his friend's bones through the transparent magic.

Sans flinched away from the impact, the sting was building much faster without the protection of his clothes. He lost track of how long this went on but it still wasn't enough to push him over the edge.

This was taking way too long, Grillby thought. He needed something that would set Sans loose. "Sans, why are we here?" He questioned, pausing to give Sans a chance to answer.

"B-because I messed up?"

"How?" SLAP!

"Ngh! I, fell behind on my bills a-and failed to pay my tab,"

"And why did you do those things?" SLAP! SLAP!

"Ah!" Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. "Because, I stopped caring," SLAP! "Hah! E-everything just got h-harder and harder s-so I just gave up t-trying," SLAP! "because there's n-no point in trying if I'm j-just going to fail like I always d-do!"

Grillby stopped to listen, Sans didn't even seem to notice.

"I can't do a s-single thing right, no m-matter how hard I t-try I always end up failing! B-because that's all I am! Just one b-big, worthless, failure!" Tears trickled down his cheekbones as he poured out his feelings to his friend. "That's all I am..."

The pieces of the puzzle slowly clicked together in the fire-man's head as he processed Sans' words. "Sans, I want you to listen to me right now."

Sans was about to turn his head to listen but let out a startled cry as pain exploded over his backside. "AH!" The pain crashed down again, he recognized this type of pain, no one can ever truly forget the harsh sting of a belt. When had Grillby even taken his off? Another strike jolted him out of his thoughts.

"I said, are you listening?" THWACK!

"AHh! Y-yes!"

THWACK! "You are not a failure, and you are NOT worthless! Anybody who says otherwise can go dust themselves for all I care because that is not what you are!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Hearing his usually calm and collected friend get so angry sent waves of fear through his bones. His tears began flowing more rapidly and his toes curled inside his sneakers as the belt painted stripes over his arse and upper thighs.

"Sans, you are so much more valuable than you realize. You're the best brother Papyrus could ask for and I know he wouldn't trade you for the world. And what about Frisk and Ms. Toriel and how grateful they are to you for keeping Frisk safe in the underground?."

Sans sniffled thinking about his brother, the kiddo and Tori.

"And what about me Sans? You're my best friend, seeing you is one of the few things that made living underground for so long enjoyable. I always look forward to seeing you every time you come into my bar and you'll always be more than welcome here whenever you need me."

Sans clenched onto Grillby's pant-leg and clamped his mouth shut.

"Sans," he squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "No matter what happens you will always my friend and I will always care about you very much. And no amount of mistakes will ever change that."

It was like having a weight lifted off his shoulders and being punched in the gut at the same time. The tears he been holding back streamed down his face in tidal waves and he wailed as he let loose all his emotions he'd bottled up for so long. He didn't even notice Grillby delivering the last few strokes before carefully fixing his clothes.

He did notice when he was lifted up by two, strong, caring arms and pulled into a warm hug. He continued crying like a small child as he was held in the comforting embrace.

Grillby rubbed his back soothingly and calmly rocked him back and forth.

Time ticked by slowly until Sans had finally wiped away his last tear. He remained snuggled in Grillby's lap however. He was content with just feeling completely safe and loved, and didn't want to end it any sooner than it had to. "Hey Grillby?" He asked quietly. "If I ever need this again, would it be okay to come to you again?"

"Of course Sans. Whatever you need, I'll be here for you whenever you need me. I promise."

Sans smiled happily and relaxed further into Grillby's embrace. "Thank you."
Grillby helps Sans deal with his self-hatred.

OMG Finally, after recovering from my surgery and dealing with finals, I actually had time to finish this thing! 8D
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OwlGhoul's avatar
Grillby is a really great friend, wow! (still must of hurt like a bitch though😅)