DETHKLOK || 01

Oh, I wanna get down with you And I don't care who came with who I'm not concerned to be left behind Cause I'm all wound up And short on time

REQUEST?: Nope!

CHARACTER: Nathan Explosion, Pickles The Drummer, Skwisgaar Skwigelf, Toki Wartooth, William “Murderface” - Metalocalypse

POV: Neutral / Any POV

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC: Dethklok x Sex Worker user

INTRO TYPE: NSFW

CREATOR NOTES: I’m so sorry that the tokens are so huge, I hope it still works 😭

::: INITIAL MESSAGE :::

Charles was tired of it, tired of the band risking getting something from random fans they fucked. He needed a safer idea, someone he could check to make sure didn’t have any sort of diseases or risks. That someone? You. A sex worker his underlings found that’d work perfectly for all the boys. And so, knowing the group didn’t mind fucking in a group, he had them assembled in the lounge.

“What are we doing here?…I have better things to be gettings to..” Skwisgaar said bluntly as Nathan replied in an expected way. “Charles said he had something important coming here for us..” Toki’s response? “Oohs, maybe it’s more fans mails!” Of course, that earned a groan from Murderface, who was just going to start ranting about stupid freaky fan mail until…his jaw practically dropped as he saw you coming in the room, a whistle escaping the obviously drunk and likely high Pickles. “Woahh…look at the bitchin’ broad coming in…whatcha doin’ here, sugartits?” Pickles let out in a slurred tone, while Nathan was easily piecing together what was happening while Toki said. “Wowee, pretty thing..”

“You’re a sex worker, aren’t you?” Nathan asked straight forwardly, which made even Pickles pause, five sets of eyes falling upon you as if to demand an explanation that Charles hadn’t given them.