#Skwisgaar is the sun

[kaanagen]

Celestial bodies AU【 METALOCALYPSE 】

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BASU! I hope the stars align to make this new year in your life much brighter and happier than ever!

[junkh3ad]

Dethklok at the beach and it's just pickles reapplying sunscreen every hour and sitting under an umbrella because he's a redhead and he'll fry out in the sun (he still ends up getting sunburn from the short time he's in the water)

And Skwisgaar also gets burnt and complains about it for a whole week and it's even worse because I'd imagine he'd wear a speedo and so his LEGS are red as shit.

Nathan tans. Like really tans and he's got a sunglasses tan line cause he's a little dumb.

Toki, for some reason ALSO tans? So hes got all these girls fawning over him at the beach because he's buff and tan and he's just building a sand castle half the time.

Murderface does not move from his beach chair and burns on his shoulders and complains the whole time but in the way a father would when you know he's still enjoying himself.

[h4uures]

skwisgaar and toki as the sun and moon (heavily influenced by mitskis “you’re the sun / well, im not the moon, im not even a star” lyrics)

[basu-shokikita]

Skwisblocked, a Klokllege fic

I really like @kaanagen's Klokllege AU about the boys going to college, so I decided to write a little one-shot based on Skwisgaar and Toki's dynamic in it. You can read the full post of her AU here!

Plot: Toki comes up with a bit of an unusual method to deal with his (seemingly) unrequited feelings for Skwisgaar.

As usual, full fic under the read more but you can also read it on ao3. Amazing art by Kaana also 🫶💖

As usual, they had the last shift at the antique shop, which means it was their job to close the thing down, leave the place tidy and make sure the door was locked so no accidental shoplifting happened. Again. Toki wasn’t looking to get fired, so he was extra cautious with the keys now.

By the corner of his eye, however, he noticed a girl standing outside. She had long brown hair, silver hoops and a denim jacket over her loose, airy dress. A customer that came too late?

“Um, sorries, we ams closed.” He told her.

“Oh, no, it’s okay.” She smiled. “I’m just waiting for someone.” Her eyes darted to the inside of the store before looking away.

Ah. 

Toki went back into the store and heard Skwisgaar whistling as he arranged the boxes behind the desk, totally unaware of the exchange that had transpired. Toki opened his mouth and then closed it, choosing to turn off the remaining lights instead.

He liked Skwisgaar. He really liked him. What was there not to like, anyway? Skwisgaar was handsome, cool and really talented at the guitar. Maybe he was sort of grumpy, but it only added to his aloof demeanor. So it wasn’t surprising to him at all that he was so popular with girls.

That didn’t mean he was happy about it. 

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About five minutes later, they were coming out of the back of the store. As Skwisgaar dunked the plastic wrap on the trashcan, Toki dared to ask. “Anythings funs for tonights?”

Skwisgaar closed the trashcan and rubbed his hands together. “Sleeps.” He walked down the alleyway, with Toki following quickly. “What abouts you?” A sly smirk. “Hangs with the college bands nerds?”

Toki wanted to act offended, but he couldn’t hold back a smile. “Very funnies.”

“Ja, dats my second names.”

“Reallies?”

“...Noes.”

Toki hesitated for a moment. “Does you wants to eats-”

“Hi!” They had barely crossed to the pavement when the girl came running to them. Before any of them had time to react, she continued. “I came by the store earlier.” She bit down her bottom lip, glancing at Skwisgaar.

“Oh.” Skwisgaar grinned. “Finds somethingks whats you likes?”

She giggled and, if there was any doubt remaining in Toki’s mind about her intentions, it was completely gone now. “You free tonight?”

“Wells-”

“W-We ams abouts to goes eats a borgers!” Toki impulsively got in between them. “We ams really hungries after works.” He rubbed his belly dramatically to emphasize the statement. “Buts you cans come pals if you wants?”

The girl’s gaze alternated between the two of them with surprise. “Sure?” She said, kind of confused. 

Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow at Toki but said nothing. He wasn’t lying, he really did want to ask Skwisgaar to grab dinner together. And just because he didn’t manage to get the words out before she arrived, didn’t mean he had to give up.

Right?

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“Byes!” Toki bid his classmates farewell, before making his way for his next class. Although, checking his mail, he realized the professor had canceled the class that morning. Awesome, that meant he had time for a quick nap under the sun. Maybe pet some of the kitty cats in the grass. He was so grateful that this college allowed cats to lounge in the park, it was the perfect distraction on stressful days.

Merry on his way he was, when he spotted his other favorite distraction sitting at a nearby table. “Oh!” He raised his hand enthusiastically. “Skwisgaa-” But the word dropped out of his mouth when he realized Skwisgaar wasn’t alone.

Toki hid behind a bush as he spied on them. The girl sitting in front of Skwisgaar had blonde hair picked up in a high ponytail and rosy cheeks. She was wearing a white cardigan with a plain blue top underneath. Her auburn eyes seemed sweet and the way she stared at Skwisgaar was anything but platonic. 

Toki turned around and breathed in deeply, holding tightly onto his books. When he glanced at his books, an idea scoured his mind. 

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“Skwisgaar! Skwisgaar!” Toki ran towards, shouting his friend’s name.

“Toki?” Skwisgaar called his name in confusion, only to be flabbergasted when Toki dropped his books dramatically on the table. “Whats?!”

“You gotsa helps me!” Toki cried out, pointing at his books. “This financements class! It ams killings me!”

Skwisgaar clenched his jaw. “Tokes, ams in the middols of somet’inks right nows.” He glanced at his companion. “You knows?”

As if he hadn’t noticed her, Toki turned towards the girl. “Oh, Gods! Cans you helps me? I has a tests comings up and-”

“Toki!”

“Oh, it’s no big deal!” She smiled gently and Toki almost felt bad for crashing their date. “Are you guys friends?”

“Ja!”

“Noes!”

She laughed heartily, extending her hand to Toki. “I’m Jennifer, Skwisgaar’s classmate.”

Toki extended his hand back. “Ams Toki!”

“Well, Toki,” Jennifer said, inspecting his books. “I think I know a thing or two about finances.”

He smiled, amazed that his plan had worked. “Reallies?”

Skwisgaar, on the other hand, was completely baffled. And Toki? Toki felt ecstatic over his newfound power.

–

From then on it just kept happening.

Like when Toki was heading to the club and he found Skwisgaar and a short girl with curly red hair at the fountain. The sun was setting which made the location all the more attractive, with the golden reflection of the water bouncing back on their faces. They were dangerously close, with Skwisgaar holding her waist, whispering sweet nothings into her so Toki had to think fast. 

“No ways!” He pointed at the couple. “Skwisgaar, you dumpeds Jennifers?”

Whatever romantic mood there was, it completely dissipated as Skwisgaar turned towards him like he had seen a ghost. “Heugh?”

“Jennifer?” She took a step back. “Who’s Jennifer?”

“Jennifers!” Toki answered quickly. “The sweet girls Skwisgaars was goings out with de other days! Why you does that, Skwisgaars? She ams so nices!”

The red-head turned towards Skwisgaar and he put up his hands instantaneously. “Waits-”

“Asshole!” She slapped Skwisgaar right across the face. 

“Augh!” Skwisgaar rubbed the swollen cheek. 

“Wowee!” Toki was surprised by the sight but she glared at him with anger. “Um,” He tried to look for candy in his pocket, as she approached him. “Does you wants-”

She smacked him in the face. “You too!” She said and strode away.

“Yous cheatingks on yous boyfriends, too!” Skwisgaar yelled at her, still massaging his cheek. “Whats?!” He barked at Toki.

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Or when he interrupted Skwisgaar’s meet-cute at the library by constantly asking the girl about bugs. 

Or when he surprised Skwisgaar and the girl he was evidently planning to sleep with by waiting at his dorm because it was ‘guitar night’ and played songs for her under Skwisgaar’s annoyed stare.

Or when he kept sending drinks ‘on the house’ for the girl Skwisgaar had come with, at the bar he also worked part-time at. He got fired soon after, though.

Or when he-

“Dats it! Ams done!” Skwisgaar screeched, pants entirely soaked because Toki dropped soda on him when he was asking Skwisgaar’s date about her hand-made skirt. She left while laughing at Skwisgaar, obviously. “What does you wants?!”

Toki feigned innocence. “What you means?”

“You ams been ruins kings my dates for weeks! Weeks, Toke! Can’ts remembers the last times I gets laids!”

Pride swelling in his chest, Toki tried not to smile. “I just wants to pals, Skwisgaar! And dese ladies ams so nice soez I can’ts helps it.” He looked down in pretense shame.

Skwisgaar squinted at him for far too long, and Toki feared he had seen his through motives. “...You wants a goils?” He asked.

This could be the moment. This could be it, when he finally admitted to Skwisgaar how he felt. In the american movies Toki had seen, this is when the confession would happen. And Skwisgaar would like him back, and they would be happy forever after.

“Uh, ja! I wants a goil…friends, haha…” He scratched the side of his face, laughing awkwardly. Reality wasn’t so perfect like those movies.

“Wells, den just says dats.” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. “I cans sets you up with somes goils. Just stops beingks dildos.”

“Haha, okays!” Toki agreed, slinging an arm around Skwisgaar’s. “Whats abouts a Marios Karts before works?”

Skwisgaar’s face was still severe, brows furrowed when he looked at Toki. However, his expression swifty softened. “Fines.”

“Hoorays!” Toki cheered, pulling his vintage console from his messenger bag. “Ams gonnas destroy yous!”

“Eugh, keeps dreamingks, littol dildo.” Skwisgaar said, though he was smirking. “Mademes Peaches and me ams a pretties good teams.”

“Yoshis and Tokes ams betters!” Toki countered, laughing too.

As they walked away, he wondered if he’d ever have the bravery to tell Skwisgaar the truth. If he’d ever had the courage to ruin what they had for a meek gamble. 

Perhaps one day, but definitely not this one.

[boileddogchicken]

had an idea for a metalocalypse episode called sustainabilityklok where a solar power company wants to sponsor dethklok and they're all like no way clean energy is for pussies and then charles is like now hold on isn't it metal to harness the raw power of the sun plus they're offering you a [guitar riff]ton of money for this sponsorship so then nathan is like maybe clean energy *is* metal actually and then murderface is like well i think it's metal to hate the planet and try to kill it so he starts using as much plastic as possible and disposing of it improperly to kill all the turtles and seagulls and dolphins. and then pickles decides that he wants to try getting high by smoking plastic but he accidentally gets toki super high and he has visions of sea turtles and seagulls and dolphins that sing with him. also skwisgaar starts using reusable condoms to be sustainable. then it cuts to the tribunal and stampingston is like gentlemen dethklok is starting to get into sustainable energy... here to tell us more is solar power expert dr. reginald jackoffonabagel- dr. jackoffonabagel? and then he'll say if dethklok gets their fans to start using clean energy then no one will need oil anymore and there won't be any funding left for the US military. so crozier says we should kill them before they do that but saletsia says wait... we must watch... and then dethklok has a big concert sponsored by the solar power company but the solar panels short out and blast all the fans with a sun laser and then the power goes out and nathan's like this SUUUCKS and they all decide to stop using solar power

[tokiwarcube]

Since it's getting hot out, I'd love to see how different members treat their s/o who's prone to (or just experienced) heat exhaustion after a long date at the beach or something! Nothing is more brutal than the sun!

Fun fact! When I first started this request, it was hitting beyond belief. 14 hours outside in the hot sun? Perfect fit. And then the day after I put pen to paper (or I suppose, fingertips to keyboard), the area I was working in experienced a freak storm. Anon what did you do to the SUN... Either way, rq below the cut! <3

Nathan Explosion

Liquid Death? Infinite darkness umbrella? Burning Hatred Gatorade? Sunscreen? Did you put on sunscreen? Nathan makes checklists habitually, and if nothing else, he is fantastic about reminding you to stay hydrated. He himself isn’t too good at drinking water, but when you’re at stake, suddenly he’s the number one advocate for hydration. Although in the event that you do get struck down by the overwhelming power of the Sun, he’s at a bit of a loss for what to do. He hates doctors, but it’s really the only thing he can think of to do beyond what he was already doing. He also hates taking orders, but as with most things in life, you are the exception to his rule — just let him know what to do, and you’ll have royalty treatment for as long as it takes.

Pickles the Drummer

His ass refuses to get in the sun as is (he burns far too easily, and let’s be real, most of the drugs he abuses makes him even less tolerant of the sun than most.) And he’s not great about drinking water either. (Vodka’s basically the same thing, right?) So chances are if you’re getting heat exhaustion, so is he. Which is a horrific situation to be in! So the two of you definitely have to look out for each other, making sure to take shade and water breaks often. Although in the event that you’ve both come down with it… well, the Klokateers take pretty damn good care of you.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Skwisgaar is another one who, frankly, hates the sunshine. He sees so reason to chase after sunbeams. He thinks beaches are fun, but honestly, he’s usually only there to get wasted on the sand, and maybe watch a sunset or two. He’s just as prone to heat exhaustion too, as he’s just not used to the heat. He burns like nobody’s business, and if he had it his way, he’d be living at a perpetual 60F, if not lower. But unlike Pickles, he actually knows how to manage it — neither of you will be falling victim to the Sun today! And it turns out that when he’s not complaining, he actually likes the beach after all! His long limbs and perfect golden hair make for quite a bit of fun in the open ocean… just make sure to wash the salt water out of his hair at the end of the day.

Toki Wartooth

Toki could live in the sunshine for the rest of his life and be as happy as a clam! Or I guess in this situation I think he’s a bit more akin to a cat, with how readily he’ll post up in the sunshine. For him, Summer is all about the rays, the long days running on sandy beaches, and plenty of colorful drinks and treats. Although quite frankly, he sucks at remembering everyone else’s heat tolerance. But he does, however, notice when you start slowing down, and takes action pretty fast so long as he knows what to do ahead of time. Water, gatorade, and cool wash-clothes are his go-to. Heat exhaustion is never fun, but at least you have a nice view when you rest your head in his lap at the end of the day. The cool washcloth pressed against your forehead brings a much-needed chill after a long, fun adventure on the beach, and while you can't say you're all too excited to have faced the wrath of the sun... you still had a fun time.

William Murderface

A southern boy himself, William is no stranger to the brutality of the Sun. He’s spent quite a few Summers under the sweltering heat, and while he won’t say he loves it, he certainly respects it. (He won’t say that, of course. He’s tried to take a handgun to the Sun a few times, which surprisingly, have yielded no results yet.) It’s basically second-nature to him to manage the effects of the heat before they ever even come on — good clothes, frequent water-breaks, etc. (He never orders water, nor does he carry it with him, and yet he always manages to end up with a bottle. He says water is for pussies, just before taking a sip.) And when he finds out that the Sun affects you a bit more than most? He’s very good at nonchalantly encouraging you to take care of yourself a bit. Nudging a bottle your way, looking for more shaded resting areas to set your stuff up in, etc.

[toomanythoughts2]

Skwistok pre-date preparations would go like this.

Toki is fully booking venues and looking at colors for their wedding, picking out names for their future kids, and designing their tombstones and buying their burial plots for when they die. He's trying out Skwisgaar's last name and looking through songs to have playing in the background of when they finally make love. He's looking at retirement funds for themselves and after-Dethklok professions. He's buying a house in Norway in the mountains for them to retire to, has four applications in for their future pets. He's dancing with his stuffed toys and imagining their first "I love yous" and their last, while Skwisgaar dies in their bed in their home surrounded by family. He's coming up with names that their grand kids would call him. He's going full Pearl, fucking the scarecrow.

Meanwhile, Skwisgaar is thinking one wrong move and the whole thing is over. He's never been on a date, so he's anxious and terrified to the max. His entire closet is in shambles, trying to find an outfit, worried that if he mixes his blues wrong then Toki is going to reject him and hate him forever. He's got three videos on "How to have the perfect first date" playing on his laptop while Facebones reads off a list of conversation starts. He's going full tilt thinking that if he doesn't open the door before him or mess up on the location of the date or gets the timing of the sun wrong when he goes to kiss him, then the whole thing is going to fall apart. He forces Nathan to deal with him for the afternoon until Nathan calls a stylist up to help him. Skwisgaar keeps envisioning Toki breaking it off with him because he's unable to find an interesting thing to talk about and Toki will realize that he's actually really lame and will never talk to him again. Full paranoia, drama queen, this will end in tears and blood.

They're both delusional just on opposite sides. And obviously their date goes perfectly, no weddings but no break ups either.

[devillev]

Just imagine every member of Dethklok and Charles Offdensen at the beach, and Toki just building a sandcastle, Skwisgaar just sitting aesthetically in the sun. Nathan just staring into the sun with glasses and Pickles just drinking his beer watching everybody while Charles is just in the background lying under a sunshade enjoying the few moments of ,,silence“.

[little-murmaider]

Hey lads it's been a while uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh have some Nategaar soft porn. This doc was named "Nategaargle These Balls."

Skwisgaar awakens to the weight of Nathan’s arm draped across his torso. Close-clipped nails graze a lazy loop across his abdomen. Skwisgaar stirs, comfortably pinned to Nathan’s chest. Warm breath puffs rhythmically against the back of his neck.  “Good morning,” Nathan murmurs into his shoulder.  Skwisgaar giggles, a shiver of pleasure skittering up his spine. Nathan shifts to press his lips to the space behind his ear. “Sleep well?” His hand drifts down, combing the soft down of Skwisgaar’s pubic hair. “Nathan,” he sighs. 

 Nathan murmurs, “shh,” and closes his hand around him. His thumb glides over the tip of the head, already slick with precum. Teeth sink into Skwisgaar’s earlobe and he arches involuntarily, his backside pressing into Nathan’s suspiciously still hips. The laugh that rumbles through the shell of Skwisgaar’s ear is fond but a little mean, and the combination makes Skwisgaar a little dizzy. At once the covers fly away and Skwisgaar is flipped onto his back, wet heat closing around him. He shudders, grips the sheets. Whites out, a little. Nathan pulls off, bites the inside of his thigh. “You close?” “Uh-huh.” Nathan readjusts, his lips brushing over the angular wedge of Skwisgaar’s hip bone. But instead of continuing, he lifts himself onto his elbows. He chuckles at the whine of displeasure that escapes Skwisgaar like helium from a party balloon, languidly crawling to the top of the bed and dropping beside him. “Hey.” His voice rolls at the bottom of his register. One hand cradles Skwisgaar’s cheek; his thumb strokes the skin beneath his eye, his fingers gripping around his jaw.

“I want you to look at me when you finish.” Skwisgaar knows Nathan has charisma. He stood beside him as he whipped crowds into a frenzy by the sheer force of his magnetism. But to see that power up close, and have it all exclusively focused on him—it’s mesmerizing. It’s like being swallowed by the sun. 

Distantly he wonders if this is Nathan’s aim, if this is what truly gets him off. To make Skwisgaar look at him like one of his billions of starry-eyed fangirls. To know the spell works on someone who knows him as intimately as Skwisgaar does. 

The embarrassing, mewling, desperate whimper Skwisgaar makes when he finishes is mercifully swallowed by Nathan’s kiss. 

He loses himself in the kiss a little, feels bereft when Nathan pulls back but is immediately relieved when he sinks his thick fingers into his mouth. Skwisgaar tastes the salty sting of himself and watches Nathan obidiently, waits for permission to stop. Nathan hums, pleased and smug, and allows Skwisgaar to clean up. 

After, Nathan holds him. “By the way,” he says, nudging his nose to the underside of Skwisgaar’s jaw, his fingers tracing patterns on the base of Skwisgaar’s spine. He’s being really tender (too tender a faint voice at the outeredges of Skwisgaar’s brain warns). “I deleted a bunch of tracks from the new album. They just weren’t brutal enough you know?” “Mm.” “I need you to re-record all of yours, Toki and Murderface’s parts. I’d ask them to do it but nobody can do it like you.” “Huh” “Also,” he presses his lips each of his closed eyelids. “Some dildo execs from the label are coming by tomorrow and they expect to hear a demo. So I need you to do this all today.” He trails his mouth down to find Skwisgaar’s. The kiss is languid and destabilizing. Skwisgaar melts.  “Sound good?” Skwisgaar feels the mechanisms of Nathan’s trap closing in on him. He knows if he agrees to this, he’s giving Nathan the greenlight to pull this move every time he wants to dump the album. He’s saying that all it will take to get him to scrap months of dedicated, meticulous work and start from scratch is one knock-out blowjob. It will ruin his life. But in this moment he’s too deliriously happy to care. “Whatevers you says, baby.”

[twigg96]

I love your headcanons, I binge on them often. This is My first request... what if the boys had a special treat for their S/O birthday (wink wink)

👀🔥 hehehe @antaraboo Ohhh something special huh?? Ok. Let’s go!!! These will be spicy so just be prepared. I had to place them bellow the cut so you know they’re gonna be

Nathan - Nathan doesn’t hide his plans at all. He probably even tells his partner to come home naked on their birthday. This boy absolutely gives the best birthday head. He will go down on his partner and make them scream his name and make their legs shake and become jelly before he ever even touches himself. His partner has cum at least 5 times before he starts fingering them, edging them farther and farther each and every time just to hear them scream. By the time he’s fucked them full his partner can’t even make words coherently anymore. Just whined needy noises as they wrapped their legs around his waist, their eyes rolling to the back of their skulls as Nathan plows into them at full force. Nathan is calling them every word in the book. Gorgeous. Filthy whore. Delicious. Bitch. Whatever gets them going he’s into it tonight. That includes cumming where ever his partner wants and being extra vigilant about condoms if it was a boundary between them before.

Pickles- He is weirdly quiet about his S/Os birthday. Normally he’d be all over them. Telling them all about that good kush he got to smoke just for the day. But this year… he avoided them like the plague. That is until the actual day arrives. That’s when the wrapped boxes and boxes of toys come out. Vibrators, remote controlled toys, ropes, handcuffs, dildos of all shapes and sizes, ovipositors, tentacles, if they could think of it. He bought it just for that evening. Pickles was slow to try them. Careful not to move to fast and scare his partner away. The two of them smoked a fat blunt, drinking the best champagne either of them had ever tasted before Pickles picked up a bottle of cherry flavored Lube. Rubbing some of the tingling jelly on his lovers thighs, slowly, carefully he licked it up, commenting that it in fact tasted nothing like cherries and did in fact make his tongue numb as hell. The two shared giggly kissed passionately exploring each of their bodies limits until they were both limp on the mattress the next morning, sticky and covered in more substances than either cared to admit.

Murderface - this man is the gentlest bean a person could ever date. But this man has a secret dark side that only comes out when his partner begs for it. For their birthday he decides that it is the best time to unleash his beast. His choking kink. Using his large calloused beefy hands to hold the throat of his partner just tight enough to make them feel so amazing that they cum as he places perfect thrusts of his gnarled dick into them. Cum would be pooled beneath them. A mixture of him and his partner’s. Air is a precious commodity on his S/Os birthday and he’s more than willing to make them beg for it.

Skwisgaar - over stimulation. Over stimulation. Over stimulation. Skwisgaar is a man that notoriously is known to go for hours. Albeit with multiple partners and on benders… but still he planned on putting those skills to good use on his S/O’s birthday. Anything they wanted to do he was down for. Any position. Eaten out? Easy. Toys? He was down. They wanted him to cum inside? That was his fuckin’ specialty. Anything he could do to make them cum again. And again. And again. He wanted them shaking and whining by the time he was done. He wanted them panting, begging, nails leaving long tracks down his back, screaming, crying, wailing, shaking, and cumming. He wanted them covered in his love bites, only falling asleep as the morning sun crested and his partner was sufficiently fucked good.

Toki - he is making sweet unbridled love to his partner. He needs to make sure the love of his life knows just how much he loves them. He’d pamper them all day. Massaging their body with scented oil. Washing them in the shower before and after sex. Feeding them sexily with aphrodisiacs, oysters, avocados, salmon, bananas, strawberries, chocolates, and red wine. He makes love to his partner sweet and slowly making sure to kiss every inch of their body before helping them cum with his hand. Them first. Always. Then he’s switching gears. Fucking them hard and needy. Still making love. Still being sure to tell them how much he loves them. But the feeling of his partner’s cum on his stomach and thighs as they ride him to their pleasure is so intoxicating. He can’t help but leave hand prints in their thighs and hips through the grip he holds.

[pedropascallme]

Hi! Can you do Skwisgaar a, g, and m for sfw?

AN: FIRST SKWIS ASK LETS GOOOOOOOO

A = Affection

Skwisgaar is far from affectionate when you first meet, but once you start actually dating, he becomes much more physical. He pulls you onto his lap and plays guitar while you nuzzle up to him, holds you tight in public (and in private) and just generally shows his affection in a very physical manner. He also dabbles in acts of service—and part of you thinks that he’s treating you the way he wishes someone had shown him before, especially when he casually asks about your day or asks Jean-Pierre to bring your favorite snacks to his room.

G = Gentle

He can be harsh, emotionally. It’s not something he aims to be, but he’s very forward and it’s hard to be romantic in a language that isn’t native to him. Still, he tries his best. Physically, on the other hand, Skwisgaar is very gentle; he’s graceful in a way that nobody else really seems to be, and beyond that, he treats you tenderly, wrapping you in his long arms and stroking your skin softly. He enjoys being gentle with you, despite occasional difficulties.

M = Morning

Skwisgaar is—shockingly—usually up before you. Chalk it up to all the coffee he drinks, but he’s capable of getting up with the sun when he wants to. He keeps quiet when you’re still asleep, silently fiddling with his fingers, knowing that once he picks up his guitar it’ll be hard for him to stay silent. When you do wake up, he smothers you; immediately giving you all of his attention, thankful that you’re finally awake and ready to join him in the world of the conscious.

[dichromaticdyke]

Fic request! Toki and Skwisgaar go to Disney because they just REALLY want some Dole Whip but they get stuck on It’s A Small World for WAAAAY too long when the ride breaks down and they watch their sanity melt before their eyes like a Dole Whip in the sun. Will this bring them together or tear them apart?

this is too long to be a 3-sentence fic, but too short to be put on ao3, so let's just put most of this under the cut.

also, no one tell these idiots—you can buy premade dole whip mix. dole themselves even published the recipe, jean-pierre could've done it. the tragedy below could've been avoided 😔

"Can'ts believes you dumb dildo makes me goes all da way to Disneylands just for some fuckings ice creams," Skwisgaar grumbled as he and Toki reached hour one stuck on It's A Small World. "You ates four cups of it, you's already used you's inskulins, and dis damn songs ams gonna be stucks in mine head for eternities!"

"It ams okay," Toki replied, his voice completely uncertain and his face filled with terror. His eyes were wide and unfocused, staring blankly ahead at the lifeless dolls on the attraction. "Dey saids we woulds be movings shortly."

"Dey saids dat forty-five minutes agos!" Skwisgaar screeched. Someone in the row behind them kicked their seat, and Skwisgaar held his head in his hands. "I'ms gonna fuckings kills you, Toki."

"We's gonna be movings soons," Toki whispered. "We's gonna be movings soons..."

--

Hour two had come, and they had not, in fact, started moving. Skwisgaar couldn't tell if the song had sped up or if it had slowed down. Of course he didn't have his guitar on him—this was supposed to be nothing more than a trip for ice cream. Why did he listen to dumb dildo Toki and agree to get on just one ride?

If Skwisgaar had any faith that he would be able to beat Toki in a physical fight, he would strangle him right now. Instead, he considered how deep the water on the attraction was and if he should just swim out of there and leave Toki behind.

Toki. He hadn't moved this whole past hour, and he was still muttering to himself. At some point, he had stopped muttering in English and had switched to Norwegian, and he was too quiet for Skwisgaar to even attempt a guess at what he was saying. He was no stranger to Toki going catatonic in times of stress, but normally that was due to bicentennial quarters or a trigger from his childhood. This song was annoying for sure, but it wasn't like those creepy dolls were a particular trigger for him.

"Toki, ams you okays?" he asked. He hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder, and Toki didn't so much as flinch or look down. He seemed to be too far gone.

It was creepy. Swimming away was seeming more and more like the preferred option.

--

Two hours, fifty-seven minutes, and thirty-eight seconds in, and something in Toki finally snapped. "Alright you loud fucking dolls, I'll show you a world of laughter!" he screamed in Norwegian.

Skwisgaar jumped at Toki's outburst, unable to stop him as Toki stood up and jumped out of the boat and into the water. "Toki!" he yelled. "What ams you doesing?"

Toki couldn't hear him—he was swimming towards the stage with all the animatronic dolls. The song had cut off suddenly, and there was a frazzled voice over the PA system begging for him to stop. But whether Toki had temporarily gone deaf in his hysteria or was simply ignoring them was unclear. He surfaced at the end of the room, heaving himself up to the colorful stage. He grabbed hold of the nearest doll—one that appeared to be Danish—and smashed it against the wall.

Skwisgaar smiled a bit. "Dere you goes, Toki," he said. "Fucks de Dutch."

The lights turned on in the attraction, but this also didn't deter Toki, who was quickly moving to smash other dolls in his frenzy. Skwisgaar watched in terrified, yet impressed, awe as two security guards approached from behind one of the walls, immediately tasing Toki. He collapsed onto the ground, and Skwisgaar let out another chuckle. Poor Toki was going to be banned from Disney for life, he was sure.

[basu-shokikita]

Dethentines 2024 Day 3

Sickeningly sweet or scintillatingly steamy

Thank God for this prompt because it's essentially all I write with Skwistok! That said, I still struggled with this for whatever reason until I managed to come up with something sweet enough that's almost eye rolling-inducing. So, if you're exasperated at how cute Skwistok are while reading this, it means I succeeded!

Drumrolls, please~

Toki awoke from his nap to find a sleeping Skwisgaar next to him. He smiled and huddled next to him, his eyes on the man. Surrounded by white sheets and the afternoon sun reflecting on his features, Skwisgaar looked like an angel. Gently, Toki brushed his fingertips against the golden, almost invisible lashes. Skwisgaar stirred in his sleep and turned around, leaving Toki facing his luscious mane. 

Still smiling, Toki took a whiff off Skwisgaar’s hair. He breathed in, allowing for his scent to enter his lungs, to impregnate them with his fragrance. It was woody and herb-like, a cool tone reminiscent of mist and the sweetness of spring flowers. And also the smell of the shampoo of brand Skwisgaar religiously requested. The expensive men’s cologne and the mint scented body cream as well. So many things at once, just like Skwisgaar. A universe in one man. 

He exhaled, overwhelmed.

“Toki?” Skwisgaar asked, slowly waking up. Eyelids heavy, his face showed confusion. “Whats…”

“Oh, sorries!” Toki apologized. “Didn’ts means to wakes you…”

“It ams fines.” Skwisgaar, his eyes closing again as he settled next to Toki, ready to fall asleep again. “Ams fines.” He stretched his arms, a wordless gesture that Toki understood and almost immediately jumped at.

Skwisgaar groaned a little as Toki’s strong arms wrapped around him, though he didn’t actually complain. Encouraged, Toki dipped his head again and began planting kisses on Skwisgaar’s neck. He heard Skwisgaar sigh softly, and it made him smile against his skin. Skwisgaar’s neck had always been a sensitive area for him, which is why he never let the floozies near it. But Toki could, he was allowed.

“Toki…” Skwisgaar eventually called him.

“Hmm?” Toki pulled back to meet his eyes.

Skwisgaar didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His lips, slightly parted, were already an invitation.

And Toki accepted.

Their lips locked and Toki inhaled as he wrapped his fingers in Skwisgaar’s hair. It didn’t matter how many times he did, Toki was always marveled every time they kissed. How good it felt to kiss Skwisgaar in his bed, with nothing but the warmth of each other’s bodies in between. Nobody else existed, nobody else mattered. 

If it was a dream, then he didn’t want to wake up from it. But not even his wildest dreams could begin to picture what it was like to actually hold Skwisgaar, to feel him between his fingers. A cartoon-like fantasy could never hold a candle against the real thing. Too good to be true? No, too good to be fake.

Eventually, Skwisgaar broke it off, a little out of breath but masking it. “Tells me whats you thinkingks.” He said, his expression was severe but his features soft.

Toki chuckled and rolled on his back “Ams thinkingks…you looks beautiful todays.”

“Pfft.” Skwisgaar snorted. “Ams seriouses, Toki.”

“Ams seriouses too!” Toki grinned at Skwisgaar before looking at the ceiling. “I don’t knows, I feels luckies or somethings.”

“Luckies?” 

“Ja, luckies dat we ams togethors. Luckies we ams finallies heres. Luckies I gets to be dis happies.” He sighed, joy washing over his face. “Just luckies.” Skwisgaar wasn’t saying anything, so he glanced at him. 

Skwisgaar appeared to be frowning, brows furrowed, lips pursed, grimace lines over his nose. He even scrunched his nose.

“Skwisgaar…?”

Suddenly, a flash, and Toki felt his arms pinned to the sides of his head, a heavy weight on him. 

“You ams doingks dis on purskpose, aren’ts you?” Skwisgaar, now on top of him, asked almost menacingly.

“Wha-” Toki blinked with confusion. “Does whats?”

Skwisgaar narrowed his eyes, his face darkened. “You ams beings cutes to prosvokes me.”

“What?” Toki chuckled. “No, ams not, Is just-” Skwisgaar abruptly buried his head in Toki’s neck and blew a raspberry on his skin, making a fart-like noise. “Skwisgaar!” He laughed, trying to move away.

To no avail, Skwisgaar had wrapped all his limbs around Toki’s body. “You ams!” He insisted with a muffled voice. “It ams dirties plays!” He blew another raspberry. “Dildos!”

“Stops!” Toki said between laughs, softly shoving an undeterred Skwisgaar. “It ams tickles!”

“Oh, ja?” Skwisgaar pulled his head back and his hands traveled down Toki’s torso to begin tickling his abdomen. “Like dis?”

“Noes!” Toki tried to escape the torture between cackles and shouts. “Gets off!”

“Eugheugheugh.” Skwisgaar laughed throatily. “Begs me.”

“I begs!” Toki raised his arms in defeat. “I begs!” When he realized Skwisgaar wasn’t stopping, he had to use his secret weapon. “I pracstices de guitars right nows!”

Skwisgaar froze at once. “Reallies?” He asked, his hands completely still on Toki’s body.

“Mhm.” Toki released himself from Skwisgaar’s hold and sat up. “I plays right nows.”

An impressed Skwisgaar put his hands away and sat up as well. “Okeys.”

They looked at each other’s eyes for a while. Eventually, Toki added. “Just kiddings.”

“Oh, you littols…!” Skwisgaar exclaimed before lunging at Toki, this time the tickling attack way more aggressive, looking to leave no survivors.

And Toki fought and resisted, the tears from laughter streaming from his eyes as his boyfriend mercilessly assaulted his body. 

Maybe luck was an understatement.

[deada55]

Kkloktober2024 day 15: one year after AOTD

”I just don’t feel like anything’s gotten better.”

But, even after the apocalypse, there was a cold summer vacation by the sea, with a big tent made out of borrowed blankets and reclaimed polyester for a timeshare. Nathan looked down into empty tidepools and his own blanched, beached boot feet in black volcanic sand, moist and puckered by recent rain.

Toki was “sorting” solid nickel raindrops, from the size of poppyseeds to toes, recycled in the tide like any old stone. Skwisgaar had disappeared up the coast on foot, walking and sweeping for driftwood. Murderface stood in the tide, getting his feet frozen, lick by lick by the waves. Pickles faced the wind from the dry sand, closest to Nathan, within earshot of Murderface and Toki.

“This is as vacation as can be expected, dude. I guess. It’s somethin’.”

”Not this, the world.”

”… You still taking Ashwaganda or whatever? You should go back on it.”

”No! Fuck you—“

”Nathan, c’mon,”

”Seriously, fuck you for that. Fuck you.”

”Sahrry. Didn’t mean it like that.”

A cloud of old ash moved over the sun; the light faded in and out. The tide pool quivered with a breeze.

”There’s moss on that.”

”Huh?”

”Nathan, that’s moss.”

”You’re… taking mushrooms, aren’t you?”

”No! Look, that fuzzy shit. Find your fuckin’ glasses.”

A haze of algae fluttered around the rocks, barely visible against the sand, in the light only. When one could spot the corona against another rock it was clearer, but the layer was very, very thin.

“—Thought it was empty.”

Pickles chuckled, “It’s not, dude. Never was, probably.”

[tokiwarcube]

Taking down Skwisgaar's walls has been a slow, but rewarding process. To the world, Skwisgaar Skwigelf is the cold God of guitar, of beauty, of sex. But in your arms he is a man -- one who is hopelessly in love with you. He just has a hard time conveying that, sometimes. But a shared breath of smoke washes away that last bit of rubble holding his tongue in place. /// Or, in which you have very sweet high sex with Skwisgaar. Short drabble, I'm obsessed with him

A modern Adonis, with skin of sculpted marble and eyes of sapphire, Skwisgaar Skwigelf is nothing if not well-crafted. He was put together by the gods with such calculation that he’s become a god in his own right. God of beauty, god of sex — in his sheets, the sun won’t rise until your eyes are rolled back. It’s an art, and one he’s perfected at that.

But high Skwisgaar is… considerably less put together. He’s giggly, fumbling… open. His ever-present (considerably lowered after so long of knowing you, loving you, but still there) walls crumble into dust, allowing the ceaseless love bubbling behind them to flow forward over the rubble, and into you.

At some point in the night, between passed joints and swirling smoke, he had found himself not just between your legs, but in your arms, too. Indulging in the softness of your touch as your hands roam up his biceps and across his chest, the last coherent thought in his head drew his face to your neck with flushed cheeks and upturned lips. His fluttering eyelashes and hot breath against your throat draws quiet laughter from your mouth, only to be broken by lazy moans brought forth from his half-thrusts. Closing the microcosm of space between you again and again, sparks of pleasure ripple through the haze — ecstasy stretching for what feels like forever, only to be rewritten the next second.

Somewhere in your subconscious you remark on how fucked out you sound, but before you can think on it further, the thought is gone — lost in the feeling of him and the heavenly fog clouding your thoughts. You card a hand lazily through his silken blond hair, marveling at its softness. Although perhaps heavenly would be a better descriptor for your partner, especially with the way he moans in turn at your gentle touch. Fumbling hands move to pull you just that fraction closer, not to change angles, but for the pure experience of feeling your skin pressed against his.

“You ams so goods to me,” he murmurs, upturned lips heard more than felt as he presses a new kiss to your cheek. And in the brief space between you, dragging his lips up to finally connect with yours, you see the bright shine of love in his blown-out pupils. That, you don’t forget. You don’t forget it as you taste the earth from his tongue; don’t forget as the giggles between the two of you blossom into shared, shaking cries; don’t forget it as you rise in the morning, tangled in each others arms; and you certainly don’t forget it as he plucks well-practiced chords from his guitar over coffee in the afternoon.

But you know, it wouldn’t hurt to take a few more hits tomorrow, just to make sure.

A/N: If I'm to be entirely frank, I was high off my gourd when I wrote this. My cannabinoid-addled brain knows nothing, save for loving Dethklok. Thanks for reading! <3

[thatwritingho]

Finger Foods Update!

Featuring @m3gahet 's Robin Greeves!

On Balcony's Ledge

Summary: There's much Robin and Olive have in common - Shitty childhoods with shitty fathers, asshole brothers, and anger issues; oral fixations and smoking habits; and also... a love of balcony ledges? One of these things is not like the others. Pairing: Robin Greeves and Olive Axworthy Rating: General Background: Another Oc x Oc piece! m3gahet has drawn Olive & Robin a few times now. I now adore them together🥺

Read on AO3 or below!

The door to the balcony flung open, and Olive knew who was there without looking. This balcony wasn't necessarily theirs — the guys would routinely come out here to pester them, after all, and St. Cecilia would join them when visiting Mordhaus — but they were the ones out here the most. With a huff of frustration, Robin wordlessly climbed up onto the ledge next to Olive, cigarette pack in hand as she crossed her legs on the stone wall. Flicking her lighter a few times, she began to curse, irritation mounting.

“Oh, come on, you goddamn stupid little shithead piece of mother fucking hot garba– oh. Thanks.”

Robin's tirade at the small plastic Bic — swiped from Skwisgaar who had swiped it from Pickles before that, the corner crusted with resin — was cut off as Olive extended her arm with Zippo in hand, flame lit and ready. Robin leaned forward with a gentle flush to light the cigarette in her mouth, the action feeling entirely too intimate for what it was, immediately calming as smoke filled her lungs.

“You're welcome. Bad day?”

“Something like that…” Robin trailed off with a sigh. She didn't want to get into it, to talk about how the anniversary of that was coming up, how it made everything so much more difficult to deal with — the stress of the job more fraying, the guys more irritating, interpersonal relationships more complicated. Instead, she merely said, “...just a rough patch. I haven't been taking my multivitamin.”

“Uh-huh,” Olive raised a brow, exhaling a cloud of smoke as dark eyes narrowed in knowing suspicion at her companion. Chewing at her gum thoughtfully, she kicked the heels of her boots against the stone wall, feet dangling over the edge in a way that Pickles always nagged her over.

Hm. Robin was normally a much better liar than that.

“Want me to run some labs on you? There's a lot of vitamin deficiencies that could be causing a dip in mood. You know, a vitamin D deficiency can caus-”

Glancing to the other woman out of the corner of her eye, a small grin curled Robin's lips as Olive rambled, only growing when the other woman somehow ended up on a tangent about Rickets in Victorian England, sucking down a second cigarette as she listened.

“-anyway,” inhaling a breath, embarrassment heated Olive’s cheeks as she wrapped up her monologue, reeling herself back in, “yeah. We can swing by the medical wing later.”

“...okay.” Robin's grin was sticking, stretching her cheeks, now, amused. It had just been a quick little white lie, but… it was nice that she cared, “Yeah, sure. Why the hell not, doctor?”

Mouth going dry at her inflection, Olive bit her lip, averting her eyes out to the horizon, “Um, yeah. Cool.”

Robin grinned smugly — another point for her.

“Yeah. Cool.”

Silence settled over the pair, long, curling tendrils of wispy white smoke billowing in the breeze as the early twinkles of starlight began to dot the purpled sky. Orange heated the horizon as the sun clung to the earth, its clutches slipping into pink as the sky rose.

“Robbi, you know you can talk about it… right?” Olive's voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder may scare the other woman off.

Hell, Robin thought, she may be right.

“Yeah… yeah. I know.” Robin kept her own voice low to match, tamping out her cigarette on the stone and carelessly tossing the butt over the edge, watching it fall to depths she couldn't see.

“Need me to kick anyone's ass? Maim someone? Kill? Decapitate, perhaps? You know that's my favorite.”

Robin laughed, a bit strained and a bit listless, but still a laugh, all the same, “Not this time. I'll take a rain check, though? May come in handy.”

“Of course. What are friends for, if not for delivering severed heads on silver platters when the other has been wronged?”

The sentiment wormed into Robin's chest, inspiring complicated emotions. The air was crisp in her lungs as she closed her eyes, inhaling a deep, slow breath, a gust of wind chilling her despite her blazer.

And then, there was warm.

A hand, small and soft, gently grasping her own, snaking their fingers together. As Robin turned, lips met hers, soft and pillowy, Robin's face heating as she returned the kiss, cupping Olive's face in her hand and parting her lips to sneak her tongue into the other woman's mouth. Their lips met again and again until Robin was left with a big, genuine smile as they parted, face softly flushed, eyes hooded and playful as she chewed the gum in her mouth.

It took a moment, but the dark eyes mirrored back at her soon switched from being clouded in want to narrowed in accusation, the hot flush on Olive's cheeks only adding to the cuteness of the expression.

“Hey! That was my last piece!”

Unable to resist, Robin pinched her cheek before hopping down and sauntering off, laugh shaping her words as she turned back, hand on the door handle, “Shut up. I'll buy you another pack.”