In the Moment-

cosmicconjurer:

Gender Neutral Mettaton/Reader

Mettaton gives you a makeover.

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You tried to keep absolutely still. But god did your nose itch. “Mettaton, can you scratch my nose? Pretty please?” You asked, cracking and eye open. He sighed, giving you that sweet gentle smile. He was always gentle with you.
“You should know better than to distract an artist when he’s working, darling.” the robot chided, waggling a finger. Still, he did give your nose a scratch, to which you were very thankful. You got back into place as he continued brushing your cheeks lightly.
You’d never understand how a robot would be so much better at contouring than you.
“We’re just about finished anyway, sweetheart.” He hummed, making your heart flip as always. The metallic overlay to his voice always gave you a shiver up your spine. He was more attractive than anyone you had ever met, which of course, one would expect when the man was crafted to be perfect. But…it wasn’t just that. No, it was him. Who he was. His personality shined through every bolt and metal plate on him. God he was amazing.
If he ever knew about your feelings, he never let on. Then again,everyone loved him so he probably assumed you did too.
The absence of movement on your face pulled you back from your thoughts.
“All done, darling. No need to thank me~” He cooed. You open your eyes and see a mirror held in his pristine gloved hand.
…..Wow. You looked completely different. But still the same in a way.
“When did you find time to do my eyebrows?” you wondered aloud. Your eyes met his pink ones and you noticed he was…well staring. His lips were parted and his eyes seemed to be in another place.
“Uh Metta?” You felt kind of uncomfortable being stared at so intensely.
He seemed to wake up and laughed, obviously embarrassed.
“Excuse me, darling! You’re just…so very  lovely. Just ah…allow me to try something.” He muttered, cupping your jaw with his silk gloves.
Soft. Sweet. Metal. Silicone.
It took you a moment. He was kissing you. Quite enthusiastically in fact. You returned the motion aand you could feel him smile against your mouth.
“Just as I thought.” He whispered, only an inch between your lips and his. “You /do/ taste as good as you look.” He giggled and you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him again. There would be questions and feeling talks another time. For now, you just wanted to bask in this moment and the strawberry metal tinged taste of his lips.