#mettaton x reader

[zombie-mortem]

I love my god boy. 🎀🪱

[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

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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)

[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

[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.)

~~~~~

~Love, PinkBoots

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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

[mettatonblog]

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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

[mettaloverxx]

Man this blog is so wholesome,,, If you are still doing them how about classic Metta and Mettafell with a big fluffy apex monster reader?

Thank you. I'm so glad ppl love this blog 💗

Hope you enjoy this anonie!!

Mettaton & Mettafell with a fluffy apex s/o!

💔Mettafell [aka bug]💔

Mettafell is a very strong and dangerous robot (he is built to kill humans after all) I think some monsters are afraid of him at times sense he can be a...little unstable *cough* (nottomentionthesecretafterdark showswherehe'sknowntokillmonsters forviews) *cough* so I feel once he gets into a relationship with you he feels like you and him are the 1# power couple in the underground. Your giant sharp claws, his metal one. Your sharp fangs, along with his metal spiky ones... you both make the perfect pair, darling!

He definitely shows you off. He'll feature you in some segments of his shows where it shows your raw strength and power. Like he'll set up stage battles with monsters you fight, it's sorta rigid because he always makes sure you win, and he will definitely step in if he feels the other team is being too rough with you or is winning.

Some of bug fans adore you,,, some don't, some have very violent opinions about you and post about it on the undernet but strangely those post don't stay up long and what's even more strange is that those monsters go missing. Huh weird, right?

Mettafell likes to get his claws done with you (ofc!! if you're ok with it) and get matching colors. He mostly does it at home with you because he's very strict with the salon workers-- he gets pissed if they cut them too short.

Bug sells merch with you and him on it, and it looks the coolest. The item that gets sold out most is the posters where bug is posing, holding his 2 chainsaws and your posing beside him with your claws and fangs coved in fake blood. That poster always makes you smile when you look at it because in that photo shoot, the make-up artist accidentally dropped some of the prop blood in your mouth, and it tasted t e r r i b l e, the sruched up nasty face you were making caused mettafell to chuckle and you almost started laughing to when you told him it tasted like 2000 year old of hot garbage in your mouth. And you almost got some of the prop blood in his hair he wasn't too thrilled about that, tho

The both of you are just two big goobers who look scary, but in reality, you're just regular goobers.

His favorite part of the day is when he's alone at home with you, and you let him snuggle into your soft fur while he tells you about his day, and you both talk about wherever comes to mind.

Even though he is literally a murder bot, he feels very safe and secured around you he deeply loves his darling apex with all of his being, and he tells you how much he loves you almost every night as you both fall asleep.

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💓Mettaton💓

Mettaton the most famous and fabulous celebrity in the underground. Was saw outside posted up with some fluffy apex monster?? What?! His fans were gossiping all about you on the undernet. And of course, you know mettaton made a completely over the top romantic post confirming that you're his partner and how special you are to him.

I think most of his fans think both of you are so adorable together! They make lovely edits of you two.

Mettaton lovesss adding you in his movies, shows, or plays. He secretly feels like you're a good luck charm to him. Even if you're not the best actor or even if your part is super short. being on set with you makes his soul soar. like he knows it's going to be an amazing day when you're here beside him, darling 💗

Sense your strong. I can see mettaton dramatically fainting in your arms a lot. One time, he saw there was a small dent on his arm, and he was like, "...darling the pain... it's unbearable.. I can't possibly go on like this..catch me.." He then would fall in your arms. He does this spontaneously sometimes, so be prepared, lol

Spa days are always fun. mettaton would love to dye your fur! He would love to dye it pink or some other color that would fit you.

And ofc Metta loves shopping for makeup and face care stuff to, so He knows all the brands that will keep your fur soft and shiny

He definitely likes to brush your fur when it's shedding time to! It's relaxing to him.

Sometimes, if there's a little piece of fluff on you that looks like it's getting ready to shed, he'll just walk up to you and gently pull it off

Also, be careful not to get glitter in your fur when you're around him!! Oh, it's too late already in fur :(

Metta treasures the small moments you share together. He trys to take at least one photo of these moments, for he can put the picture in his diary and gush about how much he adores you and write about all the planed dates and vacations he's planing to go on with you.

Mettaton loves you so so so much. You mean the world to him. You're like a light in his life that he never knew he needed before. And now that he has you, he's going to make sure to cherish you 💗

[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!

[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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[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

[sleepingdeath-light]

transmasc s/o hcs ; mettaton

requested by ; anonymous (26/08/23)

fandom(s) ; undertale

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; mettaton

outline ; “Whenever you want to write this: Mettaton x transmasc reader relationship headcanons

Reader using he/they pronouns✨”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

regardless of what point in your personal transition journey you’re in when the two of you meet and start dating, you can guarantee that mettaton is going to do whatever he can to help you out — be that with funds for surgeries or therapies or hrt, with finding new clothes that actually fit you in the way you want them to, with correcting people that misgender you when you’re perhaps too exhausted or too anxious to do so yourself, with helping you advocate for your care with hospital staff, or with whatever else

just say the word and he’s there, dramatic as ever but still serious in his own way, ready to do whatever you ask him to — after all, acts of service is one of his big love languages

as his boyfriend you have access to all the same resources he does — personal stylists, makeup artists, body guards, his fabulous wealth and the businesses he runs, etc. — and he’s very keen on spoiling you thoroughly rotten whenever he gets the chance

new seasonal wardrobes to keep up with all the trends, trips abroad to celebrate even the smallest of your personal achievements, preorders of books and merch for the things you’re passionate about, and body guards (and a boyfriend who used to be a killer robot) who are there to keep you safe even as you travel to places that aren’t necessarily the friendliest to monsters or to queer people — oh and how can we forget all of the dates he takes you on, all to places that are sure to take your breath away

switches between your preferred pronouns without stuttering or hesitation when talking about you to other people, swapping out his hes and theys as casually as can be, and he’s more than willing to correct anyone who messes up — kindly if it’s clear it was accidental, or bitchily as hell if it’s clear they were trying to be an asshole

your ultimate hype man and cheerleader and caretaker all in one through the more draining aspects of your transition — there to make sure you’re well taken care of and pampered, cheering you on so you know you’re not alone every step of the way, and there with you to celebrate and compliment the results after each step you take (and those that you decide aren’t for you; his support is unconditional and he loves seeing you make the right choices for you)

if you choose to medically transition he’s going to find the whole process quite interesting, drawing similarities to his own choice to abandon his original form as a ghost to embrace a new body and identity as the person he is today — also thinks your top surgery scars look incredible and in an ideal world would love to buy you clothes that show them off

[bookiezzz]

Hiiiiii❗️ May I please request headcanons of Kazuichi, Kaito, and Gonta (danganronpa) taking care of a stressed-out male reader? (Also, I'm BIG, big on physical affection, just putting that out there)

a/n : thanks for the request!! And absolutely no inconvenience at all! I am familiar with dr1 but never finished dr2, nonetheless Dr3. definitely super happy with a Undertale request too. I had a lot of free time today so I will just finish this up now! This was super nice to write and I hope you like it!

Asriel, Papyrus, and Mettaton with a stressed-out male Reader

ASRIEL

ASRIEL is likely to pick up on your stress or burnout

I think he’d be very good at reading people, you most of all

So when he INEVITABLY picks up on your

new behavior or constant tiredness, he will try to come up with a gentle approach to the matter.

He would start holding your hand a little bit more, or hugging you from behind whenever he sees you

An occasional kiss on the cheek<3

At one point, ASRIEL begins with a more direct approach, straight-up asking you if everything’s been okay in regards to tasks, work, school, activities, your schedule in general

No matter your response, ASRIEL will inform you that he’s picked up on your change in behavior and encourages you to rest to the best of your ability

I’m SURE he would also ask you to go somewhere with him if you’re up for it!(meaning eating out, going shopping, an activity you generally enjoy!)

At the end of the day, he just encourages you to do whatever feels right and whatever helps you relax and feel good about yourself,,. he’s so sweet

ASRIEL will end it all off with asking to cuddle, relax, or spend quality time with each other, for some sense of comfort and normality.

He wishes you only the best, and hopes you relax more :(

PAPYRUS

PAPYRUS might take a bit to pick up on

But if your energy or playful manner slowly (or quickly, for that matter) depletes, he will start noticing that something clearly isn’t right with you.

And he doesn’t want to see you upset 🙁

He will come to you, genuinely concerned, and just quietly ask if everything’s okay right now

Or if he knows about the absurd amount of things on your plate and how it is maybe stressing you out, he’ll just ask “So. How’s [blank] going?”

IT MIGHT JUST BE ME but i feel like he would say some silly pick up line while asking and it kinda lightens up the mood jepshshsj??

“So, [Name], everything alright lately? You are seemingly less energetic the last few days. Maybe missing Vitamin… Me?”

followed by a mischevious “nyehehe..”

If you say it’s fine, he will most likely persist in asking until he gets an answer that he’s satisfied with.

If you say that you’re just a bit tired out (naming a specific cause or not), he picks up on that immediately and tries to play it cool. Just asking if anything will help, anything he can do, etc.

PAPYRUS engulfs you in a tight hug for a few seconds!

Hes going to look out for it more

Trying to steal you away from anything he deems as unnecessary, or anything he thinks can wait for later, and tries to spend more time with you

i know he will cook for you too

I think he would encourage you to not stress, take your mind off of it, and let it go!

METTATON

(you get a gif for this one)

I think METTATON would relate in a way, I guess?

I mean he IS pretty fabulous and has a busy, busy schedule

He would notice your behavior and at first, just tell you to take a break

When he realizes that may be impossible for you at the moment, he will share some ways to make the most out of everything, and to save time for yourself

That last bit, oh, that wasn’t an option.

METTATON will BRING you out and you will have a good time

There’s always a good time with METTATON, right ?

He tries as hard as possible to make you forget any problems and tries to relieve your stress

He would take you shopping, out to dinner, partying, or dancing

“Come on, darling! Live a little!”

If you are ever just sitting with him and he sees a worried expression, or that you’re dozing off, he’ll hold your hand or kiss your forehead/lips/cheek/hand (literally anywhere)

METTATON just wants his favorite boy, his darling to feel like himself again

He knows how fabulous you can be and how fabulous you are, and wants you to be happy, with your spark back.

[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

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~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

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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)

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

Request Guidelines!

~Love, HotPinkBoots

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[backupdarlin]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

✨Read the pinned post before requesting, darlings!✨

I'm also looking for new media to write with so I don't get bored of writing the same fandoms, I'd love it if you suggested new videogames or movies to me.

Keep in mind that I write with a wide variety of movies! I'd love it if I got some 70s/80s movie character requests :D

New year, new writing! Cheers, love!