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Hey did you write a fanfiction called "an air if mattress"? Because it follows the same pattern of events in all your nsfw papyton comics and art in exact order.
haha no that wasnt me!! my writings not that good. the person who wrote it does have a tumblr tho its @mettatontrash (i cant properly @ for some reason, im on mobile)im glad to have influenced it tho it made me smile when i read that bit lol
not to kinkshame (absolutely to kinkshame) but do you guys ever think about papyrus as a hyper-realistic skeleton while reading all ya fics n shit, does that still get you off
like do you look at this and think mmm i wanna shove my fist up that pelvis hole
hey i just wanted to say love your work so much??? your papyton fic is so cute and sweet like you got the characters so well and u rly know what ur doing with dialogue to convey a fluffy natural relationship and i love it ;u; and ur art too!!! ur expressions are so good and im sorry im just so happy with ur stuff it's hella
aw jeez .... thank you so much... im so flattered... wah
hi i havent written fanfiction in at least a year and a half and ive NEVER written smut before but UH. HERE I AM . PRESENTING TO YOU ... this.
rated mature ... its not especially sexy but it has got the sex
Papyrus burst in through the door of his small shared apartment, holding in one hand a magazine he’d just picked up from the corner liquor store. He nearly forgot to shut the door in his excitement (a mistake which he quickly remedied, taking care to make sure he locked it as well), and didn’t even bother taking off his shoes.
"Hey Mettaton! You won’t believe what I’ve got! Well, you would, since you’ve been waiting all week for them, but that’s besides the point -” He ran his mouth even after realizing Mettaton wasn’t in the living room, stopping only when he heard a faint shuffling from the bedroom. He quickly made his way over, eager to share the news.
"The critics for your last show said it was fantastic! Well, every show you’re a part of gets good reviews, but this one’s so much more important since you got the lead! Though, personally, I think they could have elaborated more on your particularly astounding portrayal of your character,” he continued, opening the bedroom door.
Mettaton sat on the bed, astonished to say the least. He hadn’t expected Papyrus home for at least another half hour, but even more surprising to the young actor was the fact that his boyfriend has yet to notice what he’d just walked in on. In his past relationships, his partner would be stopped in their tracks to gawk at the beautiful display that was his naked body.
The musical he’d been preparing for for the past several months was finally going live; opening night was last week, and he’d been performing every night since. There was to be a show every day for a month, and this was his only night off. He had planned on alleviating some of the pent up stress, and had just begun massaging the outer lips of his labia when he heard the door open. There was simply no time to get dressed (or so he reasoned to himself), so he resolved to only removing his hand from between his legs. Otherwise, no effort was made to hide his plans for the night.
Yet Papyrus remained oblivious. His eyes remained glued to the rave reviews, reading a few aloud to his boyfriend, whom he’d imagined to be hanging to his every word, as he always did when Papyrus would shower him in praise. Now, this isn’t to say Mettaton wasn’t appreciative of the flattery he was receiving for his excellent stage performance, but there were more pressing matters which needed attending to at the moment.
Still, Mettaton found himself too enamored by his boyfriend’s antics to bother interrupting the onslaught of compliments, as he always did when Papyrus would shower him in praise. Were it anyone else, Mettaton would feel inclined to clear his throat to bring his lover’s attention to the most important subject in the room - himself - so he could get what he wants. But with Papyrus, he's contented just by his presence.
“...And this one! This critic talks mostly about your costars’ interaction with your role, but there’s parts of it which I’ve highlighted for you which are totally Mettaton-centric, here y-you...” Papyrus had finally caught wind of his bare state, noticing only when he looked up to hand the magazine over to him (only after reading the majority of the entries aloud), and was rendered speechless and frozen. Mettaton fought to stifle a giggle.
“This is why knocking is important, sweetheart,” Mettaton playfully chided.
“Oh, gosh-!” At Mettaton’s words, Papyrus came to his senses. He slapped the magazine to his face, partially to keep himself from staring at Mettaton, and partially to hide his quickly reddening face. “I’m sorry, you were clearly in the middle of something, er, should I leave this on the bed stand? No, I ought to get out of your way, give you your privacy, I’ll just set this down somewhere near here -”
“Darling, what is the matter with you? It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before.” Amused, Mettaton sat up and gave a sultry look to his boyfriend.
“Well yes but those instances were planned -”
“There’s no harm in a little spontaneity.”
“I suppose, but we would also be fairly equally undressed -”
“Now that’s an issue I can’t deny, but it’s something we can easily fix...” Mettaton’s voice trailed off as he stared Papyrus down, as if he could pull him closer with just his gaze alone.
Papyrus slowly lowered his shield of glossy pages, face as dark as it could get, already being naturally dark without the added blush. “Are you sure you’re okay with me interrupting you like this...?”
Mettaton snorted at the notion . “Of course I am. Now, are you going to come over here and join me or are you just going to stand in the doorway looking cute?"
At Mettaton’s invitation, Papyrus lost his initial apprehension and shuffled closer, kicking his shoes off once he reached the foot of the bed. He moved to take off his jacket, before realizing his hand still clutched the magazine, which had now lost its place as the top priority in Papyrus’s book.
“Oh, um, did you want to take a look at this?” He held the (now wrinkled) issue out towards Mettaton, who plucked it out of his hand and tossed it onto the bedside table.
“I’ll check it out later.” It warmed his heart, really. He usually didn’t bother reading the printed reviews, instead checking the online consensus, but he would keep true to his word and read them this time (when he isn’t focused on wooing his boyfriend), if only for Papyrus. Papyrus, the sweetest person he’s ever met and the best boyfriend he’s ever had. Just thinking about him sent a surge of affection through Mettaton.
Mettaton watched Papyrus with exaggerated intent as he continued to undress himself, resting his chin in his hand and scanning Papyrus up and down every so often. As soon as his shirt hit the floor, Mettaton let out a wolf whistle, grinning wildly at Papyrus’s petulant expression.
“I can’t believe how childishly you’re behaving right now!” Papyrus put a hand to his chest, putting on an air of annoyance. He was quite theatrical and played the part well, though the smile on his face gave him away. To think, just a moment ago he was too embarrassed to meet his partner’s eye. “I’ve half a mind to leave you like this. You’re obviously hot and bothered by the mere sight of my impressive muscles; how will you fare without your proper fill of Papyrus?”
“Oh, I’ve no idea... I couldn’t dream of such unbearable torture!” Mettaton threw himself against Papyrus, quite-conspicuously pressing his breasts to the other’s chest. “You wouldn’t do such a brutish thing to this poor soul, would you?” He looked up at Papyrus dramatically, complete with a swish of the hair accompanied by a practiced eyelash flutter.
“Hmm, I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it -” Cue a hurt gasp from Mettaton, stage left. Papyrus skillfully ignored Mettaton’s acting, stroking his chin in faux-consideration while Mettaton rolled his eyes at his unappreciative audience. He flashed a grin at Mettaton, whose counterfeit pout faded into an expectant smile.
“I have opted to grant you mercy this time, you coquettish fiend! However, if you think you can continue your antics without consequences you would be quite incorrect! Just because I have spared you now doesn’t mean I’ll be so kind in the future!”
“Alright babe, I’ll tone it down...But you really can’t blame me for showing my appreciation for your hot bod can you?”
“Well, I suppose I can’t... This body is pretty hot,” Papyrus gloats, flexing and posing for his boyfriend, who somehow manages to mask his giggle as an impressed hum. “However! You couldn’t find any other way to voice your appreciation?”
At that, Mettaton perked up. “Oh I could think of plenty,” he said, giving a wink to accentuate exactly what he was getting at. (Though, it wasn’t hard to get in that frame of mind, seeing as Metta was completely undressed.)
“Th-that wasn’t what I meant! I-” Mettaton ran his hands up and down the other’s torso, keeping his eyes locked with Papyrus’s. “I didn’t intend to-” He wrapped his arms around Papyrus’s neck, slowly pressing kisses to the side of Papyrus’s face, which was warming up by the second. “But if you want to, I won’t object-” With his boyfriend’s approval, Mettaton leaned backwards, bringing the both of them onto the bed.
“So, what should I do first? Give you a show? Kiss you all over? Or,” He brought his hand to the front of Papyrus’s jeans, massaging the bulge there, earning a choked groan from him. “I think I’ll focus on this, actually.” He rolled them over, sitting on Papyrus’s lap as he worked on removing his partner’s pants. He inched them down, relishing the impatient whines he elicited from Papyrus.
Once they were off, Mettaton situated himself between Papyrus’s legs, stroking the thigh on either side of him. “Ready?” The legs under his hands kicked impatiently.
“The Great Papyrus has been ready, for the past five minutes!”
Mettaton laughed at his boyfriend’s impatience, which couldn’t be hidden in the best of circumstances. “Well, I won’t keep you waiting any longer, I promise.” He kept to his word, finally taking his member in hand.
He started slow, languidly dragging his fingers up and down the shaft, earning groans from Papyrus. God, he was easy to please. With the slightest twist of the hand or added pressure Papyrus shook, back arching and lips quivering. When Mettaton decided to touch his lips to the tip, Papyrus cried out and reached for Mettaton’s hair, gripping it and pushing his head down. Mettaton wasn’t surprised, he’d had his fair share of being pushed around in bed and had learned to adapt easily. His mouth fell open and his tongue laid flat to take it in, and he let out a moan of his own so Papyrus would feel the vibration of his vocal cords.
Papyrus couldn’t help the twitches of his hips upwards, unintentionally forcing Mettaton to take more and more with each thrust. It wasn’t a challenge for him though, and he took him deeper into his throat with ease. He massaged the underside of Papyrus’s dick with his tongue, lapping at each inch as it came into his mouth. At the base, Mettaton’s hand was working him just as well as he was with his tongue. With the pumping of his fingers and the workings of his tongue, Papyrus was coming undone, breath shortening and whole body shaking.
Mettaton, not wanting the fun to end early, pulled up with a smack. He wiped his chin and brought his hand to his lips, licking off the mixture of saliva and precum. Papyrus whined, “Metta, I was so close-!” “Yes, I know, that’s why I stopped. Don’t worry hon I’ve still got more in store for you.”
With that, Mettaton sat up, moving once again to sit on Papyrus’s lap. "You know, I’m not quite ready yet... Papyrus, would you be a dear and do me a favor?”
“Ye-Yes?” he answered, still reeling over the blowjob he was just given.
“Could you take care of this for me?” He leaned back on his hands, tilting his hips forward. “I could use a break for a moment.”
“Um, okay...” Fingering wasn’t exactly Papyrus’s strong point - his fingers were rough and calloused from working and he didn’t have much finesse - but he wouldn’t be discouraged. He reached out and brushed his hand across Mettaton’s inner thigh before reaching the lips of his labia. Mettaton hummed, encouraging him to go further.
He touched a finger to the opening, feeling a slight wetness there already. Taking a breath, Papyrus slid his index finger inside, earning a sigh from Mettaton. He rocked his hand back and forth, not quite pushing all the way, instead barely slipping shallowly into the hole.
“Mm,” To say the least, Mettaton wasn’t completely satisfied. He brought a hand to Papyrus’s, pressing it to hint Papyrus to go deeper. “Put another finger, too.” Hesitantly, Papyrus added his middle finger to his index, pushing them both further than he had before. He wasn’t sure about it at first, but the breathy moan that came from Mettaton. He continued, curling his fingers and eliciting yet another moan.
“Oh, that’s good...” He thrust his fingers further, stroking the inside of Mettaton’s vagina with each thrust. “Papy, stop for a sec?” Stopping in his tracks, Papyrus immediately pulled his fingers out. “Yeah Metta?” If anything, he was obedient in bed. Some other time he’d have to experiment with some dom/sub stuff to bring that into play.
“I think I’m good to go now. You good?” Papyrus nodded enthusiastically. “Alright - hey, wanna take the reins this time?” Mettaton offered, feeling a little too tired to put his effort into riding his boyfriend’s dick tonight.
“Sure, Metta. Here, lemme just...” Papyrus gently rolled them over, placing Mettaton’s head precariously on a pillow. He took a moment to admire his boyfriend, his hair beautifully strewn over the pillow and face, slightly flushed, staring back at him.
“What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing, I just... I thought... I think you look particularly pretty right now.” he admitted, looking off to the side. “You’re stunning, you know?”
Mettaton was taken aback. He should be used to the flattery by now, but coming from Papyrus (especially in a setting like this) Mettaton couldn’t help getting jitters. “I... Yes I do know but really do you have to address that now? It’s... embarrassing.”
“Oh! I didn’t mean to make you feel like that - are you still, up for all this?” Papyrus bit his lip and looked expectantly down at Mettaton.
“Of course! I just... you’re just too sweet to me sometimes, darling.” He leaned up, kissing Papyrus on the cheek. In response, Papyrus took one hand and cupped Mettaton’s cheek, holding his face while he placed a kiss on his lips. It was deep and passionate and neither quite wanted to pull away, but they did eventually need to breathe. “God, I love you.” “I love you too, Metta... Should I, um, put it in, now?” “Yes please.”
With that he positioned himself, lining himself up with Mettaton and then slowly pushing inside. At a groan, Papyrus stopped and asked “is everything alright?”, to which Mettaton insisted he continue. “You always stop, dear, we’ve done this a thousand times I’m always fine,” “Sixteen,” “What?” “We’ve done this sixteen times, not counting that one time in the car because that didn’t count... Sixteen is not a thousand by... well I can’t really do the math right now bu-OH!” Mettaton hadn’t the time to listen to Papyrus go on about how they hadn’t technically done it enough times for it to come naturally according to the guides online, so he thrust up so his pelvis met Papyrus’s.
“Less talking, more fucking, yeah?” With a feeling like that Papyrus couldn’t really refuse, so he set aside his worries (for now) and rocked his hips forward, eliciting yet more groans from Mettaton, each sounding more comfortable than the last. Papyrus couldn’t help but make his own noises as well, outbursts of garbled words which were probably supposed to be compliments to Mettaton.
Soon they got into a rhythm, a slow pace as was Papyrus’s apparent style. It was fine by Mettaton, who didn’t mind how he was being fucked as much as who was doing the fucking. And as it was Papyrus, he enjoyed it very much. He closed his eyes, focusing on the steady rocking back and forth of Papyrus inside of him. His groans were now loud moans, as he wasn’t the most quiet of bed partners. Languid, drawn out cries of Papyrus’s name filled the room, encouraging Papyrus to go deeper.
Papyrus could barely handle it any longer, and his breathing became erratic as did the movement of his hips. He thrust hard into Mettaton, who let out an “ooh” of satisfaction, losing the restraint by the second. One particular thrust sent Mettaton over the edge, and he threw his head back and nearly screamed. His torso arched upwards and his legs shook on either side of Papyrus as he rode out his orgasm.
A few seconds later and Papyrus came as well, collapsing on top of Mettaton and clenching the blankets below. Mettaton, who was still quite sensitive, groaned beneath him, shivering with pleasure. The room became quiet, as the two tried to catch their breath.
“Pap, could you get off of me?”
“Oh! Right! Sorry!” Obediently, he pulled out and rolled off, lying next to Mettaton instead, still breathing heavily.
“It’s okay, you were just kind of squishing me,” Mettaton stretched out, reaching a hand into Papyrus’s hair, stroking it softly. “Mm... we should probably take a shower.”
“Yeah... later though... your hand in my hair feels nice,” Papyrus said, closing his eyes. “This feels really nice.”
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