#dethklok x reader

[seraphineskiesxo]

Warmth

ʚɞ toki wartooth x reader ✿ word count - 974 ♡ synopsis - toki loves the warm fuzzy feeling you give him (literally and figuratively) ★ cw - SMUT, cock warming, slight breeding kink, slight voyeurism, fluff, biting (kinda sorta)

Toki is the textbook definition of a velcro boyfriend. He holds your hand proudly whenever you’re out together. His lips place soft kisses on your skin whenever the chance is given. He rests his cheeks or chin on your chest, shoulders, head, basically anywhere he can possibly rest them on. 

His arms lock around your waist whenever he’s behind you. His lap being the only seat for you whenever you’re near him, either that or you’re seated skin to skin with him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Just little things like that, you know?

But there’s also more… intimate cases where Toki wants to be so close to you that he wants to be inside you, literally and figuratively.

…

Toki’s whole body shivered as he held your naked figure against his own. You were propped up on his lap in a lotus position on his bed, arms draped over his back while his much stronger ones wrapped tightly around your torso. 

You took shallow breaths as Toki’s hip thrusts up to meet yours, his lips constantly peppering kisses onto the skin of your neck while you moaned softly into his ears. The dark silk sheets rustled with every movement from the two of you, the bed creaking louder with each thrust that you begin to worry someone outside might hear.

The guitarist’s needy kisses reach your lips as you reciprocated them, your hair brushing against the skin of his face.  

Toki’s whimpers and grunts were like music to your ears as their pitch got higher once he was close to his climax. With a soft grunt, Toki burrows his face into the crook of your neck, you feel the warm liquid rushing into your walls as you follow on his high. 

His lips make their way to yours, hungrily kissing you while his cock slowly turned flaccid inside you. You smile into the kiss, his mustache tickling you makes you giggle as Toki pulls away. He doesn’t say anything, only smiling back at you with complete adoration in his eyes. 

He moves to pull out from inside you, gently lifting your hips from his own only to be abruptly stopped by your hand on his chest. “Ams something wrongs, elskling?” He cocks his head to the side, his icy blue eyes staring deep into yours. 

“Let’s… stay like this for a while, please? I don’t want to let go yet” Your hands find their way to the sides of his face, cradling them as you looked down at him. Toki admired your face like you were the most beautiful thing on this whole planet. He almost cums a second time from your words, his cock growing harder inside your cunt again. 

That was the moment Toki discovered the joy of cockwarming. 

…

He couldn’t get enough of it. Every chance he got, he’d beg you with those big ol’ puppy dog eyes to warm his cock in your wet hole. It started off with a few minutes.. then more minutes.. until you two just stayed like that for hours on end, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

Toki wouldn’t even pull out after a while; just letting his cock rest in between your walls as he fell asleep next to you. Or you two would be watching TV and he’d plead to put it in “justs for a moments” he’d say, it either ends with you two going at it for a few rounds or you edging him until he can’t take it anymore and spills inside of you. 

And with every agreement from you, he’d get a little bolder. 

…

“Toki.. someone could come in here at any moment” you whispered while Toki busied himself with decorating your skin with love bites. “Thens, you’ll just has to be quiets?” Toki gives you a sly smirk, placing his lips on your neck making your head roll back from the sensation. 

The living room was empty and quiet, except for the occasional whimpers from the two of you and the squelching between your thighs whenever you shifted on Toki’s lap. “ha… Toki, I think I hear footsteps” Toki only grunts in response, kissing your temple as his eyes drift to the door. “its probablys a klokateer, we ams fine” 

You try to hold back your moans, placing a hand over your mouth to lower the volume. He takes notice of this almost instantly, gripping your waists and guiding them to grind on him at harsh rhythms, teasing the moans out of you. 

Toki’s breathing gets heavier with every slight shift you make on his thighs, his sensitive cockhead rubbed directly against your g-spot, making your eyes water from the pleasure. Your head turns towards him, painfully craning it just to get a glimpse of his blissful expression. 

Your eyebrows furrowed while your lips jutted out with a soft pout, a natural blush coloring your cheeks: an expression Toki reveled in. He bit down on your shoulder, on hand snaking its way under your skirt and navigating its way to your sensitive clit. His fingers gently rubbing soft circles around the delicate bud that drove you crazy. 

“fuck… i think i’m gonna—“ your soft mewls were interrupted with a kiss and a sharp upward thrust from his hips that hit your g-spot, causing you to completely slump into his body. His cock twitched inside, his cum leaking out of your pussy. 

Toki chuckles lazily as he wraps his arms around your waist, tightening the grip around it. He flashes you that big clumsy smile, stretching ear to ear, giving you a big bear hug as he did. “ones more rounds?” he hums excitedly, to which you can only sigh exasperatedly as you cling onto his body for support. Toki kisses your temple, chuckling at your exaggerated expression.

…

Toki just craves your touch in its every form <3

[thequeenofcupps]

I’m gonna open my requests for a little but it’s gonna be first come first serve so I’m putting 3 request slots

Also PLEASE read the rules before requesting

[seraphineskiesxo]

Cherry Flavored Cough Drops

ᨳଓ nathan explosion x reader ୨ৎ word count - 1.3k ♡ sypnosis - you know the only cure to nathan's sickness .✦ ݁˖

A sore throat. A lead vocalist’s worst nightmare. Nathan Explosion’s worst enemy. It’s been a few days since Nathan’s throat refuses to cooperate with him on any level. Even speaking makes his throat sting as if someone is inside his pharynx stabbing him with a knife. Offdensen had put him on a few rest days with the best doctors he could get his hands on but it was no use.

“I’m afraid you’re just going to have to wait for it to die down, Mr. Explosion. I suggest lots of rest and try not to use your voice too much” the doctor advised him, jotting down something on the clipboard that Nathan couldn’t even bother himself to peek at. He thought to himself “what kind of lead vocalist can’t fucking use his voice?”

Mordhaus’ living room was quiet this time around. All the other members were in the studio with Knubbler while leaving Nathan to his own devices in the common area. The room had never been more silent except for the shushed volume of a randomized program running on the TV. He was sulky. Yes, he liked his own peace and quiet but not with an itchy throat. It felt like he was nearly going insane. Isolated, irritated, tired.

“Sir, your girlfriend is here” A klokateer interrupts his thoughts. Nathan’s eyes dart to the hooded figure before noticing your head poke out from behind him. Nathan’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he sat up from laying down. “I thought—“ a loud cough prevented him from speaking any louder as he tries to adjust his voice to be as quiet as humanly possible. “I thought we cancelled our date” Nathan’s eyes followed your body as you walked towards him, a plastic bag dangling on your forearm. He waved the klokateer away, who obediently does so before closing the doors behind him.

“We did but I knew something was up so I called Charles. Looks like someone’s feeling under the weather” Nathan’s hand instinctively covered his face, his voice filled with exhaustion as he groaned at your giggles. He tried his best to sound upset but you both know your voice is like the sweetest melody to his ears. “You look like a mess” your hand placed itself onto his forehead, feeling for any fever. Nathan didn’t shy away from your touch, instead leaning into it more. His body was slightly warm but his hands felt cold as one lazily rests on your shoulder. “I hadn’t notice”he replies in his usual sarcastic tone which sounded much more timid now.

His eyes were sunken with dark circles decorating it, evidence of the lack of sleep from the “stupid throat”, as he would call it. “I heard the doctors’ have been checking up on you regularly. No luck, huh?” Nathan shakes his head, his fingers feeling around his throat to ease the pain while his face nudged closer into your palm resting on his cheek.

It was painfully obvious he was sulking. The way he grumbled under his breath like a grumpy old man made you laugh quietly to yourself. His hair clouded his vision yet Nathan did nothing to sweep the stray strands of hair away, to which you take the liberty of doing so for him. “I bought you some herbal tea, I heard it soothes the soreness” Nathan groans audibly before wincing at the pain it caused him. “Don’t make me drink that” You shuffle through the plastic bag, trying to find the ginger tea bags you brought. “You can’t be picky when you’re sick, Nathan” you stood up from your seat, cocking your hips to the side before tossing him a pink packet to which he clumsily catches.

“What’s this?” He examined the tiny little packet which was approximately the size of his palm, the horribly designed text on the packaging read “cherry flavored cough drops: guaranteed to make your coughs run away!” He scoffs at it, holding it tightly in his hand as he watched you disappear into the kitchen before trailing behind you like a clingy pup.

“Take them, it helps with the pain and don’t worry it’s sweet” you switch on the kettle, causing it to make a low buzz. “Aren’t those the things that makes your mouth all cool? You know I don’t like shit that does things to my mouth” despite the seemingly rude words coming from his mouth, he places his head affectionately in the crook of your neck as you stand against the kitchen counter, leaning over you almost completely engulfing you in his weight.

“Please, you’ve put worse things in your mouth. Quit being a big baby and just take it” you giggle as you take the packet from his hands, quickly tearing the packaging off and holding the round lozenge up to his mouth. His eyes narrow at it, his nose taking in the mixed scent of peppermint and cherry before opening his mouth for you to pop it in.

His tongue lodges the tablet into his cheek as his face contorts into a disgusted expression at the taste. “Eugh” his husky voice slips out, exaggerating his reaction and making you roll your eyes. He attentively watches as you pour the warm water into a dethmug they got from the Duncan Hills coffee collab, topping it off with the ginger tea bag and a cool slice of lemon. You gently blew the steam away from the top, cooling the heat from the cup. Nathan studied the way your lips pursed as you blink away the steam that wafted its way to your face.

His raven locks tickles your collarbone as he dug his face deeper into your shoulder, making your body instinctively shy away from the sensation. “Here, be careful it’s hot” you hand him the cup of hot tea, your warm hands gently coaxing the cup into his cold ones. Nathan’s usual scowl never left his face until he relaxes at a thought that suddenly passes through his mind.

“Come here for a second” He nudges you to come closer to his face. Confused yet eager you do as he asks. Nathan’s free hand cusps your face before ducking to your height to kiss you. Your lips met his in a hazy state while your arms find purchase around his neck. Nathan’s groans were almost harmonizing with your own soft moans as you got lost in the moment. That’s when you feel something prodding at your tongue. The lozenge that had been resting in Nathan’s mouth up until this point slowly made its way into yours under his skillful guidance. Your tongues intertwined for what felt like forever as you tugged onto his shirt for leverage. The groggy man who barely wanted to move from his couch was now basically holding you from falling in his arms.

Nathan finally pulls away, a string of saliva followed his separation from you. The air smelled like peppermints as you try to process what just happened. You felt breathless, lips swollen and glistening with a soft hue of red from the rush of blood to your face.

“I feel better already” The lozenge in your mouth slowly dissolves as you stood there, pleasantly stunned. Nathan takes a sip from his mug, smiling almost smugly to himself as he walks away from the counter. “Hmm.. This doesn’t tastes so bad” you could hear him whispering to himself although he’d never admit it again.

Despite being the one with a perfectly fine throat, you had caught yourself at a loss for words as you watched the bulky man stumble his way back into the living room. You could feel the warmth creeping up to your face as you scoff to yourself at his ridiculous antics. You follow him back promptly. He had already made his way onto the couch, manspreading as a documentary played out on the big screen.

“Is the tea working?” Your voice is soft as you take your rightful place on his lap, his arms almost automatically wrapping around your waist while your cheek rested on his head. “Like a charm” he nods, quietly enjoying the way you played with his hair. He could feel his sore throat getting better already but he couldn’t tell if it’s from the remedies or from your kiss. God, did he love being pampered.

[tokiwarcube]

What would dethklok be like when acting clingy towards Y/N? If they are in a romantic relationship of not is up to you, but I think it would be a fun idea :P

Absolutely!! Took the romantic route for this one, because I'm a big sap. Enjoy! <3

Nathan Explosion

He doesn't get clingy incredibly often, but that's largely because you two have a good system of parallel play already. If he's working on something, you're usually off to the side doing your own thing, and vice versa. It still crops up on occasion though, especially if the guys have been butting in on his time with you, or if you've been working especially hard.

When he gets clingy, he gets awkward. He tends to linger in doorways, and makes random comments just to be acknowledged. He'll meander up behind you while you're working, and points at whatever you're working on before asking the strangest questions -- he's a little intrusive, but he means well. He'll never directly ask for your attention, but loving Nathan means reading between the lines a little bit -- and how can you deny him when he's so clearly wanting?

This all changes when he's drunk though -- he's a very clingy, very touchy drunk. Subtlety goes out the window as he throws his arm around your shoulders, and leans a little bit of his weight into you.

Pickles the Drummer

He gets clingy at the most random of times; truly, you can never tell what's set him off. But when he decides he wants more attention, he's not very subtle about it. If he feels like he's being ignored, he'll get really pouty for a little bit before sending you an abundance of stupid videos. Yes, he expects you to physically like them, and respond to some of them. If you don't, he'll take it as an excuse to walk out and find you to ask if you've seen it, before flopping on top of you to watch shit together. Although to be fair, if you do respond to any of them, he'll still walk out to talk in-person, before doing the exact same thing. He thinks he's slick.

If you're actually working on something though, he gets really whiny. He'll wrap his arms around your middle, pressing his lips to your throat and scratching his beard against your sensitive skin -- and if you scold him? He just grins, and complains until you promise him you'll take a break -- with a time estimate. Be careful, he'll hold you to it, too. That'll at least stifle his complaints, but he can't help but make a random comment every now and again, just to hear your voice.

Sometimes you'll be sitting in a room together, and he'll just throw out a random "Babe?" just to hear you respond. He never actually wants anything, he just wants to hear your voice.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

He denies the "clingy" allegations, but he's not fooling anybody. When you've jumped through all the hoops to get into his heart, he gets very attached, and with that comes a very, very clingy man. Like Nathan, he's content with parallel play a lot of the time, but he requires a little bit more interaction to feel sated. It usually comes in the form of asking for feedback on some riff he's working on, or in silly jokes and comments. And if you're too engrossed in your own task to respond, he gets pouty. His chords get more somber, eyes occasionally bouncing up to your form, before he eventually stops playing altogether. He'll put his guitar down, making a few stupid jokes to grab your attention… and if that doesn't work? He's making some random excuse to have you drive him somewhere -- most often to grab a snack, or to watch some movie.

He'll find any excuse to hug you from behind if you're standing around somewhere. It's like his default position -- his arms around your middle, resting his chin on top of your head or shoulder… doesn't matter if you're in public, or just hanging out in Mordhaus. He also tends to track your movements with his eyes whenever you get up, and if you leave the room, he's following in your footsteps not long after.

He's clingiest in the mornings -- he absolutely hates waking up, and he'll use his lanky limbs to his advantage to wrap himself around you and pull you back into him.

Toki Wartooth

Toki is simultaneously the most clingy and the most overt in his affections. If he's feeling lonely, you won't have a single doubt in your mind about it. He might start "subtle" -- and this word is used very lightly -- by just flat-out asking you to hang out with him, or by bringing you random things from around the home to look at. It's usually something he's been working on, but sometimes its just some random thing from around Mordhaus that he's made up a question about. Its less about the item, and more about redirecting your attention.

But if you still aren't paying enough attention to him? He'll just insert himself into your hold, physically. If you're working on something in bed, he's nudging your stuff to the side so he can wrap his arms around you and lay his head on your stomach. Sitting at your desk? Suddenly he's leaning over the back of your chair, and pressing his face into your neck. And oh my God, how he whines for your attention -- at this stage, it's best to indulge him, because otherwise, he's gonna start biting. Unfortunately he sees nothing wrong with this behavior, and it's very hard to actually curb.

This is all doubled when the boys are taking up your attention, and tripled if it's Skwisgaar. If you're talking to the latter too much, he'll just flat-out insert himself into the conversation, only to change it. Sorry, he's a bit of a brat. You love him, though.

William Murderface

He's so clingy, but he gets indignant if you even mention the word around him. Him? Clingy? Absolutely not -- if anything, you're the clingy one! Which is to say, he'll make it seem like you're just begging to hang out with him, and he's just obliging you by distracting you and putting himself in your arms. Real smooth.

He hovers around you, making random comments, asking random questions, telling you the most insane things about his day -- if you give him even a single scrap of attention, he'll take it as a good sign, and keep going. Your only options here are to either A.) Directly tell him to leave you alone, which results in a very sulky Murderface, or B.) To bring him into your arms, and tell him to hush. Again, if you take route B, he'll act like he's doing you a favor. You know what you signed up for when you started dating him.

[tokiwarcube]

come home....the kids miss u😢

I'm back from the store! Y'all want some, uhhhhh

headcanons for the boys playing Outlast Trials?

Nathan Explosion

Nathan's not big on puzzle games, but this? This is totally fucking metal.

He's really interested in the lore, but he can't stand sitting there and reading the documents, so he just looks up Youtube videos on it. He also taken to playing a couple trials when he needs to get in the writing headspace -- the fucked up shit in that game is great inspiration.

He really puts his all into finishing the objectives, but he's prone to getting lost, and he never checks any of the maps. He gets it done, and is pretty good at managing his stamina so that he doesn't get hit… it just takes a while sometimes. He's also prone to getting frustrated with body searches, boxes, and valves, and might just start brute forcing it when he feels he's had enough. He also has an issue with walking over glass.

His reagent is literally just him, and he doesn't care to do any customization for himself. He likes the game, but he's not that into it.

Truth be told, he didn't know he could customize his room for a while, so it was basekit until someone (probably Toki) told him he should customize it. It's very dark and gory now, but he never goes in it -- he's playing the game to, you know, play the game. Not play house. He mostly just did it to shut Toki up.

B- average.

Favorite PA/expop: Jaeger, for sure. He really likes the idea of this unstoppable enemy that you can't hide from, always knows where you are, and just wants you dead. He also finds her lore tragic, and metal as fuck. He doesn't care about any of the PA's enough to pick a favorite from them, but he finds Kress Twins to have the most annoying trials, and Franco honestly freaks him out, so… Take that as you will.

Pickles the Drummer

You think he's gonna come home (he's already home) after a long day (an hour) of working (playing the same rhythm over and over again on his kit,) and play a puzzle game? Absolutely not. He might be in the game with you, but he's an active detriment.

Part of this is the fact that he genuinely just doesn't care much for puzzle games… but also? He's terrified, disgusted to the point of nausea, unobservant, and prone to panicking. He's walking into mines, setting off noise traps, getting pounced, and running straight into an expop, in that order.

He's swearing up a storm the entire time -- for everyone's sake, its best to just put him in a hiding spot and pray he doesn't get pulled out of it. And word of advice: Pick up the batteries before he finds them -- he'll use them all, otherwise. Medicine too, actually. And antidotes. And--

If you supply him with bricks and bottles though, he becomes… somewhat competent. He's a good distraction at the very least, and its nice to hear a bit of confidence in his voice after 30 minutes of him freaking out on the mic.

His reagent has the most fuckass clothing, and his room is customized, but basically only with the basekit stuff. He's never made enough progress to get any of the cool things.

D average.

Favorite PA/expop: It's a tie between Pusher and Mother Gooseberry. The drug references obviously endear him to both, but he's… also very partial to a heavy-set mother figure like Gooseberry. And the fatherly issues with Futterman? Yeah, he's not big into Outlast Trials, but he likes her character a lot. You'll occasionally humming out the tune from "Cleanse the Orphans."

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Skwisgaar enjoys playing the game, but not because he likes the game persay… he just likes spending time with you. Truth be told, he hates horror: he's very easily frightened, and this game has a very special way of getting to him.

He's a beautiful tragedy in this game. For one, he's easily lost -- it doesn't matter how many times he's played the trial, he has no clue where he's going. And he refuses to admit it, too. He's genuinely trying to complete the objective, so props for that, but he's checked the same hallway five times now.

He spends a disproportionate amount of time crouching around in the shadows, watching expops and PAs move around. Is he fascinated? Too scared to move? You're not sure, and he's certainly not going to admit it if it's the latter.

He absolutely chances boxes and keys, and complains when he gets punished for it.

He goes to great lengths with customization. He's very particular about both his Reagent and his room, and he makes sure his character is exactly the same after every Rebirth. Both his Reagent and his room were initially a one-to-one of real life, although once he saw how elaborately Toki decorated his room, he started putting rarer stuff in his room, just to show off.

C+ average, but when he realizes how good Toki's gotten, he tries to do better. It doesn't work. Please carry him, his ego is crumbling.

Favorite PA/expop: Arora Kress, with Liliya Bogomolova as a close second. Arora for obvious reasons, but he likes the cold elegance of Liliya a lot. The idea of someone so calmly manipulating the masses as a sort of messiah figure is a very alluring concept to him. As for the expops… he simply doesn't care about them. He'd like to say Pouncer (hot old lady,) but to be frank, she's scared the life out of him one too many times. Gun to his head, he'd probably say Pusher, but only because Nighthunter takes away the security of the darkness, and Pitcher hunts for too long.

Toki Wartooth

Initially just spends the whole game throwing bricks at the PAs and expops, constantly taunting them both in-game and in real life. On one hand this is great, since you will basically never be harassed. On the other hand… he goes through throwables fast. Grab 'em while you can, because he's not leaving any for your own self defense.

But once he stumbles into an A+ and hears Easterman's praise? He's so locked in. He can and will yell at anyone not contributing to the objective, because he needs that A+. He's one of the few band members who actually enjoys playing solo, and he's really fucking good at it.

Mordhaus is considering banning Outlast Trials from the home, because he gets a little too immersed. It's actually kind of scary how much he likes the game.

His room in the sleep room is super cute -- zero gore, all of the most adorable trinkets on the shelves, etc. He's dropped an obscene amount of money on this game to get the cute skins and do all the catalogues, and there's always randoms crowding around him and his room in admiration.

A+ average… but he still likes to take the aggressive role when playing multiplayer. Especially if he can bully Franco.

Favorite PA/expop: Mother Gooseberry, to nobody's surprise. He's also partial to Pitcher as a character, but he gets really mad at how long he searches for.

William Murderface

He fucking loves this game, even if he's… solidly mediocre at it. He loves the bits and pieces of real life history that have been inserted into the game, and is prone to rambling off random facts when it comes up.

"The freaky fuckin' nightvishion guy? Yeah, thatsch actually based off of--"

Goes out of his way to hunt for documents, and gets a little pissy if someone tries to load into a trial while he's still reading.

He's a little rough around the edges gameplay-wise in the way he's always running at the exact wrong times, and he has this… weird complex around hiding? He's easily frightened, so his instincts tell him to hide often, but he thinks its a weak move. Or in his words, "pussy shit."

He also tends to panic a little bit if expops get near him in the dark, and he prefers to just throw a brick at them and run, rather than wait to see if they'll spot him. He goes through throwables pretty fast as a result.

If he has any left in his inventory by the end of the trial though, he'll intentionally stay behind for a few extra seconds to go throw them at the poor PA's head. This has backfired on him more than once, and he loses his mind every single time.

B- average.

Favorite expop: Nighthunter and Leland Coyle. He claims he hates Coyle (he'sch a fuckin' pig), but if given the opportunity, he always chooses his trials. He also picks up a lot of his vocal quirks and phrases. Yeah, he's not slick.

[backshotglizzy]

Hello!!!

I was so excited to find your blog!! You write very well and you write for Metalocalypse!! Can I please request Toki Wartooth x a reader who is very very affectionate? Like kisses all over him, tells him how much they love him, praises him for his work (and for his body becuz GAHDAMN! Those muscles), looooves cuddles. Things like that, but you can choose which you think would be most fitting :3

Thank you!!!

A/N: Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope I characterised Toki and the reader well :) I tried to include some of Toki's freaky elements, and made the reader a bit of a freak as well. I hope you don't mind! Sorry this took a while to finish. I've been in a writing slump, but I'm hoping I'll be able to get out of it one post at a time. Thank you for your patience, everyone!

Content Warning for: Minor gore, mentioned cannibalism (affectionate)

Oh man, he’d adore you. I imagine he’s pretty affectionate himself, so having someone who’d match his energy would increase that. In other words, he’d return your affection tenfold. If you try to combat him, he'll counter you. It’d turn into a little game. His bandmates would hate it, but their opinions don’t matter. They just hate to see a couple winning.

You both probably get cuteness aggression. Sometimes you’d be laying there, and you’d get the urge to squeeze him until his eyeballs popped out. He feels the same, of course. You'd have to hold yourself back from biting him because he’s so cute.

Sort of a tangent, but I think he’d give you the most batshit insane compliments. They’re usually about how cute you are, or how much he loves you. Except he tends to go into extreme detail. He'll always say shit like how he wants to put you in a blender and grind you up into human-paste. Maybe put you in a stew and eat you up. Or he’ll talk about how he should shrink you and trap you in a snowglobe so you’d never have to leave, keep you in his room so you can be nice and safe, maybe shake you around a little for shits and giggles.

He’d probably ace the “would you love me if I were a worm” questions. Albeit, maybe he'd be a little confused. How he’d answer would depend on how he feels. If he’s feeling spiteful he might say “no”, and tell you he’d feed you to the birds. Most of the time he’d say “yes”, though.

Going back to biting. Sometimes his muscles look so juicy, you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you bit them. Would they be hard? Soft? Tender, or rough? Perhaps a mixture of sensations?

You wouldn’t bite hard, hopefully.. Just a nibble. A love bite, if you will. You wouldn't leave a mark. Probably..

If you do bite him, he’d be confused, but kinda into it. It’d take a couple seconds for him to get over the surprise. He’d stare at you wide-eyed as his brain processed it.

He’ll bite you back, of course. It'd become a thing. You’d be cuddling, warm, happy, content, then you’d feel the wet pinch of teeth followed by the shaking of barely concealed giggles. Whether you bite him back or not is your choice. Either way, you might have created a monster.

You both probably play fight a lot. It's the natural follow-up to biting. He usually wins, but you put up a good fight! Maybe.. Sometimes he’ll let you win. Usually not. When you play fight, it’s war. Every person for themselves. After you’re both tuckered out, you’ll begrudgingly call a truce, and then cuddle. He'd tease you as the two of you drift off.

If you come up to him asking for cuddles, and he’s not doing anything, he’ll almost always agree. He loves cuddling with you. If you bury your face in his chest, or on his shoulder, he’ll wrap you in a hug. He gives the best hugs. His grip is firm, but not too firm. He’s secretly ecstatic if you initiate hugs. To him, your hugs are the best.

If it weren’t up to both of your obligations, you’d be strung around each other for most of the day. You'd probably live in each other's skin if you could.

He’d get a bit pissy if you’re affectionate to his bandmates (especially Skwisgaar). He has a bit of a jealous streak. You don’t even have to be physically affectionate—you could compliment them, and he’d feel the embers of jealousy crackling inside him.

He really likes small forms of affection like holding hands when you’re around people. It kinda plays a bit into his slightly possessive side. It shows the world your his, and his only. You’d likely know, or have an inkling of suspicion.

He likes getting compliments from you. If you tell him his playing’s great, and that he’s doing a good job, he’ll be putty in your hands. He doesn’t hear those words often, so when he does, especially from someone as important to him as you, it’s always comforting. If you compliment him while he's playing, he might fuck up a bit because of how flustered he is, even if he doesn't show it.

If you compliment his physique, like his biceps, he might get flustered. He'll pretend not to, which will make him even more flustered. If you do it while he's working out, he'll probably make a mistake. He'd try to keep his cool, he might even act like nothing happened, or pretend you didn't say anything, but his confidence would get boosted. So would his ego. He might start showing off a bit more. He may or may not start finding excuses to flex in front of you. He'd be picking something up, or grabbing something, and then, boom, he's flexing.

He may or may not develop a bit of an ego from your compliments. He’ll just rub it in his bandmates’ faces, no biggie. 

In general, he likes to rub your relationship in his bandmates’ faces. He’ll play up his affectionate side when the others are around. He gets a bit more showy. Like he’ll hug/kiss you while smirking and making eye contact with one of them. He’ll get really into it. When you’re not around he’ll call them “bitchless”, and make fun of them for being single. Murderface especially. He’ll brag about you a lot as well, making sure to tell them how great you are, and how blessed he is to have you. He usually yaps the most when he's drunk.

He doesn’t really get told “I love you” often. He knows the people in his life care about him in their own, strange, way, but it’s not common for them to straight up say it. It’d feel weird to say it. Dethklok aren't the kind of guys who'd openly express those kinds of feelings towards one another. It'd be weird just thinking about it!

He'd probably be a little surprised when you first said that phrase. It felt a bit strange. It was very unexpected, and slightly unnerving. Verbal expression was not really his strong suit. It takes a bit to get used to it.

Later on in your relationship, he still doesn’t really expect you to say it. When you do he’s happy, but there's also an underlying feeling he can't name. He could hear you say it over and over again, and never get sick of it. Your words—they're like drugs to him. He can't get enough, but there's a strange twist on his spine. Like a dull wound, never fully healed, opening wider.

If you’re both about to fall asleep, and you whisper it to him, he’ll feel a complicated mix of emotions. On one hand, he's glad you can say it so easily, but on another he's hesitant. Some nights it's hard to return such words. Be patient, and give him room to acclimate.

He gets to a point where he almost always says it back. He might be a bit hesitant at first. It's a huge step. He takes a while to get to that point, but with your support he's able to.

It’s hard to hold yourself back once you start kissing him. He has a very kissable face. He looks like he’s built for love. One kiss quickly turns into a dozen. He usually waits until you're finished. Sometimes he’s quiet, other times he’ll giggle at each peppered kiss you press onto him. When he’s had enough, he’ll tell you so. Usually he rides it out until you’re done, though.

If you gift him something, like a new model set, he'd be very grateful. He’d wrap you in a strong hug, and thanking you repeatedly. He’ll eagerly get to building it, deathly quiet while you watch. If you offer commentary or talk, he might give half-assed responses. He’s listening, but he’s also concentrating. 

I could see him being a fan of quality time. Hanging out in the silence of his room, both of you distracted by other things, yet basking in each other's presence nonetheless. Occasionally one of you would offer your words on something, sometimes it'd lead to conversation, other times you'd fall back into comfortable silence.

I could also see him liking massages. If you offer after a long day—when he’s noticeably tense, and a somnolent air lingers around him—he won’t say no. His muscles will visibly relax at your touch. He may find himself falling asleep.

He’ll do the same for you. If you’ve had a long day, and/or are exhausted, he’ll massage you. He might not be very good at it—he might be a bit too rough—but the offer still stands.

On nights when you’re both alone, curled up together, his back to you, you may place a kiss on his shoulder. Depending on how you both feel, you may trail them up to his neck, and to his jawline, planting each kiss with emphasis. 

You can kiss every square inch of his body if you want. He wouldn’t mind. He might be a bit hesitant to kisses in certain places, like his scars, though.

If you do kiss, or trace his scars, his body might stiffen. Even if he doesn’t want to, it's a habit. He knows logically you won’t hurt him, but muscle memory says otherwise. Out of habit, he might find himself watching you out of the corner of his eye, weary, and cautious. It takes a lot of time to get to a point where you can touch his scars without his muscles going rigid.

When you’re laying together, if you wrap your limbs around him, caging him in your hold, he’ll melt. All the tension he didn’t know he had erased at such a simple movement. 

[collectorlover18]

I know this is really random but dose anyone know if there’s a Klokateer x reader or would anyone be willing to write one

[thedevinesainthood]

Can I have a cute Toki fic where the two of you are just watching reels I think that would be so cute 😭😭😭