It's So Disappointing Cause I've Had The Longest Crush On Mettaton Only To Find Out SANS Is The Shit,

it's so disappointing cause I've had the longest crush on mettaton only to find out SANS is the shit, apparently

The fact that at least three times, toby fox has given the internet someone tall dark and sexy and the internet has cast them aside for a horrid tiny man never fails to fuckin wreck me

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Fashion

idk when was the last time I posted here lol but here have this

hey 👁👁 how abt reader spoiling/pampering risotto 👁👁 poor goth man needs it

Sicilian Snuggles-Risotto x Reader

You treat Risotto to some gentle relaxation

Getting Risotto away from the computer was one of the hardest things you had to do. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but getting Risotto “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” Nero to stop working was nigh on impossible. It wasn’t until you threatened to unplug the router did you get him to stop. You would never manipulate Risotto in any way, but exploiting his lack of technological savvy worked to your advantage. It’s not like it was malicious, anyhow.

You dragged him into the bathroom, where a nice hot bath awaited him. Ignoring his slight pout, you ordered him to get in, turning away and shutting your eyes to be polite.

He slipped into the bath with a sigh of satisfaction and a deep exhale. You grinned, quickly getting to work on massaging the massive knots that made up his shoulders. Risotto melted into your touch, sinking lower into the bath.

Next, you worked his hair into a lather, relishing the fluffy white strands as you worked your special “light hair restoring” shampoo, that you may or may not have bought just for him, into his scalp, He insisted that he rinse his own hair and you let him. Risotto rarely asked for you to stop pampering him, but then again he rarely ever asked to be pampered.

You scrubbed him from head to toe, sloughing off the dead skin with practiced precision. He seemed surprised at the amount that came off, but you tried not to make a face at his bodily neglect.

It was hard to not stare as he rose from the bath. But you respected his boundaries and his (frankly unneeded) timidness about his body.

You toweled him down and fluffed up his hair before applying a charcoal mask to his face.

“You don’t need to be wasting your products on me,” he murmured, but you were quick to shut it down.

“It’s not wasting. I want you to feel comfortable and try something new.”

He grunted as you shooed him out of the bathroom. The passing glances you received from Pesci and Formaggio made Risotto shrink and tuck his head into his chest. You sent them, mainly Formaggio, a look to make them think twice about even uttering a word of this to anyone. Pesci swallowed hard and nodded while Formaggio was frozen in place. Good.

When you were away from the prying eyes of his team, you turned away to give him privacy while he dressed. He cleared his throat to get your attention.

He had lain down, patting his pectorals. Despite your earlier confidence and your unwavering love for him, you were shy about sitting on his chest. But his chest didn’t even sink under your weight which was only encouraging. You took your time peeling it off, taking special care to not pull too hard. He didn’t wince even when you peeled the mask away from the thinner areas of skin. To reward him for his patience, you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

After meticulously applying moisturizer to his face, Risotto was finally fed up with your doting. He wrestled you into his arms without any malice, holding you tight to his chest. His nose was buried into your hair with your face smushed into the broad expanse of his chest, not that you were complaining.

“You don’t have to do this for me,” he murmured.

“If you don’t hush, I will actually hit you.” It lacked any real bite, and you wouldn’t even lay a hand on him if you could. Risotto’s chuckle reverberated through your body. He knew it too.

“I love you.”

Your face was pressed harder into his chest before you could shower him in a waterfall of petnames and other embarrassing things. All you could get out was a very muffled ‘I love you, too’. His hold didn’t falter at all, leaving you too look at nothing else besides his room.

In contrast to his team, his room was bare. A warm-toned grey covered the walls, the trim a faded white. There was a dresser on the far wall, filled with his monochrome clothing and a few of your sleeping shirts (the shirts you had stolen from him). The only decorations he had were things you had given him. A tiny ceramic calico cat sat on his bedside table, which he claimed watched over him while he slept. The only problem you had with that was that the cat was also asleep. On top of the dresser was a little glass blown bull you had found in an artisanal shop not too far from the team’s house. Hanging on wall above the dresser was a watercolor print of a cute little cottage, once again purchased by you for him. Other than those three things, and the multitude of little presents you got him that were placed in his office, there wasn’t any decor.

You were successful in wiggling an arm free to wrap around his waist. Risotto mumbled in your ear, voice thick and heavy with sleepiness. His grip had loosened a fair amount, letting you free your other arm to cup and caress his sweet face.

Risotto didn’t bother pretending he wasn’t tired. His snowy eyelashes fell over his chiseled cheeks, lips tugged into a ghost of a smile. Sneakily, you stole a kiss from his plump lips, burying your face into his shoulder. He didn’t give in to your light teasing. It only seemed to further comfort and relax him, if the way he huddled close to you was any hint.

When you were satisfied that he wouldn’t try to kiss you back, you indulged in peppering little kisses all over his face. One to his chin, one to his lips, three to his strong nose, two right in the middle of his eyebrows. A few to his barely smiling cheeks, three on each eyelid, one to each eyebrow, and another on his lips again. Risotto grunted, bumping your forehead with his nose when you pulled away to tuck your face back in his shoulder.

You knew very well that Risotto was paranoid, always watching and expecting the worst. Having him fall asleep in your arms (or were you in his?) made your heart swell. His breathing had already evened out, face falling into his usual neutral expression. He trusted you unequivocally, and loved you without any questions. And it was more than you could ever ask for.

panel redraw?????? this is my first one but I'm sure I'll be drawing waaay more of these cause it's very fun :) I like to see the difference in art styles as I keep drawing hehe

🌸anyways be gay, stan Trish