#Jim Root X Reader

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

waking jim up at shit in the morning for sexy time hehehe

words; 1268

smut!

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“Jim?” You whispered. He snored in return, dead asleep.

Jim’s eyes were closed as his chin rested on your head. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, his bare upper body pressed against yours.

The hotel room was completely black. It was three in the morning, and you had joined Jim on tour.

Your body, along with your mind, had entered a restless and frustrated cycle. You weren't used to all of the travelling, and you'd found it hard to fall asleep at night.

You were in France, in a beautiful hotel. Jim slept like a rock but you just couldn't find any rest.

And you’d tried everything. You’d tried cuddling Jim, and then you'd tried sleeping alone. You’d tried sleeping without covers and then with them. You’d even tried popping a melatonin, but then you had to pee, and suddenly you were back at square one.

You just had this burning feeling, something you needed to get done to rest.

Your cheeks blushed red at the thought, your stomach tingling even more.

You needed Jim, and you had no idea as to what had incited this sudden need to be fucked by your boyfriend, but it was undeniable.

You shuttered at the thought, imagining how Jim would make you scream, and fuck the daylights out of you. You wanted that. So bad.

A wet spot had formed in your panties. You bit your lip, a tingling feeling washing over your whole body.

“Jim?” You whispered again, this time looking up, grazing his face softly.

He hummed in response, giving you a little squeeze, still asleep.

You snuck your hand under the covers, grabbing Jim’s thigh and raising it to curve perfectly between your legs. His knee was pressed against your cunt. He could surely feel the wetness between your legs on his knee by now.

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

“Y/N, no,” he mumbled and lowered his leg, removing it from your soaking cunt.

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

“Jim,” you pleaded, wrapping your arms under his, clutching him tightly, and placing kisses on his collarbone.

“I can't sleep, Jim,” you lamented. Jim sighed tiredly and kissed your forehead, eyes still closed, barely awake.

“Try,” he encouraged and puffed. “I've tried for the last three hours. I can't sleep,” you moaned.

Again, Jim just hummed in response, so tired that he couldn't think of much else to say.

You felt a bit bad since you weren't the one playing ninety-minute shows every night, doing interviews and rehearsals. It made sense that Jim was exhausted, but you had other things to worry about.

Your hand left Jim’s back and went down under the covers. You placed your cold hand on his thigh, brushing it slightly. The coldness of your hand caused Jim to flinch slightly.

You were so insistent, and your need for Jim only grew bigger. You just had to get him in the same mood as well, but it seemed impossible.

You let your hand travel further up Jim’s thigh until you reached the leghole in his boxer shorts. You bit your lip as you watched Jim’s face intensely, hoping for a moan or a smirk, but you got the opposite.

“I'm so tired, Y/N. Not now,” he grumbled and reached down to remove your hand from his thigh, placing it on his chest instead.

“I’ll never ask again, James, I promise,” you pleaded in a whispering voice. You felt nauseous, that's how sexually frustrated you were.

Just the idea of Jim pounding you, made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, just do something,” you cried softly and kissed Jim’s lips.

Jim, to your surprise, turned around, back facing you and continued to sleep.

Your bottom lip folded and you huffed, sighing as you stared into the ceiling, fully awake, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Jim reached his hand over for you to hold. He hated not having physical contact with you when sleeping. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.

You'd run out of ideas completely. Now, you only had one last dirty trick left.

As his hand rested on your thigh, you pulled down your panties, making sure that Jim felt what you were doing. You were completely naked.

As Jim’s hand rested on your thigh, you moved it up so far, that his pinky was resting on top of your cunt.

Then, the dirty trick. Your hand travelled down to your soaking cunt, running your fingers up and down your slit a few times, hand brushing against Jim’s as you began rubbing your clit, moaning a little louder than you normally would.

“F-Fuck, J-Jim,” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours. With your other hand, you held onto Jim’s forearm, squeezing it hard as pleasure rolled over you.

You brought his arm up and placed his hand on you breast.

Finally, he turned around.

“You're so goddamn stubborn,” he hissed and smacked your hand away from your cunt, replacing it with his.

He began rubbing your clit in a circular motion, kissing your neck while doing so. At the same time, you reached down, digging your hand into Jim’s boxers, straddling his cock, feeling as it stiffened up in your grasp within a heartbeat.

He moaned softly as you pumped his cock, making you produce equally loud moans as he pumped his long fingers in and out of you.

You felt it was reasonable if you took care of him for a bit. After all, it was you who woke him up just to fuck.

You rolled over, placing your legs on either side of Jim’s waist. You rode his cock for a while, grinding him before eventually pulling down his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

You grabbed a hold of Jim’s hands and placed them both on each tit.

He squeezed them firmly as you sank down on his cock.

A series of cuss words mixed with your name left Jim’s mouth repeatedly as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, head thrown back in pleasure, hoarse moans leaving your quivering lip.

He was deep inside of you, and if the light was turned on, you would've gasped at the sight of the bulge his cock created in your stomach.

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

He lifted you off him and stood on his knees just as you. He grabbed your shoulders and forced you down on all fours.

He gathered your hair in his fist and drove into you without a warning. You helped at the feeling of him stretching your walls completely. You were in pure bliss.

Jim squeezed your ass tightly as his hips smacked against your ass cheeks, creating a loud sound that echoed through the room.

Your face was buried into the pillow, which you bit into for dear life, trying to prevent yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jim continued his nearly painful pace, thrusting so fast that you could barely think. And the position allowed for extra depth, doubting if that was even possible.

“I’m gonna c-”

Jim grabbed both your hands and pressed them against your bag as he continued to thrust.

“Come for me, baby.”

You did exactly that, reaching your climax, nearly seeing stars as you tried to collect yourself, although Jim was still going at it. “God,” you cried and breathed heavily, not sure if your body could handle much more.

Jim came with one final deep thrust. He pulled out and threw himself down beside you, sweaty and all.

“Thanks for waking me. I think I needed that.”

[sugaslilsugabby]

No thoughts other than being sandwiched in between Jim and Mick while they make out to make you desperate, and got you feeling their hard cocks from behind and in front of you 🤤

I am very horny for men with long hair and beards 😩

[fritz-federleicht]

You should do Corey, Joey, and Jim with reader who’s a model!

... with reader who's a model (Corey, Joey & Jim)

Words: 968

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Corey:

- you remember many years ago when the first headline came up: Model Y/N and singer Corey Taylor a couple?

- that was the first time you were photographed together, Corey grinning and holding your hand while you laughed at one of his jokes

- he accompanied you to your apartment

- after that there were more and more rumors, positive and negative. Whereby it was more negative against Corey

- there were articles about your relationship. Why is a model like you with a bad boy like Corey Taylor? Or what do you see in him? Your relationship was not official yet

- you were not too famous as a model. You got jobs you liked to do. But there was one person you liked modeling for the most. And you do it over and over again. For Corey... well actually Slipknot. At some point he asked you if you could model for the store. Of course you didn't hesitate and said yes right away. Since then you model for every new collection

- when people suddenly saw you on the website it was clear that you and Corey are a couple. You officially confirmed your relationship

- all the attention didn't hurt you no. On the contrary. You got more jobs for designers that never considered you before

- whenever possible Corey accompanies you to fashion shows, sits in the audience and looks at you in love

- part of all the headlines were true. Corey was a bad boy. That's how you came to know and love him. But he quickly changed, became calmer and more relaxed because he finally had the love of his life with him

- eventually, all the headlines about you guys died down. The next ones were years later when you got married and later had your first child

- despite the fact that you are often far away from each other your relationship has lasted over the years and you are happy together

- Slipknot fans only know you as a couple

Joey:

- It is unusual to have a metal band as a guest at a fashion show, this night was probably the first time ever (maybe just because you begged the promoter to invite Joey)

- Slipknot is standing in front of the building, masks on and giving interviews

- you just wanted to check if they are already there, Joey sees you out of the corner of his eye and grins proudly under his mask

- next to him is Shawn answering a reporter's question

- you can't help it. You scurry to Joey and kiss the cheek of his mask, you can literally feel his smile

- as quickly as you came you are gone, the reporter and Shawn look confused. "Was that Y/N?"

- later the show starts, you look like a decorated Christmas tree

- you are supposed to end the show with your walk

- when it's finally time, you step onto the catwalk

- all nine members are sitting in the front row, Joey is sitting at the head

- it looks a bit funny, the men are sitting there bored in suits and masks

- when they see you they straighten up in their seats and watch your performance

- you pose at the end of the runway and turn around, wink at your boyfriend and disappear behind the wall

- Joey is speechless. How can you move so gracefully and seductively at the same time?

- Chris leans toward Joey, the long nose of his mask touching Joey's shoulder. He whispers. "You're really lucky." He pats your boyfriend's shoulder appreciatively

- after the show, pictures are taken with the models. Slipknot comes up to you immediately. They congratulate you on the successful performance

- Joey puts his arm around you. "You were wonderful honey."

- the photographer comes to your group and asks if he can take pictures, you agree

- Joey pulls you to his chest, the other members stand next to your sides like bodyguards

- days later the pictures appear in different fashion magazines, you find the strong contrast between your colorful outfit and the black suits funny

- in the future Joey accompanies you whenever he can

Jim:

- he really tries to be at every photo shoot or fashion show, to support you

- in the beginning he was not liked by the photographers because... well he is in Slipknot. But once they get to know him they find him quite nice. What should he do? Yell at everyone for no reason and destroy everything?

- when you're elegantly lolling in front of the camera he cheers you on, says things like "You look fantastic babe."

- in the breaks he comes to you immediately, asks if you are well, if you have eaten and drunk enough

- sometimes it happens that you model in your underwear, which Jim likes the most

- when you come out of the dressing room and are perfectly made up, he stands there with his mouth open

- when he first saw you like this, he came to you and said softly in your ear. "I think I'm in heaven. I just saw an angel."

- you slap his arm laughing, you've never heard such a corny line from his mouth before

- today he just stares at you, when you stand in front of a white wall and the light caresses you perfectly, nothing makes him happier than to see you like this

- when he then sees the resulting pictures... according to him they should be 'forbidden', no one else should get to see something like that except him...

- Jim keeps all the articles and pictures about you, he says he wants to show them to your kids later so they know how beautiful you are, but you know he just keeps them so he always has something of you with him on tour

[psych0-str1ngs]

A gangbang?!- Slipknot x f!reader

Authors Note: So it's just gonna be Joey, Sid, James, and Mick, very VERY early knot era. Also this is my first request. AND ANOTHER THING IS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A GANGBANG SMUT SO DONT JUDGE ME Y'ALL

Warnings: Choking, spanking, oral, cussing, p in v, brief mentions of drugs and alcohol.

I sat on the couch next to Sid and Jim, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand, and a joint in the other. I leaned my head on sid's shoulder.

"you know Sid," I slurred. "You are looking extra fine rn."

He looked, slightly sweating, he didn't respond, but instead made some weird kind of sound. I laughed. Joey sat on a chair, with his feet on the very edge, staring at mick and James. All of their eyes shifted from eachother's. They were basically talking with their eyes. Corey and Shawn had already went home from practice. I got up and walked to the door, falling all over the place. I giggled and walked out, walking to the bathroom. Walking into the bathroom I tried pulling down my leather pants. I was wearing a black lacy bralette, and black leather pants, with converse, and I was feeling myself to the max. I continued going piss and walked back into the main recording room. Now, all of the guys were staring right at me. Jim walked over to me, towering over me.

"Y/n," He started. "Me and the guys have an offer for you." He got closer.

Joey moved behind me and pressed himself right against my back, grabbing my hips. Now of course, I found all members of slipknot hot but I never expected to fuck any of them, let alone half of the band at once. We were all extremely high and drunk, and maybe if I was sober I would not like what's about to happen but I couldn't care less.

"Oh..." I said shakily. "What uh kind of offer?"

Joey starting kissing up and down my neck. "We want to fuck you y/n, all of us at the same time."

I let out a breathy moan. Sid moved down to right in front of me and started unlacing the front of my pants, looking directly up at me. Jim who was standing right next to me now moved my face to make out with him, his hand was firm on my face. Sid finally got my pants unlaced and pulled them down, licking his lips at the sight of a wet spot in my thong. Mick sat in his chair, watching me intently. Joey stopped kissing my neck and moved to take off his shirt. Mick walked up and lightly pushed Jim away from me, Mick wrapped his big hand around my neck, shoving his tongue down my throat. Sid started lick in between my folds. I moaned.

Jim stripped down to just his boxers, Joey doing the same. Joey and Jim watched the whole thing unfold. Sid suck at my clit, making my legs shake.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

Sid stopped and stood up, smirking at me. Jim came back over and threw me over his shoulder, throwing me on the couch. He bent me over the side of the couch, grabbing my hips roughly. Joey stood right in front of me and shoved his cock down my throat. Mick and Sid came over to stand next to me. They stroked themselves. Jim slammed his cock inside of me relentlessly, I moaned, the vibration shooting up through Joey's dick. The repeated thrusting into my mouth, combined with Jim's slamming his cock into me was a lot of stimulation. I almost immediately started shaking. Jim probably felt that I was about to cum so he stopped. Joey pulled his cock out of my mouth. I pouted.

"Don't pout so fast baby," Sid said, getting behind me, shoving his cock in. Jim gave hard thrusts but Sid knew how to work his hips while going fast. I moaned, as soon as my mouth opened, Mick shoved his dick down my throat. I used my hand to stroke the rest of it because it didn't fully fit in my mouth. I moaned on his dick, he grunted. Sid started talking.

"You're such a slut Y/n," He continued thrusting. "Getting fuck by four guys. How pathetic. I bet you like it huh slut"

I nodded slightly. I continued stroking and sucking Mick's cock, he came in my throat, pulling it out. After a few more minutes the guys switched spots again. This time Joey was behind me. He flipped me on my back, my head laying over the arm of the couch. Sid was now jamming his dick down my throat. By this point, my throat was getting sore, and it was so hard to control my legs from shaking.

Now I'm not gonna lie, mick and jim and sid were all great at thrusting but Joey. Joey was going fast and hard all at once. I moaned out almost like I was in a porno and my legs started switching, I started sucking as hard as I could. Jim quickly came, me following next .

I moaned loudly, as I started seeing stars. I felt hot liquid bursting out of my hole, spraying Joey all over his chest and cock. He pulled out and came on my stomach immediately collapsing on the other side of the couch. I immediately turned red, realizing what had just happened.

"You guys aren't gonna tell anyone right?" I asked.

"No of course not," Joey laughed getting up.

All of the guys started getting dressed, including me. After I got dressed I stuttered out my goodbyes and drove home. As soon as I entered my room, I stripped down and crashed on my bed, reliving the entire evening before quickly slipping into a deep sleep.

THE END! Enjoy loves

[writersmilex]

Slipknot Masterlist:

I have decided to finally make the masterlists. Here, are the collections of my Slipknot X Reader Insert stories. Both Imagines and Headcanons. Neatly organized and labeled, WITH the summaries this time. 

0# Sid Wilson___________________________

Look At Me!:  Sid is unhappy and jealous that Chris and Mick get more attention from (Y/n) than him. He will do anything to get it.

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Hype Out!:  Sid meets the energetic drummer of a new-comer band at a festival, (Y/n) has enough energy to keep up with him.

1# Joey Jordison________________________

Raw Flesh:  taking care of Joey's wounded hands for him.

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The Fuzz Illness:  Joey hasn't been seen in a while. He says he sick. So (Y/n) visits to check on him. And describes something strange.

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Feline VS Canine:  Joey and (Y/n) having a debate over cats and dogs.

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Neighbours Treat: (Y/n)'s neighbor Joey shows up at their door one evening with a homemade Lasagna.     

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Stubbornness aside:  Joey is sick and denies it. (Y/n) knows better and takes are of him.

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So Many Cats!:  In Japan, Joey and (Y/n) visit a cat cafe and it's cuter than they imagined.

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Cattitude:  Cat boy Joey. Behaving like your typical crackhead cat.  

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Not Fragile:  Joey's leg has broken off. And Mage (Y/n) helps to fix him up.

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Fance Tangle:  Joey's braids (Y/n)'s hair as they're distracted.

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Headcanon: Teenage sibling

Headcanon: Reassuring Joey

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1.2# Jay Weinberg_______________________

2# Paul Gray___________________________

Bad Jobs:  (Y/n) has trouble on their new job and Paul helps them with it.

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Raggedy:  (Y/n) has a hobby they're ashamed of. Paul eventually finds out.

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Headcanon: Bassplayer | Reader

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2.2# Alessandro Venturella________________

3# Chris Fehn__________________________

3.2# Tortilla Man________________________

4# Jim Root____________________________

Lucky Number:  (Y/n) gives Jim many good-luck charms, as they believe in the unlucky number 4. Jim thinks it's something else.

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Guitar Lesson Rival: (Y/n) is wants to learn guitar and asks the two guitarists for help. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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There, There:  Jim is having a tough time dealing with the pressure , (Y/n) visits at the right time.

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The Fuzz Illness:  Jim doesn't notice the changes until (Y/n) points it out.

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Slimy Creature For Show: (Y/n) finds a cool frog and shows it off to everybody. Only Mick and Jim seem to care.  

~~~~ Headcanon: Cute Jim Root

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5# Craig Jones_________________________

One-Sided Chatter:  chatterbox (Y/n) having a one-sided conversation with Craig.

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Spike Wall:  At a Meet and Greet event, (Y/n) gets a little uncomfortable with fans getting so close. Luckily Craig is there to assist.

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6# Shawn Crahan_______________________

Beautiful mind:  Shawn admires (Y/n)'s sense of creativity and artistic views. Once time (Y/n) has an artist-block and he helps them with that.

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7# Mick Thompson______________________

Guitar Lesson Rival: (Y/n) is wants to learn guitar and asks the two guitarists for help. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Slimy Creature For Show:  (Y/n) finds a cool frog and shows it off to everybody. Only Mick and Jim seem to care.

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Practice Makes Masters:  Mick and (Y/n) play video games together. Mick let's them win a round because they suck at the game.   

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Provoke Me?:  (Y/n) and Mick are out on a date. A fan dares to flatter (Y/n) in front of Mick.

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Bearable Hug:  Mick Comforts (Y/n) after they wake up from a bad dream.    

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Big Cat:  A Day in the life of (Y/n) and their Maine Coon cat; Mick.  

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8# Corey Taylor_________________________

Midnight With Corey:  (Y/n) has a nightmare and goes to the kitchen to get a drink and calm down. They meet Corey there too.

~~~~ Clever Route:  (Y/n) feels unsafe when walking home one day and calls Corey up for help.

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All Of\ Or Some of Them_________________

Time-Bomb:  slipknot is dealing with an aggressive, short tempered (Y/n).

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Party Lower:  Mick, Chris and Jim are called to pick up their close and drunk friend, (Y/n)

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Fall Flat!:  (Y/n) is overworked from working in the summer heat and nearly faints when going home. (loosely based with a personal experience of fainting)

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The Supporter:  at an interview. (Y/n) recalls their time with the band over the years.

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Talented Hobbies:  (Y/n), from another band has a secret hobby, but Slipknot finds out anyway.

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Headcanons_________________________

Slipknot As Cats

Offensive Humour

Slipknot and Hugs

Slipknot and Teenage Child

You are number 10#

First Kiss

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I don’t really write for Slipknot anymore, but these are still around and everyone is free to read them if you’re into this kind of stuff. 

[ims0vain]

Hey! Mind writing a fic about Jim getting really jealous and possesive of you while youre with him recording with the band in that mansion they rented for subliminal verses?? Dont have to of course, just an idea!

Hey Anon, thanks for the request! I’d love to write this for you! I’ll brainstorm the idea and get it out as soon as I can! Thank you! 💕

[unpurelemon]

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I will write anykind of story/headcannon, angst, fluff, smut, everything is approved. However, I will not accept pedophilia, rape, or incest related topics, that's obviously very gross and you should think about getting help if you want stories about those topics. Just saying.

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[murdrdoll]

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Hi ! I’m doll ! Here are some things to know about me & this page:

fanfic writer territory! I primarily write x reader / y/n fics, and they’ll be linked below in this post. If that’s not ur cup of tea then click away pls !

This page is 18+ - NSFW will be written, so MDNI pls !

I also love to post silly pics and memes I find online hehe

may also post some doodles and art oop

my primary fandoms as of now are Slipknot & Murderdolls/Wednsday 13 !

A lil’ bit abt me: 20 yr old goth artist who loves fitness, fashion & peanut m&ms !

one last note: heavy respect to all artists and people I portray in my posts; their work is not my property, and all purposes of this page are for entertainment. This is not meant to be a real reflection of them, or for them.

masterlist:

⚰︎ angst | ✶ smut | ‹𝟹 fluff

Slipknot

Joey Jordison

Joey likes to buy you makeup! (Joey x reader) ‹𝟹

[dislocatedshoulders]

I HAD A DREAM SLIPKNOT KIDNAPPED ME 😭😭😭

okok so basically I was walking into my living room and Joey just came outta nowhere and jumped on me and started carving stuff into my thighs (with a pencil???) to paralyze me or something, and then I passed out from the pain as the other members started coming from the shadows...

I REMEMBER RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS. I could hear them calling my name behind me and their footsteps slowly fade away as they were losing track of where I was running. IT WAS A ROCKY FOREST TOO, like I was climbing and rolling and hiding around everything when I saw them in my presence, hoping for dear GOD I would get out of whatever forest this was. I ran a bit more...

And then it was dead silent.

Any noises I heard were just animals or my feet crunching into the sticks underneath me. So I walked for a bit to catch my breath, hiding inside this one really big and bushy (is that the right word?) tree, right by the bottom of its trunk. I can barely recall curling into a ball, fear encasing my eyes as I could barely hear the sounds of the leaves crunching at a constant pace.

There stood the Clown in red as I saw from the branches being my only cover. He stood silently and looked around carefully, especially in the tree. He fixed his gaze on my face, perhaps a grin forming on his face as he called to the others, "I found her!" He knew my legs and body were too exhausted and weak to get up and run away. Even then, they'd probably catch me.

It was like within a single blink, all the members were formed around him as he walked closer. I don't remember what happened after that.

But hey, Jim and Clown showed me their goats!!! (They really needed to tidy up the place) 😚

And uhh... There were people in bird cages the boys trapped there for some reason, bleeding their skin off grabbing the metal bars and opening their mouths to silent scream... I don't even know how they were still alive, like their vocal chords were ripped out and such... ☺️

Anyways that was it, cheers! 😘💜

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

words; 1.761

smut!

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In all fairness, it's just a mask. A mask he allowed you to put on him before every show.

It's just a guitar, but he always played for you when you couldn't fall asleep at night.

And it’s just shoes— shoes that are normally huddled together in the hallway before you come home. It’s such a little thing that you shouldn’t be getting upset about, but it’s another thing on the list of things that you’d noticed about Jim's absence.

Things were so different in the house; it all felt so painfully empty. It was quiet, really quiet. So quiet that you sometimes felt as if you could hear the gentle thrumming of your heartbeat. You’d tried to fill the silence with music and the talking of the TV, but it didn't help to see his masked face on MTV every day.

And before you knew it, it was quiet again— quiet and empty.

An empty plate was still set at his place at the table. It went without saying; you missed him— a lot.

It was the first time in over six years that you’d been apart for this long.

Jim had gone on tour with Slipknot and for the first time - since you got together- you hadn't joined him.

It was Jim's call. The band was experiencing their ups and downs, and Jim didn't want you to be stuck with that for months. You understood.

The first couple of months, you thought you could handle it. It hadn’t felt much different then. But suddenly, it was as if anything that remotely reminded you of Jim would automatically set you off.

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t called, or at least tried to call — if you somehow managed to get the times correct— it was just not the same. 

You sighed frustratedly, flinging a paintbrush at the canvas. It stroked a harsh angry black line on the creamy-white paper. You’d been trying to find inspiration for that fucking painting but it wasn’t coming along so easy.

All you could think of was that twenty-four hours was a pretty long time, and you weren’t sure if you could wait that long to see him.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up from the painting as you heard a voice emerging from downstairs.

You shook off the thought. 

Those stupid voices had been appearing in your head for over four months, and you were not about to let them fool you once more.

You tilted your head slightly to look at the canvas from another angle. 

Maybe you could draw Jim. You could draw his face or his hands. Or maybe you could draw his dick. Yeah, you could draw his dick from memory with your eyes closed, it was almost embarrassing. 

You scoffed, how desperate could you get?

“What’s this one called?”

Wow, you’re even hearing Jim talking now? 

Fuck, what a loser. 

Was it healthy to be so in love that you could hear your boyfriend's voice when he was somewhere on the other side of the world? 

Surely, it couldn’t be.

“I know. A black beacon trying to blossom against the adversity of white?” 

A familiar voice chuckled from behind you.

You frowned, not turning around. If it was your thoughts then why did it sound exactly like something Jim would say? 

Shit, I really really have it bad.

“Really, not even a giggle? I’ve had a better reaction from my band mates—”

You heard a few steps coming closer.

“—and my girlfriend refuses to acknowledge my existence”

Okay. 

You were sure that you heard a small creak from that floorboard as if someone purposely stepped on it. 

Fuck, you weren’t not expecting anyone and the only person with a spare key is— was, well Jim. You glanced behind you slowly and cautiously, but before you knew it, you were stumbling up from the floor and jumping to wrap your legs around Jim.

“Fuck, I thought I was going crazy imagining your voice,” you murmured with your mouth against Jim's neck. He’s back. Your James. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

You looked up at him, arms hooked around his neck.

He was exactly as he was when he’d left and the feeling of just being around him again overwhelmed you. You felt so completely whole again and the thought tugged at your heartstrings.

You held him tighter as your lips trembled and tears welled up in your eyes.

Jim frowned, setting you down gently on the dresser. 

“Please don’t cry. You know it breaks my heart.”

“I know, I know,” You chuckled, trying to get rid of the traitorous tears that slid down your cheek.

"I just— I missed you so much. It’s just—”

Jim smiled widely as he flattened you up against his body again, forehead level with yours.

He placed a soft kiss on your temple

“I missed you too, babe, so fucking much.” 

He raked his fingers through your hair. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? I thought about you every single day. My little love all by herself, waiting for me.”

You grinned. God, you’d missed his voice and the way he talked, so relaxed that it never failed to excite you.

“I thought you were coming back tomorrow?”

“I left early,” Jim said, shifting your hair away from your neck. He gave it a soft peck.

“Really?” You were more than over the moon that he was here, but if he’d gotten in trouble over it, you’d feel horrible. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. Corey got sick and we cancelled the last show. I had to come back to my baby.”

Your cheeks flushed what you could only imagine had been a bright rose-tinted colour. 

"You’re too sweet,” you gushed. 

“Sweet is overrated-” Jim started, flashing that smirk.

”-Now take off those cute little shorts and panties. I need to taste that sweet cunt of yours."

You didn’t need him telling you twice before you were tugging at the clothes, the cool breeze instantly blew at your bare core causing shivers down your spine. You’d been waiting for this moment ever since he’d left and your fingers had never quite succeeded in satisfying yourself the way Jim did— does.

Jim sunk to his knees. Fuck. He ran a finger over your slit, playing with the juices and he groaned as it spilled deliciously against the wood dresser.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders.

“God Y/N, I’ve missed you.” 

Jim kissed the skin of your thigh right under where you wanted him the most. 

“You’ve always had a sweet cunt, always drenched and ready for me.”

Jim parted your lips with his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he looked up at you with pure fascination.

“God Jim— I need your mouth,”

Jim smirked at the sheer desperation in your voice. He plunged a digit into your hole. 

Shit, your walls clenched around his finger. 

The moment which you’d been longing for, was finally here.

“Where baby? You have to be specific.”

“On me, fuck—” You whimpered as his fingers bent in and out of you. 

You’d craved his contact for all these months and now, you had it, and overwhelming pleasure filled your body. 

Your cheeks were hot and flustered and there was entirely too much going on. “I need your mouth on my cunt, Jim. I just need you…..please.”

Jim grunted, delving his tongue deep into you. He glanced up at you with a hum that vibrated through you. 

“I— ’m so fucking close Jim—” You breathed heavily, trying to get your bearings correct, but his fingers were moving inside you with the same vigour his cock did.

Jim released your clit with a prominent pop. Your walls clenched tightly around his fingers with no particular pattern. He sunk his teeth into the flesh of your trembling thighs, sucking a blossoming bruising purple on the surface.

“Fuck—”

You couldn’t even begin to think properly as his lips trailed kisses up your body. You hadn’t come that hard in so long that your body was already weak from pleasure.

Jim smirked. 

“Look at you, baby. So fucking spent—” Your face was slippery with sweat, strands of hair stuck to your forehead. “— and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. “You missed me that much?”

“Yes—” You answer, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “I missed you so fucking much. I missed your fingers—”

Jim lined himself with your entrance.

“What else?”

“I missed your cock as well. So, so much."

Jim grinned, sinking his cock inside you slowly, only stopping when he was right at the hilt, your walls sucking him in naturally and he moaned at the sensation.

It was pure ecstasy as he began to move, pulling himself out before slamming his hips back.

“Faster—” After so long, you needed him now, rough and hard. “—Please, you need to go faster, Jim”

“Hold on, darling,” Jim growled out. “I haven’t fucked you in so long and you’re so fucking tight.”

Jim laid his rough hands on your waist, clutching you tightly.

“You know I love you, right?”

You smiled lazily, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm, I love you too— a lot.”

Jim bit your collarbone and increased his pace, pounding into you deep again and again.

You dug your fingers into Jim's back, chanting his name so loud that the neighbours were probably aware that he was back by now. But you didn’t care.

Jim hooked one of your legs around his waist, hitting you at another angle and you mewed at the way he hit your sweet spot.

“God I— Fuck—”

“You want to come again, baby?” Jim asked, kissing your neck.

“Yes, yes please—”

“Then come for me baby,” He growled and it didn’t take long before you were jerking against him, screaming out his name.

He captured your lips in his, kissing you heatedly, teeth and tongue smashed as he swallowed your moans. He continued to thrust, deep and hard.

“Fuck baby— I’m gonna need you to clench around me.”

“I— I can’t,” You managed to choke out, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

“Yes, you can baby,” Jim said as your eyes pricked red with tears. “I got you.”

You could feel the fire pooling in your abdomen as you used all of your energy to clench around his cock.

Jim let out a long, loud moan as he finally came so hard.

“God— I’ve missed you,” You said.

Jim pulled himself out of you. “Hmm. I’ve missed you too.

[sugaslilsugabby]

Vampire Jim Root, that’s it, that the post

[fritz-federleicht]

How they propose/ Slipknot x reader

words: 1432

FLUFF

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Shawn:

- i think he is a simple man

- probably you would watch a movie together, you're snuggled up to him

- at some point he looks at you and decides the perfect moment has come

- he takes a ring out of his pocket

- "Y/N will you marry me?" You wouldn't even know it until he lightly nudges you

- you look at him in wonder. After a short moment you answer him. "Yes I will."

- you snuggle closer to him

- He slides the ring over your finger

- extra: if you don't have children yet, he would like to have some as soon as possible

Craig:

- he has to get over himself, even if you've been together for a long time (it's a miracle he ever asked you out), he's just too shy

- after a concert he comes off the stage, the adrenaline is flowing through his blood, probably the only reason he has the sudden courage

- because he has been planning to marry you for a long time, he takes the ring out of his pocket

- he gets on his knee in front of you, "Y/N, do you want to make me happy until the end of my days?"

- you nod, tears of joy running down your cheeks (maybe also out of pride that he finally mouthed the question)

- a little crowd has formed around you

- he puts the ring on your finger

- you embrace, he even gives you a gentle kiss

- the audience claps, among them are also the other members of the group

Joey:

- he is a romantic man

- he has been planning the proposal for a long time

- when the big day arrives he doesn't let on, only in the evening you notice that he is excited

- you think it's because the new album will be released in the next few days, you try to calm him down

- in the evening you go to a restaurant, enjoy the togetherness

- afterwards you sit down in your backyard on a garden swing, candles burning

- you are cuddled up to him until Joey suddenly gets up and announces that he has to go to the bathroom

- afterwards he tells you that he really had to use the bathroom, but you know that he just had to encourage himself

- when he stands in front of you again, he runs his hand through his hair

- you watch him slowly sink to the ground

- excitedly he pulls out a box

- he looks up at you, "Y/N, will you marry me?"

- "What?" You don't realize it at first. "Do I want to marry you? Yes I do." You fall around his neck

- his arms close tightly around you

- He murmurs in your ear. "I've dreamed of this for a long time."

Chris:

- I think it's important to him to have everyone he cares about around

- that means you should be more of an open person

- probably he would ask you in the middle of a music video shoot

- one take is finished and the next scene is to be shot

- Chris suddenly gets down on his knee

- you think he wants to tie his shoes when in front of you Joey appears

- he grabs your hand without saying anything, you hear a muffled giggle through his mask

- he pulls you behind him until you are standing in front of Chris

- the other band members and crew gather around you

- "Babe, I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time. Will you make me the happiest man today and marry me?"

- all are silent and wait for your answer

- "I'm glad you finally asked that. Of course I do."

- everyone starts cheering, Chris jumps up

- he wants to kiss you, almost playing your eye out with his nose, you laugh

- "Sorry love." He caresses your cheek and quickly rips the mask off his head

- you press your lips together, smiling into the kiss

- the cheering gets louder

Paul:

- he has an appointment for a tattoo

- You accompany him

- he and the tattoo artist work together on the design

- at some point Paul calls you to him, you should also look at it again before he gets it stung under the skin

- you go to him

- "What is this?" The design consists of the question 'Will you marry me?" and two boxes with a yes and a no above it

- "What do you say?" He asks you

- "That you shouldn't tattoo it. Other than that yes I do."

- he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you

- he puts the ring on your finger

- shortly after you ask him. "Do you really want to get a tattoo or was this all just an excuse to propose?"

- his tattoo artist laughs and shows you a design. It's a detail of your eyes. Paul points to it. "That's what I want. What do you say?"

- "It's beautiful... my eyes."

- he grins. "That's what I thought."

Sid:

- he does it suddenly, you haven't even known each other that long

- but he quickly realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

- you just woke up, standing in the kitchen and making breakfast

- you look the same as when you got up

- Sid comes into the kitchen and he realizes that he only needs you in his life

- he puts his arms around you

- "Y/N will you marry me?" His head is on your shoulder

- you turn in his arms. "Of course I want to marry you someday."

- "No I mean it. Do you want to marry me? I don't have a ring, but I can still get you one." He says

- "Are you sure?"

- "Yes."

- you accept the proposal and kiss him softly

Corey:

- he's just as romantic as Joey and has been planning it for a long time too

- Corey blindfolds you, drives you to a place you have a lot of connection with (maybe where you met or confessed love)

- he helps you out of the car and leads you to a place

- "Babe you can take off the blindfold".

- you take it off, in front of you kneels Corey

- around him are thousands of flowers, your favorites

- he asks you the question that is most important to him. "Will you marry me?"

- you accept the ring, of course

- Corey starts to sob, at the same time he showers you with kisses, he is just so happy that you want to marry him

- he always thought he wasn't good enough for you

- at the end you are in each other's arms and cry out of joy

Mick:

- you're at work and you get a message from your boyfriend. "Honey, will you marry me?"

- you think he's joking and play along. Who asks something like that over the phone

- "Yeah, of course I will. Love you."

- "Love you too." He replies with way too many smileys

- you giggle and put your phone away

- as you enter the house Mick comes out of a room, wraps you in his arms and kisses you demandingly

- "Hello Mrs./Mr. Thomson."

- "Hello Mr. Thomson." You reply jokingly

- "I just couldn't wait any longer. I just had to ask you."

- your smile freezes. "Wait, you were serious about that question?"

- he nods. "I still have to give you the ring. I have it right here." He pulls it out

- "Give me your hand." You hold it out to him

- "I thought you were kidding." He laughs at your statement. "No, I was serious." "Oh."

- "Will you marry me anyway?"

- You nod. "Once agreed then it stays that way, honey."

Jim:

- Jim has written a song

- he asks you to sing the lyrics, he plays on his guitar

- he hands you the lyrics, "Don't read it yet. Not until you sing."

- you turn the note over immediately, "Sorry Mr. Root, I didn't know that."

- he mumbles something to himself

- he starts to play a melody and gives you a sign shortly after

- you start singing the first verse

- in it Jim obviously shows you how much he loves you

- in the second part he sings about your future together

- your singing becomes quieter and quieter, turns into a reading

- the song ends with a question. "Will you marry me?"

- "What?" You look at Jim, who looks at you, waiting

- "And what do you say?"

- "You really want to marry me?" He nods

- You fall around his neck nodding eagerly. "That was so sweet. I love you so much."

- "I love you too." He finally takes out the ring and gives it to you

[lizz-oi8]

Slipknot/ How they feel about an s/o who does piercings

Corey- Corey thinks having a S/O who does piercings is super cool. He let you pierce his eyebrow and he whined like a bitch while it was healing. You had to clean it because he would forget a lot. Once it was healed, he showed it off to everyone.

Craig- Surprisingly, he was afraid of needles. Although, he really liked watching you do piercings. Sometimes he would come to your job just to watch you do piercings. He likes to play with your piercings and sometimes he'll pull on them and ask if it hurts. Eventually, you convince him to get his ears pierced and he surprisingly liked them but he didn't want more lol

Chris- Chris loved that you did piercings. He wasn't really interested in facial piercings but he was interested in a different kind of piercings ;). He wanted a double-dydoe piercing. (it's a piercing on your dick) Just like Corey, he whined like a bitch about the healing process. In the end, he really liked it

Shawn- Shawn wasn't really interested in it. Sure, he liked that you did him, but personally, he didn't want any. He would buy you piercing stuff and new jewelry and stuff

Mick- Mick let you pierce his nasallang. He really liked it. He was really responsible with it, he cleaned it twice daily and he even checked with you to see if he could change the jewelry. He did complain a bit about the pain but he toughed it out

Jim- Jim was really interested. He let you peirce his septum and his nostril. Thanks to you, he became really interested in piercings. He would admire yours and he would always show off his own. He would tell everyone about your piercing skills

Sid- Sid loved it. He would let you pierce everything on him. He got his belly button, nipples, nostril, ears, and eyebrow. He was so excited, he got all of them done in one day. He didn't even complain about the healing. He was so happy when they were all healed. He would play with them and show them off

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Motorcycle Ride (Jim Root x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

This one ended up being a little shorter than I had originally anticipated, but hopefully you still enjoy it!! ❤️❤️ I'll make up for it with something I have planned in the future hehe. You visit Jim during a break in between tours. He asks for your help while he works on his motorcycle, promising to make it worth your while. Dedicated to @ghoulazrael for making me absolutely insane about these beautiful men 🖤🖤

WARNINGS: NOT EDITED! Legal age gap, swearing, overall fluff

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You weren't sure exactly what to expect when Jim invited you to spend the day at his place, but it was an offer you definitely weren't going to refuse. Your fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel as you pulled up the long driveway, heading into the garage where he had informed you he would be working until you got there. You call his name as you step inside, finding the mountain of a man laying on the floor working on his motorcycle. “Hey, come here, I could use a hand.” He slides over on the piece of cardboard he had laid across the floor, the only padding he had between him and the rough concrete. “Wanna grab that filter off the bench for me?” You pick up the small box as you walk past and hand it to him. “Thank you.” He responds with a charming smile. “Hold this.” You quickly take the oil pan he had removed from under the bike. “Just have to fit this guy on here, and we are good to go.” He swaps out the old oil filter for the one you had brought him.

“Not that watching you change your oil isn't the most exciting thing I've ever seen,” he chuckles at your sarcasm, “but I'm curious as to why exactly you invited me over.”

“Well, it's been about a month since we got home from tour,” your cheeks grow warm as he lets his gaze lazily run over your form, “and if I'm being honest I’ve just really missed having you around every day.” He clears his throat, shaking his head bashfully before meeting your eyes. “I wanted to see you, that's all there really is to it.” Jim was always outright and honest about his feelings, it was one of the things you really liked about him. “I figured I could take you on a ride somewhere, if you'd like.” A smile spread across your face in an instant.

“Really?” He can't help but laugh at how excited you were.

“Really.” He responds with a breathtaking smile of his own. “Anywhere you want.” You were honestly a bit shocked by his proposition. Jim never let anybody touch his bike, let alone ride it.

“Kind of sounds like you're asking me on a date.” You giggle.

“Maybe I am.” He winks, not giving you a chance to respond as he stands up, cleaning off his hands on his shirt. “I'm just going to wash up real quick.” You follow him inside, scrolling through your phone in his kitchen while he diligently washed the oil from his hands. “So, where are we going?”

“I don't know, surprise me, take me somewhere with a view.” You share a laugh.

“Easy customer, I like it.” He chuckles. “You want a nice view, huh?” He trails off with a hum, grabbing a towel to dry his hands. “Alright, I think I know a place. I'm just going to change my shirt and we can get out of here.” He winks at you, causing a flustered smile to lace its way across your lips. You wondered where he could possibly take you, a bit nervous that it was going to be a long ride. You had never been on a motorcycle before, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. “Where is that fucking sweatshirt?” Jim mumbles as he wanders back into the kitchen.

“What does it look like maybe I can– holy fuck.” You clamp a hand over your mouth as the expletive tumbles from your lips. He had his back to you, the sight of his strong, broad shoulders was just about enough to make you drool. Jim had entered the kitchen shirtless, searching for whatever sweatshirt he was looking for. You couldn't tear your eyes off of him, he chuckles when he notices you're staring.

“Like what you see, love?” He teases playfully. You stutter, trying to think of a response. He snatches a black hoodie off of a coat hook, shrugging it on before coming over to you. “You ready to get going?” You nod, your gaze dropping to his chest before quickly snapping back up to his eyes. He laughs, grabbing your face in his hand. “You're so cute.” He takes your hand, leading you out to the garage. He tosses you a helmet, instructing you to put it on. He started up the motorcycle, making sure everything was running smoothly. You fumbled with the helmet’s strap, struggling to fasten it. “Let me help you, beautiful.” You shiver as his fingers graze over your neck.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask excitedly.

“Where's the fun in ruining the surprise.” He smiles. He helps you onto the back of his bike before getting on himself. He walks the bike out of the garage, looking at you over his shoulder. “Are you scared?”

“A little.” You admit bashfully.

“You don't have anything to be scared of. I'm a really safe driver, I promise.” He reassures you. You place your hands on his shoulders, waiting for him to take off. “You're probably going to want to hold on a little tighter than that.” He chuckles. “Don't be scared to wrap your arms around me.”

“Oh, I think I'll be okay.” You quickly blurt out, happy he couldn't see your flustered expression under the helmet.

“Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you.” He informs you playfully. He pulled out onto the main road, the warm breeze was nice against whatever skin was visible under your gear: the helmet covering the entirety of your face, as well as a bulky leather jacket Jim gave you to wear. ‘Safety first’, he insisted. “Hold on tight, sweetheart.” Your heart races as the engine revs, the bike lurching forward, causing you to latch your arms around his middle. “Sorry.” He laughs out a half-assed apology. You wanted to be annoyed but you didn't have it in you. After a few moments you relaxed, your head coming to rest against Jim’s back as you watched the scenery whip by. He can't help but smile at the feeling of you clinging to him, your arms struggling to wrap around his muscular form. There was something about having you with him, it just felt right. He decided to take the scenic route to the area he had picked out, figuring you wouldn't mind racing down winding back roads on the perfectly chilly autumn day. One of his hands left the handle bars, coming to rest on your thigh. “How are you doing, love?”

“Good, this is really fun.” He gives your leg a gentle squeeze before returning it to its position on his handlebars.

You could have fallen asleep with how smooth the ride was, you could tell he was a very experienced rider. “Here we are.” You hear him announce as he pulls into a small clearing on the side of the road. You squeal as he wraps an arm around your waist, allowing him to easily lift you from the bike. He tosses you over his shoulder, making you laugh. You pound at his back, ordering for him to put you down, which eventually he obliges. He helps you unfasten your helmet before removing his own. You lean against the guard rail, looking out over the lake, a towering mountain of trees rising out of the earth on the other side. The warm orange glow of the late afternoon sun reflected in the water's surface. “You wanted somewhere with a view, right?” He remarks with a smile.

You nod in response, “A very nice view, and I definitely can't complain about the company either.” Jim breathes out a chuckle at your compliment.

“You know, I meant it when I said I missed getting to see you all the time.” His fingers ghost over your cheeks before he carefully rests his hand against the side of your face.

“I'm sure it didn't make that big of a difference.” You respond with a soft laugh, having trouble meeting his eyes.

“Sure it did,” he starts nervously, swallowing thickly. “Every morning on tour you’d come meet up with us for breakfast. I’d listen to you ramble on to Sid about your plans for the day… it was really cute.” He chuckles, making your cheeks grow warm.

“I was surprised when you texted me this morning.” You admit. “I didn't think I’d hear from you again until the next circuit.”

“Well, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, so–” he cuts himself off as he clears his throat. In one swift movement, you push yourself up onto your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for inviting me out today.” You whisper.

“Anytime.” You and Jim stay for a while longer before deciding to head back. This time once you were comfortably seated on his motorcycle your arms immediately slipped around him. You didn't want the ride to end, not sure if you would ever get the opportunity to be this close to him again. “Everything alright, love?”

You nod, “I'm just going to miss you when I leave, that's all.” Jim pauses for a moment, taking in the image of you still perched against his bike.

“You know, you could always stay.” Your heart begins to race as he slowly saunters closer to you. “I definitely wouldn't complain.” He chuckles. You swallow thickly, his eyes staying locked on yours as he towers over you. He carefully tilts your chin up with his finger, his gaze slowly trailing to your lips. Your breath catches in your throat as his lips suddenly land on yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you allow your hands to slide across his chest and over his shoulders. He easily lifted you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist. He carries you towards the house, both of you perfectly content letting your night continue just like this.

[ims0vain]

Hii I'd have a request for ur Black Bandana series! Maybe something like Jim & the reader being on tour in the earlier days of Slipknot and struggling to find peace and quiet for some alone-time? Potentially with some Fluff and Smut?

If not, thats completely fine & sorry if you already have lots of requests I don't wanna b a pushover!

Love your blog & ao3, take care💞

Hello! Thank you so much for the request! I do have a lot of WIPs 🥴 but I DO try and put people’s requests near the top and do those first. I love your idea and I will definitely write it for you! I’ll give it some brainstorming and hopefully have it out sooner rather than later.

If you have an AO3 and would like it gifted to you, just let me know and I’ll totally do that! Otherwise, I’ll drop your Tumblr name in the notes before the fic!

Thank you for your support! Take care! 😊❤️