#toki wartooth smut

[pedropascallme]

Your Toki writing is fantastic! You should write him more! Maybe a smut one shot where he's married and desperate to get his wife pregnant? 👀

Honeymooning

Pairing: Toki Wartooth x f!Reader

Summary: "Toki wanted kids. He wanted them bad."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, slightly dom!Toki (you're welcome), creampie. If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Eeeee thank you for the love <3 I love writing Toki content. This prompt had me...excited. To say the least. I thought I'd be able to make this a drabble but it is, in fact, almost 2K words. I'm not sorry!!

You had always pictured a small, intimate wedding ceremony; delicate floral arrangements and lace, a pianist to play you down the aisle, a handful of your closest friends to help you prepare for the event of a lifetime. It was your dream to get married, to find the person you were destined to be with and have a lavish but appropriate ceremony to honor the love you had found in each other.

Any semblance of traditionalist thought you had put into your dream wedding went out the window when Toki proposed to you. Immediately, the two of you decided to go all out. While there were some things at the wedding recognizable from your childhood fantasies—your loved ones there to support you, your dress lacy and with a long train, the flowers just the color you had wanted—it was something entirely new, and much more fitting for who you were now as an adult. There had been something kind of funny about seeing the rest of the band act so dapper; they promised to behave for a whole 24 hours to ensure that the wedding went off without a hitch. Nathan had even worn his glasses in order to watch the vows closely from his spot at Toki’s side, and Skwisgaar didn’t throw in any veiled insults in his best man speech. And the whole time, Toki was squeezing your hand, eyes glued to you in admiration and disbelief that he finally had everything he wanted.

Almost everything.

Having had a more than tumultuous childhood and a lack of parental support, Toki had often considered what he would’ve done had he been in his parents’ shoes. The answer was never one laced with vengeance, rather he dreamt of caring for someone small and providing for them in the way he had always dreamed to be looked after. Toki wanted kids. He wanted them bad.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t known this; there had been conversations between the two of you for God only knows how long about what you wanted your future together to be like, and it always included starting a family. You knew financially you would be fine, but both of you felt it would be best to wait until you were married to really start trying.

And your honeymoon did take place after you were married.

Toki all but threw you onto the sprawling mattress. Maybe after having traveled the world so much with the entirety of Dethklok, Italy wasn’t so much a destination vacation as it was a week away in a familiar location, but you couldn’t deny the beauty that surrounded you—especially the beauty that was your now-husband as you watched him lift up and discard his shirt, tossing it into a corner and revealing his toned torso. You picked yourself up from off your back, crawling forward on the mattress to splay your hands over his stomach.

“This what you were thinking about during our vows?” You kissed down past his belly button and over his thin happy trail.

“Maybes,” he sighed, “but only halfs as much as I thoughts abouts how much I loves you.” You stopped just above the button of his pants to give him a kiss before leaning back to undo his fly. He pulled your hands away and grappled with you until you both fell back on the mattress in a heap of giggles.

“I’m trying to be sexy!”

“You can’ts gives a blow jobs now! It ams our first times as a married couples!” He buried his face into your neck, giving you small kisses that slowly turned more sensual as he began to suck on your skin. His hand made its way past the waistband of your panties—the rest of your clothes long forgotten somewhere near the front door—and he toyed with your clit. “Wants to loves you like this,” he whispered into your neck between opened mouth kisses, “wants to makes you feels good. Puts a baby in you.” You gasped at the combination of his words and the way he felt rubbing against your needy, swollen bud.

“Mhm,” you moaned, arching your back to allow two of his fingers to enter you smoothly, “want—wanna see how pretty I lo-ok, full of your cum?” Your question came out breathy, not at all in the teasing tone you had intended, but you couldn’t care less as Toki’s fingers eased in and out of you.

“Yeah,” Toki moaned, and you moved your hand to squeeze the hard length growing in his jeans. He tilted his head back at the sudden attention he was receiving before his mouth dropped open at your ministrations. “Wants you dripping.” You gave him another squeeze before you felt your legs shaking, thighs clenching together around his hand as his fingers ruthlessly played with the spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Mouth open, you intended to thank him, but there was no time before he attached his lips to yours and started peeling off the remainder of your clothing. He looked at you, curled up on the bed below him as he stripped off his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock and moving to cover you in kisses once more.

“How do you wants it?” He teased, his cock brushing over you. “How do you wants me to fills you up?”

“However you want.” You were giddy in anticipation, opening your legs to him before he had even decided how he wanted to fuck you. He took it as an opportunity, settling himself between your legs and letting his cock rest just above where you needed him. You felt his precum staining your stomach and it made you feel a lightheaded rush of excitement and arousal.

“My wife,” he took himself in his hand, rubbing his tip against your dripping hole, “so prettys.” He pushed into you all the way, the entirety of his cock stretching you out delightfully and making you scream out for him. “Feels good?” It wasn’t really a question, more of a mocking observation at the way your face contorted with each long, hard thrust.

You gave a string of gibberish in response, moaning each time you felt him slip out just enough to feel close to empty before he rammed back into you. “Fuck, Toki, fu-ck!” You were on the precipice of another orgasm, but he pulled out of you and turned you over, giving your ass a sharp smack as you moaned in disappointment and need.

“Be patients,” he spanked you again, sliding his cock over the curve of your ass, “you’ll gets whats you wants.”

“Need it, Toki!” You felt pathetic, lifting your ass up and wiggling in an attempt to sway him to fill you up again. “Need it…” It was a good thing Toki liked seeing you pathetic; your begging was cut short by his hands spreading you open for him as he pushed himself back into you, drawing a moan from you both before he began an unrelenting pace. He pulled your hair into a messy, makeshift ponytail, pulling you up closer to him and making your back curve to give him more leverage to fill your greedy cunt. “There!” You were close to tears, the overwhelming pleasure your husband provided coursing through your veins, “R-ight there, Toki! Please!” You collapsed onto your arms and face as the force of his thrusts became almost too much to handle; you felt your body move forward with every snap of his hips and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“Rights there?” He teased, giving you a particularly deep thrust and keeping himself sheathed inside of you while you squirmed underneath him, helpless and loving it. You responded with a muffled “yes,” before he began to move again, slower now but just as deep. “Whats do you wants?” He was trying to ward off his own climax by slowing himself down and goading you into begging for more.

“Wan-want to…” You felt your eyes roll back when he began to rub your clit slowly in time with his thrusts.

“Whats?” He demanded.

“Wa-need you to-please Toki, I need it.” The tears you had been attempting to hold back now spilled over your eyes and onto the sheets below you.

“Speak clearlys.” If you hadn’t been so distracted, maybe you would’ve pointed out the irony of his sentence, but you were too far gone and did as instructed.

With all your focus, you mustered the proper words to get what you were so desperate for: “Please To-ki, want you to cum in me,” he pushed himself in further and you cried out, burying your face into the blanket you were clutching. “Please! Please, fill me up—fuck!—fill my pussy up so deep. Wanna have your—have your fucking kids.” You choked on your words as he sped up, throwing you back onto his cock as he brought you both toward your highs.

“Fills you up so goods.” You heard him groaning. He pulled you back by your hair and wrapped an arm around your waist. Now gripping you tightly against him, he used his other hand to grab your face, kissing you and whispering to you. “Gonna takes it? Gonna say thanks yous?”

“Yes! Please, yes!” You repeated the same two words over and over, and with a long, deep thrust into you, you felt yourself go limp in Toki’s arms. Had it not been for his grip around you, you surely would have fallen flat onto the mattress. Toki continued to fuck you through your orgasm as it tore through you; you felt heavy and light simultaneously, seeing black and white shine through both eyes while you chanted his name. At last, panting and sweaty, you uttered a weak, “please, Toki,” and he gave you what you both craved. You felt his hips stutter against your ass as he came, painting your insides with his cum. You felt warm and tired, but now with a regained pleasure coursing through you. Eyes closed, you felt yourself move and realized Toki had maneuvered you to lie down, still buried inside you. You could feel the stickiness leaking out around his cock and onto your thighs, and his chest heaving into your back.

Slowly, you eased him out of your now sensitive, sticky hole and turned to face him. He was smiling wide, tongue between his teeth. He kissed you passionately, deeply, before his hand wandered down to your pussy and began pushing what had leaked out of you back inside. You gasped, grabbing at his forearm while he playful nipped at you. Pulling his fingers out of you, he stuck them in his mouth to suck off any remnants and then curled up around you, kissing your shoulders, face, neck, and anywhere else he could reach in the position you found yourselves in.

“I loves you.” Toki whispered, kissing your forehead. “My wife, pretty ladys, I loves you. So perfects. Going to be a greats moms.” He kissed the top of your ear, then your cheek, and then finally he gave you a kiss on the lips.

“Do you think it worked?” You smiled, soaking in the adoration of his words.

“Maybes,” he pushed his hair out of his face, propping himself up next to you on his elbow, “but maybes we should try one more times. Or two.”

You pulled him back down again.

[tokiwarcube]

How are the boys when their s/o is away on a trip for a while? Like which ones call constantly? Which ones are calm? Any have separation anxiety?

This was fun to think about, and very well timed! +Charles as well -- Enjoy! <3

Charles Foster Offdensen

Have fun for him, won’t you? Charles will absolutely miss you while you’re gone — with the lives you share, you don’t always have too much time to spend together, not to say that he won’t miss the time you do get — but he’s happy that you’ll be having a good time. His biggest worry is about your safety, but that’s nothing a few Klokateers can’t fix.

He looks forward to your nightly phone call more than ever — after a long day of running around, his steady voice is so nice to listen to. And you know, it’s funny — he’s already less stiff around you, but over the phone, he’s a little more willing to just be a bit silly. Especially as time goes on. Maybe it’s because of the distance that comes with a call. Maybe he just misses you.

And he’d be lying if he didn’t pay just a little bit more attention to the vibration of his phone, just in case you send him a text or a photo. He might not respond immediately, but he does look forward to hearing from you.

He does find himself thinking of you often — certain colors, trinkets, your interests… he’ll text you about them every now and then, just to let you know you’re in his thoughts.

Please send him a postcard or two, if you’re able. He likes physical items like that, especially if you scrawl a little note on the back.

10/10, he’ll be sure to take you on a nice date when you get home to make up for lost time.

Nathan Explosion

Listen, Nathan isn’t the most talkative man on Earth. Or in the States. Or in Mordhaus. Or, anywhere, really. No, his way of showing love is through spending time together. He loves getting up in the afternoon morning with you, going through your morning routine, watching you pick out your outfits… loves to just you know, exist with you. He thought he was going to be fine while you were gone, but everyone in a 30mi radius could tell he was not.

Spoiler alert: He is not.

He’s awkward on phonecalls, and is abysmal on videocalls (can’t hold a phone straight to save his life), so while he will 100% try, he’s not… he’s not great. But you know, just keep him updated with your daily activities — send photos of your adventures, of your outfit choices in the morning, of the random shit you found in the shops… it makes him feel just a little less alone. And he’ll try to do the same, even if the photos are always weirdly out of focus. He does better at the random voice notes he’ll send to you — now those, those make you feel more at home. It’s usually just some random thing he’s been thinking of — maybe it’s a random verse he’s been noodling at, maybe it’s an idea for some new too-expensive project, maybe it’s just some random thought that won’t leave him alone. But they mean a lot.

Other than that, he does fairly decent at distracting himself — if there was any time for a good-old friender-bender, it’s now.

5/10, Pickles is doing his damndest to keep him away from the tequila.

Pickles the Drummer

He’s been preparing for this day from the moment you put it on the calendar. He just knows he’s going to be horrific, going to spin himself in circles, going to chew his own arm off, and—

He’s actually fine. He thought he was going to be shaking like a chihuahua in your absence, but all things considered, he’s actually pretty damn okay! I mean yeah, he looks forward to your call at night, and he gets a bit sad if you ever have to miss it, but he’s not basing his entire day around the void your absence has made. Part of that comes from the photos you send throughout the day — he knows you haven’t just fucked off and abandoned him, which honestly, was his biggest worry. The other half of his nonchalance comes with his lifestyle. I wouldn’t say he’s drinking more now that you’re gone, but also… he’s bored. He’s not drinking himself to death, mind you, it’s just… Pickles.

He for sure gets a bit sappier when he’s really under the influence — he will be showing photos of your adventures to anyone who will listen. And to anyone who won’t. He’s glad you’re having a good time, genuinely.

Might as well go on a good old friender-bender while he has the time, though.

9/10, surprisingly normal, but someone should really look into his liver — how it hasn’t shut down by now is anyone’s guess.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

When its time for your trip, he thinks he’s gonna do great in your absence. Love you to death, but it’ll be nice to play guitar in the middle of the night again without having to worry about waking you up. And he can finally watch that horror movie you said he’d hate because for some reason you’re convinced that he hates them. Oh! And he can finally try his hand at drinking Nathan under the table again, and—

He has a whole list of stupid shit planned out, and he doesn’t even make it an hour before he’s smacked with a very crushing loneliness. He finds himself turning to murmur to you, only to have your usual space just… empty.

The weight of your absence is stunning, and he refuses to admit how much he misses you. But you can take a guess, with how much he draws out your midnight phonecalls. And really, its hard to keep up the dirty talk for that long without getting cliche— how about you just tell him about your day?

4/10, emotionally constipated Swedish man ends up in ER with repetitive strain injuries to the fingers and wrist, more news at 10:00.

Toki Wartooth

Toki considers himself to be fairly adaptable. I mean sure, he misses you half to death, but he can function without you. Plus, he always has his memory boxes and scrapbooks for when he’s particularly longing, and he always has the ability to call!

By which I mean, he’s calling you almost any chance he gets. But to be fair, that’s not too much different from when you’re at home — he just likes to talk to you. He keeps you updated on all of the shenanigans at Mordhaus, so you never really feel too far from home. But now that you’re off on your own adventure, he wants to hear all about it! Please send him photos!

Genuinely, he does great at surviving without you. That is, until it comes time to sleep — he didn’t realize how good you were at keeping the nightmares at bay. Expect a slightly longer call at night — he probably won’t tell you about the nightmares, but he does get a bit whinier about you coming home.

8/10, surprisingly adaptable, but please bring him a trinket. No, it does not matter that he could buy every item in the country thrice over — he would still like a little trinket.

William Murderface

He does not miss you, he’s just buying a casket and writing his will because it’s a fun, Tuesday activity.

Okay, he’s lying, he misses you so fucking much it’s unreal. It just feels weird to, you know, say it like that. He’d be calling you 24/7 if you weren’t out and about, living your life. So instead, he texts. There’s no obligation to respond immediately, mind you… but a few updates here and there would be deeply appreciated.

He tries his absolute best to distract himself while you’re gone — maybe Planet Piss will finally get it’s first EP down (false) — with varying success. His chief method of distraction comes to hanging out with the band… and the boys are texting you by the end of the week to please come home, because they’re having to beat him off with a stick. He’s also weirdly agitated with everyone but you, which certainly doesn’t help matters… but on the phone, he’s just as soft as could be.

3/10, he’s going to chew his own leg off at this rate. Someone save him, please.

[sneakyfordethklok]

Toki Headcanons

Baby.. baby man baby...

He's 5'8", the second shortest in the band below Pickles.

Toki's weight fluctuates between about 170 and 180, depending on his eating habits and his health. Obviously he is very muscular, but he tends to slim down more unintentionally during the summer, when it's warmer and he feels like he has more time to workout.

He's about 25 now, though he was going on 17 when he joined Dethklok back in the day.

He doesn't exactly exercise a lot, but he definitely tries to. He works with weights sometimes, and counts his anxious rearranging of his room on occasion as a workout.

Charles had a home gymnasium, the size of their dining room, built in one of the wings of Mordhaus for Toki. Though, he really only uses the treadmill and some of the weight machines. He likes rowing.

His bunny tattos are shitty, faded stick-and-poke pieces Murderface and Pickles helped him with. He cried the first two times, but has been pretty strong since.

Aside from the two rabbit tattoos, he has an angel wings and halo piece on his other arm, and the Dethklok logo tattooed on his chest, right under his ribs.

His mustache grows from his top lip like catfish whiskers.

Toki doesn't wear them to concerts or most publicized events, but he likes to wear the featured hair clips and other accessories for his own tastes.

As part of that, he very much enjoys scenecore and early 2000s emo/scene fashion.

His English is noticeably and (arguably) significantly better than Skwisgaar, in large part due to him learning English at a younger age.

His back from between his shoulder blades to the small of his back, and to the edges of his shoulders are covered in welts. The edges are dark flesh-tone, some of the newer-ish ones being a shiny pink. Just the lightest touch will send Toki into a panic.

Generally, he responds negatively to criticism, loud noise (that he wasn't made privy to prior), or anything perceived as aggression. He cries and gets upset easily enough, something his band mates ridicule him for, but in turn he is also the most understanding, gentle, and affectionate member of Dethklok.

Even after being treated poorly or outright mocked by his friends, Toki will be quick to do anything for them. Especially affectionate acts of kindness. (See the episode Dethmas.)

Toki got a nose piercing for aesthetic and symbolic reasons, following a drunken escapade with Murderface, of course. The bassist convinced him to get the piercing, and after paying a visit to a tattoo shop, it happened.

Despite the.. interesting story behind his piercing, he's still quite happy with it. And it's the only one he has.

It's pretty much obvious just by looking at him, but Toki has massive eyes compared to his bandmates. They're big, doe-like pools that make him look at least 5 years younger than he is. His baby-like appearance, especially in the rare times he's shaved his mustache, don't exactly help his appeal to children.

Toki's unfortunate adoration of Rockzo also apply to just about everything else clown-related or clown-themed. He likes carnivals, circus acts, clown music, ICP, clown Halloween masks, etc. You could call it a special interest.

He was officially diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder and CPTSD from a psychiatrist at age 21, just a few years after joining Dethklok.

His knife injury from Magnus during Doomstar Requiem did get infected, and left an absolutely ugly scar behind. It's just behind his left shoulder blade, and is a marred, ugly pockmark against his mostly smooth flesh otherwise, even when compared to his welts from the child abuse he endured.

Toki still has nightmares about his father's death, and his treatment while kidnapped with Abigail by Magnus.

Following the events of Requiem, Toki regressed mentally, but not fully. His childish behavior from before didn't change, but his ability to cope with stress and uncomfortable/unfamiliar situations worsened immediately. He can't handle almost any stress or antagonizing without crying or getting very upset, and he wears sensory headphones quite often now.

He enjoys the old My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake cartoons, but won't admit it to Skwisgaar or his other bandmates.

While being in a poly with his bandmates, his predominant partner is Murderface, being the main pairing of mine (Warface).

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His main kinks are praise kink, breeding, BDSM, body worship, knife-play, and edging.

Very sensitive, needy, and easy to turn on. He'll do anything for approval, and to make his partner feel good. Almost to the point of desperation.

He's a switch, though is mainly a bottom.

That being said, he can snap at a moment's notice and can turn the tables very fast. Never underestimate how being horny and desperate can make him lose his resolve and patience.

With barely any hesitation, he can flip you over or pin you down, whatever is necessary, and make you do whatever he wants. He's certainly strong enough to use force on anyone to get his way, though of course he would never hurt a partner on purpose.

If he's not trying to hold himself back, he can get too excited and cum too quickly.

Big into breeding, with a hyper focus on bodily fluids. He wants you a soaking wet, moaning mess while he fills you with cum. He can be pretty forceful about it too— Toki's the kind of guy that has been wanting to knock up any female partner he gets from probably the first date.

He's big into gentle aftercare. He loves to cuddle, make out, shower/bathe together post coitus, whatever his partner wants. He's the kind of guy to rub your back after and play with your hair while you both coming back down.

[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.

[taintingimagination]

Toki Wartooth • NSFW Alphabet

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Author's Note: This is my first time really using Tumblr, so the formatting for posts aren't where I want them to be right now. Anyways, let's see how these do!

A = Aftercare: Absolutely! He's a sweetheart and adores showering you with hugs and kisses. Depending on how rough the session was, he'll run you a bubble bath or massage you.

B = Body Part: His favorite part of you is your waist. He likes to wrap his arms around them and hold you. He may be a little territorial so he'll hold them even outside the bedroom. On himself, probably his abs since he talks about them the most.

C = Cum: On your face - he's a fan of facials. He doesn't mind finishing inside you either.

D = Dirty Secret: Toki wants to completely own you. He's been shadowed by Skwisgaar for a long time, so he wants at least something to himself that Skwisgaar hasn't done ten times better. Possessive on an insecure level, he needs reassurance.

E = Experience: Toki has decent experience, mainly groupies. However, he doesn't let that ruin his time with you since you're the only one who matters.

F = Favorite Position: Toki likes when you're on your knees. Overall, any position that makes you look completely helpless.

G = Goofy: Not by a long shot. This man is in his own world, completely focused on all the ways he can fuck you. Though, say I love you once and he might crack a smile and giggle.

H = Hair: Toki keeps it trimmed regularly, whether if it's neat or not depends.

I = Intimacy: Very intimate, very passionate. No matter how rough and demeaning he is to you in bed, he makes sure you're okay with it first. Affection is his love language.

J = Jack Off: It's canon that he (along with the rest of the band) regularly jack off. Sometimes, he'll make you do it to him.

K = Kinks: Toki is into S&M, mainly because of repressed trauma. He enjoys the power he feels from seeing you hurt and helpless during sex. He has a harness under his bed just for you. He also enjoys softer, more domestic kinks like dollifacation.

L = Location: Preferably in the bedroom, he would rather have your body seen by him and to take his time with you.

M = Motivation: Just the pure thought of you. Some motivators for him is neck kissing and you facing him in his lap.

N = No: Toki doesn't want his back touched, nor does he want you to pull his hair. He also doesn't want to hurt you badly, nothing beyond spanking - choking is a risk.

O = Oral: Blowjobs are reals cool! As stated above, he loves to give you facials. He talks trash about going down on a girl, but he's very sweet with you when he does. Yes, his mustache tickles your inner thighs.

P = Pace: Slow and rough.

Q = Quickie: Toki isn't much of a fan as he prefers to draw out the session, but everyone gets desperate. He'll do quickies in reserved places in public, and even on the tour bus or backstage.

R = Risk: Toki is only game to experiment if you are. Every once in awhile, he learn some new BDSM tricks and want to show you. Mainly, he just does what he already knows.

S = Stamina: Excellent. Though, most of his sessions are heavier on foreplay than fucking, he can go all night if he wanted.

T = Toys: Toki sometimes uses toys on you. He could either be generous and just use a bullet vibrator, or keep a butt plug or dildo ready to occupy one of your holes while he uses the other. But, he feels confident enough in bed that his fingers or dick is good enough.

U = Unfair: Toki the Tease. All this dude does is make you anticipate by stretching out foreplay or going slow in sex. Verbal teasing like degrading, also yes. He'll take any opportunity to make you look less than him.

V = Volume: Compared to the rest of the band, he makes a lot of noise. Instead of grunts or soft groans, he'll moan boyishly.

W = Wild Card: Toki likes seeing his partner's makeup run and smudge down their face. He'll even doll you up so he can fuck your throat or make you cry, just so he can watch the mascara bleed down your cheeks.

X = Xray: Toki is packing, have you seen him in that thong..? I see at least eight to ten inches in there.

Y = Yearning: Toki isn't as open about his sex drive, but he's just as bad as the rest of the band.

Z = Zzz: Toki watches you fall asleep, then he falls asleep himself. It's soothing and healing to him in a way.

[toki-is-the-king]

Skwistok one shot

Summary: Skwisgaar and Toki are both drunk, sad, and horny. Pretty much it. Lots of angst, sexual tension, and mentions unprocessed trauma. Angst/fluff

Rating: Mature

TW for sexual themes, alcohol and ptsd.

Sometimes Skwisgaar hated drinking. He couldn’t say it out loud or the guys would crucify him, but it made him feel things. Things he didn’t want to feel or think about. Getting drunk was great, when he was in a good mood and wanted to party or fuck some groupies, but Toki’s whole ordeal with his dead dad and his fucked up family had Skwisgaar reminiscing on his own past, and it was shit. He couldn’t even recognize how he was feeling, it was just too much, and he hated the emptiness in his chest, like a black hole sucking the life out of him. Maybe it was just this shitty beer, but he wasn’t feeling his usual confident self, right now he just wanted to wallow in self pity. It was probably the alcohol, he reminded himself, still, he didn’t like feeling this torn up over his past or remembering how his skank mother was never there for him. He was in a bad mood. It was fucking gross and weird.

“Hey dood! Me and Nat’n are gonna go drink in the hot tub if you wanna join!”

Nathan was already taking his clothes off, bumbling around with his pants down around his ankles. “HEY. I’m gonna fucking drink this tequila, alright Pickles?!”

Skwisgaar cringed at the thought of being in the hot tub with Nathan after a bottle of tequila. He hadn’t noticed that he’d gone temporarily catatonic in his drunken state, unaware he was slipping into the uncharted depths of his mind, until an even more drunk Pickles waved a hand in front of his face. Skwisgaar might’ve been under the influence, but he could put on his usual stoic demeanor when needed.

“Eugh…dat ams tempting but I uh, was thinkings maybes…I ams just practices guitar instead.”

Pickles was grinning stupidly and just gave a half assed thumbs up, “whatever you say dood.”

“Oh schit, I wanna come too!”

Murderface yelled, jumping up from the chair he’d been stabbing away at for the past hour. He was just as wasted as Pickles and Nathan, who were already snickering after leaving him behind. Murderface chased after them with his open pocketknife, swearing he’d cut their eyes out if they excluded him. The door to the living room area slammed shut and the three guys could be heard shouting over each other about who got to choose a movie.

It didn’t take long before Skwisgaar got the eerie feeling of being watched.

“So you’s just goings to practice your guitars? Dats cool! Cans I watch?”

Before Skwisgaar could interject, or at least act like he wanted to, Toki was tripping over his feet and heading towards the couch where Skwisgaar sat, guitar in his lap.

“Uh…shores…I guess dats fine.”

“I promiskes I just sits and bes queit! You-“ Toki hiccuped, taking a swig from his red solo cup, “you not evens know I’s here.”

Skwisgaar sighed, readjusting the position of his guitar. In some way he was relieved to have been pulled from the thoughts of his whore mom, but now he was dragged into another pit of thoughts and feelings to focus on. He and Toki’s friendship had been a little strained as of recently, with Toki’s dad dying and all that mess. It was bothering Skwisgaar, but he did nothing about it. He found it best to just ignore his problems and maybe they’d disappear, but that wouldn’t work when the problem was sitting right in front of him, wide eyed, smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl. Toki flopped down onto his stomach, resting his cheek against his palm, swinging his feet back and forth like he always did.

“Goes on, plays something!” Toki insisted, his voice screeching and high pitched. Skwisgaar only grimaced, realizing now that his five beers were probably the cause of this oncoming headache, or maybe it was Toki. As much as he liked both of them, beer and Toki had a way of giving Skwisgaar an unforgiving migraine. Why couldn’t the guy just keep his mouth shut for five seconds so Skwisgaar could secretly admire him and then loathe him in the same thought?

“Plays da guitarssss!” Toki screeched, ear piercing enough to shatter the windows.

“I can’ts plays while you ams starings at me likes dat!”

Toki only erupted into laughter, spitting his drink everywhere and onto the other man’s boots. Skwisgaar scowled at him, his annoyance causing his fingers to strum away at his guitar furiously.

“You knows I could totallies kicks you in de face right now if I wants to…”

“Does it! I wants a footprints on my face! HA!” The brunette smashed his face against the blond’s boot, grabbing the older man’s foot and jerking it around as if he was trying to pull his shoe off. Toki was way too fucking drunk to be enjoyable anymore and it was only thinning Skwisgaar’s patience. Sure, they all drank way too much, but lately Toki had been so wasted it was concerning. And over what? His asshole dad? That didn’t seem like an excuse to Skwisgaar…or maybe it was, and he was just too unfeeling. Skwisgaar just knew that he was overwhelmed too and yes, he bottled everything up anyway, but when Toki wasn’t rolling on the floor wasted out of his mind, they had a decent friendship. At least Skwisgaar didn’t feel so lonely when he could actually talk to Toki. It was nearly impossible to have a conversation with Toki lately and it sucked. Well- it was hard to have a conversation with him in general, he was childish, whiny, had the attention span of a five year old- but at least he was interested in what Skwisgaar was saying. But this time around there was something about Toki’s obliviousness that had Skwisgaar overly frustrated, more than usual. Whenever Skwisgaar felt he was being ignored, that his presence was being disregarded, he felt disrespected. Discarded. It gave him flashbacks of being a stupid unwanted kid who was unloved and neglected. Call it narcissistic if you will, that Skwisgaar shut down anytime his ego was slightly threatened, but it wasn’t necessarily his fault. He didn’t know how to respond to perceived rejection other than getting angry.

“Tokis if you’s not stops dis drinkings nonskense then I just goes to my room and nots talks to you.”

“But you’s drinking too!”

“Nots drinkings like how you’s does! Fucks dis, I goes to my room.” Skwisgaar grabbed the neck of his guitar, steadying himself to his feet. Everything was spinning and he was entering the part of being drunk where you begin to feel sick if you stop drinking to keep the momentum going.

“No! Please, donts leaves me alone, Skwisgaar! Please!” Toki stumbled up from the floor, pushing Skwisgaar back onto the couch more roughly than he’d intended to. The blond scowled, jerking his guitar towards himself to block Toki from falling all over him. His attempt to put space between himself and Toki was proving to be in vain, and Toki who was getting oddly frantic, had the nerve toss Skwisgaar’s precious guitar to the floor.

“Eugh, Tokis gets you hands off me! And fuckings be careful with my guitars damnit!”

“Please donts leaves me, I���m sorries! I behaves, I promiskes!”

“No gets out of my way!”

“I’ll does anything if you stays, Skwisgaar, please! I’ll evens sucks your dick, I’ll does anything!”

Skwisgaar paused, eyeing Toki skeptically, who was on his knees, hands clasped together as if he were praying. “Dat ams…reallys…gays…But you knows, we ams…both sooo hammered it could happens and no one’s could blame us.”

“Yeah! We ams both reallys hammered! No one cans blames us!” Toki said, slurring his speech. He was so dizzy he was seeing double.

Skwisgaar slowly relaxed against the couch, arms at his sides. Toki hastily climbed onto his lap, feeling a surge of heat rush to his face. Skwisgaar smirked, using his thumb to tilt Toki’s chin up as he tried to glance away. Toki hadn’t really thought this through, sometimes he just blurted out whatever came to mind. He’d actually never given a blow job before or sat in Skwisgaar’s lap like this.

“gör jag dig nervös?” Skwisgaar mumbled, his melancholic mood dissipating. Sexual tension was a promising escape from reality.

The younger man’s breathing quickened, his index finger entering his mouth as began to chew his nails. Skwisgaar’s eyes flickered from Toki’s parted lips, then to his chest. The younger man was breathing deeply, chest rising and falling beneath his baggy shirt. The room was so quiet you could almost hear the pounding of Toki’s heart against his chest.

“Well…dis was easy ways to gets you too shuts up, heuh?”

Toki remained silent, peering through his lashes, chewing his nails. He didn’t know how to tell Skwisgaar he wasn’t sure what move to make or what to do. He’d never felt this way around anyone before. This was the closest he’d gotten to intimacy yet, and it was with the sex god himself, so of course it made him panic. He didn’t want to embarrass himself further by confessing this, so he just stayed quiet.

“Before yous not shuts up, now I can’ts gets you to says no’tings?” Skwisgaar mused, resting his hands on the other’s hips firmly, digging his nails into his sides.

“Jeg…vet ikke hva jeg skal gjøre...” Toki whispered shyly, his gaze shifting from the floor to meet Skwisgaar’s piercing blue eyes. Shivers ran down his spine from the way Skwisgaar was looking at him, smirking, in control.

“You doesn’t haves to does nothings…let’s me goes first, ja?”

Toki perked up, the playful gleam in his eyes returning. He nodded, snuggling against the other’s chest like a cat, closing his eyes as if he might drift off to sleep. “I just rests my head and you goes first.”

Skwisgaar quirked an eyebrow, “ah, Tokis…We’s can does dis gay cuddling bullshits later…if you wants to…but I thoughts we does something else likes what you saids before-“

Skwisgaar sighed, seeing as Toki was too anxious or too drunk to put in much effort, he’d need to get him just a little worked up. His dick wasn’t going to suck itself, and he’d already tried and failed at sucking his own dick anyway.The older man began kissing down the younger’s neck, deciding to be an asshole and suck a hickey right under his jawline. With that, Toki’s eyes popped open again. Skwisgaar wasn’t expecting to have the other man moaning this early on but he was skilled at his craft. He’d never heard such desperation aside from those five dollar hookers he fucked last week.

“You likes dat?” The blond breathed out, lips trailing along the other’s neck, his skin warm and slightly sweaty. Skwisgaar got off on making people nervous, so this only fueled him to keep going, sucking and nipping at the skin until he could feel the familiar sensation of a boner pressing against his thigh. It wasn’t his own this time.

“You ams pathetisks…you knows dat?” He chuckled, keeping one hand on Toki’s hip and letting the other wander down the bulge on the front of the younger man’s pants. He gave a light squeeze, earning another defeated moan.

“H-how’s you knows how to do this?” Toki asked, and it came out as more of a whimper than he intended. He’d only barely hooked up with anyone at this point, he was too nervous. Skwisgaar made it seem so easy. Maybe he could get the hang of it someday.

“I literallys fucks de sluts brains out all days till I get bored, I knows what I’s doing.”

Skwisgaar slipped his hand in Toki’s pants just to toy with him, waiting until the other man got desperate enough to beg for it. But Toki was incompetent about foreplay or anything sex related, and grew impatient fairly quickly, rocking his hips against Skwisgaar’s to get some type of friction going. This only amused Skwisgaar and he retracted his hand to tease him. Toki whimpered again, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

“Why’s you stop?” He hiccuped a few times, words slurred and messy. He leaned in to kiss Skwisgaar in hopes of getting him to continue. Skwisgaar merely smirked, motioning to the other.

“Because it ams yours turn.”

Again, Toki looked anxious and shy but made the next move despite it, connecting their lips in a sloppy fashion, clinking their teethed together in the process. It wasn’t nearly as graceful as Skwisgaar would’ve anticipated, but he didn’t mind. He was just satisfied with whatever this was.

“You tastes likes vodka.” Skwisgaar muttered, leaning back to break the kiss after a few moments.

“Yeps I beens drinkings it all day. Okays Toki’s turns again!” Toki leaned in and kissed the other’s neck, trying to copy what was done to him. It wasn’t for very long, and he clearly lacked experience, but it was something at least. The kissing didn’t last and before he knew it Skwisgaar yelped in surprise, leaving Toki giggling and trying to bite him again. Toki couldn’t remain serious when he was drunk if his life depended on it.

“Tokis! You cants just fucking bites peoples!”

Toki pursed his lips, pouting, and Skwisgaar wanted to smack him. This was the weirdest, if you could even call it sexual, encounter he’d had, and he’d had “several thouskands”.

Skwisgaar rubbed his neck, visibly irritated. “Is dis what’s you does to the ladies? Who tells you dis is good? I gots to teach you’s a things or two.”

“I…never reallys does much with the goils…but oh yeah they loves it…Oh man, I can’t lies to you no more, I reallys don’t knows what I ams doing!!!” After his outburst there was more silence and Toki was radiating with embarrassment, his hands were trembling and he looked like he might cry. He couldn’t find the right words to express it so he’d sound cool, but there was no cool way to do it, so he forced himself to say it and get it over with.

“I nevers reallys…dones this yet…evens with the ladies…”

“vänta, är du oskuld, Toki?”

“…Ja…”

Skwisgaar exhaled deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to think Toki wasn’t still a virgin. Upon this realization, this could be excruciatingly difficult because Toki was absolutely clueless.

“I’m sorries! I just wants to bes likes you! I just wants you to likes me! I fucks everything up-“

Skwisgaar cut off the beginning tantrum with a swift kiss, pulling the other man in closer. He managed to lay him on his back, situating himself to straddle the younger man’s waist. He’d have to take the lead, but that was fine, and for once Toki didn’t seem to mind that Skwisgaar had the upper hand. He was just pleased with the kissing and the way Skwisgaar was grinding against him, pleasuring him. It was like a dream. This was way better than jacking off, Toki thought, and he understood a bit more now why the ladies loved the lead guitarist so much.

“S-Skwisgaar I…”

“Shhh…donts says nothing, just lets me dos it…” the blond whispered, cupping a hand over the other man’s mouth, suppressing another loud moan from escaping. Toki couldn’t stop whimpering and squirming underneath him, and it was driving the older man crazy. He never would have imagined he’d be into this- not just the gay stuff, but dry humping his band mate, relishing in the presence of seeing Toki helpless and flustered at his disposal. Skwisgaar pressed a wet kiss to Toki’s jawline as he began to undo his belt, yanking the front of his pants down. He hoped it wasn’t too far, that didn’t show how badly he wanted the rhythm guitarist, but Toki didn’t seem to notice, face scrunched up in pleasure.Through panting and shaky fingers, Skwisgaar finally got his belt loose, and then undid the front of Toki’s jeans, smirking at the hard on in his boxers. There was no way they’d be able to talk their way out of this if the rest of Dethklok walked in, so Skwisgaar knew he needed to act fast. He wished they were already undressed, but he’d change that quickly. He slid a hand under Toki’s shirt, hands roaming his chiseled body. He’d seen it a million times when they were in the hot tub but when Skwisgaar went to pull the shirt off, Toki grasped his wrist tightly, eyes wide and pleading, his writhing body going stiff.

“Waits-“

“What’s you wants now?!”

“Maybes I leaves my shirts on?”

“Whys?”

“It’s…colds in here…”

“Toki’s we ams both sweating unside of each others bodies, it ams not cold.”

“Makes a promisk you wonts says nothings?”

“Okay okay I promiskes! You ams makings dis what’s supposed to be easy over complicaskied!”

Toki relaxed again, loosening the death grip on Skwisgaar’s wrist, allowing him to pull his shirt off over his head. He frowned, peering up at the blond, hesitantly, like he expected to repulse him. A shameful blush coated his cheeks, and he turned his face towards the back of the couch, biting his lip.

Skwisgaar didn’t notice anything different than usual and was confused, equally annoyed and sexually frustrated.

“You’s looks de same as always. Cans I fucks you now? I’m startings to get bored.”

Toki stayed silent, simply nodding, lying flat against the couch, hands clumsily grabbing at Skwisgaar’s waist to hold onto as the blond began to palm at Toki’s hard on, causing the brunette to groan. Everything was spinning now, and he really wished he had taken it slow with the vodka. Despite the kissing and fondling each other, he was struggling to keep up the same pace as before. Toki felt a burning in the back of his throat and his stomach was churning, he felt sick, his day of binge drinking straight vodka was catching up to him. He might puke. He felt so guilty and stupid. Any fan girl would sell her soul and tits just to be in Toki’s position right now, underneath the famous lead guitarist, but Toki just felt awkward and sad; he was so nauseous he wasn’t sure if he could even enjoy this now. Skwisgaar felt like he was making out with a corpse the way Toki just laid there, limp and not moving, no longer responding to the advances he made. Eventually Toki was just staring into nothing like he was having an out of body experience and Skwisgaar was finally weirded out to the point that he stopped trying to satisfy his sexual desires.

“Toki it feels like I ams doesing alls de work-“

“Ams sorry… I just thinks how…I wishes my dads nevers beats me all those times…I cants do this…” Toki sighed casually, as if he hadn’t just said something incredibly fucked up.

Skwisgaar felt as if his dick retracted into itself at hearing this and Toki had officially ruined the moment. The sexual tension between them had faded and now there was just an awkwardness hovering in the air. Skwisgaar’s demeanor changed instantly, suddenly feeling guilty and wrong about this whole incident.

“Maybes…we does this another times then, ja?” Skwisgaar suggested, climbing off of Toki and crossing his arms like he does when something makes him uncomfortable. He zipped up his pants and stared at the wall, trying to conceal that he was disappointed and humiliated. He had never been turned down like this, and it was bothering him.

“Yeps…I likes to does this again…for nows cans…cans you’s just holds my hand?”

Skwisgaar wanted to refuse and say that was too gay for words, but he’d almost had gay sex with Toki so this was the least of his concerns at the moment, and it eased some of the guilt he felt for taking advantage of Toki’s vulnerability. Sure they were both intoxicated, but as Skwisgaar thought about it, Toki was way more fucked up.

“Ja…I cans does dat…” the blond pushed aside his ego and conflicting feelings, kneeling beside the couch and taking Toki’s hand in his. It made no sense to him why he was the one blushing now. He could have sex for hours but the moment it came to all that mushy stuff like hand holding and cuddling, it made him want to explode.

“I’m sorry I’s fucks this up.”

“You didn’ts it ams fine, Toki.”

. . .

“Skwisgaar…?”

“Ja?”

“ hvor lang tid tar det før arrene forsvinner..?”

“I doesn’t…knows about…dats Toki.”

“I just wonders…maybes someday they will goes away… by the times we’s does this again…”

“You’s… thinks I ams bothered by the scars?” Skwisgaar frowned, feeling the strings of his heart being tugged at. Did he really come off as someone that cruel? He needed to work on himself.

“I knows they ams not pretty…liker det du er vant til med damene.” Toki half shrugged, eyelids growing heavy as he yawned through another non-comprehensive response of Norwegian and English. He was ready to pass out.

“Tokis…I doesn’t cares bout dat…I just likes…to bes with you.” Skwisgaar admitted, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his chest. Finally he got that out.

“I likes to bes with you too, Skwisgaar.” Toki smiled warmly, eyes still closed.

Skwisgaar was relieved Toki was so out of it otherwise he might bring up the fact his face was red and that he was being nice instead of throwing insults.

“I thinks I just falls asleep here…good nights.” Toki yawned, voice muffled by the way his face was smashed against the couch. He rolled onto his stomach and nuzzled his head into the cushions. Despite being so muscular, he looked so small and fragile, like a young boy rather than a man. It was disturbingly sad and made Skwisgaar swallow a lump in his throat he didn’t know was there. He squeezed Toki’s hand, waiting until he’d fallen asleep to press a soft kiss to it. The older man didn’t know where all of this sudden gentleness had come from, so he just blamed it on the alcohol, not wanting to admit how he felt. He could make out faint scarring on the other man’s hand, his eyes scanning Toki’s scarred shoulders, the worst spot being his back. His gaze wandered from there and to his friend’s upper biceps that were also littered with nasty scars. Skwisgaar had obviously seen the scars before, but he’d never paid much attention to them or questioned why they were there were there; he’d never really bothered to look at them this closely or cared to. He instantly felt like shit for being so angry at Toki lately. He wondered how many years' worth of scars there were. They were deep and harsh, like they were meant to inflict torturous amounts of pain, to disfigure him, make him feel worthless and ugly. The scars appeared as though they’d never fade, and they probably wouldn’t. Skwisgaar swallowed again, feeling nauseated, trying to adjust to the sickening feeling in his stomach when he recalled the recent trip to Norway. No wonder Toki had been drinking. He was glad Toki’s fucking dad was dead, though he’d never say it out loud. Skwisgaar gently reached up and rested his free hand on Toki’s back, fighting back the urge to rip his arm away because he was so uncomfortable showing affection and physical contact outside of sex made him cringe, but he fought through the urge and stroked Toki’s back, slender fingers tracing over the rugged scars that Toki was ashamed of. He finally sat on the floor, listening to the other snore faintly, praying he didn’t eventually puke on him or that the rest of the band didn’t see this. Didn’t see him this way.

“Good nights, Toki…I stays right here.”

[ladywartooth42]

Yay, my OC gallery is almost up! I have a couple of pictures that were too big, so I have to resize them to include them. Very NSFW!! Credit to the artists are given in the picture descriptions. Link under the cut!

Syng and Toki being in love 😍🥰

[montimer]

Hi im Montimer/Monty. I'll write and maybe post art (plus i post edits on tt). I go by he/them. Requests are more than welcome. Here are some rules:

I do :

Gn/male reader

Angst

Comfort/fluff

Headcanons

Platonic/romantic hc

Oneshot

Gore

Lgbtq+ reader (bi,trans etc)

Smut (mostly hc's)

I don't do:

CharacterxCharacter

Stuff like homophobia,racism, r3pe etc..

So bad stuff basically

Female reader

Pregnant reader

Characters i write for:

Joker (heres the list)

Spiderman (comic, animated series)

Deadpool (comic, animated series, movie)

Spawn(animated series,comic)

Bane (comic, animated)

Toki Wartooth (metalocalypse)

The mask (animated series/movie)

And other characters that i will write if i have motivation/in mood.

I will update this if needed

Requests are open!

[pedropascallme]

Can you write a smut one shot of Toki from Metalocalypse having sex for the first time with a serious girlfriend he loves? Thanks!

AN: Sorry this took so long <3 This is my first time writing for Toki, and despite all the grammatical irregularities he uses I really enjoyed writing this!! I hope you like it, too.

“You ams’so pretty.” Toki mumbled, still half asleep, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face as you stirred. You blinked your eyes open and smiled at him, taking in how beautiful he looked with his hair messy from sleep, his baby blue eyes still hooded and semi-hidden by his eyelids.

“You’re delirious from lack of sleep,” you shifted yourself further towards him, laying your head on his chest and cupping his face in your free hand, “I’m hungover and I need to wash my face.” He smiled down at you and kissed the fingers that had strayed slightly from his cheek and grazed over his lips.

“Nos,” he put on his serious voice, “you ams pretty. And you should stays with Toki in beds all days.” He wrapped both arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You smiled wider into him, musing on his sweet words and broken English. You had learned—fairly quickly—that no matter how many times by how many people Toki was corrected, he would always use the verbiage and grammar he felt was correct. He was proud to have come this far, and you recognized how hard it was for him to have learned English in the first place after growing up so isolated, so you and everybody else he interacted with (save for Skwisgaar) let him speak how he wanted to. Still, you found it humorous, albeit endearing, how he made so many alterations to the language.

“I’ll stay in bed with you.” You sighed, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink against him and the mattress. “You’ll get bored pretty quickly, though.”

“We can finds somethings to dos.” Toki rubbed a thumb over the arm you had draped over his stomach.

“Mm? In bed?” You felt yourself falling back asleep.

“I…hmm…” Toki tried to find the proper phrasing for his intentions. “I wants to have sex withs you.” It came out far less smooth than he had hoped. Your eyes popped open, partially due to the unexpected forwardness of his words, and partially due to the combination of excitement and nerves that began to bubble up. All you could do was stare at him, a shocked grin on your face and your eyes wide. “You don’t wants—”

“No! I mean, yes! I—Toki. Of course I want to have sex with you.” You stumbled over your words.

“We don’t have tos. We can builds a new model airplanes. I just gots a Tu-144!” He sat up slightly, jostling you before you managed to pull him back down, hoisting yourself up to be face-to-face with him.

“Toki, I want to have sex with you.” You scanned his face, looking for signs of…anything. He stared at you before shooting you a shy smile.

“I don’t wants you to feels pressure-reds.”

“You’ve waited this long to ask,” you reassured him, “and I’ve waited this long to answer.”

“You ams not—you amsn’t a groupie, you know.”

“I tried to be.” You joked, thinking back on the day you met Toki, how he had led you to his room after a concert and all the two of you had done was talk all night, sitting criss-cross on the bed that you were now lying in a state of partial undress next to him in. Even then, some number of months ago, you knew there had been a reason that he had always been your favorite Dethklok member. “I know I’m not.”

He seemed to relax slightly at your acknowledgment of the fact that this situation was entirely different to that of a band member fraternizing with a groupie; this had never been a one-off thing. He’d been calling you his girlfriend since a week or two after that first night. And you loved it. You loved him.

He moved to kiss you, moving his body just enough to ensure he was completely underneath you, and you, in turn, straddled him and planted your legs on either side of his body, deepening the kiss. He pulled away suddenly to look up at you.

“I loves you.” He whispered, and you felt the atmosphere in the room change; this was serious. It was all real.

“I love you, too.” You whispered back, leaning down again to capture his lips once more. You both smiled into the kiss, utterly enraptured by one another. Toki was yours, and you were his, and you were so deeply grateful you had managed to get tickets to see the band play live all those months ago.

“What—how does you wants to—?” Toki spoke between heated kisses.

“My—on my back.” He flipped you over, long hair falling in his face when he looked down at you splayed out for him. You laughed, reaching up to move the long strands out of his way and tucking them behind his ear as he had done for you earlier that morning.

“Wow-ee…”

“Toki.”

“Mm?”

“Our clothes.”

“Oh!” He clumsily shed himself of his pajama bottoms while you stretched your torso to make it easier to remove your shirt and underwear. The clothes were strewn somewhere off in a corner of the bedroom, and you refocused your attention on Toki. You felt him, hard, rubbing against your core, and the vague friction it created already had you on edge; you had both waited so long to ensure your first time was comfortable, longed for and not rushed into. At this point you were about 85% sure you could cum from him touching any part of your naked body.

“Can—I wanna taste you.” You reached up for him but he gently captured your wrists in his hands.

“Nots now,” he placed your hands at your side, “Needs to—please, just needs to fucks you.” He was halfway to begging as his cock throbbed against you.

“Yes. Please, Toki, yes.” You gave him the go-ahead. He lined himself up with your admittedly dripping cunt, and you were almost embarrassed by how easily turned on you had become—though the rational part of your brain reminded you that it was a good thing. He pushed his hips into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the feel and stretch of his cock inside of you. You let out small gasps as he sunk into you, finally bottoming out and staying still. He breathed heavily, and you could barely breathe at all; you felt so full—so complete with him buried inside of you like this. You knew that both of you were plenty experienced in this respect—sex was a natural part of life for him as a major celebrity, and you had experienced the occasional dry spell, but Toki was hardly your first. You also knew it was different now, with each other: this was genuine, full of love and mutual respect.

“Move, Toki. You can move, please.” You didn’t have to tell him twice; he slowly brought himself back, nearly pulling his cock out of you entirely, before pushing himself back in. You pulled him down, now chest-to-chest and moaning in each other’s ears. He sped up, relishing in the way your pussy swallowed him with each thrust of his hips. You could only make pathetic noises, mostly gibberish that sounded almost like his name before you managed to regain an inkling of composure to say it properly. You reached a hand down to rub against your clit, and Toki pushed it away to replace your fingers with his.

“So goods.” He moaned, screwing his eyes shut as he began to move at an even faster pace. You felt the knot in your stomach slowly tighten, before it completely came undone and you were cumming underneath him, all over his cock.

“I love you, Toki.” You were whisper-shouting, lost somewhere in the bliss he had created for you. “I love you so much.”

“I loves you so much,” he panted, thrusts getting sloppy, “wants to shows you all the times how much I loves you.”

“Show me.” You whispered, looking up at him beneath your lashes and bringing your hands to wrap around his neck. He pulled out, grinding himself against your lower stomach before finishing across your stomach and chest with a loud groan. He collapsed on top of you, and the two of you remained, sweaty and sticky and breathless in bed, for a while, whispering sweet nothings to each other and both tracing shapes on the other’s skin.

“I knows I said I wants tos stay in beds all days,” Toki spoke up, “but this ams sticky.” He motioned to his spend, which now coated both of you from the chest down.

“Shower with me.” You mumbled, twirling your fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp with your fingertips. He grinned, sitting up and arranging you in his arms bridal style to carry you to the bathroom.

“I loves you.” Picking you up, he whispered the words into the top of your head.

“I love you, too.”

[tokiwarcube]

As above

Each word that drips from his mouth is ecstasy, commands flowing like a rich gold river and filling you with a deep sense of satisfaction when you listen and follow his orders. It's reflexive, unquestioning.

Well trained and eager to please -- exactly how he wants you.

Or, in which you learn the skill of patience.

Toki Wartooth/Reader (AFAB, GN)

Dom! Toki, Hair Pulling (R), Facials (R), Light Degradation (R) Established Relationship. <1k, It's a short drabble, but one of my favorites thus far <3 This is just pure smut though, reader beware.

Patience is a virtue, you tell yourself. You tell yourself this over and over again, even as the wetness between your legs clouds your thoughts, even as the heat becomes sweltering — patience is a virtue. You drop your eyes, tracing the line of dark brown hair that trails down your lover’s abdomen, just barely visible with how rapidly he works himself. His thick thighs cage you in against the cotton sheets as he straddles your chest, well-defined arms flexing with exertion as he feverishly brings his hand up and down his cock; up and down, over and over again — a pause for the briefest of moments as a bead of precum beads at the head, dribbling temptingly down the shaft, before being swept along his length again. Up, and down. Patience, you tell yourself.

He must feel your eyes wandering, because soon after your gaze dips, Toki’s taking your jaw between his thumb and index, tilting your head to meet his eyes again. His lips quirk upward when you meet his gaze, almost mockingly, and it’s only then that you realize how your mouth is parted. How needy you must look, trapped beneath him like this. You flush with embarrassment at the realization, but then he drops the hand guiding you in an unspoken command to stay, and all thoughts die in your head. Stay. Patience.

And you’re grateful for it, as he rewards you soon after by running the pad of his thumb across your extended tongue. You close your mouth over the digit, sucking almost instinctively, and coaxing a low groan in his chest in response. “Eager sluts, amnst you?”

You whine needily in turn, and he scoffs, amused. With each passing second you find yourself less ashamed at the desperation you exude, and more eager to please. He indulges you for a moment longer before pulling his digit from your mouth, and while part of you wants to cry out at the loss, you’re not left wanting for long. He grabs his cock lower to the base, bouncing it gently in front of your waiting mouth, before leaning forward on his knees.

“Lick.”

A spark of electricity shoots through your body at the command, leaning forward eagerly to take him into your mouth, only to be roughly grabbed by the hair. He shakes his head firmly as the pain guides you back down against the pillows.

“Not suck,” he says, “lick.”

You suppress the cry of disappointment that bubbles in your chest — so close, and yet, so far. But then he bounces his cock in front of you yet again, cockhead flushed dark, and you obediently extend your tongue to lap at the head. You pant at the taste of precum on your tongue, lathing over as much of his cock as he’ll allow. Your eyes meet as you work your tongue over him, ice-blue eyes watching your descent into hedonism enthusiastically. His grip in your hair loosens, but you don’t move further, grateful for what he allows. It’s the right decision, as after a moment of pause, he smooths over your hair lovingly — praising.

“Good,” he praises, leaning back on his haunches, just out of reach. “Now, thank me.”

“Thank you, Toki.”

The words come instinctually, and without thinking — you weren’t waiting to be told. You were only waiting to respond.

Well-trained. Eager to please.

Exactly how he wants you.

He smiles, returning his hand to the head of his cock, twisting his grip around the head, and swiping back down to the base. “Good,” he repeats, only this time breathier as he resumes pumping himself. His breath deepens, blue-eyes-turned-black turning even darker as they roam your face. Heat continues to pool between your thighs, and your untouched pussy clenches mindlessly around nothing — your body is on fire with ecstatic want, and yet there’s only one thing you can think about. His long brown hair bounces with the movement when he returns to his feverish pace, and you feel your excitement grow as he starts to groan low in his chest.

“Gods, you’re fuckings desperate, amnst you? All mine?”

His hand moves to wrench you back yet again, not in reprimand, but in preparation. The sting of pain fades almost immediately with the knowledge that he’s close. His voice drops, breathing more rapid, eyes darting around your face. Watching.

“All for Tokis.”

You nod eagerly, extending your tongue readily, and he groans. He’s close, so close, you know he is. This time his voice pitches up, breathy. Close, close, close—

“Only Tokis.”

Hot splatters of cum hits your face as his hips buck forward, and you both cry out in euphoric union — you extend your tongue just a bit further in attempt to catch the last few ropes that dribble from his twitching cock, but only minimally succeed with the tight grip he has on your hair. He rides himself through the orgasm, slowly pumping his cock until he bucks in sensitivity, and then dropping his hand to the bedspread. His chest heaves with exertion, and obediently, you look up to meet his gaze in full once more. Red-faced and slack jawed, he swallows as he takes in your wrecked form — despite the depravity of the scene, glimmering ropes of white dripping down your face as he towers above you, there’s nothing but love in his eyes. His dick twitches in your peripheral when your eyes meet, and it’s then that you finally swallow the cum that pools in your mouth. He groans, voice faltering at the sight.

“What does we says?”

“Thank you, Toki.”

[sneakyfordethklok]

So I wrote out an absolutely fucking MONSTROUS fic out of sheer need to write. I did not at all intend for it to be this insanely long, but it's 14 pages, 5200+ words, and a lot of smut that's slowly paced.

Meet Cute

MINORS DNI

Content: trans masc (he/him) reader, plus sized reader, pre-transition reader, first time meeting, love/lust at first sight, rough, praise k1nk, k1nk exploration, sweet/hot, long shot, hair pulling, body hair, obsession, body worship

TW: body dysphoria / dysmorphia, negative self talk, Murderface doing a bass solo

Bonus: Toki Wartooth being a little sweetie pie and wanting dyed hair

[vivicheri]

Things I Write (I’m new to Tumblr)

Yes:

Fluff/angst

Smut - 18+ only please!

HC’s - Yeah, I have a LOT of those!

Reader x character

OC x character

My self insert x character

character x character SOMETIMES cuz I don’t ship a lot of things that some people do

Characters I Write:

Toki Wartooth (Metalocalypse)

Skwisgaar Skwigelf (Metalocalypse)

Nathan Explosion (Metalocalypse)

All but a few MTL characters but those three are specialties.

Some Total Drama characters

This is all the characters I think I can do for now, however that could be subject to change!

And, I take requests but if it’s weird then yeah I won’t be doing that!

[xenogendersgalore]

Blog Introduction!

Hello lil ghouls! We’ve finally decided to try and write fics for the fun of it. This specific post will include;

Alter Introductions

Characters we write for

Taken anons (will change over time once we get more anons)

Rules / DNI stuff

01; Alter Introductions!

So since we are a pretty big system, there will be different alters to write different fics. That means there will be some changes in how people write. Here’s a lil introduction of the alters who will probably write on here! (We are a DID system)

Skully | Ageless | They / Xe / She / It / Static | Signs off with; - 🎞️

(Is most likely to proof read since they don’t like spelling errors / Tends to take longer while writing fics since xe is very precise / the one most likely to be writing a lot of the fics)

Jules | Ageless | It / She / They / He | Signs off with it’s name

(Adores writing for the slasher flicks / tends to forget to proof read so there may be a couple spelling mistakes / tends to write Headcanons more than full on fics)

Characters we write for!

Slashers!

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

- Bubba Sawyer

- Drayton Sawyer

- Nubbins Sawyer

- Chop Top Sawyer

- Thomas Hewitt

- Sheriff Hoyt

Halloween

- RZ Michael

- Michael in general

Bowers Gang - It

- Patrick Hocksetter

- Belch Huggins

- Henry Bowers

- Victor “Vic” Criss

House Of Wax

- Bo Sinclair

- Vincent Sinclair

- Lester Sinclair

The Lost Boys

- Marko

- Dwayne

- David

- Paul

- Michael Emerson

Scream

- Billy Loomis

- Stu Macher

- Randy Meeks

Sometimes They Come Back

- Richard Lawson

- Vinnie Vincent

- David North

Misc Horror Characters

- Billy Lenz / Black Christmas

- Brahms Heelshire / The Boy

- Chromeskull / Laid To Rest

- Asa Emory / The Collector

- Norman Bates / Psycho

- Jack Torrance / The Shining

- Doomhead / 31

- Rusty Nail / Joyride

- Harry Warden / My Bloody Valentine

- Jason Voorhees / Friday The 13th

- Jeepers Creepers

- Hush “The Man”

Slenderverse!

Creepypasta

- Jeff The Killer

- Ben Drowned

- Eyeless Jack

- Homicidal Liu

- Ticci Toby

- Jason The Toymaker

- Laughing Jack

- Glitchy Red

- Lost Silver

- Bloody Painter

- X - Virus

Marble Hornets

- Tim

- Brian

- Jay

- Alex

- Masky

- Hoody

- Skully

EverymanHYBRID

- Evan

- Jeff

- Vincent

- Habit

TribeTwelve (We Don’t Support Adam Rosner!!)

- The Observer

- Firebrand

- Noah Maxwell

Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2!

- John “Soap” MacTavish

- Captain Price

- Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

- Gary "Roach" Sanderson

- Phillip Graves

- König

- Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

Metalocalypse

- Nathan Explosion

- Toki Wartooth

- Skwisgaar Skwigelf

- Pickles

- William Murderface

- Charles Foster Offdensen

Taken Anons!

None currently but will be listed if we get some!

Rules / DNI Stuff!

DNI Stuff!

- System Fakeclaimers!

- Homophobes

- Basic DNI criteria’s

- Haters In General

Rules!

- Only send requests to ask box plz! (We won’t get upset if you slip up tho)

- No heavy gore

- No NSFW things

- No suicide, racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, zoophilic type stuff, pedo stuff, grooming, anything like that, no smut at all!!

Blog will be updated if there are new characters we like!

[pierrotsmoon]

<3

I'm J, and I'm a minor, I write on Ao3 as PierrotJester.

General:

Be nice 

Have manners, be polite

I have a life outside of this, know that I cannot always immediately respond

I will not tolerate spoilers, I will block you

I reserve the right to delete asks I feel I cannot do for you, do not take it personally

Do not ask personal questions

I do not support JKR

I do not own the characters I am writing for

Will write:

Female reader (personal reasons)

Fluff

Mild blood

Sickness

Won't write:

Male reader (i have no experience being male)

Angst

Smut

Bigotry

p*do, be@stiaity, inc3st,non-c0n, morally wrong things like that

character x character

character x OC 

On to the fun stuff!

Fandoms I will write for:

Creepypasta

Marble Hornets

EMH

Gotham (tv)

DC Comics

MCU

Sandman (both netflix and comics!)

Ragnarok

Re-Animator

Metalocalypse (warning: I know little lol)

Marauders 

Lost Boys (1987)

Twisted Wonderland

My Babysitters a Vampire

Repo the Genetic Opera

The Boy (Brahms Heelshire)

Black Christmas (1974)

Characters I will be delighted to write for:

Tim Wright

Edward Nygma (pre and post riddler)

Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane)

Victor Zsasz

Klarion the Witch Boy

Loki

Remiel

Duma

Wanda

Barbie

Desire

Laurits Seier

Magne Seier

Herbert West

Toki Wartooth

Sebek Zigvolt

DM me about my preferences for specific characters.

masterlist is on my previous account, find it in my bio

[findyourrp]

❤️

About Me:

My name is Dex. I’m 18 years old. I’m an afab trans male. I DNI with anyone (when it comes to roleplay) who is 17 and under. I prefer doing semi lit roleplays, but I can do something with a length that’s up to novella/advanced if need be. Please don’t pressure me to do that, though. NSFW preferred and only not required if I like you. I only roleplay through Tumblr and Pinterest.

Partner Requirements:

I need my roleplay partner to be 18 and above.

Fandom:

I want to do a Metalocalypse roleplay.

Pairings and Ships:

I only do mxm roleplays. I’d love to do one with Nathan Explosion and Pickles the Drummer, Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth, Toki Wartooth and Nathan Explosion, Charles Foster Offdensen and Nathan Explosion, Charles Foster Offdensen and Pickles the Drummer, or any other ships with those characters. I’m also willing to do pairings with the character Magnus Hammersmith. Polycules are allowed but not preferred.

Genres and Tropes:

Romance, dark romance, action, angst, and fluff are allowed. If our roleplay is NSFW, there has to be loads of it. Not enough to bog down the storyline, but enough to feed my smut addiction.

like & asker will find you !

[g0dforb1d]

i forgot i had toki wartooth smut to write