#mettaton x reader

[eeveesplace]

Regressuary 2025 Day 6

“Reader and Mettaton EX play dress up.”

The dress Reader wears in this is identical to the one from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, which was also featured in this art of our favorite android by Lammemummy59! I didn’t specify a gender for the Reader, so as long as you’re comfortable with dresses and makeup, it’s good for anyone to read!

🩷 Many thanks to @mcschnuggles for the prompts list! 🩷

Ship: Mettaton EX x GN!Reader

Word count: 302

Applicable Tags: Post-Undertale Pacifist Route, Dress Up, Dresses, Makeup, Stimming, Pet Names, Regressor Reader, Carer Mettaton, POV Second Person

You sift through Mettaton’s walk-in closet, amazed at all the costumes and accessories he’s amassed over the years. “Is there something that catches your eye, beautiful?” The robot follows closely behind, able to reach the hangers above. 

You notice a floor-length pink gown adorned with a giant bow on the back. Your eyes light up with excitement, and you push the other outfits to the side to show it to your carer. “This one!” You bounce on your heels and are excited to try it on.

“Oh, that’s a great choice! Something from the older collection, but it’ll look perfect on you!” Mettaton takes the dress down and holds it up to you. “Anything else to go with it, darling?”

You dash over to where Mettaton keeps his boas and point to a white one made of ostrich feathers. “This too!”

Mettaton chuckles and takes it down for you as well. “Is that all?” You nod, wrapping the boa around your neck. “Don’t get too excited. We have to do your makeup too!” Mettaton helps you change from your MTT Brand robe into the dress, zipping it up in the back before placing a makeup cape around your neck. “Now, what do you want today?” He presses a button on the makeup case, and it opens with a hiss. 

You point at the pink eyeshadow palette and the mascara tucked in next to it. “Oh, that will look absolutely beautiful!” As the robot monster prepares his brushes, you kick your feet in the chair he took out for you. “Don’t move too much, dear. I don’t want to ruin your makeup or the dress.” You hum and still your legs, waiting patiently. “Are you ready, darling?”

“Mhm! Wanna look all pretty,” you chirp.

“Good!” Mettaton coos as he pats your head softly.

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[brights-place]

Hi, Bright! I know I haven't requested in a while but I wanted to revisit your amazing writing. I'm sick as hell at the moment and would love some romantic comfort from Jade, Malleus, and oddly enough Mettaton--

Thank you so much, my friend! Have an amazing day! *Off I go to die of a headache and possible fever- 😭

[TWST + UNDERTALE] Jade & Malleus & Mettaton x Sick! Reader (separate) Warnings: Fluff, Romantic comfort, Sick! reader, illness, vomiting, cursing, JADE LEECH A/N: HELLO!! I hope you do get better lovely! Make sure to rest, eat and drink properly and divider credits to @/murahaul I also think I half assed these tbh because I paused midway through having to head out before coming back to write these BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM?! especially mettaton cause I haven't ever written for him but I loved his character in the game soo much

Summary: Romantic comfort from Jade, Malleus, and oddly enough Mettaton

- Jade would 100% smile at you entertained at how pathetic you look

- For Merpeople they don't get sick, unlike humans.

- However, they can be infected if they come across a sick land dweller and can spread it to other Merpeople but it would be gone like it never existed

- Since Jade was transformed into a human he would get sick every now and then but would have quite a great immune system after awhile but here he was hovering over your bed staring down at you

- Your body laid in bundle of blankets red faced and tired with sweat dripping from your temple staring up to your boyfriend who smiled down on you

- "My I can get Azul to-" "Jade... I will throttle you if you try to get me to sign a contract to get better" "It was only just a suggestion"

- Silence filled the room as the door closed leaving you to sigh thinking you were left alone before hearing the door open again with Jade holding up a drink and some medication

- The whole time Jade would tease you as he helped you sit up drink water and take care of you as you were sick

- Jade sighed as he cupped your face a unfamillar softness in his eyes as he spoke "You know-" "Jade I swear-" your hand reached out to cover your mouth gagging causing Jade to quickly get a bucket and place it near your bed patting your back as he winced at how you spewed your guts into the bucket.

- He tilted his head checking her forehead lips pursed “you're burning up.” he sighed before after giving you more water to drink pampering you

- He pushed you onto your back and made sure you were completely covered and comfortable

- As you laid in bed, your face staring at the ceiling muttering a small thank you, Jade smiled softly sitting by your side taking care of you with the softest of smiles his sharp teeth peeking out as he giggled at how you slapped his hand away once more when he went to squish your face

- Fae's have a strong immune system so getting sick was quite rare so with how he was hovering over you worrying over small coughs, or slight sniffle, has him looking at you with slight panic yet kept on trying to persuade to heal you yet he was always met with you bapping his face

- Malleus hummed as he was poking your cheek with his clawed nail for a couple seconds watching your face squish as you whined tiredly

- "Are you dying?" "No I'm sick" "Oh..."

- unfortunately the flu in twisted wonderland was something that you haven't adapted to so here you were laying in bed

- You felt so cold body shivering even under the blankets sweat clinging onto your skin yet at the same time your entire body was overheating

- Malleus paused as he stared down at your face before speaking "Child of man I can help you by-" "If you try to use magic on me Malleus I swear to fucking god that I will shake your shoulders aggressively" A small hum came from malleus waving off his partners threat

- After bothering silver to learn how to take care of sick people absolutely ignoring lilia is offering to make you soup so here was the dragon fae smiling at you

- Malleus regularly wakes you up between naps giving you an apologetic look handing you a soup that he was given by Silver for you as he sat with you playing with your hair smiling softly before flinching at how you nearly sneezed onto him as he vanished from his spot to the other side of you seeing how you sneezed at where he was

- Lightning hitting the background as he stared at you "*sniff* sorry" "How come your sneeze sent off my senses... Child of man how do you do that"

- He does everything in his path to keep your fever down

- He checks up on you constantly hand to check your temperature while pressing cold towers on your body and giving you water to drink handing you your medication as he caressed your hair slightly enjoying the fact of taking care of you..

- Mettaton would also be staring at you with a baffled expression the moment you did a dad sneeze face contourting into disgust. He's a robot with a soul he doesn't get sick but oh god...

- "Honey... Sorry I feel abit sick..." A cough came from your throat rolling on your side staring at your partner as he bent down and smiled lifting up your chin with his finger at your flushed and sweaty face "Awww your so cute-" You smiled lazily at him before Mettaton noticed how you sniffled mouth opening slightly before he darted to the other side of the room when he heard the loud noise of another sneeze

- The way his soul left his robot shell was crazy at the fact you nearly sneezed on HIM yeah he stepped back staring at you hands up before changing into his Initial form rolling away

- You couldn't help but sigh laying your head back onto your bed too cold yet too hot heaving tiredly before you fell asleep

- A sudden softness was placed on your forehead causing your body to twitch opening your eyes, your vision unblurred seeing a certain black haired male with pink streaks staring at you

- "You look beautiful" your voice croaky as he smirked posing "awww even when your sick you praise me I mean who wouldn't-" he froze before helping you sit up to drink some water when reminding himself of how you were the one that needed to be pampered

- He couldn't help but sigh "Human are so weak" he smiled pecking your cheek as you relaxed at the cold metal that touched your cheek before he pulled away

- Mettaton sighed dramatically checking your temperature with worry not knowing a wretched feeling came from your throat as you covered your mouth before reaching out with shaky heads to the bucket beside you which Mettaton had to help console you by rubbing your shoulders as he winced at the noises of things hitting the bucket

- Handing you a glass cup Mettaton sighed applying one more kiss on your cheek noting down that he'd still have to get the hang of a human partner

[hotpinkboots]

🧸 here!

so I was wondering if we could have some MTT with an s/o who likes to draw? definitely not projecting myself onto this specific y/n…

Hehe

~~~~~

~Mettaton w/a Darling That Likes To Draw~

WOKE UP AND IMMEDIATELY WENT TO WRITE THIS MMM I LOVE RANDOM WRITING MOTIVATION

Warning(s): Invasion of privacy (MTT looking through Reader's sketchpad without permission), Mettaton being himself which is also a warning

~~~~~

You were half asleep, floating somewhere between being half awake and being half asleep. You flinched as soon as you felt something land on your stomach, sitting up so abruptly that it made you dizzy, causing you to "see stars", the same affect that rubbing your eyes too hard would've had on you. You blinked hard. "What th-"

"DRAW ME."

What bastard woke you up at 6 am by throwing your sketchpad at you? Your eyes focused just enough for you to see the silhouette of Mettaton, standing directly over you with his hands on his hips. Oh, right. The bastard you were dating.

~He is the WORST LMAO he saw your sketchpad sitting there and slowly started to inch towards it. Bit by bit. Until he was close enough to grab it and flip through it like a madman

~His jaw dropped as soon as he saw your work. Whether they're full on art pieces or little unfinished sketches, he loves your art.

~Kicked his feet and twirled his hair while looking at it

~He also left a note on the corner of a blank page for you to find later:

Your art is almost as beautiful as you are!! Sorry for peeking (not) -Mtt

~Are you mortified? Maybe. Probably. A sketchpad is like an artist's diary. You'd read his old diaries for revenge if you weren't such a good person

~Mettaton had good intensions, though, he wouldn't purposely poke around had he have known that you didn't want him to. He's nosy, but he's not that nosy.

~Asks you to draw him. All the time. You're going to have a sketchpad full of drawings that are only of him at this point (who says you don't already have a sketchpad full of drawings that are only of him?)

~Anything that you draw for him, he frames as soon as he can.

~He kisses your signature for no particular reason (he's obsessed with you)

~~~~~

THIS WAS REALLY ADORABLE ASDFGHJK Thank you for the request, darling! :D

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i called them deluloodles (also, if u write x readers with a passion, ily, thank u i owe u a portion of my life will)

[zombie-mortem]

I love my god boy. 🎀🪱

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GLITZ AND GLAMOR [CHAPTER 15]

The Truth

After finding your way through the core, by yourself.

You found a dark room, with Mettaton inside.

His screen flashed and you were prepared to get into a fight.

"THERE YOU ARE, DARLING." Mettaton said.

"IT'S TIME TO HAVE OUR LITTLE SHOWDOWN. IT'S TIME TO FINALLY STOP THE 'MALFUNCTIONING' ROBOT."

He paused. "...NOT!!!"

"MALFUNCTIONING? REPROGRAMMING? GET REAL."

"THIS IS ALL JUST A BIG SHOW. AN ACT. ALPHYS HAS BEEN PLAYING YOU FOR A FOOL THE WHOLE TIME."

"SHE "CONVENIENTLY" PROGRAMMED A JETPACK TO YOUR PHONE FOR THAT SPECIFIC SITUATION. SHE "CONVENIENTLY" PROGRAMMED A BOMB DEFUSING PROGRAM TO YOUR PHONE. AND SHE "CONVENIENTLY" ADDED A GUN SYSTEM TO YOUR PHONE TO DEFEAT ME."

You had a feeling in your gut that something suspicious was going on.

And you knew Mettaton was telling the truth.

"YOU WERE NEVER IN ANY REAL DANGER. ALPHYS HAD REACTIVATED PUZZLES AND HIRED ME TO PRETEND TO WANT TO DESTROY YOU."

"ALL SO SHE COULD SAVE YOU. BECAUSE AS SHE WATCHED YOUR ADVENTURE ON HER SCREEN, (WHICH IS A LITTLE CREEPY, NOT GOING TO LIE TO YOU), SHE GREW ATTACHED TO YOUR ADVENTURE AND DESPERATELY WANTED TO BE A PART OF IT. SO SHE INSERTED HERSELF INTO YOUR STORY."

"SO THAT SHE WOULD BE THE HERO OF YOUR ADVENTURE AND CONVINCE YOU NOT TO GO HOME."

You stayed silent as Mettaton continued to prove his point.

"AND NOW IS HER LAST ACT OF HEROISM. BECAUSE ALPHYS IS WAITING OUTSIDE, WAITING TO SAVE YOU ONE FINAL TIME AND DEACTIVATE ME."

"BUT THAT WON'T HAPPEN."

"SEE, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PREDICTABLE CHARADE. I HAVE NO DESIRE TO HARM HUMANS, FAR FROM IT ACTUALLY. MY ONLY DESIRE IS TO ENTERTAIN. AFTER ALL, THE AUDIENCE DESERVES A GOOD SHOW. DON'T THEY, DARLING?"

"I guess so."

"AND WHAT'S A GOOD SHOW, WITHOUT A PLOT TWIST?"

Mettaton raised his hand and the door behind you closed.

You heard banging on the door. "H-Hey! What's going on?! Mettaton!"

The floor beneath you started to glow a bright red.

"SORRY FOLKS! THE OLD PROGRAM'S BEEN CANCELED! BUT WE'VE GOT A FINALE THAT WILL DRIVE YOU WILD!"

Then it started to raise into the air quickly and you fell to the floor.

"REAL DRAMA! REAL ACTION! REAL BLOODSHED!"

"ON THIS NEW PROGRAM: ATTACK OF THE KILLER ROBOT!!!"

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

<-Chapter 14

Chapter 16 ->

[letters-from-your-fo]

Love Letter from Your Boyfriend Mettaton

✎Self Indulgent

✎Fluffy

✎Reader is Gender-Neutral

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Dearest Darling Y/n,

Hello my beautiful darling! I can't see you right now but I bet you look absolutely fabulous! Oh how I miss seeing that adorable face of yours...

Unfortunately, filming is taking ages and we're not even halfway done, so I'll be a bit late to dinner. I promise once this week is over, I'll take the weekend off just for us to spend some time together. We deserve a break, don't you think? Oh, I can already imagine how we'll spend the weekend together and I can't wait~

I'll see you tonight my darling, once I get home I think you deserve one of my world-famous cuddle sessions~

With love, your beloved Mettaton~♡

[uki01]

guys I require requests please.. I’m very very bored

(Not really I just wanna write smth but please request)

I’m mainly into sonic right now but y’all can request Undertale any other aus too. Just my two current hyperfixation rn sonic being #1 and undertale being #2

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

undertale characters reacting to reader saying they don't think theyre good enough

romantic or platonic

gender neutral reader

includes: Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Mettaton, Asgore

Toriel:

-"where on earth did you get that idea?"

-hugs you

-tells you your biggest accomplishments, and how youve grown even in the short time shes known you

-"my life has been changed for the better since i've known you"

Sans:

-"who told ya that?"

-from then on tells you "good job" and other affirming words more often

-tells you "not true" whenever you say anything negative about yourself

Papyrus:

-"that is UNTRUE, for I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, the embodiment of COOL, thinks you are MORE than good enough!"

-the next day comes back with a seven page list of EVERYTHING great about you

-it even goes into the tiniest of details

-like how your favorote colors is magificent!

Undyne:

-"WHAT?!?! WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU THAT!?"

-she is PISSED

-she prepared to beat whoever made you think that into a PULP

-but she pauses when you tell her that you told yourself

-then she gets quiet

-"thats just not true. and if you cant see that, then you bet your ass i'll make you see it!!"

-she affirms you SO aggressively

-"CMON, PUNK! YOU GOT THIS! DONT GIVE UP NOW, YA HEAR ME?"

Mettaton:

-"why, the underground doesn't seem to think so! my ratings have increased exponentially since you came onto the show!"

-little did you know... he was live.

-he had people call into the show to say nice things about you

Asgore:

-"would you like to tell me why you think that?"

-sits you down with a cup of tea to calm you down

-hes very patient

-he talks it through with you, to try to get to the root of the problem, so he can start making things better

-suggests starting therapy

[putiflowy]

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❤︎ Pairing ₊ ⊹ Mettaton x GN! Reader

❤︎ Summary ₊ ⊹ Mettaton has taken steps to address the paparazzi issue, but it seems ineffective as a new photo surfaces featuring you with your new 'lover'. Mettaton becomes jealous, prompting you to confront him.

❤︎ Warnings ₊ ⊹ Explicit sexual content, v penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, clothes on, slight mentions of murder and violence (unrelated to the sex part).

❤︎ Notes ₊ ⊹ As said in previous chapters reader is gender neutral and afab (in case someone didn’t read it in previous notes).

❤︎ Word count ₊ ⊹ 5k

"These are terrible!" the tall robot grumbled, scrolling through the photos of the camera in frustration. "How do you even manage to make them this bad?"

"Please... I beg you," the monster paparazzi pleaded, curling into a ball as Mettaton stepped closer. "I have a family..."

"Let’s try again," Mettaton demanded, his voice cold and menacing. "Make sure it’s a good angle this time..." He tossed the camera into the young monster’s trembling hands. The monster framed the shot as his hands shook, and Mettaton struck a dramatic pose.

Click

"Show. Me. The. Photo." The monster’s hand trembled as he offered the camera to Mettaton. His face lit up slightly upon seeing the photo. "Not that bad!" Mettaton remarked, examining the image, "But a camera like this is being wasted on someone as talentless as you."

With a swift motion, he shoved the man against the wall with his free hand. His body collided with a row of recycling bins. The echo of metal scraping against metal filled the air, but as he was in a dark abandoned alley, the noise was swallowed by the shadows.

"Please..." the monster begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Did you say something?" Mettaton crouched in front of him, holding up the photo he had taken. "See this?" he asked, zooming in on the image. "This is the last photo you’re ever going to take." With that final sentence he pulled the man up by his neck, his hand tightening around it.

"Don’t kill him." Mettaton’s attention was suddenly drawn by another voice, making him throw the camera onto the floor. "He doesn’t deserve it. Kill me instead."

"Huh?" Mettaton said, confused, his eyes scanning the older monster’s features. "Is that a deal?" He turned his head back toward the monster he was chocking, waiting for a response. "What do you say?"

"Do it," the older monster said quickly, cutting him off before the other one could utter a word.

"Hohooo…" Mettaton clasped his hands, impressed by the monster’s bravery. The younger monster collapsed to the floor with this action. "Really?" Mettaton smirked, grabbing the older monster by the hair and dragging him in front of his companion.

"Just fucking do it, motherfucker..." he muttered, his breath shallow.

"Language..." the robot teased, moving closer to one of the bins. With a practiced motion, he pulled a chainsaw from the pile. Everything had been meticulously planned. Mettaton sneered, but then laughed as he fumbled with the chainsaw.

He yanked the pull cord several times, his frustration growing.

"Come on..." he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. He tried again, and again, but it wouldn’t start.

"CUUUUUUUUUUUUT!" The film operator’s voice rang out, signaling a pause. Mettaton’s eyes narrowed, his lip curling in frustration.

"Unbelievable!" he muttered under his breath, clearly agitated. "This is what happens when you give me faulty equipment!"

One of the crew members stepped forward, offering him a bottle of water. "Don’t worry, we’ll try again."

Mettaton snatched the bottle, taking a long gulp. "Thanks," he said sarcastically, wiping his mouth with a flourish. He handed the bottle back to her, then tossed the chainsaw in her direction with an exasperated gesture. "Fix this. I’m not going through this mess again."

The crew member knelt by the chainsaw, her hands shaking as she tried to fix it. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she fiddled with the stubborn machine, desperately pulling at the cord, hoping it would start.

Mettaton’s eyes narrowed as he watched her struggle. His patience was wearing thin, and the longer she failed, the angrier he became. He crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.

"This is ridiculous. How hard is it to make a chainsaw work?" He spun around, his voice rising. "You know what? I’ve had enough of this!"

"I’m doing my best, Metta—" The crew member didn’t look up, her focus entirely on the chainsaw.

"This is your best?" Mettaton interrupted, his voice rising in disbelief. "Are you telling me that I’m wasting my time on this?" He gestured angrily at the chainsaw, his frustration turning into full blown irritation.

The crew member’s hands fumbled as she tried again, but the chainsaw still didn’t start. She bit her lip, her eyes darting nervously.

"Save it," Mettaton sneered, turning away without a second thought. "You’re out. You can go back to whatever incompetence you were doing before this disaster." He flicked his hand dismissively as if she were a mere inconvenience.

She looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Mettaton, please, I can fix it—"

"No," Mettaton interrupted sharply. "You’ve had your chance." He turned to the film producer, his gaze icy. "Get her off the set. She’s fired."

The film producer blinked, stunned, but nodded quickly.

"Right away, sir."

The crew member’s face drained of color, her mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. She stood up slowly, leaving the chainsaw on the floor.

As she left, the set grew quiet. Mettaton, still seething, turned toward the camera. "Let’s get this over with. No more mistakes!"

...

HEY 11:37 ✓✓

Hi Paps 11:37 ✓✓

I SEE YOU GOT FAMOUS BEFORE ME 11:38 ✓✓

You read that magazine??? 11:38 ✓✓

WHAT? I LIKE TO STAY INFORMED! 11:38 ✓✓

Don’t believe a thing they say 11:38 ✓✓

It’s full of lies... 11:38 ✓✓

COOL 11:38 ✓✓

DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT OR DO YOU HAVE TO WORK ON SUNDAY TOO? 11:38 ✓✓

I’d love to, but the situation with the paparazzi is just awful 11:39 ✓✓

I don’t want it affecting you or Sans 11:39 ✓✓

THERE IS NO PROBLEM WITH THAT! 11:39 ✓✓

DID YOU SEE METTATON'S NEW PROGRAM? 11:40 ✓✓

No... Why? 11:40 ✓✓

Papyrus explained the whole program over a voicemail, it was so long and detailed you didn’t need to watch it yourself.

Mettaton told me he was going to fix the paparazzi problem 11:58 ✓✓

I was kind of scared thinking he would literally murder someone 11:59 ✓✓

But this might work too... maybe it will scare them away 11:59 ✓✓

YES! NOW COME TO SNOWDIN. YOU HAVE NO EXCUSES! 11:59 ✓✓

On my way 11:59 ✓✓

I’M MAKING MY HOMEMADE SPAGHETTI 12:00 ✓✓

JUST SAYING... 12:00 ✓✓

...

On your way to Snowdin, you didn’t encounter any photographers. The journey was surprisingly calm. Perhaps your incognito disguise worked, or maybe Mettaton’s broadcast had been enough to send a warning to the paparazzi. As you arrived in the familiar town, you took a deep breath, letting the peaceful atmosphere wash over you. Soon, you spotted Papyrus waiting on the porch. As soon as he saw you, he hurried over to greet you, and you embraced him just as eagerly.

Click

"Did you hear something?" you asked, a bit confused watching around.

"NO."

You glanced around, your eyes narrowing, but the town seemed as quiet as ever. The soft crunch of snow underfoot and the distant hum of the wind were the only sounds.

"Are you sure?" you asked, still uneasy.

Papyrus gave you a wide grin, his posture exaggerated. "I AM CERTAIN! NO SOUND. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!"

But the knot in your stomach tightened. Something about the stillness felt off, like there was more to the quiet than met the eye.

...

The weekend had come and gone, and though it had been a whirlwind of emotions, you couldn’t help but feel relieved it was over. As you stepped through the now familiar doors of the MTT Resort, the receptionist’s attention quickly shifted to you.

Her expression was unreadable—after all, she was a hand—but her words were clear: "It’s better not to bother Mettaton right now. He’s... not in his best mood."

You nodded in understanding, deciding not to push your luck. Instead, you walked down the hallway toward your office, the click of your footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet space. As you made your way past Mettaton’s office, you couldn’t shake the curiosity of what might be bothering him. But for now, the work ahead would be enough to keep your mind occupied.

As you reached for the door handle, the familiar clicking of Mettaton’s high heels echoed down the hallway. You turned, and there he was. His face a mask of seriousness and you couldn’t read it.

"You were not going to say good morning?" he asked, his tone sharp, clearly irritated.

"Well, yes, but I thought... you didn’t want to be bothered," you replied, hesitating slightly under his piercing gaze.

"What?" he snapped, his frustration growing. "Who told you that nonsense?"

"The receptionist," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted naming her—it could have consequences.

Mettaton’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. "How dare she speak for me?" His voice rose with anger, and he took a step closer. "Well, next time, you come to me before you listen to anyone else. Understood?"

"Of course. I’ll keep that in mind," you nodded, keeping your distance. It was clear this wasn’t a moment for lightheartedness.

Mettaton took a deep breath, his frustration still evident but more contained. "Good. Now, if you’re done with the pleasantries, we have work to do."

Mettaton stood there for a moment, his eyes still burning with irritation. The dramatic flair he usually wore was replaced by a tense, almost chilling energy, revealing that something deeper was weighing on him. His heels clicked sharply against the floor as he paced a few steps, agitated, before retreating to his office. You didn’t see him for the rest of the day. No more casual hangouts, no more special meals, no more kind words—only the cold void left by his absence. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were somehow to blame for his shift in mood, but no matter how hard you thought, you couldn’t pinpoint a single reason why.

"Do you know what got him like that today?" you asked Burgerpants, still wondering if you had done something wrong.

"I don’t see the difference. He’s always like that," he said, puffing on his cigarette, clearly unbothered by your question. "A friend of mine got fired two days ago because she couldn’t get his stupid chainsaw to work."

"What?" you asked, surprised and not quite believing his words.

"He is like that. It was just time he showed his true colors to you."

"Just two days ago he was all happy to see me... why the sudden change?"

"Who knows? He got angry at me once because I hadn’t put the sauces in alphabetical order." he grinned, his gaze shifting to the dark sky above. "Allioli. Barbecue. Cheese. Chilli. Ketchup. Mayonnaise. Soy..." he recited from memory.

"I suppose it was too good to be true." You gave him one last smile before turning to leave. Today had been longer than you expected.

Once you arrived at your apartment, a heavy sadness settled over you. Were all those moments with him merely part of Mettaton’s calculated scheme? Everything had felt so perfect, as though things were finally aligning. How had it all turned so cold so suddenly? As you prepared your dinner, the thoughts swirled endlessly, each one feeding into the next, leaving you tangled in uncertainty and doubt.

Buzz

I’M FAMOUS! 21:13 ✓✓

What are you talking about Paps? 21:13✓✓

HAVEN’T YOU SEEN THE NEW MAGAZINE? 21:13 ✓✓

No? 21:14 ✓✓

YOU ARE IN IT TOO! 21:14 ✓✓

What? 21:14 ✓✓

Buzz Buzz

Hey 21:15 ✓✓

Idk what are your intentions with my brother 21:15 ✓✓

But if you hurt him 21:15 ✓✓

I swear you are going to have a bad time... 21:15 ✓✓

Buzz Buzz

Papyrus sent you a photo of the magazine. It was a picture of both of you, hugging, taken just yesterday when Papyrus had invited you to hang out. The caption was blunt and cutting: "METTATON’S LOVER FOUND CHEATING WITH SNOWDIN’S MOST BELOVED SKELETON."

"Fuck..." you sighed, reading the caption bellow.

Hey Paps 21:16 ✓✓

Did you read the caption of the magazine? 21:17 ✓✓

NOPE 21:17 ✓✓

I JUST BUY THE MAGAZINES FOR THE IMAGES 21:17 ✓✓

Was this the reason Mettaton was angry with you? Even if it wasn’t, you still decided to text him, but he left you on read. Maybe it was best to talk to him tomorrow in his office. You could give him some space tonight and approach the conversation with a clear mind. Hopefully, he would be more receptive when you’re face to face.

...

As you stepped the next day into the crowded lobby of the MTT resort, anxiety took over you. You wanted to talk to your boss, but you were not sure what mood was he in. You wanted to ask the receptionist, but she was not there. Instead of her, a new monster received the guests in the lobby. You were confused by this, but you didn’t want to waste more time as you were running a bit late.

As you stepped off the elevator, your heart skipped a beat. Mettaton stood there, his posture impeccable, a perfect mix of elegance and confidence. The black suit fit him like it was tailor made, the pink accents—on his tie and boots—adding just the right amount of flair.

He noticed you almost immediately, his piercing gaze flicking in your direction. For a moment, you felt paralyzed, unsure whether to approach him or wait for him to make the first move. His expression was unreadable, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He was always well-put-together, but today, there was an edge to him.

"You’re five minutes late." His eyes briefly scanned you, as if trying to gauge your reaction. "Did some funny-looking skeleton keep you from getting here on time?"

"About that, Mettaton…" You were taken aback, realizing he’d seen the paparazzi magazine featuring your supposed new ‘boyfriend.’ "I guess you’ve seen that magazine too."

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he leaned in slightly, his frame towering over you. His eyes were now coldly scanning you. His perfect makeup and poised appearance almost made it impossible to see just how hurt he was. He wasn’t just annoyed by the rumors, he was jealous. The thought of you with someone else, especially someone seemingly close, seemed to gnaw at him.

"Tell me, darling," he purred, his voice smooth and dangerous, "What was it like? The attention from this… lover? I’m sure he’s quite charming." His words dripped with a subtle bitterness, as if the very idea of someone else drawing your attention was an insult to him, even though he hid it behind that glimmering exterior.

He took a step closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, almost intoxicating. His eyes never left yours as he lowered his voice,

"He must be so lucky to have someone like you in his life."

The insinuation made your pulse race. His jealousy was there, sharp and biting, but he cloaked it so expertly, wrapping it in a silky layer of charm. You were left wondering how much of it was a game for him and how much was a warning. You felt your heart beat faster, the tension between you both rising. Mettaton’s words, laced with subtle venom, stung, but you weren’t about to let him twist the truth. You squared your shoulders, refusing to let his passive-aggressive remarks shake you.

"That’s not what you think," you said firmly, meeting his gaze. "He’s just a friend."

"A friend?" he echoed, voice dripping with skepticism. He leaned in, as though inspecting you for some sort of reaction, but his grip on the conversation was tightening. You couldn’t help but feel a flare of irritation at his insinuation. You weren’t a fool, and you weren’t about to let him twist the facts to suit his fantasies. You stood your ground, matching his gaze, calm but unyielding.

"Yes, a friend," you repeated, your voice cool. "I’m not sure why that’s such a hard concept for you to grasp, Mettaton. We’ve known each other for years, and I value that friendship. And someone took a photo out of context. There’s nothing more to it." You stood a little straighter, meeting his gaze without backing down.

His smile faltered for a split second, the flicker of something darker flashing behind his perfect exterior. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that same smooth demeanor.

"Ah, of course," he said, his voice laced with a hint of condescension. "How convenient. I suppose I should just take your word for it. After all, it’s not like I’ve seen you getting quite close to him in those pictures, hmm? You two seem to have... such fun together," he said, his tone laced with something you couldn’t quite place. "It’s just... well, it’s hard to miss how cozy you both look in those photos." His eyes narrowed slightly, and you could feel the jealousy seeping through his words.

"I don’t need your approval for who I spend time with. I don’t owe you anything, Mettaton. I’m not lying to you. If you don’t believe me, that’s your problem, not mine." You clenched your fists, feeling the anger bubbling up inside you. "Also, you know how tabloids work. They blow everything out of proportion. Just look at what they did with us."

"Yeah, I know," he muttered. "Guess I’m just… used to being the center of attention. I’ll admit, maybe I’ve... overreacted." There was an awkward pause before he met your eyes again, a flicker of vulnerability passing through him. "I’m sorry. That was clearly not your fault."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the shift. Mettaton, admitting fault? It felt like a rare moment. You almost wished there was a paparazzi to capture it.

Mettaton’s gaze softened just slightly, but the tension in his posture remained. He took a deep breath, as if weighing your words, and for the first time in the conversation, there was a hint of something like resignation in his eyes. The smoothness in his tone was still there, but now it had a quieter, more measured edge.

"Just don’t go making a habit of giving the magazines material, alright?"

You couldn’t help but smile back, the irritation still lingering but feeling more manageable now. "I’ll try to keep my private life more boring for you, then."

There was a beat of silence before Mettaton gave you a nod, his expression softening, the underlying tension almost completely gone.

"I guess that’s all I really needed to hear," he said, almost sheepishly. "I’ll work on not being such a dramatic mess next time."

You shook your head, chuckling despite yourself. "Well, it’s kind of your thing, Mettaton. I don’t think you’ll ever fully change."

"True. But for you, I’ll try to tone it down. At least a little," he smirked, his confident spark returning.

The moment hung in the air, tension thick as you both stood there, eyes locked. Mettaton’s gaze softened, his usual confidence tempered with something deeper, something more vulnerable. He stepped closer, his proximity making your heart skip a beat.

Before you could say anything, his hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing over your skin. His eyes flickered to your lips, and for a moment, the only sound was the rapid beat of your heart. You didn’t pull away. If anything, you found yourself drawn in by him.

And then, without another word, Mettaton closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours.

It wasn’t a rushed kiss, but one that felt like it was charged with everything that had been unsaid between you both. His lips were soft at first, tentative, as if waiting for a signal, a response. And when you leaned into him, the kiss deepened, more urgent, more desperate, more wet, like a need that had been suppressed for too long.

Mettaton’s hand slid to the back of your head, pulling you closer as his other hand rested lightly on your waist. The world outside faded into nothing, leaving only the two of you in the electric stillness of the moment.

When he pulled back, his breath was shaky, and for the briefest second, you saw the hunger in his eyes. He gave you a small, almost unsure smile, his usual bravado slipping for just a heartbeat.

"Well," he said, voice a little breathless, "I’d say that’s... better than I expected."

You didn’t know whether to laugh or kiss him again. Instead, you just looked at him, still trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that had just been unleashed.

"You’re full of surprises, Mettaton," you said, your voice steady despite your racing pulse.

His smirk returned, though it seemed softer, tinged with something real. "I think you’re just getting started with me."

And for once, you didn’t mind the unpredictability. Maybe it was time to let yourself fall into this. Whatever this was.

The kiss deepened again, this time more insistent, as if Mettaton couldn’t quite keep himself in check any longer. His lips moved with hunger, exploring every bit of your mouth, but there was a tenderness behind it too, a desperation to close the distance that had lingered since the moment he saw you. His hand at the back of your head pulled you in closer, his other hand tracing the curve of your waist, guiding you back toward him as though the kiss itself was the only thing that mattered now.

The world around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the press of his hard body and the spark that ignited with each breath you shared. Mettaton’s touch was soft but firm, his fingers tracing the line of your spine, as if memorizing every inch of you. His movements were deliberate, as if he was both savoring and craving you, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You responded in kind, your hands finding their way to his chest. His usual smoothness was gone, replaced by something raw and unguarded, and for the first time, you realized just how much of him had been hiding behind the glittering mask.

When the kiss finally broke, both of you gasped for air, face flushed, a mixture of desire and wonder in your eyes. Before you could fully settle, he nuzzled and kissed your neck, each breath against your skin sending a wave of shivers through you. His hands hungrily explored your body, searching for a way to take your clothes off.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this…" he confessed, his blush deepening.

"Me too..."

You grabbed his tie as he brought his hands closer to your legs, feeling the tension between you. The air thickened with unspoken passion. His breath hitched, fingers lightly brushing against your thighs. Slowly, you pulled him closer, your hearts racing in unison, the moment thick with anticipation. He hesitated, eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt, but you leaned in, lips brushing against his ear.

"Don’t stop," you whispered, your voice trembling ever so slightly, betraying the urgency you felt.

You pressed a kiss or two to his neck, and his expression shifted instantly. His eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite read and before you could do anything, he pushed you against the wall. His gaze was now fixed in your pants, his hand pulling your zipper down just a bit before he could slid his fingers between your thighs.

"Tell me, darling," he whispered into your ear. "How much do you want me?" he flashed a lustful smirk as he noticed the wetness in your underwear. Then, he pulled his hand away for just a moment, causing you to pout in response.

"Oh, you are going to tease me?" you asked playfully, waiting for his next move. He simply smiled, slipping two fingers into his mouth. He seductively licked them and once they were fully soaked with his fluids, he moved his hand back to your folds. At first he rubbed on the outside and when he noticed you were trembling and opening your legs widely for him, he pulled them in.

"Feels good, hm?" his voice came huskily in your ear as he pumped his fingers in and out.

"Please," you begged, your voice urgent. "Move faster." And, without hesitation, he complied. His movements were rapid yet carefully adapted to your desires.

"How about I fuck you, darling?" he stated, lust taking over him. "Right here."

You didn’t give him an aswer right away, but as you tossed your pants and your underwear to the floor it became clear that you wanted this just as much as he did. You placed your palms against the wall, your ass fully expossed for him. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of your naked body and you recklessly tilted your head to watch as he slowly unzipped his pants to reveal his massive erection. You smiled at the sight. His pale cock had an almost metallic glow and it was throbbing for you. Throbbing to have you.

"Are you really going to keep that on?" you asked playfully, brushing your fingers over his arm as he remained in the suit.

"I thought you liked it," he replied with a sultry laugh, his hand moving to your back, guiding you to bend over as his weight pressed down.

You could feel the tip of his dick pressing against you and he specially took some extra time before pulling it inside, just to tease you.

"Just fuck me already!" You demanded, bending over even further.

A moan escaped you as his size filled your inner walls. Once you were ready he started thrusting in and out, but gradually the pace quickened and became more erratic. You had to admit that the rougher he went, the more you liked it.

For a moment, he pulled back, leaving you in confussion. But the absence of his touch was brief, quickly replaced by his hands turning you to face him.

"We’re not done yet, darling..." he gave you his signature smile as he tightly grabbed your ass.

Mettaton lifted you off the floor as if you weighed nothing and penetrated you once again. He pushed you against the wall and as he did you hugged his waist for more balance.

He wasted no time to thrust in and out of you again. He maintained a pace that sent you careening so viciously towards release. You dug your nails into his skin so hard your knuckles strated to ache. If he noticed it, he would only be pleased by it.

"You feel so good..." he said, his thrusts becoming sloppier. You watched in delight as his expression shifted with pleasure, his gaze almost lost in your exposed body.

"Keep going," you gave a choking gasp when it hit you, your head thrown back as euphoric relief rolled through you in waves. Mettaton kept pumping his dick in and out of you and he soon came undone, his cum filling your inner walls. He waited a moment before pulling out, his hands still tightly wrapped in your thighs.

His size was not filling you anymore, but the electric charge between you lingered. You leaned back slightly against the wall, your chest rising and falling, breath shallow and unsteady. His face was flushed, his breath still coming in quick bursts as he stood there.

Mettaton’s smile, always bright and radiant, faltered for a split second, and in that brief moment, you realized just how much you had both gotten caught up in it. He straightened, his fingers brushing against the edge of his zipper fly.

"Well," he said, his voice still smooth as he zipped up his pants. "That was... exciting."

His heart raced as he met your gaze, realizing the strange combination of feelings swirling inside him. But there was no awkwardness, just the soft rhythm of two lovers who knew exactly where they stood, and enjoyed it. The sex had been full of fire and energy, a blend of chemistry and theatrics that had existed since the moment he saw you.

You let out a content sigh, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm, and you couldn’t help but grin as you looked up at him.

"That was nice," you murmured, still breathless, your cheeks flushed from both the sex and the lingering warmth of the connection.

Mettaton’s eyes were sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint. "Darling, everything I do is nice. You should know that by now." He gave you a playful wink, but there was a softness to his gaze that spoke of something more than just theatrics.

You chuckled softly, reaching out to playfully adjust his tie, a tiny spark of affection in your movements. "You make everything feel... intense, but in the best way."

"I do try," Mettaton replied, his voice low and smooth, the confidence in his words tempered with a gentle warmth. His hand brushed against your cheek, a tender touch that made you smile even more. "But I must say, darling, you’re the one who makes this whole performance worthwhile."

Mettaton, ever the showman, gently pulled you toward him, his metallic frame cold against your warmth, but somehow it felt comforting, like an embrace that grounded you both. He leaned in, nuzzling the side of your neck in a soft, almost affectionate gesture, his cool lips sending a shiver down your spine. You stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence, the moment unfolding naturally.

"We really should get back to work," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, as you put your clothes back on.

"That's going to be difficult with you here, darling," he said playfully, his hand brushing against your chin in a teasing gesture. "You're quite the distraction."

The warmth between you both intensified as he spoke, and you felt the playful tension hanging in the air. You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering warmth, but the way Mettaton looked at you made it difficult to focus.

"Stop that!" You said with a soft laugh, trying to sound firm but failing to hide the smile tugging at your lips. You took a step back adjusting your clothes as you pulled away from him.

Mettaton tilted his head, his eyes glinting with that mischievous spark. "Oh, I can’t help myself. You're simply... irresistible," he teased, his voice low and husky.

Despite your words, the heat in the air between you lingered, an undeniable tension that neither of you seemed willing to break entirely.

NEXT CHAPTER

[theodorequartz]

Undertale x Nezuko Male Reader

Character Info:

Name:

" What's your name dear? "

* blink* * tilts head*

" Do you not have a na- Oh! "

* scratch* * scratch* 'M/N'

" M/n? "

* perks up * "Ah!"

" I see.. Welcome m/n "

Last name:

" Do you have a last name, dear? "

* blink* " nmm"

" No? Well that's alright, dear. "

Hair color:

" WOWIE!! YOU HAVE SUCH FLUFFY ( H/C) M/N! I COULD TOUCH IT ALL DAY! "

* purr* * purr* * nuzzle*

" NYEH! YOU ARE REALLY CUTE! SANS, CAN WE KEEP HIM!? "

" Heh. Sure bro. "

Eye color:

" For as long as I've been down here, I've never seen (e/c) eyes before. " * point*

* bite's finger* *nom* * nom*

" ow. "

Soul color:

" Huh, a pink soul.... that's new.."

* tilts head*

" Nevermind that. Now catch as many flower pellets as you can! "

Soul type:

' Smelling the scent of the butterscotch-cinnamon  pie fills you with.....Love. '

Abilities:

Inhuman speed

"Wow. You're fast kid."

" Mm!"

Inhuman strength:

" WOWIE! YOU'RE REAL STRONG! "

* carrying papyrus* "mm! "

Blood manipulation:

M/n's blood could burst into pink powerful flame's that could damage the enemy's soul.

This ability however has a different effect towards the people who m/n love's. Instead of hurting them, it gives them energy boost and healing traits.

Size manipulation:

" Oh dear... It seems like the bed is too small for you- oh!."

* shrink's* ... * blink* * blink*

" My... I guess that solve's it then" * chuckle*

... *blink*

Enhanced regeneration:

M/n could heal and regenerate his body at a slow pace ( still slightly faster than a normal human can) just as he can to his soul. It is due to the fact that he doesn't eat human flesh and souls. He regains energy by absorbing people's love, in return, he also gives them love.

Levitation/Morphing:

M/n can levitate elements and morph them to his will.

" WOWIE!"

" wh-woah... that's.. beautiful.."

" CAN YOU MAKE A TACO SHAPED ONE!?"

@#₱&+∆×÷÷π•$:

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[eeveesplace]

Regressuary 2025 Day 8

“Reader regresses for the first time after a long period of not regressing at all.” (feat. Mettaton EX)

This plot idea came to me immediately upon seeing the prompt, so I hope y’all enjoy it! I pulled some inspiration from one of @inkala’s works, and the nickname “lovie” comes from when I met Erika Henningsen last August! She was such an angel, oh my GOD! 🥹

🩷 Many thanks to @mcschnuggles for the prompts list! 🩷

Ship: Mettaton EX x GN!Reader

Word count: 308

Applicable Tags: Post-Undertale Pacifist Route, Impure Regression, Mental Exhaustion, Mental Health Issues, Hair Braiding, Pet Names, Chronic Pain, College Student Reader, Human Reader, Reader is Not Frisk, Regressor Reader, Carer Mettaton, POV Second Person

You pass through the entryway of your shared penthouse apartment, the doors slamming shut behind you. With a groan, you kick off your shoes and trudge over to the pink, plush couch. You bellyflop onto it, and your mind, which has had your stress amped up to eleven for the past month due to needing to finish your thesis, finally breaks away and puts you in a more vulnerable state.

As you hug one of the many plushies of Mettaton’s box form that lies around the house, the aforementioned robot enters the room. “Well, hello, beau-” Mettaton stops short as he sees you curled up like a cat on the couch, hands clenched around the marketable plush. He slowly walks over to the sofa, gently sitting on it and placing a hand on your back. “Is it one of those small times again, darling?” You nod, your head peeking out for a moment. “I understand. You’ve been so stressed lately and barely had a break.”

“Been hard,” you mumble. “Don’t have much time for care.” The anxiety had taken an effect on your skin and body, with pimples from stress sprouting on your face and your back aching from hours spent bent over your laptop.

“I can tell, lovie. Would you like me to help you feel pretty again?” You nod in response, and Mettaton takes a pillow from the couch and places it on his lap. “Come here, let me braid your hair.” You ease into his touch, allowing his gloved fingers to ease the tension in your scalp and partition your hair. The motions are repetitive and controlled, allowing you to relax more and reduce the worries inside your head. “I understand if you don’t want to talk, darling. Would you like me to share some good news instead?” You reply with a happy hum. “Good!”

Liked this and want more? Check the full Regressuary fic on my AO3 here!

[thegoober010]

HI the mettaton headcanons were AMAZING I LOVED THEM!!

Ok I have a bit of a specific request SO IF YOU CANT DO IT I WONT BE UPSET!!

But could you do a oneshot where Mettaton finds reader’s drawings of him, and old love letters they never gave him, and he realizes they love him AND THEN READER FINDS HIM LOOKING THROUGH THEM AND SJFJFJFJDJFJJD sorry im SO NORMAL ABOUT METTATON

-🐾 (im claiming my place as paw print anon now)

OMG I AM SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THIS EARLIER GRRRR I WAS BEING SILLY YESTERDAY BUT I AM BACK ON TRACK NOW 😈😈

AND ALSO HELL YEAH I CAN DO IT DEARIE OMG TYSM IM GLAD YA LIKED THE HEADCANONS <33!!

I SHALL GLADY DO THIS REQUEST PAW PRINT ANON!!!

also IMA DO IT LIKE THAT THEY'RE ALREADY TOGETHER JUST THAT LIKE reader got too shy to give the letters/drawings and such to him even after they got together/didn't see the point after YA KNOW ANYWAYS LETS GET INTO IT

as usual gn! reader <3!!

TW/CWS -> NONE JUST FLUFF <3!!!!

word count -> 1.8k/1,848

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Thanks so much for helping me out Mettaton!" You grinned as you picked up the huge overfilled box with your clothes. Mettaton turned his head over to you as you spoke, giving you a playful smirk, " Awe no need to thank me darling~! I'm always happy to help you out, especially since it's helping you move out into my home." Mettaton replied flipping his hair as he looked for any more boxes to put into the trunk of your car. Your face turns a light shade of pink due to his little pet names. You let out a soft chuckle as you open the door "Heh, still thank you, Uh I think there might be a few more boxes in the basement, could ya check for me?" You ask. Mettaton nods "Of course dearie~! Leave it up to me!" he says putting a hand on his hip before walking down to the basement to check for anymore boxes.

As you walk out to put the box in the trunk you slouch onto the side of the car, letting out a soft sigh. Jesus these boxes were heavy! Sometimes you forget how much stuff you buy.

As you were relaxing outside and taking a break from all the heavy lifting Mettaton was searching all throughout the basement. He was checking every crook and crevice of the basement so that he wouldn't accidentally leave anything behind. His metallic feet making a loud clanging noise as he walked, his eyes shifted over to a small box on the side of a dusty desk. He raised a brow as he quickly made his way to it. "Hehe, almost didn't notice this!" Mettaton giggled to himself as he gently grabbed the box and inspected it. As he moved it up to his eye level a small note escaped out of the open box. He raised a brow before bending down and picking it up. He inspected the note quickly, seeing how the envelope was open he let himself look inside. He took out the small note from the envelope, a small peek never hurt anybody, right? He skimmed over the note, his metallic body quickly heating up as he read every word from it.

'Mettaton, I wanted to give you this note because I've been wanting to tell you how much I truly love you, I love you more than anyone I have ever met, you're one of the first people, or well robots, to have ever made me feel this way. My heart beats a trillion times faster when I'm with you, I start to sweat and I dont know what to say, you just catch my attention every time you're near me or talk to me, you're one of the bets things to have ever happened to me and to have appeared in my life, no one has ever caught my attention like you. I hope you know what I mean, I hope you say the same to me, I hope you love me the same, because I love you so much more than you could ever imagine, I love you, so so much.' Mettaton read the note, over, and over, and over again. Each time he read it he could feel his body heat up and his heart (or well metallic heart- or monster heart? not even sure-) beat 10 times faster. A playful smirk quickly formed on his lips before he put the note back in, his eyes heart shaped as he placed the box down onto the desk. He opened up the box and saw even more letters. He grabbed a few of them and opened them, he read them as quickly as possible to not make it seem like he's taking to much time down in the basement.

'Ugh I don't even know why I feel like this, Mettaton I love you so much more than you could ever imagine, I know this note is a bit stupid, I know you probably would never like me back, but I just wish I could tell you already, I hope I don't just give up on this note like all the others but anyways I love you so much Mettaton, I genuinly do and I hope you feel the same. Ive never felt like this with anybody besides you. I feel like being with you my whole life, I feel like spending all my time with you, I want to spend all my time with you give you all my attention and love. I want to be with you for as long as I possibly can! I hope we can. I love you so much.' Mettaton could not stop reading these notes, god they were just so sweet! Mettaton let out a soft laugh, "Did they really think I wouldn't have liked them? Pff, this cutie really had no idea how much I loved them before huh." Mettaton thought out loud. He quickly opened up all the other notes, reading them. His body was currently overheating from joy and love. His pupils were heart shaped as he read through all of these little love notes that you had never given to him before. "I wonder why they didn't tell me about these notes now that we're together! Hehehe, I'll have to ask them later." He muttered, you both were daring after all, so he's a tads bit confused why you never gave him these notes after you confessed to him, he understands these were form way before you had confessed, but he wonders why you never gave them to him now that you two are together after all they're from the past and they honestly are super sweet.

He let out a soft chuckle before grabbing all the letters and organizing them. He closed them and peered inside the box once more before putting back the letters. He noticed a few more papers inside. Mettaton turned his head over to the stairs which led to the living room floor. He didn't hear any footsteps so he assumed it was safe to check. He grabbed the papers and gently placed them on the desk, he flipped through them. They were all little doodles of you and him together. They were mainly of you two going on dates and your little date ideas or about you thinking of him. He placed a hand on his mouth as he let out little giggles. His body was overheating as he looked through each one of them. As he looked through each of them he couldn't help but have a huge smile on his face. While he was giggling and smiling like an idiot at these notes and drawings he wasn't really paying much attention to his surroundings so he didn't hear you coming down to the basement, but once he heard your voice it was too late, you had caught him in the act of looking at your old and meant-to-be secret love-letters and doodles.

"Hey Mettaton I think that was all the boxes are ya done hereeee-..... uh- honey.... what are you doing...?" You ask as you had been making your way downstairs. You stopped midway on the stairs as you realized he had found that old box filled with your old love-letters and drawings. Mettaton turned his head over to you, a laugh escaped his lips and a playful smirk formed on his face as he saw your red, embarrassed face. "Hello darling! Nothing much just looking at these wonderful little drawings and letters you made to me in the past! Hopefully ya don't mind dear!" Mettaton replied putting the drawings and letters back gently. He closed the box and carried it, he walked over to you and looked down at your blushing, embarrassed face. He pinched your cheek as he laughed "No need to be so embarrassed! These are adorable I think I'll keep them!" Mettaton grinned, you tried to take away the box but due to his tall stature he was able to keep them out of your reach by holding them higher. "Mettaton!! Those are private! You weren't ment to find them! They're really old they're from before we got together and- and they're really bad!" You replied, your tone filled with shame as you crossed your arms, you hid your face with one of your hands trying to hide your embarrassment and just yourself in general as if that would work.

Mettaton smirked and shook his head. "But they're cute! I like them! So what if they're old and cheesy? They just show how much you really love me, no need to be so embarrassed!" Mettaton chuckled ruffling your hair. You grumbled in response causing Mettaton to take your hand of your face and pinch your cheek once more, admiring your cute features. "You look so adorable when you're all embarrassed like this! Just look at you darling so cute~!" he teased causing you to stumble all over your words. You let out a grumble.

"I'm taking these with us dearie! Now come on let's get going so we can move everything in early! We wouldn't want to be unpacking all your stuff late at night now would we? We don't want you missing out on your beauty rest hehe!" Mettaton giggled before using his arm to pick you up. Despite your many protests he loved picking you up, being able to keep you so close to him physically and being able to show everyone how close you two are made him very happy for some reason, it felt like he was able to show you off like this and he loved it! He giggled as he brought you two to the car, he placed you down so that he could open the back car door and place the small box on the seat. Once he did he closed the door and looked down at you. "Awe don't look at me like that dear~! It's not my fault your little love letters were so cute that I want to keep them." Mettaton remarked noticing your blushing face. "Ugh it's just a bit embarrassing is all..." You mumbled.

Mettaton placed his hand on his hip. He put his other hand on his chin as he seemed to think for a bit. "Hmmm, well, no need to be embarrassed! Those little notes just show how much you love me darling~!" he smirked. "Now come on, get in the car so we can get going, I want to get home and relax with you already!" Mettaton smiled as he bent down to give your face multiple little pecks on your cheeks, forehead and lips, leaving you all red in the face and feel embarrassed but also lovely. You gave him a peck on the cheek before nodding. "Fine, fine, let's get going then." You reply with a soft smile forming. He grins widely as he played with you hair. "Good~! Oh and- don't be scared to make me some new letters or drawings hehehe!! I'll appreciate every single one of them!" "Hm, fine, if that's what you want my love." You reply.

"Heh, I love you so much darling!"

[hotpinkboots]

~"Come Cuddle, Idiot!"~

(Mettaton EX x Fem!Reader Fluff Oneshot)

Late at night and I felt the sudden urge to write something short and cozy :> contains cute couple bickering, a little game of hard to get and cuddling killer robots. Kept it short bc it's late and I'm sleepy

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Click, click, click. The sound of you typing on your phone was getting on Mettaton's nerves. What on Earth were you doing, anyway? Sitting on a beanbag chair, completely absorbed in your typing, when your absolutely GORGEOUS boyfriend was lying ALONE on the bed a few feet away from you, that's what.

"DARLING," Mettaton interrupted suddenly, scoffing multiple times to show his disdain and disbelief at your behavior. You only responded with a very distracted, "Huh?"

Mettaton flopped back onto the bed, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead dramatically. "You're SOOOO BORING right now. Come here." He tossed his hand in your direction, making a shooing motion at your device. A grin began tugging at the corner of your lips, but you forced it away to continue looking nonchalant. You had decided to play hard-to-get, specifically to get on his nerves.

Of course, he played hard-to-get very often himself, and so he picked up on it immediately. Mettaton gasped. "Oh. Don't you dare ignore me. Come here!" He demanded playfully. Once again, silence and a tiny half smile on your lips was the only bit of acknowledgement he received.

"Brat," Mettaton added, shifting to lay on his side. He exhaled deeply, feeling completely inconvenienced- until you suddenly shut your phone off, tossed it to the side, and stood up to approach him at last. Mettaton smiled in delight, opening his arms to you.

"Come cuddle, idiot!" He invited excitedly. You scoffed in both amusement and exasperation at the name calling, and you found yourself quickly climbing onto the bed with him, tucking yourself against him so you were the little spoon. Mettaton immediately gave you a good squeeze and affectionately began kissing the top of your head as many times as he could.

He wasn't a cold piece of machinery. He was warm. You could feel the heat radiating comfortingly from his body.

*You felt toasty. Your Love increased.

(And I DON'T mean Level Of Violence.)

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~Love, PinkBoots

[zombie-mortem]

– Dou you wanna dance, darling? ✨🎀

Ok, I think maybe I like drawing with Mettaton too much. Maybe I'll continue my ship with him. 🎀😻

[tooti-fruiti]

GLITZ AND GLAMOR

Mettaton X Female! Reader

An Undertale Fanfiction

[Lights! Camera! Action!]

When falling into the underground after chasing your dog up the mountain, you find yourself in a strange new world full of strange new creatures. Will you ever get out? And what friends will you make along the way?

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

soon to be released