#toki x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~he can't sleep most nights because of his past trauma. some nights he just stays laying on his side staring at one of his bedroom walls while wondering what things would be like if he never experienced what he did.

~he has nerve damage along his back due to the scars from his father's abuse, some nights he can't feel anything that touches his back and others he feels sudden stings and sharp pains.

~he always falls asleep with his Deaddy bear, if he doesn't have it he will not sleep. He also enjoys soft blankets and pillows (poor guy deserves comfort).

~there are two things that happen on nights where he does sleep. One, he has a night terror that he wakes up from–usually leading to him staying up the next night. And two, he has a regular dream–if it's a pleasant one, he sleeps well.

~he sometimes cries over little things, using his Deaddy bear as something to ground him. (much like myself.)

~he has some religious trauma from his childhood that he refuses to talk about, he still feels like he'll go to hell. He fears that if he speaks up about his fear–the ground would open up and swallow him whole, even if he didn't exactly do anything to deserve it.

~he craves warm hands, and the comfort that comes with them. But he is afraid of pushing anyone away just because he holds so much love within his heart.

~more than once he has zoned out and found himself somewhere else after snapping out of it.

~He doesn't remember a lot from his childhood, maybe that's for the better. But he does remember the way the air was stale in his punishment hole, the way his straw clown felt so textured underneath his calloused fingertips.

SKWISGAAR

similarly to pickles hes also very physically affectionate- albeit a lot of the times its in a more lustful way. sure he knows relationship require something more tender, its a bit of a learning process for him you know?

he... also kind of realizes hes like you in a way. sure he loves when you touch up on him and cling onto him in bed or when you guys are just standing around... but theres always this feeling of discomfort in the back of his throat that he pushes back... eventually has his own moment of realization

sweet moment where the two of you go over that and you help guide him through it because he truly doesnt know how to put it into words, and you both memorize what the other person likes!

no worries of him clinging onto you in your sleep- he sleeps like a corpse and doesnt really move around or reach out

TOKI

looooves clinging onto you whenever he gets the chance so hes a little distraught when you explain that youre not always into that- but hes ultimately going to either shift into something more comfortable for you or outright drop it

cuddles into his deaddy bear to make up for the lack of cuddles between the two of you when you sleep together... you... actually get matching bears, its nice- something for the two of you to share together

“Hellos—!” Toki walked into Mordhaus and you all but tackled him, the weight of his body absorbing the force of your impact and his tall frame swaying slightly as you wrapped yourself around your boyfriend.

“Hi.” You whispered into his hair, giggling when he picked you up bridal style and placed kisses on your nose.

“I missed yous.” Toki breathed between kisses.

“Missed you so much, Toki.” You rested your head against his shoulder, looking up at his features—from the awkward angle, he still looked beautiful.

“It ams like she don’t even recogniskes the rests of us.” You heard a smooth, accented voice mutter from behind Toki, and the rest of Dethklok slowly filed into the room.

“I missed you, too, Skwisgaar.” You smiled at him from your place in Toki’s arms, and he rolled his eyes, the faint trace of a smile on his lips.

You wanted to catch up with everybody—really, you did; you’d been so unbearably bored over the course of their tour. As wonderful as it would’ve been to accompany the band, you had responsibilities that needed tending to at home. Not everybody was lucky enough to be a globally worshipped celebrity, waited on hand and foot—despite the offers you had received from klokateers to assist you (mostly due to Toki’s demands that they treat you as if you were in the band yourself) you couldn’t in good conscience allow someone else to do your work for you.

So, you had worked yourself to the bone while Toki was gone, counting down the days until he got back, and though you had missed everybody’s presence, it was Toki you needed to hear from most right now, and it was him you needed to provide your undivided attention to.

When you had exchanged hellos—a hug from Pickles, a grunt from Murderface, etc.—and casual small talk, it was hard to concentrate on anything but the way Toki’s hands felt on your skin, how his fingers, calloused from playing, ran over your waist, and the way his nose nudged your temple when he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

Obviously a little sick of each other after months spent together in the dethbus, it wasn’t long until everybody went their separate ways. Toki, still holding you, carried you into his bedroom and quickly shut the door behind him, grumbling about how he thought he’d “never gets off that stupid bus.”

He put you down gently, turning to lock the door, and when he looked back in your direction you couldn’t help but fling yourself at him once more—now much more passionate and sensual in the privacy his room allowed. You grabbed his face to pull him down to eye level, wrapping an arm around his neck when he leaned forward to deepen the kiss. Your other hand gripped at the fabric of his shirt, before sliding it down to go under the hem and feel the warm skin of his abs. He smiled into the kiss, before sliding his tongue into your mouth. He gripped you by the waist and hauled you over to his bed—for someone so kind and with such a childlike sense of wonder, it always surprised you when Toki displayed feats of strength. You fell back, letting him flatten himself on top of you.

“Thought abouts you every days,” Toki sucked bruises onto your neck, eager to reclaim his ownership over you after so long, “beautiskful girl.”

You moaned, arching your back slightly, head craning back to allow Toki more access to your neck. “Your beautiful girl,” you let out a breathy moan, “all for you, Toki.”

He let out a soft growl, moving down to reach a hand under your shirt and gently squeeze your breasts. You sat up slightly, removing the shirt and pawing at his chest to indicate that it was his turn to strip. He made quick work of it, tossing the shirt over his shoulder and undoing the zipper of his jeans. He leaned back over you to lick gentle shapes over your stomach, the frenzy he felt before subsiding slightly into the urge to make you feel good. You feathered your fingers through his hair, jumping slightly when he sucked on a more ticklish spot just under your ribs.

“Toki…” Your eyes were closed, enjoying the wet feel of his tongue on your flesh.

“Mm?” Toki didn’t look up, still tracing your body with his mouth.

“Need more.”

He pushed himself up on his forearms, looking up at you from his position hovering over your stomach. “More whats?”

“Your mouth. Please?” You asked, eyes open now under heavy lids.

He couldn’t deny such a request, already working to rid you of your trousers. He tapped your hip to silently ask for you to lift yourself up, and he pulled down the remaining fabric on your body in one motion. Almost immediately, he was back on you, not wasting time with further foreplay and diving into your waiting core. You squealed and pulled on his hair, earning a moan in response, the vibrations traveling through your body.

“Tastes good—missed eatings your pretty pussy.” Toki licked a stripe up your entrance to your clit, sucking on the bud. You melted into the mattress, hips bucking into his mouth gently when he repeated the motion before fucking into you with his tongue.

“I’m gonna cum, Toki.” You whined under him, hips squirming with every swipe of his tongue over you, growing close to your climax and feeling your sensitivity spike. He went absolutely wild upon hearing your words, as if the situation were life-or-death, his only hope of survival tasting your cum; he licked up into you, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking rhythmically, creating a pulse effect that had you twisting your hands into the sheets. You let out a shrill scream of his name, coating his chin in your wet.

He licked his lips when he came up from between your legs, wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples now. You wiggled, gasping softly.

“Let me—can I go down on you?” You rubbed the back of his neck, watching him lick a circle around your erect nipple.

“Laters,” Toki kissed the canyon between your breasts, “needs all of you nows. Needs you on my cock.”

You almost argued, almost told him that he could feel your mouth on his cock, but then you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your hole, the slick he had drawn from you coating him as he gently pushed into you. You threw your head back with such intensity that it lifted your chest from the mattress, back arched, and Toki used it as an opportunity to kiss over the bruises he had given you earlier.

“So goods,” he panted, “I loves you so much.”

“I love you so much.” You repeated back to him, head foggy with the pleasure he was giving you; you felt the way he pressed into your clit just right with every thrust, grinding into you in a way that heightened the pleasure, making your head swim. He reached between your bodies and replaced the gentle pressure his hips were giving your clit with harder motions from his fingers.

“Never—I’ll never leaves agains,” he promised, voice getting breathier as he neared his own high. “Never leaves you that longs agains.”

You pulled him to your mouth, locking lips again and tasting the desperation and love on each other. He sped up his thrusts, and you cried out when he began to repeatedly push against the spot that made you see stars.

“Cum with me—please, please cum with me.” You pleaded, needing to feel how he throbbed when he emptied himself inside your aching cunt.

You didn’t have to wait long, Toki buried his face into your neck and slammed himself down into you, eager to fill you up and to feel you squeeze his cock when you came around him. His finger left your clit again and he replaced it with his thumb, pressing hard. After a particularly deep thrust, you were clenching down on him, and that was all it took for him to reach his peak; you both let out long sighs of pleasure, whispering each other’s names while his cock twitched deep inside of you, painting you with his load, the combination of your juices dripping between your thighs.

You stayed huddled into each other, trying to remember how to breathe. Toki reached a hand up to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over you and admiring the flush that had spread across your face.

“I missed you so much.” You repeated the statement to him once more, body feeling heavy and light all at once.

“I never wants to leaves you,” Toki whispered, “loves you more than anyskthing.”

You turned to kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away. “You always come back, though. That’s all that matters.”

“Next time,” Toki kissed your jaw, “you comes withs me.”

You perked up, flattered that he’d want you around for a tour. “You want me to come?”

“Of course,” he stared at you as if it were obvious, “wants you withs me alsways.”