#Corey Taylor smut

[jimsbeetroot]

Hello dear! how are you? hope ok <3 i really love your writing and would love to ask you for a smut request (only if you want) i would like it to be an imagine of joey finding y/n masturbating and moaning his name, only if you want you can add sex rough and maybe degradation. take your time <3 please and thank you 💗

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

love this! thank you for the request!!

warnings! smut, smut and very much smut! rough sex! degradation, punishment, fingering and so much more

summary; joey teaches reader a lesson for thinking she could do better than him

words; 1569

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IT WAS LATE, and the house was too quiet. Joey wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but you couldn’t wait any longer. The need had been building all day, a slow, simmering burn that you’d tried to ignore, but it was impossible to deny. Your body ached with longing, a desire that only he could satisfy, but he wasn’t here.

Your fingers itched to touch, to find some relief, and before you knew it, you were naked on your bed, your hand between your legs, searching for the pleasure, the one only he could give you.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of Joey—his hands, his mouth, the way he commanded every inch of your body when you were together.

Your fingers moved in desperate strokes, slick with arousal, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped from your lips, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Joey,” you whispered, the sound of it spurring you on as you dipped your fingers deeper, chasing the release that teased at the edges of your consciousness. Your back arched off the mattress, your breath hitching as you imagined him here, hovering over you, his intense eyes locked on yours, his voice rough and possessive as he told you how much he wanted you.

But no matter how much you tried, no matter how fast or slow your fingers moved, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. Your frustration grew, a whimper of desperation escaping your lips. You needed him. God, you needed him so badly.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door open, didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. All you could focus on was the growing ache between your thighs, the pressure building, and how close you were—so close—when suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of your desire like a knife.

“Enjoying yourself, kitten?”

Your eyes flew open, heart lurching in your chest as you turned your head to find Joey standing in the doorway, his expression dark and dangerous. The shock of being caught was like ice water on your skin, and you froze, your hand still buried between your legs.

“Joey,” you gasped, scrambling to sit up, but before you could move, he was there, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip as he yanked your fingers out of your pussy.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “Were you enjoying yourself, kitten? Did you think you could get off without me?”

“I—I wasn’t—” You stammered, but the words caught in your throat as he brought your wet fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He wasn’t pleased.

“You weren’t what?” he mocked, his eyes never leaving yours. “Weren’t thinking about me while you touched yourself? Weren’t moaning my name like a needy little slut?”

His words hit you like a blow, sharp and cutting, and you felt the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I was thinking about you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait, Joey. I needed you, but you weren’t here, and I—”

“So, you thought you could just take care of it yourself?” he cut you off, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think you can do a better job than me, kitten? Is that it?”

“No!” You shook your head frantically, desperate to make him understand. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up.” The command was harsh, and you obeyed instantly, your breath catching in your throat. His hand tightened around your wrist, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. You don’t get to come without me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his dominance pressing down on you in a way that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and excitement. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, kitten,” Joey snarled, his gaze piercing as he released your chin and shoved you back onto the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A lesson you won’t forget.”

You barely had time to register his words before he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he settled between your thighs. His eyes were locked on your exposed, glistening cunt, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch in your throat. He replaced your fingers with his. You gasped at the sensation. Joey leaned down between your legs and grabbed on to your thighs, holding them spread apart. You whimpered when he blew on your sensitive skin, the hair on your neck standing up. He worked roughly, leaving no time for you to adjust or get into his rhythm. He merely plunged his two fingers in and out of you so fast, that you weren't quite sure, as to what was happening anymore. You hissed and groaned, using the pillow beside you to muffle your screams. “You were so horny, for this weren't you? Couldn't even wait a day for my fingers, could you?” Joey taunted and looked up at you with a devilish grin. He suddenly retrieved his fingers from your cunt and for the first time ever, you were almost relieved. He’d been so fast, so brutal with your cunt that it was nearly aching.

You were taken aback by his fury. You’d expected him to be flattered, but he was seeing red.

“You think you can do a better job than me?” he hummed, his voice low and dangerous.

Joey stood up and fumbled with his jeans, the chains clinging together as he dropped them to the ground. He took a step towards the edge of the bed and leaned down, positioning himself on his knees. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of your ankles, pulling at them roughly towards him, so that you were perfectly aligned in front of him. Your heart raced as Joey pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes dark with intent as he stared down at your exposed, glistening pussy. You were so wet, so ready for him, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. Not after what you’d done.

“Let’s see how much you can handle, kitten.”

Before you could respond, he slammed into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, and you cried out, your back arching off the mattress as the sudden intrusion stretched you wide. Joey didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t offer you any reprieve as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and unrelenting.

“Is this what you wanted?” Joey growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into you with merciless force. “You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, kitten? You couldn’t wait for me, so you had to do it yourself. You had to touch yourself like a dirty little whore.”

His one hand travelled up to pinch your nipple and the pain made you gasp.

His words cut deep, but they only fueled the fire burning inside you. You were helpless beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, the roughness of his grip, but it was everything you craved. Your body responded to his dominance, the sting of his degrading words only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” Joey demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me you can’t get off without me, kitten.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as your nails dug into the sheets. “I can’t, Joey. I need you. I need you so bad.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your head spin with a dizzying mix of fear and pleasure. “You belong to me, kitten. Every part of you is mine. No one else can make you feel this way. No one else can fuck you like I can.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his grip tightened, his thrusts growing even more intense, each one driving you closer to the brink. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak, and you knew you were close—so close—but you wouldn’t let yourself fall until he gave you permission. Until he told you you could.

“You’re going to come for me, kitten,” Joey hissed, his voice rough with his own impending release. “But only when I say so. Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out, your vision blurring as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Joey, I need to come. Please let me come.”

His grip on your throat tightened even more, cutting off your air, making your head swim as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”

The command sent you spiraling over the edge. With a choked cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, pulling him deeper, and Joey groaned, his release following yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his warmth flooding you.

For a long moment, you were both lost in the aftermath, your bodies still shaking, hearts pounding in unison as you lay there, tangled together on the bed. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, the heavy rise and fall of his breath as he slowly came down from his high.

Finally, Joey pulled out of you, rolling onto his side as he gathered you into his arms, his demeanor softening as he held you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair as he murmured, “Good girl, kitten. That’s what I like to hear.”

You snuggled into his chest, your body still quivering from the intensity of it all, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction, of comfort in the way he held you, in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small and shaky.

Joey kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. “You’re forgiven, kitten. But remember, you don’t need to do that on your own. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

His words soothed the last remnants of your fear, replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest

[humanrindswrites]

her game

pairing: corey taylor x female reader/oc

summary: there are worse ways to wake up

warnings: smut, dubcon (sleep play), bondage/handcuffs, oral sex (m and f receiving), riding

word count: 2786 words

a/n: thank you for being patient! this took a while to finish because i've had a fuckload of things to do recently.

The distinctive sound of handcuffs clicking together woke Corey up. His mind was fuzzy and half-asleep when he opened his eyes only to find darkness and something wrapped around his temples. He tried to move his hands to remove it but found himself shackled to the bed frame, his arms above his head and his wrists crossed. He could have sworn he’d gone to bed with at least underwear on, but he’d been stripped bare and the sheets flung off him.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled as he tried to shake himself loose.

“Don’t worry,” a familiar voice said as soft fingers brushed his cheek. “I’m not going to do anything bad.”

“What’re you gonna do?” he asked as he tried to nuzzle into her fingers, only to find them drawn away from him.

Corey didn’t receive an answer, only the sensation of her fingers trailing down his body, sending small currents of electricity through him. He shivered at the feeling and felt himself immediately harden when her fingers drifted closer and closer to his erection. His back arched subconsciously when she took him in her hand as if he was begging her to keep touching him, to do anything other than tease him.

She started to stroke him slowly, her hand moving back and forth as she listened to his breath shudder and even out. The handcuffs clinked when he tried to push his hands away from his head and she smirked to herself, knowing that he was trying to tangle his fingers in her hair. 

As soon as she’d decided he’d been teased enough, she ran her tongue along the length of his hard shaft. He groaned in pleasure and tried his best to keep his hips still as she continued to leave wet kisses along the shaft before taking the tip into her mouth and running the tip of her tongue around it. She kept her movements slow and measured as she took more of him into her mouth, sliding his cock between her lips and listening to his breathing steady and sigh.

“Is this all you wanted to do?” Corey asked, laughing slightly. “Just blow me as soon as I woke up? You didn’t need to tie me up, you could have just asked.”

“But isn’t it more fun this way?” she said after taking him out of her mouth and stroking him with her hand again. “Besides, you can do the same to me if you want. I won’t complain.”

Even though he couldn’t see, he knew that she had some wolfish expression on her face. If he could have somehow gotten his eyes uncovered he would have, but he couldn’t even nudge his head against his arms.

“Could you at least take this off? I wanna see you.”

“You could ask me more nicely,” she crooned as she slowed her strokes, drawing a frustrated groan from him.

“Please could you take the blindfold off?” He held back another groan when he felt her stop touching him. She didn’t answer. “Hey, are you still-”

Corey moaned in surprise when she took him back into her mouth, sucking the head of his cock more vigorously and stroking the shaft at the same time. She knew that he was at his most sensitive just after waking up and she was going to take advantage of that. Even if it meant cuffing him to the bed and teasing him until he begged her to let him cum.

“Not so fast, baby,” he panted, his hips twitching as she kept her pace up. “Slow down, I want to last.”

She slowed down to a more leisurely pace, gently stroking and running her tongue around the head, taking her time and letting him warm up to her touch.

“That better?”, she asked, her lips brushing against his sensitive skin.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Yeah, that feels nice.”

His fingers twitched, itching to tangle in her hair but they were held back by the handcuffs that clicked whenever he moved. It was unlikely that she was going to untie him or let him see what he was doing, so he figured he might as well enjoy it. Not having any vision made his senses more heightened; all he could focus on was her soft hands caressing his thighs and her wet tongue on his cock. He felt like he was in heaven and he didn’t want to come back down to Earth any time soon.

She knew that Corey could be vocal in bed, but the sounds he was making were almost musical. Her dampening cunt clenched and throbbed as she listened to him, a sense of pride washing over her as she knew that she was the one making him feel so good. His sighs and moans sang to her as she continued to worship his body, the taste of his precum on her tongue making her want to join in and reach his climax. 

But not yet. Not so soon.

Just as his cock had started to pulse and throb under her tongue, she let him go and shuffled off of the bed. She held back a laugh as she watched his face turn in confusion under the blindfold.

“Why’d you stop?” Corey asked, still somewhat breathless. “Where’d you go?”

“I’m still here,” she said as she pushed her panties down her legs and let them fall to the floor before climbing back onto the bed. “But I want you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?” He felt the mattress sink under her knees on both sides of his head and could almost taste her arousal as she hovered over his mouth. “Oh.”

He tried to angle his head up to meet her, but she kept him down by his hair. She held onto the headboard with her other hand as she gently stroked his hair and lowered herself down, her damp folds brushing against his lips.

“Make me cum and I’ll take the blindfold off,” she said as she tightened her fingers in his hair to keep him still.

He opened his mouth and eagerly ran his tongue through her folds, gathering her arousal with the tip and letting her taste flood his mouth. He tried to move his hands to hold her by the hips but was held back by the cuffs, his arms jerking as he struggled to get free.

“Don’t fight it,” she breathed as she slowly rocked her cunt against his face. “Just use your mouth, I know you can.”

“Wanna touch you,” Corey mumbled against her, his voice vibrating against her clit.

“You will, just not now.”

Reluctantly, he gave in to her and continued to pleasure her with his mouth, licking and sucking her sensitive skin as she moaned softly above him. He was still rock hard, almost painfully so, but he didn’t want to rush and try to make her cum as quickly as possible. 

Eating her out was something he enjoyed doing, being able to satisfy her was all he wanted to do and he took pride in being able to do it so well. Having his face buried between her thighs never failed to turn him on but not having his hands available was something different, something new and exciting for him. His fingers curled into fists and tried to keep his hands still, the chains of the handcuffs clicking as the muscles in his arms twitched and tensed.

“If you’re really good for me, I might uncuff you,” she purred, fighting back a moan. “And you’ve already been so good.”

Spurred on, he kissed and licked her sensitive clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. He loved how it pulsed and throbbed between his lips, how her breath shuddered and how she tasted on his tongue. His cock twitched painfully against his stomach, begging her to touch him again, but he had to wait.

Her wet arousal steadily dripped out of her pussy as he continued to suck her clit, his tongue occasionally darting out to catch it. She kept one hand on his head to stroke and pull his hair, while the other grabbed the headboard. Her hips continued to grind against his mouth as she moaned his name, telling him how good he was making her feel and how close she was to coming into his mouth. She was tempted to take the blindfold off him sooner rather than later so she could watch his eyes flutter open and close while the lower half of his face was obscured by her body.

“Corey,” she whined as a familiar feeling tied her stomach in knots. “I’m gonna cum.”

Just hearing how desperate she sounded was enough to spur him on. He could imagine how she looked above him; her hips slowly rocking against his mouth, her hair perfectly dishevelled, her soft lips parted as she moaned and panted. He had to make her cum now if he really wanted to see her.

He played with her clit harder and faster as he wound her body up, feeling how she twitched and clenched against him, her fingers tightening in his hair. She finally reached her peak when her hips stuttered against his mouth and her arousal flooded his mouth, sweet and tart and addicting. She cried out as she rode out her high, trying to keep herself upright as he softly ran his tongue through her folds and kissed her sensitive clit.

She stilled for a moment as she caught her breath and gently stroked Corey’s hair before climbing off him and shuffling down the bed so her face was level with his. Her fingertips brushed against his temples when she pushed the blindfold off his face, revealing his dazed blue eyes to her. They immediately lit up when he saw her naked form and a soft smile crept over his face.

“Hi, baby,” she said softly as she wiped his mouth with her thumb. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay,” he said with a chuckle. “Especially now that I can see you.”

“Good,” she said as she took his face in her hands and leaned down to kiss him. “I was worried you were going to freak out.”

“Well, I was a little concerned at first,” he said against her lips before kissing her back. “But I know you wouldn’t do anything bad. Could you take the cuffs off, though? My arms are getting tired.”

“Sure, but I’m not done with you yet.” She straddled his hips, her soaking pussy brushing against his cock.

Corey’s face burned as she loomed over him to unlock the cuffs, her breasts just a hair away from his face. She tossed them to the side when they were unlocked and kissed both of his wrists before letting him sit up and wrap his aching arms around her. He buried his face in her chest and kissed her breasts as she stroked his hair and let him hold her for as long as he wanted.

“I think you’ve earned a reward,” she whispered into his hair after they’d been quiet for a while. “Lie down for me.”

He lay back down on the bed, his head rested on the pillow while he held her hips in a gentle hold. His breath hitched when she took hold of his cock again and steady sank down onto it, taking him as deep as she possibly could. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed and a pleasured groan crept out of his throat. All that teasing was definitely going to be worth it.

“How’s that feel?” she asked as she ran her fingernails across his chest.

“So good,” he moaned. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“You deserve to feel good because you’re good for me,” she said as she started to leisurely roll her hips.

Corey let his body relax as she started to ride him at a faster pace, letting her take over and guide him to where she wanted him to go. His eyes fought to stay open so he could watch her as she moved up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet cunt at a steady pace. The submissive side of him that rarely come to the surface had completely taken over, and he wasn’t going to fight it.

“Please, baby,” he whined as he squeezed her hips. “Don’t stop.”

“You want me to make you cum, don’t you, honey?” she teased and slowed her movements down.

“Please.” He grasped her hips harder, trying to coax her into riding him faster. “I wanna cum so bad.”

“You’ll get to cum,” she purred as she sped up again, her breath hitching when the tip of his cock brushed against her sweet spot. “Just be patient.”

She had a feeling that she wasn’t going to last as long as he would, her previous orgasm had made her tight and sensitive. Her clit tingled as it rubbed against his pubic hair, the friction warming her up again as his cock moved inside her. She slowed down occasionally, her legs already tired from sitting on his face earlier but she was determined to keep going.

“I think you’re gonna cum first,” Corey said through panted breaths and run his palms up and down her back. She started to slow down again but he tightened his hold on her to move her up and down on his cock. “Don’t slow down, I want you to cum first.”

A pang of pleasure shot through her body and her cunt clenched around his cock, a fresh wave of arousal coating him. She firmly planted her hands on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her palms, and lifted herself up and down, riding his cock faster and making sure to hit her sweet spot every time.

He moaned louder as she rode him, watching her breasts bounce with each drop of her hips and her face contort in pleasure. He knew his own face was red and his brows furrowed but he didn’t care, he wanted her to see how good he was making her feel and how unashamed he was to be taken care of by her.

She took one of his hands from her hips and pulled it to her mouth so she could suck his thumb, coating it with her spit before guiding him to rub her clit. Her breath hitched and her body jerked when he made contact with her overly sensitive clit. She let him sit up against the headboard without getting off him, her breasts just the right height for him to bury his face in.

Corey rubbed her clit faster as he teased her breasts with his mouth, kissing along the sides and running his tongue along her nipples before taking them into her mouth and sucking, his moans vibrating into her skin. Her stomach turned again as her second orgasm came closer, her breath coming out in broken moans before she finally stiffened against him and let all her breath out in one long moan. 

Her contracting pussy triggered his own climax and he thrust his hips up into hers to help her ride it out, pumping his cum into her as he groaned into her chest. He wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her close to his body as he lifted his head to meet hers. He locked his lips with hers in a breathless kiss, desperate to touch her as much as he could before she would let him go again.

She pulled away and rested her forehead against his as they both caught their breath, stroking his shoulders and biceps. She kept his cock inside her until he softened, letting him hold her close and kissing him tenderly before she climbed off him and lay down on the bed next to him.

“How do you feel?” she asked as he shuffled down to rest his head on her chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Corey said, his voice soft and dreamy. “Yeah, I’m good. Are you okay?”

“Sweetie, I’m fine,” she said with a giggle. “I’m the one who tied you up so I could fuck you.”

He hummed and snuggled into her, listening to her heartbeat as he basked in the afterglow and let her play with his hair. He thought he was about to fall asleep again when she spoke up.

“Y’know, if you wanted to wake me up by going down on me, I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” she said. “Handcuffs or not.”

“I may just keep a note of that somewhere in case you forget,” he said. “Because that may just be something I’ll end up doing.”

[memobread]

update

hey guys i have a bunch of shit going on and im super overwhelmed so the fics will prob take longer than usual. I'm sorry, but i really need to focus rn.

[nishymoon]

𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐭.

⁝ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄/: Sorry this I took so long to upload something 😭 I continued to write but only in Italian, as soon as I have time I'll translate everything and post it! I've loved Joey for as long as I can remember and this is my first one-shot dedicated to him, I hope you like it! Warning: Smut!

[artemisrogers]

Hello sorry I haven't written in a while had a lot of stuff going on plus a WiFi only phone 😢. I'm in the process of writing a few stories one for Roberto Trujillo, one for Corey Taylor and one for Andy Biersack. I wanted to make one of these a series.

I'm open to any DMs or inboxs too if you guys ever want to suggest or recommend something to me or just talk. 🤗

[liamglob]

[dislocatedshoulders]

It be a new year, new fic (It's the middle of winter but I want to go hiking now) 😻

[ims0vain]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Slipknot (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jim Root/Corey Taylor Characters: Jim Root, Corey Taylor Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Orgasm, Handcuffs, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, Control, Role Reversal, Sexual Frustration Series: Part 11 of Forever Rooted In Des Moines, Iowa Summary:

Jim and Corey sleep in the same bed. Except they don't really sleep. At least not tonight.

[jimsbeetroot]

Can you write a one shot for Corey? The reader is in the studio with Slipknot. Corey takes screams and reader, his girlfriend, loves them. Reader gives him loving looks. The others make fun of it and tease reader. Corey comforts them (hug,...).

February, 2001.

I was unsure as to if you were requesting a smut. I made it none smutty, but comment and I’ll change that real quick! This is not my best writing at all, I’m trying to get back into my groove, though!

The dimly lit studio was alive with the sound of metal, an almost tangible energy crackling in the air. Slipknot was deep into the recording of their latest album, *Iowa*, and Corey was in his element. His voice ranged from guttural screams to melodic growls, filling the room with an intense rawness that only he could deliver. You were in awe. You always were, but at that moment, watching him so in touch with that realness. You almost wanted to shed a tear.

You sat on a worn-out leather couch at the back of the studio, watching him pour his soul into every note. You marveled at the transformation of the man you loved into the suffering, terrifying frontman of Slipknot.

For you, it was a revelation each time you witnessed Corey perform. The power of his voice resonated within you, sending chills down your spine and igniting a fire in your core. You adored him in these moments, wrapped in a mix of awe and desire. It wasn’t just about his voice or the music; it was the passion he exuded, the way he owned every inch of his space, commanding the attention of everyone around him.

The band was in the middle of recording "The Heretic Anthem," a track that pushed the limits of intensity and speed. Your heart raced in time with the furious drumbeats, your pulse mirroring the ferocity of the music. You were utterly captivated, caught in a trance of admiration and something more primal.

You shifted slightly on the couch, unable to tear your eyes away from Corey. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in with every scream and every breath he took between verses. The rest of the band played on, each member a vital part of the chaotic symphony, but for you, Corey was the focus.

As Corey launched into the chorus, your heart swelled with pride. You knew how much this album meant to him, how much of himself he poured into every lyric and every note. *Iowa* was a darker, more intense journey than their debut, a reflection of the struggles and triumphs the band had faced. And at the center of it all was Corey, baring his soul for the world to hear.

But the bandmates, keen observers and expert teasers, couldn’t let the moment pass unnoticed. Between takes, Joey Jordison grinned mischievously and pointed at you. "Looks like someone's got it bad for our scream king over here," he joked, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. The others joined in, their laughter infectious and loud, echoing off the studio walls.

Mick Thomson leaned over his guitar, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you should see her face when Corey hits those high notes. Bet the studio isn’t the only place she hears it."

The rest of the band chuckled, their teasing lighthearted but relentless. Paul Gray added, "I think we have a new number-one fan in the room."

Your face flushed a deep crimson, your initial amusement quickly giving way to embarrassment. You tried to laugh it off, but their good-natured ribbing hit a sensitive spot. You didn’t want to be seen as just another fan, caught up in the allure of a rock star. She was there for Corey—the man behind the mask and the music. She was his girl, had been for over two years, and you sure as hell wasn’t planning on leaving either.

Sensing your discomfort, Corey stepped away from the mic and crossed the room with his usual attitude, the teasing giving way to a more sincere energy. He slid onto the couch beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his presence was immediate and reassuring.

"Hey," he cooed, leaning in close so only you could hear him over the noise of the studio. "Don’t let them get to you. They’re just messing around."

You sighed and looked into his eyes, finding the comfort she needed. “I know,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just...sometimes I feel like they see me as a groupie.”

Corey shook his head, his gaze steady and sincere. “They don’t, trust me. They love you, they’re just- they’re bored and tired and fucking immature.” He gently squeezed your thigh and leant in to kiss your cheek.

Reassured by his words, you felt the tension melt away, replaced by a renewed confidence in her place beside him. You loved Corey, not just as the charismatic lead singer of Slipknot, but as the man who held her close and knew her heart.

The session resumed, Corey back at the mic, his voice a weapon of raw emotion and strength. You watched him again, your heart swelling with pride and affection. The teasing had faded into the background, and all that remained was the music and the man she loved. You were no longer embarrassed, only exhilarated by the unbreakable bond you shared amid the chaos and creativity of the studio.

[humanrindswrites]

his turn

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

summary: reader is woken up to a birthday surprise. but it's not her birthday.

warnings: nsfw, smut, light bondage, potential dubcon, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, somewhat rough sex, maybe degradation idk?, light d/s, vibrator use, squirting/female ejactulation (it's not piss)

word count: 3694 words

a/n: yes i know this fic is a year and a week late, shut up.

As soon as she felt those unforgettable lips on the inside of her thigh, she knew what was going on. It had been months since she’d told him that he could wake her up by playing with her, but of course, he had to choose today of all days to take her up on that offer.

“Shouldn’t this be the other way around?” she asked, her voice groggy as it warmed up. “I should be going down on you to wake you up..”

“But this is what I wanted to do,” Corey said as he crawled up her body, leaving kisses on her bare skin as he went. “It didn't have to be the same way as when you woke me up like this.”

“I can see that,” she said. “Literally. And the ties instead of handcuffs were a nice touch.”

“Well, I’m not as mean as you are.”

“Excuse you, sir,” she said in mock offence. “I have never been mean to you a day in my life.”

“I don't know about that,” Corey purred as he ran his fingers across the insides of her thighs again. “Cuffing me to the bed and blindfolding me while I was asleep so you could suck my cock would be mean to some people.”

Her breath hitched when his fingertips danced dangerously close to her already wet pussy. He gathered a drop of her arousal onto his finger and brought his hand up to show her.

“You were already this wet before you woke up,” he crooned. “Been dreaming about me?”

She whined helplessly and gently pushed her hips up as she gripped the ties around her hands.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a wolfish grin before settling back between her legs again. 

“Please,” she mewled when he kissed her inner thighs again.

“Please, what?” he teased, and trailed his kisses closer to where she wanted them.

“Please lick my pussy.”

He shot that grin at her again before kissing her clit directly.

“Alright, since you asked so nicely.”

Slowly, he snaked his tongue out and ran it through her sopping folds, starting at her entrance and making his way up to her clit. The sensation made her head fall back against her pillow as she tugged on the restraints. She hadn't realised just how worked up she’d been before he started touching her.

He chuckled against her sensitive flesh when she moaned softly, sending vibrations through her and heightening her pleasure.

“I could keep you like this all day, sweetheart” he purred and replaced his mouth with his fingers so he could crawl up her body to be level with her.

Her face was already hot against his skin as he rested his forehead against hers, feeling her shuddering breath before pressing his lips to hers.

She eagerly returned his kiss, a fleeting chance at being able to touch him while he had her tied up. A whine crawled out of her throat when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with her own before breaking away to kiss her jaw and neck.

“When I woke up and saw how good you looked, I just knew I had to,” he purred against her skin. “I have to thank you for not wearing pyjamas to bed for once.”

She whined again and tried to squirm away from him, only to be held back by the ties around her wrists.

“What’s wrong, honey? You want my mouth again?”

“Yes,” she breathed and pushed her hips up into his hand.

He took his fingers away from her clit and began to trail his lips down her body, taking his time to feel how warm her skin was under him, how her body thrummed with desire, and hear how her breath shuddered as she tried to keep her composure. She’d been so cocky when she’d first woken up and now he’d reduced her to a quivering mess in just a few minutes.

Once he’d finished teasing her, he settled back between her legs and rested his head on her thigh to take in the sight before him. Her face was needy and desperate as she wordlessly begged him to touch her again, her mouth hung open and eyes pleading as she breathed deeply. He didn’t have to touch her to tell that her face was getting hotter and hotter by the second.

As soon as they made eye contact, she turned her gaze away from him, as if she was shy about him seeing her completely nude and tied to the bed. He’d seen her in so many compromising situations, but it always amused her that she would turn shy before things got heated.

He chuckled softly and turned his head to kiss a trail down her thigh again before leaving one directly on her clit.

“You don’t need to be so shy with me, sweetheart,” he said as he rested his hands on her hips. “I could have been so much meaner to you than this. I could have cuffed you, blindfolded you, turned you over and spanked you until you were raw and crying.”

He smiled against her sensitive flesh when he felt her clench beneath him. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up through her folds, starting at her entrance and ending at her clit before taking it in his mouth and gently sucking on it.

“But, it’s a beautiful day outside,” he said between licks, “and I’m not a cruel person.”

Her entire body relaxed as she let him play with her body, her legs falling softly as he draped them over his shoulders and her arms drooping in their restraints. She couldn’t help the sounds that escaped from her mouth as he slowly wound her body up with his tongue, lapping up her essence and swirling it around her swollen clit.

Without realising, she started to tug on her restraints as she tried to run her fingers through his hair like she normally would. Instead, she settled for wrapping her legs tighter around him and running one of her feet up and down his back, just to be able to feel him.

But, he was obviously in a teasing mood.

Without taking his mouth off her cunt, he slid his hands away from her hips and wrenched her legs off of him. She yelped in surprise as her tailbone was pushed up off the mattress and her knees almost brushed against her chest as he folded her in two.

“Want me to tie your legs too?” he asked, his voice vibrating against her.

“No, sir,” she whined as she tried to catch her breath.

“Then stay still.”

He sat back to watch her clench and twitch in his hold before running his fingers down her thigh and through her warm slit, slowly pushing them in and dragging his fingertips along her soft walls. She bit her lip and let her head fall back onto the pillow when he started to use his tongue again, perfectly timing his strokes and licks to alternate with each other.

The position he’d pushed her into gave him the perfect angle to find her sweet spot and he firmly curled his fingers into it as he latched onto her clit and sucked harshly on it. She inhaled sharply, her breath hissing through her teeth before opening her mouth and letting a cry escape her lips. She could already feel the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach and tried to hide her burning face in her shoulder in embarrassment.

He’d only been touching her for, what, five minutes and she was already close? Time to work up some stamina again.

“I think I can make you squirt,” he mumbled against her hot flesh before taking his mouth off her.

“What?” she asked, dazed. “No, I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

Being hurt was the least of her concerns.

“I haven’t done it in a long time, I don’t think I can anymore.” She shivered when he kissed her clit again, any worries she had melting away.

“Seeing if you still can is the fun part,” he purred as he pressed down just above her pubic area and continued to lave his tongue across her clit.

She let her head fall back onto the pillow and her eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself to the feeling of his fingers inside her dripping pussy and his mouth on her throbbing clit. He crooked his fingers into her sweet spot, making her see stars behind her eyelids and moans escaped her lips as he wound her further and further towards the edge. The pressure continued to build up inside her until she felt like she was about to burst, her inner muscles clenching hard around his fingers until she finally clamped down on them, a small amount of fluid gushing out onto him and dripping down his wrist as he continued to move inside her.

Steadily, he slowed his movements down and eased off her clit as she was brought back to Earth. She couldn’t help how her hips shuddered and bucked up into him as her climax faded away and she watched him with hazed eyes as he slid his soaked fingers out of her and stroked her hot skin.

“Good girl,” he crooned as he gently patted her spent cunt. “I told you you could do it.”

“Fuck me,” she breathed once she finally caught her breath.

“So soon? When you’re still sensitive?” He took hold of her knees and pushed them further apart, exposing her even more to him until her thighs touched her chest. “If you insist.”

Before she could take a moment to prepare herself again, she felt him plunge his cock inside her. Thankfully she was still soaking wet after cumming, since the pace he set was so rough she would have been torn in two. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a strangled moan.

“How’s that feel?” Corey purred as he fucked her, his fingers gripping her legs so tight he could almost feel her pulse. “Think I can make you squirt like this?”

She looked at him with hazed eyes and nodded her head frantically as her mouth hung open, her breaths coming out in high-pitched pants before she licked her lips and tried to catch her breath again.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper and rusty from moaning so much. “I wanna do it again.”

He chuckled softly before taking his right hand off her leg and bringing his thumb up to his mouth to lick it. Not stopping his hips for a second, he brought it back down to her clit and traced circles over it, making sure that every millimetre of it was touched and stimulated.

“More,” she breathed as she rolled her hips into his. “Please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty girl,” he said as he rubbed her clit faster, alternating between circles and diagonal movements. “You pretend that you’re all innocent and sweet but I know that you love being fucked like a slut.”

Her cunt clenched hard at hearing him talk to her like that, and she could feel her second orgasm coming on fast. She writhed underneath him and pulled on her restraints, desperate to be free so she could touch him, and guide him to where she wanted him to go.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum again,” she said through a gasp as her back started to arch against the mattress.

“Again? Already?” he teased as he took his thumb away from her clit to push down on the space above her pubic bone again. “You really are desperate.”

She forced her body to stay still as he fucked her into the bed, the pressure inside her building and building until she could barely contain it anymore. The feeling of his hard cock sliding inside her and brushing against her sweet spot made her see stars and she threw her head back against her pillow as she let him take total control of her body.

Her cunt clenched repeatedly around his cock as he dragged her second orgasm out of her, pulling out at the last second before she gushed all over his stomach. His cock twitched the second her fluid touched his skin and he could only kneel before her in awe of what he’d made her body do.

Tenderly, he stroked her thighs as she came down from her high, her whole body twitching as the endorphins flooded her system. Their skin and the sheets were all soaked and she looked like she couldn’t take much more, but he had to keep going. He wanted to feel her do it while his cock was still inside her.

“Think you got one more in you, baby?” he asked softly as he untied one of her wrists and kissed her forehead.

She panted audibly as she nodded her head, barely able to speak. 

“More,” she said as he pulled her aching arm down to touch his face. “Make me cum again.”

He kissed her lips gently and briefly before moving over to dig something out of her nightstand next to the bed. She gazed at the ceiling in a daze as he found what he was looking for and was only brought back when he placed it in her hand: her wand vibrator that she used when he was away or he used on her whenever he wanted to tease her.

“Hold this against your clit,” he said as he turned the toy on and set it to the highest speed.

She immediately placed it against her sensitive flesh, leaving him enough room to slide his cock back into her. Her hips jumped on first contact but he held her down when he pushed into her, making her eyes roll back into her head as he started to fuck her again.

“Y’know, when you said that I could do this to you, I knew I had to make you wait,” he said as he set a fast pace, his hips snapping against hers. “There’d be no fun if I did it the day after. I had to catch you by surprise.”

She heard him talking, but none of his words registered in her mind. She was too far gone in the throws of pleasure that how he was making her feel was the only thing she could focus on.

“What better time for me to hold you to your word than on my birthday?” he purred as he snaked his arm around her leg to press down on her lower stomach again. “I get to do what I want to you when I want to do it. You couldn’t have given me a better present.”

She tried her best to keep her third orgasm at bay, but the feeling of his cock pushing against that spot inside her and the vibrator on her clit had other ideas. She fought it by taking deep breaths and trying to clench around his cock, but it was futile.

Her back arched sharply as she gasped and her cunt clamped down on his cock, a cry forcing its way out of her lungs as she sprayed her release all over him, drops of it hitting both of them and soaking the sheets underneath them as he continued to thrust into her hot, dripping cunt. She wanted to turn the vibrator off and throw it aside but it felt too good to take away, even though her clit was sore and thoroughly played with.

If she hadn’t been numb from the waist down or overtaken by pleasure, she would have felt him spill his warm cum inside her before it leaked out in a river of their mixed fluids. Her arm fell away from her body, the vibrator still in her hand as she went limp against the mattress and let him fall on top of her.

Lazily, he kissed her softly, his tongue dancing with hers as she slowly came back to her senses.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she mumbled against his mouth as she returned his kissed before burying her face in his neck.

Completely spent, he let go of her hips and stroked them tenderly as he pulled out of her. He’d left finger-shaped bruises behind from holding on to her so hard, but he felt a sense of pride that they were there in the first place. Even after taking himself away from her just slightly, he could feel her tremble beneath him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, reaching over to untie her wrist. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head feebly. “No,” she managed to croak out. “I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’re still shaking.”

She let out a shuddering breathy laugh as she settled back into the mattress and let her legs fall away from him. “I didn’t know I could still do that.”

“I’m glad you still can,” he said, wiping her fluid off his skin. “No pressure to do it every time, though.”

“Thank God for that.” 

She watched him as he stood up from the bed and briefly ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel. Her arms ached from being held up for so long and her fingers were still locked around the vibrator that was still buzzing away. She clicked it off and let it fall out of her hand as she stretched her arms out to the sides and lay spread eagle with her eyes closed, letting her muscles relax as she fought off sleep.

The sudden feeling of a cold, wet cloth on her hot skin brought her out of her trance. She opened her eyes again and sat up gingerly to see Corey gently wiping the insides of her thighs with the cloth, cleaning his cum and her fluids off of her skin.

“Don’t go falling asleep again,” he said, firmly dabbing the cloth against her clit to make her legs jump.

“You’re the one who woke me up,” she said and tried to wriggle away from him. “So rude.”

He finished cleaning her up and threw the washcloth aside as he flopped down on the mattress next to you. “It’s only fair that I got you back after what you did to me,” he said. “I at least had permission, you didn’t. You’re lucky that I’m not opposed to this kind of thing.”

“You loved it, really,” she said as she rolled onto her side and shuffled up to lay her head on his chest.

“I did.” He pulled her closer to him to wrap his arms around her and tenderly kissed her temple. “I like it when you’re more daring.”

She hummed in response, too tired to speak and let her body be soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his palms running across her skin. The sun had started to rise outside, light shining in through a crack in the blinds as birds sang out on the lawn.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked after an extended silence. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I cut my nails two days ago, they can’t have grown back that fast.”

“I’m fine, babe,” she said, stopping him from babbling. “You always worry about me when you don’t need to.”

“It’s ‘cause I want you to have a good time and not get scared when we do things like this,” he said as he tenderly stroked her face.

She let her face relax into his fingers so that her jaw rested in the palm of his hand and melted back into his touch. Her eyes drifted closed as she settled into his arms and rested her face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m not scared,” she mumbled, her words slurring together. “You could never scare me.”

“Good,” he said into her hair as he stroked her back.

They were quiet for a while, listening to each other’s breathing and heartbeats as cars drove past and birds tweeted outside. She could have felt herself drift off to sleep when her stomach growling snapped her back to reality. His body shook with quiet laughter and she couldn’t stop herself from joining in.

“I guess we’d better go get some breakfast, huh?” he asked as he slowly unwrapped his arms from her.

“We really must have worked up an appetite,” she said sheepishly and got up gingerly, her arms still aching from being held up.

“Mm, it’s more like I worked up your appetite,” he said as he helped her sit on the end of the bed. “What do you want? I’ll make anything, my treat.”

She rolled her shoulders back and forward as she stretched her neck and blindly grabbed for her robe from the headboard where she’d left it the night before. Her ears rang and her head spun as her body began to wake up and recover from the morning’s activities, telling her that she needed just one thing.

“Pancakes,” she said as she looped her arms through the robe’s sleeves, not bothering to put her pyjamas back on first. “I think I could do with the sugar.”

“Pancakes it is,” he said with a warm smile before softly kissing her forehead. “I’d better put some clothes on.”

She laughed as she watched him round the bed to pull his underwear back on and root around his dresser for a pair of lounge pants.

“It’s probably not a good idea to cook while naked, honey,” she giggled and stood up to meet him, her legs still wobbly.

“You don’t think me making food for you without any clothes on would be sexy?”

“I’m more concerned about you burning your dick off,” she said as she led them both to the door, her stomach growling in anticipation of the pancakes.

“Good point,” he said on their way down to the kitchen. “I’m gonna need to keep that in the future.” “Especially if we’re gonna be doing that more often.”

[bl00dycraniumm]

🕸️ SLIPKNOT MASTERLIST 🕸️

💋 - smut/nsfw

🍒 - fluff

📌 - headcannons

❤️‍🩹 - family / friends

🚩 - pick a number(/s)

🕸️ joey jordison.

☆ drum lessons - 🍒

🕸️ corey taylor.

☆ nothing

🕸️ mick thomson.

☆ nothing

🕸️ sid wilson.

☆ nothing

[nuchester]

Intro post <3

Here’s a little introduction post for those who are curious!

me!

- my name is chloe

- I’m a big fan of metal (mostly every subgenre)

- I’m big on KoЯn, SOAD, Metallica, Oingo Boingo, Slipknot, Green Day, DMSOB and Megadeth

- I’m Danish-Canadian 🇩🇰 🇨🇦

the blog!

- what I plan on doing:

- writing fanfics

- doing headcannons

- posting pictures

- answering asks

fanfics / hc’s!

- who I’ll write for:

- SOAD: all members

- KoЯn: Jon Davis, Munky, Head

- Metallica: all members

- Oingo Boingo: Danny Elfman

- Slipknot: Corey Taylor, Joey Jordison, Mick Thomson

- DMSOB: Daron Malakian, John Dolmayan

- Megadeth: Dave Mustaine, David Ellefson

- Green day: Billie Joe, (maybe?) Mike Dirnt

- Other: horror movie characters (mostly antagonists), Connor McDavid, Jude Bellingham, Cristiano Ronaldo

**this list will expand!**

- what I’ll write:

- smut

- fluff

- angst

- open to literally any suggestions!

- my limits:

- anything illegal

- scat, piss, vomit

- noncon, cnc, things like that

- age play (age gaps are alright)

That’s it!

My asks are open in case there’s any questions!

[sillygummyworm]

☆ ~ Masterlist

Want to request? Check my boundaries here

♤ = Fluff

♡ = Smut

◇ = Angst

♧ = X reader

Call Of Duty

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Nothing here yet

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

Nothing here yet

Captain John Price

Nothing here yet

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Nothing here yet

König

Nothing here yet

Slipknot

Sidney 'Sid' Wilson

Nothing here yet

Joey Jordison (Won’t write smut for)

Nothing here yet

Paul Gray (Won’t write smut for)

Nothing here yet

Jim Root

Nothing here yet

Craig Jones

Nothing here yet

Shawn 'Clown' Crahan

Nothing here yet

Mick Thomson

Nothing here yet

Corey Taylor

Nothing here yet

Sally Face

Sal 'Sally face' Fisher (!ADULT VERSION!)

Nothing here yet

More characters will most likely be added in the future! :]

[aurinkomoukari]

the one where Jim kidnaps you (121520 words) by aurinkomoukari Chapters: 12/13 Fandom: Slipknot (Band) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Jim Root/Reader Characters: Jim Root, Reader, Corey Taylor, Shawn Crahan, Eloy Casagrande Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Asshole Exes, Low Self-Esteem, kinda angsty nihilism, mentions of death and cancer, I’M GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THIS OK???, LIKE SERIOUSLY BEAR WITH ME, heavy metal festivals, Jim being cute and awkward and charming and adorable 🥺, Hardcore flirting, Praise, oops i mean TOOTH-ROTTING PRAISE, spiked drinks, Drugging, BAD COREY, Kidnapping, supernatural shit, demon jim, demon corey, THEY’RE ALL DEMONS!! 😈, well………… sort of, Jim being the most awkward demon in the history of demons 😩😩😩, Imprisonment, but at least they got good linens and Netflix over there lmao, Mating Cycles, going into heat, Breeding, Extinction, reader is very breedable, SO OBVIOUSLY DEMON JIM HAS TO BREED U Y’KNOW, Depression, hunger strike, but it’s short-lived bc jim won’t tolerate your bullshit, JIM DOLES OUT TOUGH LOVE, Caregiving, gentle jim 🥺, very confusing feelings toward your captor, it’s the brief moment of calm before the shit storm so…………………… yeah, extremely realistic nightmares, Rape, Forced Orgasms, BAD JIMBO!, Anxiety, Kind of a Mental Breakdown, READ THE TAGS PLEASE 🙏🏼, AND BRACE YOURSELF FOR ALL THE DEMON WANG, desperate escape attempts, the Slipknot boys join the party!!!, poor jimbo gets hit in the face, AND a little mauled by his brothers, so not a good moment to be an enormous awkward demon giraffe lmao, VERY ANGRY JIM 🤬, Altar Sex, Betrayal, Humiliation, Multiple Orgasms, AND WAY TOO MUCH DEMON JIZZ I TELL YOU!!!! 💦, apologies and human heats and hate-fucking and clones and aftercare (if you squint), oh and piranhas with lowkey mommy issues, SO THE USUAL Y’KNOW 😂🥴, Threesomes, Double Penetration, OK WHO ORDERED THE DEMON SANDWICH? 👀, Heartbreak, GET READY TO CRY 🥺😭💔💔💔, CUBS!!!! 🥹💕, demon jim becomes a demon DAD 😭, Spoiler Tags in End Notes

Chapter summary:

It’s time. The wait is over. You go into labor and nothing will ever be the same again for you, Jim or the demon kingdom…

[kkerowo]

After Show

⇒ Corey Taylor x Shawn Crahan (Slipknot)

⇒ Smut (Unsafe Sex) & Alcohol Usage

⇒ ~3.5k Words

“ Hey Shawn”, Corey softly whispered to the percussionist, “ Are you free after this show?”

Suddenly the music around them didn’t matter to the clown. Oddly focusing at the request Corey had brought onto the table.

The way he spoke, through his mask. Felt off. Sensing goosebumps all over his arms, arm hair sprang up. Reminiscing his hot air harshly touching his ear lobe. It felt mesmerizing.

Lifting his face, capturing a perfect view of Corey through his notorious clown mask. Neon green lights emitted his very own.

A smile.

For some reason Shawn felt his stomach twist in a knot.

𓏵

Shawn could taste the ale in Corey’s breath. His rough skinned hands ran around the singer’s shoulders, hearing multiple smacks from their lips intertwining, finding some grip to hold onto while they play. The adrenaline running through his veins from giving deep kisses simply felt intoxicating. Sensing his bottom lip being suckled by Corey, as his drooling tongue slathers over his own turned him on more than it should｡｡ Yet the deeper they went, the more Shawn wanted to take over the singer all to himself.

Hearing Corey’s soft moaning under his breath was enough to make anyone go overboard. His vibrating made the percussionist more than ecstatic. How cute it felt having him be the one who witnessed this side of him. Visibly begging for more of Shawn’s love, which the former was happy to give. Digging into each other’s tongues, they could reach so far with the simple kissing Corey originally initiated｡｡ that later evolved into a full blown make out session.

Thank God they were the only ones alone, after the showing. Though, Shawn wouldn’t mind being watched by the rest of the band. Witnessing how much of a whore their lead singer had become｡｡ it felt too good to be true.

“ ｡｡aaah”, Corey softly moaned, under his breath, “ Sha｡｡ Shawn.”

Shawn loved how easy it was to break Corey. Witnessing him visibly melt under his fingertips. Making it securable to cup him, his kisses felt more & more passionate. With every blow becoming heavenly than the previous. Tasting in the kisses they bestowed, air around them growing harsher the deeper they went on. Shawn’s hands began to slither downwards to Corey’s waist. Sensing the goosebumps the moment his hands slip even further below. The vibration of his hips twirling in an erotic manner, surprised Shawn even more.

Corey shuttered from sensation whenever the percussionist laid his harsh palms all over him. Thighs rubbing against each other, Corey needed to speak his mind. Yet all he could think about was how his set of lips were full of Shawn’s very own. Moaning once again, he couldn’t resist such a treat.

Wanting the other to feel his hard cock, Shawn slowly laid back on the couch｡｡ dragging Corey to his arms to get a better sense of his body. Corey moaned, having his entire body be shifted to face Shawn’s. Having his arms wrapped around the clown’s neck, as the other set of hands gently slipped towards his ass. Feeling it being kneaded in a dough-like manner｡｡ his head began to fog. Flinching the moment he felt his & Shawn’s cock’s touch. The hot air didn’t loose its temperature.

Their kissing had continued. Having Corey’s soft frame all over the percussionist’s felt erotic to him. He’s always wanted to have the lead singer of his own band submissively agree to his requests. Pampering his ass while cock is dripping of pre-cum｡｡ not to mention the man’s head containing thoughts of what the two should do.

Shawn felt he needed more than foreplay.

Feeling the need to move on, Shawn retracted his lips away from Corey’s. Viewing him as a hot mess, softly breathing in & out from his mouth, crying in pleasure. His body felt sensitive from the touch. Shawn knew he was ready.

The position they were in gave enough control for Shawn to toy him further. Wanting him to beg even further for his love was something he’s always thought of. He craved the image of Corey, full of his cum to the brim, mercilessly fucked till his brain turns to mush, burning into his image till the day he dies. Even if it was the ale talking, he wants to show how much Corey meant to him.

Feeling his plump thighs in between his knee, Shawn lifted his entire leg. Bending his knee to where Corey felt his ass being spread far apart where it felt Shawn’s knee.

Feeling unwary, he snapped back whatever trance he fell under. Worriedly turning his entire head, facing whatever position they were in. Shawn could sense the pent-up emotions the other was going through.

Hands still remained on his lover’s hips. Grabbing a hold of a grip, Corey felt his hips being rocked back & forth. Dry Humping Shawn’s thigh｡｡ Visibly flinching whenever Corey’s ass hit Shawn’s knee. He physically winced from his ass as it bounce a little, nails digging onto Shawn’s shoulder skin. The percussionist lightly chuckled at his cute response.

Adoring how Corey’s ass felt squishy. Even with his jeans on, it felt like Heaven having it grinding on his thigh bone. He still craved to go further. Wanting to hear him scream out a volume while clenching around his hard, long cock begging to spill his baby batter. He felt lucky being his first. He needed to be his first.

“ Hey”, Shawn snarled harshly.

Corey eyed back at the clown, facing his band mate.

Sensing some weariness at the way he looked at him｡｡ He was no longer viewed as a human but as a piece of meat. A piece of meat Shawn would happily take all for himself. Savoring the flavoring & leaving with nothing. Regretting ever pulling the first move on him.

Carrying an expression one would describe as a sign of impatience.

“ Undress yourself. Now.”

The singer picked himself up from Shawn. Hopping himself off the man, stepping only a couple of inches away from where the clown could still view him. Though Corey faced his back against Shawn. Keeping to himself, Corey felt embarrassed as he unzips the red long sleeve. Having it dangled from his right hand as he tossed it by his side. The last piece would be his lower halves, jeans & whatever is beneath said jeans.

Still, it wasn’t enough to satisfy Shawn. He needed to see his body whole. Embracing it even if the other feels conflicted｡｡ Yet he could sense Corey being tensed.

Forcing himself to be removed from the couch, Shawn sat on the tip. The red cloth of his concert outfit rustled between the leathery fabric of the cushion. Legs separating, with Corey unbothered of the noise. Shawn made himself known with a harsh grunt.

His middle finger slipped down Corey’s bare back. Still soft. Feeling him shiver as his low whimpers was all he could give. A small rush of air felt between his back area, facing Shawn only to be greeted by his right hand.

Guiding his chin to be greeted by another kiss. Corey stopped his tracks the moment he tasted his lips. After the kiss, the other’s felt a lot more tender & intimate. Feeling the admiration Shawn kept deep inside. Tasting a bit of Corey’s tongue at the fifth kiss.

Shawn’s rough hands wrapped around Corey’s waist. Continuing their tongue kissing as his fingertips touched the weaved material of the singer’s jeans. Slithering in where his buckle was at. He felt some sort of heat on the man’s crotch. Clutching on the silver metal buckle, tongue’s still wrapped. Shawn felt more than lucky to make Corey feel this way.

Corey felt unbothered having his body wrapped around in an erotic manner. Focusing on how good Shawn made him feel. Surprisingly he still tasted the beer under Shawn’s tongue. His head began to fog out again. Humming loudly the moment Shawn began to dig deeper inside his own tongue.

The sounds of the belt being fiddled were the few things the percussionist heard. Eyes opened to peer down how many holes Corey tightened. He felt the singer’s soft hands gently grasped on his arms as he did so.

Stopping their tender kisses, Corey looked below at Shawn’s performance. Feeling the clown resting on his shoulder, Shawn successfully unbuckled. Leaving the flaps on their respective sides, his fingers unbuttoned the pair of jeans. Unzipping revealed Corey’s fully erected cock, visible thick pre-cum stains bleached through his boxers.

Jeans easily fell down, touching his ankle’s, now all that was left of Corey were his drawers. Leaning in forward, Shawn sensed Corey staring at his own erection.

Shawn removed the briefs, removing his other hand to help Corey wiggle down the pair. Ending up meeting the same faith as his concert wear, now all that’s left is filling him up. Though he wanted to look at his cock before doing anything else. Only eyeing from time to time when they were changing to their concert outfits, he never knew how curved & fairly shaded it was. There’s some foreskin, still, it didn’t bother him much. Noticing a drop of pre-cum on the tip, Shawn felt ecstatic.

“ You ready?”, he whispered.

Corey shifted his head a bit on his direction, nodding im agreement, “ Yeah.”

Sitting back down on the couch’s tip, Shawn got back on his old position. Laying deep down, legs drawn with some distance apart. Corey turned around to face Shawn’s still clothed body. He gave off a face of dissatisfaction. Expecting Shawn to do some work even if he helped him remove his clothes faster.

The percussionist smirked back at him. Noticing Corey walking up to him, sitting whatever is left of the couch. For some reason he enjoyed looking at his body. Noticing his small curves, he loved what little feminine traits his body possessed.

Corey’s hands pressed downwards on Shawn’s belt. Unbuckling than zipping down the man’s jeans. Only to be greeted by his own size.

Pausing to look at the visible shape from the dark grey briefs, Corey felt unease if he could even fit.

His urge’s to mouth it, slathering around his base & tasting his pre-cum drawn to his mind. It looked long & hard, his palm felt some wet texture from the pre-cum. Uncovering Shawn’s, it felt warmer than anything he’s ever touched. Finally removing the clothing, it flopped upwards from the pull. Corey noticed Shawn pushing down his boxers to show his size to the other. Getting closer to doing it, Corey felt he needed a bit of guidance.

“ So”, Corey slurred, “ What do we do next?”

“ Do you have any lube?”

Corey made a face, “ Mmm, no. I wasn’t expecting this to happen.”

Shawn looked around the room, finding whatever liquids could be used as a replacement. Eyeing at the beer bottles they drank, doubt it’ll be satisfying having the couch drenched in ale. His best bet would be Corey’s saliva. Wanting to feel his tip hitting his uvula｡｡ he loved the idea more & more.

Like he read his mind, the singer changed positions to a more comfortable view. Lowering his upper half, growing ever so close to his cock, Shawn became infatuated how Corey’s hips raised up. He scooted more to his back, adoring whatever thought the man was going for. Getting a better view of Corey about to perform fellatio all over his enlarged cock, not to mention firmly grasping his plumped ass to drive him insane.

Shawn wished he had his phone to take a picture, though, maybe it’d be best to look back at.

The smell of musk wasn’t a huge issue to the singer. Taking small soft deep breathings, wanting the percussionists smell imprinted on him. Rubbing off whatever sweat & pre-cum his cock produced onto his pale skin. He visibly enjoyed the sulfuric smell｡｡ Looking above with those grey blue adoring eyes, Shawn smiled in pleasure. Signaling to continue by a simple pet on his short hair.

Corey began kissing around the base, small pecks of love ran all over. Vibrating any visible wrinkles & veins he could detect, he produced an “ mhnk!” noise. Shawn felt how much love Corey had for him, good thing he reciprocated.

During his many kisses, his tongue emerged. Slobbering the base using his tongue, spreading it evenly across, using whatever saliva he has as lotion. He felt his chin getting wet from the amount of saliva he’s able to produce. Dripping down as small strings of saliva formed.

Directing his tongue upwards, Shawn felt tensed. Feeling Corey’s tongue form a curved pattern along where the base of his tip is. His cock tingled from the man’s lips suckling on his wrinkles. Lightly suckling to cause any pleased whimpers from the percussionist.

Shawn couldn’t help but question who taught him to act this way. Becoming jealous of who became his first, thinking it was either Chris or Joey. He hated the thought of Corey being with another man.

Corey continued suckling, slowly driving up any stimulation. His ears rang in joy when Shawn softly moaned under his breath. Gently motioning him to deepthroat him｡｡ He took his time running his lips up towards the tip, removing his lips as his tongue tasted his pre-cum. Tasting the saltiness of his sweat to the bitterness from the ale in his very own tongue. God he loved it｡｡ licking off the droplets, he kissed his cock’s head. His lips remained on the tip.

Looking upwards at Shawn, whom looked to be impatient. Corey began sucking him off. Eyes remained locked in a seductive manner, he felt it throbbing when Shawn’s tip entered inside his mouth. Slapping around the tip with his wet warm tongue, Corey continued. Taking in half of Shawn’s base, breaking off any eye contact, as his head began moving up & down.

Moaning during the progress as Shawn moaned loudly alongside. Holding onto Corey’s hair, making him reach deeper than before｡｡ Corey felt his uvula being violently hit by Shawn’s tip. Never in his lifetime had he sucked another man’s cock, especially when it’s long in length.

It didn’t stop him from producing some natural lubrication with his saliva.

Feeling the entire cock drenched in his mouth juices, Corey continued. Loving the treatment of having a cock shoved deeper inside his throat. Even if this might break him, Shawn’s cock is throbbing in pleasure. Sensing he was close to cumming, Corey wants his cum more than anything. Forcing his lips to pucker up to replicate a tight feeling.

Wrapping around harder while slurping noises were made.

Shawn forcefully drew Corey off his cock, drawing away the pre-cummed & saliva mixed cock. Corey loudly coughed, spitting out thick strings of pre-cum. Intertwining between his fingers. He puffed out the single pubic hair his mouth attracted. Sluggishly smearing the fluids off on the couch cushion, Shawn got back to his original position. Separating his thighs where his cock remained the main focus. He lent out his left hand to guide Corey close to him｡｡

Corey gladly accepted, waddling his way closer to the percussionist, his arms wrapped around the man’s neck. Feeling his nips erected from the cold jacket-like fabric Shawn wore. Ass sticking out, his heart pattered in unison with the other. He peeked to his left shoulder where he saw Shawn’s hand fondle his ass. Massaging both cheeks as he guided Corey’s hips to meet his size.

Shawn continued lowering his hips comfortably. Feeling his fingertips slowly sink in from the ass grab, he peeped over Corey’s shoulder. Viewing his cock wanting to get inside. Cupping both sides as Shawn’s cock began teasing his hole.

Having him being poked, Corey flinched. Acting nervous as Corey clench onto the percussionist’s neck, Shawn began kissing around his neck. A last resort to help ease｡｡ All Corey could think of is how good he’ll feel. Feeling the man’s lips caress all over, he felt happy to be pampered with affection before they got to it.

Kisses began moving upwards to his lips, Shawn wanted fo taste him one last time. Intertwining with Corey’s lips, mouth still warm & wet. Corey felt unbothered that his hips were slowly lowered to accumulate his lover’s cock.

Moaning during the kiss, Corey felt him. Letting go as Shawn pushed in his hips deeper inside his cock. It slipped in easily, yet it felt tight all around. Moaning in pleasure, feeling his long thick cock growing bigger. He felt his stomach warm up by something harder｡｡ amazed that he could even take in his size.

Aggressively clenching on Shawn’s concert wear, he opened his eyes to peer to his left how deep he was taking in. All he saw were Shawn’s hands rested on his ass. He turned back to see him resting his forehead on his shoulder-blade.

Giving some time to adjust, for some reason Corey could feel Shawn’s cock desperately wanting to come｡｡ Must’ve hurt knowing he’s also easily breakable, wanting to cum deep inside yet they barely got to the fun part. Corey felt like milking for all he has, seeing his sex face, while deep inside gave him a sense of dominance.

Suddenly he felt his cock slowly thrusting in & out. Fingertips pierced through his skin, causing Corey to softly moan under his breath. Feeling Shawn’s hips as his long cock flopped in an un-rhythmic way. He loved how his head began to fog out｡｡ hearing the many lewd noises they produced, he couldn’t get enough of it. Sensing his left hand slipping upwards, Shawn held onto Corey’s short hair, drawing closer. Still moaning in, breathing in & out of his mouth, breathing Shawn’s smell, loving the deep thrusts he produced. Even though his thrusts felt awkward, his stomach felt full. He loved this more than he should’ve.

Vocal cords grew louder as Shawn began moving in an erratic pace. Thrusting faster the moment he found a rhythm, not letting go of the man. Grunting muffles vibrated Corey’s nude skin, the pace surprised him. Gripping on the man’s jacket, he felt his legs numb from the sensation. Letting go a volume Shawn will never forget, he took it as a sign to continue the pace they were going, loving how honest Corey’s body became. Corey felt his entire body slowly drench in sweat. Hearing their love fluids mix in as the pressure continues｡｡ No longer thinking of the percussionist, yet his mouth yelped in pleasure.

Though it didn’t stop Shawn from moving his hips to satisfy Corey. Clenching onto the man’s bare ass, using his remaining energy as his cock grew bigger & bigger the deeper it went in. He felt his cock throbbing, desperately wanting to come though Shawn wanted to continue more. He needed to reach Corey’s climax before he could do so.

Suddenly his tip poked on Corey’s prostate, waking him up on whatever trance he was in as he moaned aloud｡｡ louder than before.

“ Sha｡｡ Shawn”, he moaned, “ Fuck Shawn! Shawn!”

“ ｡｡ Mmph- Corey｡｡”

His hot breath hit Shawn’s neck, creating goosebumps. Aggressively holding onto the man as the singer lifted his upper body, fingernails gripping on his back neck, catching a glimpse of Corey’s sex face. Shawn knew he was reaching it. Close to coming on his own, Shawn dug his face in him. Plowing deeper in Corey, hitting it multiple times, his body clench around the percussionist’s cock. Making it difficult for Shawn to fuck his brains out. Still, this isn’t bad. Having the singer of his own band in his arms, fucking till he goes retarded while moaning out a storm, he felt more than euphoric.

Giving out slow yet deep thrusts, Corey stared up at the ceiling, thoughts of the percussionist begin to fade. Hitting a bit too close to home. Feeling his own cock vibrate, he felt his own liquids spurt on Shawn’s coat.

Luckily the other felt unbothered, humping once more as his cock have out. Lowering his hips, eating his cock once last time, Shawn’s fingertips soothed his ass.

Kissing his prostate as it gushed all inside of Corey. Cumming out weeks worth of cum, excess cum flowed down to the percussionist’s boxers. Pumping out till there’s nothing left, it felt gooey all around. His stomach was filled & warm, though he missed being full by his cock. Shawn gripped once more, raising Corey’s hips, he felt his cock slipping out. Softly grunting from the action, Corey couldn’t do much to retaliate, not having the energy nor strength to do so. Weirdly, Shawn sensed a heartbeat inside of Corey’s hips. Throbbing in sensation, he playfully squished a bit of his body fat.

Laying down the man in his arms, once more, his cock rested behind Corey’s ass. Caressing him, he couldn’t help but feel love for the other. Gently brushing his hair, fingertips intertwined with the rustled hair strands sticking out. Feeling his heart beat in sync with his, Corey moaned once more as he doozie off｡｡ His head turn to mush, too tired to get up & recollect his thoughts. Luckily neither of them have plans after this.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment & relief, Shawn softly chuckled, leaving the man where he rightfully belonged.

The room remain quiet.

[slxsherwriter]

Hello and welcome to my depraved little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of slasher and horror characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of these characters and potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Masterlist mobile friendly || Non-slasher writings blog: @rewritethisstxry

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Who I write for:

Michael Myers (primarily Rob Zombie based)

Corey Cunningham

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Rusty Nail

Eric Newlon

Jesse Cromeans

Asa Emory

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Ethan Landry

Mickey Altieri

Jedidiah Sawyer

Tex Sawyer

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

John Ryder

Leslie Vernon

Ethan Belfrage

Dr. Richard Sommers

Lawrence O'Neill

Lawrence Gordon

Robert Englund characters

Wayne Jackson (A Good Day for It)

Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing)

Dr. Peter Andover (Fear Clinic)

Professor William Wexler (Urban Legend)

Doc Halloran (Behind the Mask)

Dr. Anton Rudolph (Python)

Jim Bickerman (Lake Placid)

Mayor Buckman (2001 Maniacs)

Warden Kane (The Funhouse Massacre)

Inkubus (Inkubus)

Sheriff Richard Berger (Heartstopper)

Scratch Monahan (Windfall)

Detective Gassner (Criminal Minds)

Mr. Meredith (Natty Knocks)

Tim Wexler (MacGyver)

Vaughn (Hunter)

Lyle Eckert (Walker Texas Ranger)

Costas Mandylor characters

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

The Warden (Death Count)

John Shepherd (Bloodthirst)

Agent Cole Bennett (Night of the Sicario)

Cylus Atkinson (The Horde)

Raymond Crowe (Saints & Sinners)

Jim (Blackout)

Chase Harper (Primal Doubt)

Stephan Lang characters

Norman Nordstrom (Don’t Breathe)

The Party Crasher (The Hard Way)

Miles Quartich (Avatar)

Fred Parras (VFW)

Holt Ramsey (A Good Marriage)

John Korver(Gridlocked)

Tony Cobb (Monkey Paw)

Nathaniel Taylor (Terra Nova)

Richard Brake characters

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane (3 From Hell)

Doom-head (31)

Dean Portman (Doom)

Otis Clairborne (RIPD 2)

William Colcott (The Gates)

Mr. Big (Bingo Hell)

Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang (The Munsters)

Norman Tyrus (A Good Day For It)

Bill Moseley characters

Otis Driftwood

Luigi Largo (Repo)

Darryl (Old 37)

Logan Burnhardt (Dead Air)

Frank (Fair Game)

Doc (Shed of the Dead)

Zach Garrett (Halloween)

Jake Spooler (The Practice)

Abner Honeywell (Natty Knocks)

Gimple (Minutes to Midnight)

Captain Harris (Welcome to Horrorwood series)

Farmer Sam (Hayride to Hell)

Bruce (Boar)

Jacob Sutter (The Horde)

Peter Van Hooten (The House of the Witchdoctor)

Deputy Henry Depford (Dead Souls)