#toki wartooth x male reader

[livingdeadmlm]

HEHHEEHHE

Dethklok seeing their partner after a long tour? :3 preferably fluff

Nathan

-Doing his vocals for so long when he gets home he’s just silent as to give his voice a rest

-He’s ready to nap on his bed with you

-When coming back from tours it’s the middle of the night so if you’re asleep he just flops in bed next to you and passes out

-if you’re awake he said hi that he missed you or whatever… can he have a hug?

-The lack of physical affection got to him he needs a hug and to hold you while he sleeps

-while on tours he asks for extra pillows so he can pretend it’s you with him

Pickles

-stumbles into your room he’s taking off his shirt pants and shoes to “let the boys breathe”

-he showers and holds onto you for a good 20 minutes

-he kisses all over your face and neck telling you stories about the tour

-orders some food and just wants to relax, catch up on any movies he asked you to record for him

-I like to think he takes photos while they’re all out so he shows you random videos and photos he took

Toki Wartooth

-Pretty much cried seeing you again

-long hug as he says how much he missed you and did you miss him? He had trouble sleeping without you next to him

-While out and about he got you little trinkets for the different countries they went too

-so he’s doing a little haul for you when he gets home

-asks if you recorded the shows and movies he asked for before he left

-spends the rest of the day with you catching up on the shows you two enjoy

Skwisgaar

-Tries his best to be nonchalant about being home

-he’s banking on you’ll run up to him and hug him and then he can just hold on to you

-whenever you do give him a hug he finally feels like he can relax

-he feels like he’s finally home in your arms

-complains about the things that went wrong during the concerts or at the hotels

-he asks if you can make him something to eat cause he hasn’t had a “real” meal in weeks

-no matter what it is he devours it in record time

-when you guys go to bed he’s out cold

[sakuralovespossums]

Fem Toki Wartooth x Fem Reader

For all my sapphics ❤️

Contains SFW and NSFW

She’s your sweet goofy built af gf 💕

Always wants to carry any heavy stuff your holding (she likes showing off her strength)

Although of course your what she loves carrying around the most!!!

You’re just walking along until she picks you up and twirls you around all giddy like your her favorite doll

No creep will ever try to hit on you when your Norwegian gf is there to scare them off

One time she snapped a guy’s arm during an arm wrestling contest

You love curling into her as you rest by her side (her muscles are like pillows)

Toki loves to tease you whenever she catches you gazing at her abs and muscles

“See somethings you likes, Kjæreste?”

Despite her strength and happy demeanor, just like her male counterpart, she needs lots of reassurance from you to help her self-confidence and traumas

Toki grew up under her family’s sexist teachings that left her with internalized misogyny and trauma that made her really insecure of herself. It wasn’t until she ran away from home and joined Deathklok that she slowly gained more confidence and began to dress less traditionally. Nowadays she’s a lot more comfortable with how she presents herself but still deals with lingering trauma

She still gets nightmares but your always there to comfort her

I imagine Toki also grew up having to do her “chores” while being on her period bcuz her family are pieces of shits, so she kinda got used to bearing through the pain. When you found out about this, you were mortified and had to help her see that it’s ok (and needed) to rest when your on your period and that it’s unhealthy/dangerous to push yourself like that

Despite being the more assertive one in the relationship, Toki also likes being pampered and treated like a princess by you

Just take her hand and kiss it and she’ll melt

You both go shopping together a lot and always try on whatever dresses you can find (and of course buy all of them. What? She’s a billionaire!!)

She blushes so hard and gets all shy from hearing your compliments of how stunning she looks in every outfit

She loves it when you massage her shoulders and back. She has a lot of strains and scars, so she appreciates you tending to them

I have this headcanon that Toki deals with chronic pain in his shoulders and back from years of harsh labor. Maybe he goes to a chiropractor every few weeks to treat them

Toki really wants to start a family with you some day! Whether by adoption or insemination, she doesn’t care!!

You share each others clothes and Toki just adores how her slightly larger shirt looks so loose on you makes her wanna tear it off and take you right there

NSFW

No matter the gender, Toki will ALWAYS be the dom

She def wears a strap on a lot of the time

Really gets off to hearing you call her mommy

Loves to torture you by eating you out for hours, only to stop just before you can reach your peak

“Only good girls gets to cums”

You better not try to touch yourself without her permission!!!

Toki’s boobs are so gorgeous and you love sucking and nibbling on them so much

Her fav position is any where your scissoring each other

Sometimes she’ll let you take over and you love watching her face as she comes undone beneath you. You love getting to take care of her

Translation: Kjæreste — Sweetheart

[pierrotsmoon]

<3

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

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[livingdeadmlm]

Photos with Dethklok 6/31

Pronouns: none use but its acknowledged reader is male or at least male presenting

Physical Sex: any!

How far are things going?: no more is mentioned then jerking off

Warnings: no murderface idc idc!. slight stalker-ish behavior to celebrities, some delusion on the reader's end, mentions of sex, and jerking off, slightly out of character cause this is self-indulgent.

What inspired me to write how I did: Dinner in America! the clip of it being revailed he is John Q and got off on the photos she sen made me so giddy I had to do something.

Outline: going through fanmail took forever, but when each band member plus Charles starts getting unique letters from a very passionate fan, they start to become obsessed with them and look forward to the photos and exciting letters.

Fan mail swarmed like a tidal wave, resulting from the men's highly sustained fame. The sheer volume of letters became an overwhelming mess to sort through each night. Large black bags filled to the brim sat in the center of the living room, and the bandmates typically gathered around, reading the letters aloud and bursting into laughter at the outrageous messages sent by countless fans. Women beg for a chance, and men send mixtapes of "The Next Big Thing." The occasional fan art came, though, which had its pile if the men liked their portrayal.

Recently, though, one member began to behave differently. He would quickly scan the bags with his name on them, his heart racing as he tucked one special letter under his arm or slipped it into his shirt before darting away. The lively laughter of his bandmates faded into the background, and he found himself alone with the red letter, his hands trembling as he held the damp, thick crimson paper. The first letter of yours he had opened was a nice surprise. A pleasant sent from the paper letter would fill the air, and the neat handwriting was palatable and easy to read, unlike the forced chicken scratch that often came through.

Toki

Toki tucked the red envelope into his shirt and mumbled that he had forgotten something in his room, his boots thudding against the stone and carpeted floor. He knew full well who his letter was from, which sent a jolt into his stomach. He always looked forward to your letters, and the fresh and woodsy smell of the letter sent a chill down his spine. He knew there was no way you were a woman with such perfume, but he had long gotten used to that idea as a small polaroid fell onto the floor next to his boot. Panicked, he grabbed the photo and ran into his room, slamming the door behind himself.

Reading your letter, he felt like he was on fire.

Good afternoon, Mr. Wartooth.

I hope all of my letters have reached you in perfect condition. I would be disappointed if any photos I sent were bent or damaged in the post office. Although you have never replied, you enjoy my letters. No one at my office believes I enjoy your music, as I rarely discuss my interests. However, nothing quite makes me smile like your performances. Watching you lose yourself on stage, I can't help but imagine pampering you every night, giving you massages to help relieve any soreness.

Your letters detailed how much you'd care for him in every way. He felt flushed as he finally turned the Polaroid over. Your satin black button-up reflected in the fluorescent light of what he assumed was your office.

Toki's hand mirrored yours in the photo, and he couldn't take his eyes off it. This was the fifth image you had sent of yourself, starkly contrasting to your earlier pictures of model planes that only showed your lap or hand. He imagined you in a closed-off office, cold and severe at work and home, dedicated to pleasing him. After concerts, you would take him in your arms, brushing his hair and giving him the kind of attention he had never received from a man before.

Nathan

Nathan cleared his throat loudly, struggling to find an excuse to leave. He simply yelled "restroom" as he exited the living room. The dark red envelope carried a scent of cloves and cinnamon, making his mouth water. His large hands nearly tore the envelope apart in his eagerness.

The first thing he looked at was the Polaroid. Your tongue piercing is a dark red ball matching the septum ring you had. He couldn't take his eyes off the sight of your shiny, soft-looking lips.

It was a top-down shot of you in a black pair of boxers and shirtless. His throat was dry seeing the nipple rings you detailed getting in your last letter when they were fresh and healing. The photo cut off around your eyes. He kept a small box with the pictures you'd sent him anytime he wanted something to jerk his drooling cock too.

He had plenty of groupies who'd give him their social security numbers so he could even look at them. But you, well, he had no clue who you were; he didn't understand the effort you put into these photos, but by God, did he hold them close. At every show, he tries to find you in the crowd. The man who's been mailing him Polaroids for months of himself in compromising positions.

It was like a big tease; you were throwing yourself at him, but he couldn't touch you. He couldn't feel the cool metal of your nipple rings against his tongue, feel the ball of your piercing against his cockhead. And it drives him crazy.

Hey Nathan

Just wanted to give an update to my body mods :P They hurt like a bitch, but it's worth it to imagine how good it's gonna feel tugging on them soon enough. I was told half a year, but I couldn't help but feel them up last meet and greet. What a thrill to be so close, and you had no clue, or maybe you did. Something tells me you didn't, seeing as you stared at my tongue-piercing and didn't say a word. Maybe next time, I'll roll up shirtless and give you an up-close look.

Skwisgaar

Skwisgaar slipped away from the group, not needing to say an excuse, hiding behind his usual disinterested demeanor. He carefully opened the red envelope; he had a collection going and wanted to keep it in excellent condition. The smell of deep florals and pine-filled his senses, making it hard to get on the spot, as the familiar smell did.

He has plenty of letters and nude photos from fans, but yours was a tease. He didn't see any skin from you. Just you speaking like he's a pen pal. Your Polaroids were just you in traditional feminine clothing in your home, writing about your cleaning tips and cooking ideas like a housewife from 1950.

Your letter about making a pie for Christmas included a photo of you holding a beautiful pie in a red velvety square-neckline dress, frilly red apron, and white oven mitts. Your face was cut off at the lips, where he noticed a deep red color. It was now June, and that photo still popped into his mind as something that would take him over the edge.

He'd find a few women dressed as you did, but it never scratched the itch properly. There was no build-up with fans he met with. Seeing your chest in the square neckline was the most you'd given him since mailing him letters over a year ago.

Happy holidays, Skwisgaar!

I'm working on a new way to make apple pies. I heard soaking the apples helps them not shrink, and it's worked! The pie came out very full, and the apples didn't shrink. It should be a much more filling pie. I'm in charge of the main dish and dessert at my next holiday party; I'm thinking of a roasted chicken but more like pollo asado. I'll send photos if I make that! Do you all get fed well over there for the holidays? I would like to mail my famous mashed potatoes recipe! It goes with anything.

Pickles

Pickles hid his letter inside his dark grey shirt. The corners of the envelope poked his stomach, and he pretended to have a hangover as he stumbled away. He softly hissed as the letter jabbed him on his way to his room.

Finally landing on his bed, he tore the note open, holding a piece up and taking a deep inhale of the black leather sent with a woody undertone to it. You had two polaroids within the envelope. One he turned to look at immediately to see a photo of your shirtless bulge clear through your jock strap.

Pickels bit at his lips as he eagerly began to read the letter you had left him.

Hey Pickles,

My workouts have been pushing me, and I'm seeing impressive changes in my physique. One of my ultimate goals is to become a Klokateer. Picture this: You'd have a man twice your size doing anything you want. I'd be at your beck and call 24/7. Just imagine feeling my biceps—they're growing so much that they might be twice the size of your head. A big buff guy, you get to boss around. Sounds like a dream job for me.

I can't resist the idea of you bossing me around because you like it. Do you feel the same way? We'll find out if I make it in.

Pickles peaked at the other Polaroid. Seeing it being a photo of you flexing your large arms and pecs on display, he desired he could get his hands on them. It was no secret that Pickles was the smallest in the group; the concept of such a large man being willing and wanting him to take command and dominate him made Pickles throb.

Charles

"Aw, mans, what the shits! Charles this is yous letter nots mines!" Toki held out the red envelope to Charles. Charles tucked the letter into his suit pocket, offering to order food for the band to keep them from asking too many questions. Hook, line, and sinker, they fell for it. After leaving to make the phone call, he walked down the hallway to his office, only opening the letter once he was seated in his desk chair with the blinds drawn.

Pulling his chair into his desk, Charles used a letter opener to cut through the thick paper. The tear was silent as it released the smell of vanilla and musk. He had already found the colone you were using on the internet and gotten a bottle for himself, but nothing compared to how it came in the letter. He inhaled the smell, and Charles accidentally placebo himself when it came to the scent, so he had almost immodestly popped a boner.

He groaned at the stiffness, pants feeling so tight because he knew what was to come. Unfolding the letter, three photos fell out as he focused on your written word.

Hello Mr. Offdensen,

I may not know how many letters you receive, but I can't help but express my admiration for you. You are a true hidden gem in the band. An undeniable spark ignites within me when you spring into action whenever things go awry. Watching you in the background during interviews or events is like witnessing a masterpiece unfold. Your presence adds a sense of order to their work. I worked at a venue where they performed, and I had to take many breaks after you spoke to me about the arrangements. I couldn't stop thinking about how desperately I wanted to give you a break and any release. I imagine a man like yourself comes home and wants to be taken care of, and I can do that, Charles; if you need me bent over a desk or tied down, exhaust it out of you. Have my address. <3

Charles did well enough to keep his private life private. Still, after getting a taste of it, he allowed himself to act out of character and fantasize about it. When he checked the clear photos you sent, he discovered your offer was very literal. He picked up the one printed image, and it was just as you had offered, bent over a desk, pants undone but not pulled down fully; your hands seemed to be bound together, but your head was against the desk.

One Polaroid was a picture of a few toys you had, all matching the aesthetic of your room he could see in the background. The third photo was your hand covering your sex in a deep red pair of lingerie, your mouth slightly opened. Pulling a manila file from his desk drawer, dumping the remaining photos out to take a quick peek at the growing collection he now had. he hummed, gathering them together to spend more time with later in the night.