#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

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

The new hire pt.4

Slipknot x Reader

Back at it again bitches, honestly I do love y’all a lot I just procrastinate so fucking much lol, also I’m possibly going to make this account a multi-fanbase but I want to keep my name and the layout the same. Also if you have any suggestions for me I can definitely work on it for yah! Peace and enjoy the long ass chapter!!

FYI the smut is only female because I feel like I wouldn’t be able to write male smut the way I do female smut, it’s nonbinary until the smut-ish, I’m sorry for this inconvenience and I’ll do better! Also if the smut sucks..sorry I’m still working on it lol! If there is spelling errors..let me know English is not my first language.

TW: Hungover Foreplay/Hungover Sex, Puke, Drug Use/Abuse, Physical Violence/Abuse, Broken Bones!

GW: Aftercare, Sweet Talking, Mental Health Care, Cuddling!

You stumbled out of the shower area all dressed and what not into Paul's arms..he looked at you before sighing and picking you up once again and walking back to the green room and heading back in there..He looked at everyone else and gave them a glare...

"I'm going to let them sleep with me tonight."

Paul left the green room as quickly as he entered, it was dark out..He had no sense of time but he would once he got back to the band’s trailer/tour bus. His footsteps were heavy and with step he took the dead grass and twigs would crunch loud enough for the crickets near him would go quiet til he passed them. You could feel his skin become more tender and hotter as he continued to walk, some sweat from his forehead dripped off and on to your cheeks.

His heavy breathing intensified by the more steps he took, eventually he managed to wander back to the trailer. He paused and grunted while fishing through his jumpsuit pockets and eventually gave up trying to look while holding you in his arms

As the moon hung low in the sky, casting a dim light over the packed parking lot that once was paved but now was taken back by nature, grass and weeds were everywhere including the nightlife of insects. You groaned softly as you were vaguely aware of the feeling of being lifted up by Paul and off his chest then you were gently set down on the dead, crunchy grass..Paul got up in your face and told you to just sit still for a moment, you chuckled softly at this statement. Paul leaned back and stood back up, he could still smell the vodka lingering on your breath, you felt the cold metal of the fender on the tour bus.

Paul leaned against the door of the bus and began muttering under their breath as they rummaged through their pockets, searching for the elusive keys. The grass crunched beneath his feet, the only sound was stillness of the night apart from the occasional chirp of a cricket.

Frustration erupted on his face before he finally found the set of keys in his back left pocket of his jumpsuit, with a small sigh of relief he unlocked the tour bus door and stuck the keys back in his pocket and gently picked you back up before carefully carrying you in the bus and finally then you felt the soft touch of bedsheets. He leaned down and softly mumbled in your ear, it sent a fuzzy feeling throughout your whole body..goosebumps soon appeared.

“You’ll be more comfortable here..”

Not before long Paul tucked you into his bed with his extremely gentle hands..your eyes winced softly as Paul flicked on one of the lights in the bus so he could see where his clothes were..He softly gurgled as he began to take off his clothes..he jumpsuit came off in one piece and fell to the floor with a very wet sound emitting from it..You blinked rapidly and moved your head to look at the source of the wet sound..

His movements were slow and gentle as took off his undershirt, Paul wasn’t muscular but he wasn’t out of shape either. He was just kind of fluffy with his build, but it wasn’t a turn off..it fit him perfectly well. Paul ran his fingers through his sweat filled hair, slicking it back. He had a couple of large and small tattoos but you couldn’t make out all of them besides the bands logo on the back of his right forearm and the name on the back of his left calf. You couldn’t tell if he knew if that you could see him changing but his next action didn’t answer the question it made it more difficult.

After he took his undershirt off, his back was completely exposed, you could tell he had a couple of deep claw marks on his back, like he was a god at laying it down with women. You watched him strip his boxers off and throw them down on the floor, it made the same sound that the jumpsuit made.. You gagged a bit, knowing it was all sweat. He cleared his throat and began to speak up;

“You really overdid it tonight and tomorrow it’s going to hurt like hell”

He shook his head and chuckled; you couldn’t even be mad he was right, he knew that you knew it too. Yawning gently you became focused on him again. You could tell he was about to turn around and quickly turned your head back into the little shelf like bed. He groaned and scratched his back, before digging around for a pair of boxers and quickly putting them on. He yawned while grabbing a white tank top, then grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants and put them on.

“You still awake over there?”

He asked while making his way over to his bunk bed.

“Yeah..”

Closing your eyes and pulling the covers up and over your face. You felt the side of the bed dip a bit before that side of the covers opened up enough for the cold air to reach your legs, soon the covers were closed again and Paul was now in the bed with you. He pulled the covers up around the both of them a bit more, he draped his arm around your waist and gently pulled you a lot closer to his chest, his chin rested on your head as you both began to drift off to a very deep sleep.

The next morning

As consciousness tentatively tiptoed back into your realm, your skull throbbed with a relentless rhythm, a cruel reminder of the debauchery that ensued the previous night. Sunlight filtered through the modest curtain, casting sporadic rays that danced upon the confines of the bunk bed, bestowing a semblance of privacy. With a guttural groan, you shielded your sensitive eyes from the intrusive brightness, the mere act exacerbating the pounding ache within. Shifting gingerly, you found solace in the warmth emanating from Paul's form nestled beside you, a comforting presence amidst the aftermath of revelry.

Blinking rapidly so your vision would clear up, you realize how close you actually were with him..his arms were very tightly wrapped around your waist. You felt his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm against your back, their bodies were pressed against each other in a very intimate embrace.

Suddenly, you felt the unmistakable feeling of a firm and strong presence against your inner thigh. With your heart skipping a beat or two you realized what it was—morning wood, a sense of embarrassment and arousal washed over you. Eventually Paul stirred beside you, his grip on your waist tightening slightly more as he shifted in his sleep. His face was so very peaceful, his features softened by slumber. You couldn’t help but admire him even in your extreme hungover state.

You gently tried to move yourself from his very strong embrace, but atlas his arms only tightened around you more, pulling you even closer than before and bringing his morning wood a bit more closer to your sex, You could feel his cock softly pulse against your sex. The heat of his body against you was so intense, you somehow found yourself enjoying this very intimate and intense moment between the two of you.

After a few moments, Paul began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as he became very aware of you and his presence between your legs. He chuckled softly before biting his bottom lip a bit. He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“Good morning dollface, how did you sleep?”

His husky voice sent a shit-ton of shivers down your spine along with giving you goosebumps. He smiled sleepily as he realized how they were positioned. A devilish grin appeared on his face but it wasn’t a bad one. He moved one of his arms off your waist but he still had a very strong grip on it and moved that free arm up to your chest and moved his hand up to your face cupping it while making you pucker your lips.

“I’ve been with my fair share of women and none of them have been able to do what your doing to me right now”

He gently rubs his thumb against your cheek, tilting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes were serious. Your heart fluttered a bit from the words he was saying, your stomach twisting and turning from the extreme amount of nerves and excitement. You couldn’t deny that you didn’t feel something between you and him but you had only known him for a day. There was a massive amount of chemistry.

“You must feel it, it feels like burning electricity”

Your breath became caught in your throat as you were meeting his gaze, you felt a surge of emotion hit you like a massive tsunami. Your head began to nod slowly, you were unable to tear your eyes away from his intense gaze. With a small smile his leaned his face closer to you and your lips connected like a lock and a key..Paul ran his fingers through your hair again and again til he wrapped it around his hand and gently pulled it causing you to left out a small groan.

The pulse from his cock started to become rapid, he obviously needed to be inside your tight holes but it knew you definitely deserved to be eased into it. After all he knew you were going to melt in his hands if he just went straight to that. You could feel the heat between the both of you, somehow this desire had been simmering all night long without you knowing but right now it felt with it was going to consume you all. Paul broke the kiss, he was out of breath and so were you..brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re sure a pretty little doll..y’know that?”

You blushed a bit as he chuckled at you, he let go of your waist and pulled you up to sit on his groin. You felt his cock run along your holes.. you were sure that you soaked your panties completely along with your small shorts you had on..

“A mess already…my little mess”

His hands trace the shirt you have on, he pulls at the hem of the collar while looking at you..he slowly pulls it off and puts your shirt to the side of him, his eyes light up and focused on your beautiful breasts, before looking at your belly and stretch marks.. His hands snake their way behind your back and on clasped your bra and takes it off for you, putting it by your shirt he took off.

“Fucking hell, god you’re so heavenly..your belly is so beautiful and your stretch marks are perfect..your a real beauty”

You blush heavily as his hands move towards your breasts, he cups his hands around them and they’re cold and rough from all the calluses he gets from playing bass. Your nipples become extremely hard, he chuckles and smiles before moving his thumbs against them and going in an upwards and downwards motion while occasionally pulling/pinching in the process. You let out a few soft moans while looking at him..He seems to love playing with you.

“There we go, come on let me hear my good girl”

He pinches and twists your sensitive nipples causing you to let out a little louder moan..you bit your lip and looked at, giving him the look to just fuck you already but no he wasn’t going to let you that easy even though he was just as impatient as you were. You felt his cock pulse a lot more and you began to grind against it, your wetness was already heavily soaking his sweatpants. He let go of one of your breasts and trailed his hand down to your aching area, his hand slipped into your shorts easily. He let go of your other breast and wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up just enough to slip your shorts and panties off and put them next to your other clothes. He moved his arm from your waist back to your breasts and gently began to play with your nipples again.

“Be a good girl for me”

His hand slipped into your wet folds and slowly started to rub your already sensitive clit, you moaned slightly as he began to play with your pussy. He smiled and pinched your clit softly, that sounds you and your pussy were making definitely deserve to be in a porn video. Your constant stream of wetness, whining, and moaning was what he wanted. He slipped a finger into your hole and he grunted a bit as he realized you were extremely tight, he slowly pulled and pushed his finger in and out while watching your facial expressions.

“Based on how you’re taking my fingers, you’ll struggle to take me..but don’t worry I’ll treat your beautiful pussy just right”

He slips another finger in and slowly picks up the pace, his fingers were moving like magic, he knew what he was doing and he knew that. He smiled and grunted as he slipped another finger in, he had three of his fingers in your tight little pussy, his thumb began to rub against your clit while doing this, he was going to make you cum before you took his cock..he just wanted to make sure you were prepared for that.

“You gonna cum for me, my little doll?”

Your eyes flooded with tears a bit and bit your lip and your head nodded up and down as he was playing with you…any second now the flood gates were going to open. He sped up while fingering you and rubbing your puffy clit. Soon you began to cum, he felt you start and he started to fingered you deeper and harder..You gasped, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure intensified. Every touch, every caress, sent a jolt of electricity through you, bringing you closer to the edge. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest like a massive drum, matching the rhythm of his movements. You felt a tightening in your stomach, a coiling sensation was telling you that you were extremely close.

And then it happened, a massive wave of pleasure crashed over you, sending you spiraling into a pit of ecstasy. You cried out, your voice cracked with the sounds of pleasure and surprise, as you rode the massive wave, your body trembling with the release. As it subsided, you collapsed onto him, spent and breathless, a smile of pure bliss on his and yours lips. In that moment you felt free.

“Oh my, you made such a big mess..”

Paul took his fingers out of your pussy and brought them up to his lips, he looked at you and licked them clean while keeping eye contact. He spoke after clearing his throat.

“You taste divine, princess”

Paul wrapped his arms around your waist again as you were against his chest, lifting you up enough for him to be able to pull his sweat pants down to his knees, he did the same to his boxers..his cock had a lot of pre-cum drooling out onto his white tank-top along with his stomach..He groaned and he gently laid you back onto his chest.

“Now princess, I’ve got to asked..do you want me to where a condom? I know how to pull out but it’s up to you..”

You groaned and told him just pull out and that you’re on the pill, he smiled.. His hand reached for his cock so it would be easier for him to guide it in and with his other arm he wrapped it around your waist. You arched to his touch, your body responding to his with a hunger of its own. Slowly and tenderly he guided himself into your tight hole..it was dripping wet and hugging his cock all around. He grunted almost immediately, your bodies were joined as one now.. He looked at you while trying to figure out if you were ready for him to begin..

“If it starts to hurt, let me know and I’ll stop”

You gave him the all clear, then he began to thrust himself into your pussy nice and slow..Paul was average length but he was extremely thick..it hurt when he first started but your body started to get used to it..soon their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, he felt a surge of desire coursing through him. You lay on top of him, your eyes locked on his, your body inviting him closer with every thrust.

He positioned himself beneath you, his hand resting on your back as he guided himself slowly into you, their bodies joining in a slow, steady rhythm. With each thrust he felt a deep connection forming between them, a bond that was more than physical. He watched your facial expressions, them being made by a mix of pleasure and ecstasy. As they moved together they both began to grunt and murmur to each other.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me princess..ohh you squeeze me just right..”

Paul was grunting a lot more and beginning to go a lot faster while tightly gripping your waist. You cried out in ecstasy and he started going faster..your arms wrapped around his back and you started to claw his back Ike the many other women before you, but this time it was special. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in a sea of sensation and pleasure.

As their passion reached its peak, a wave of pleasure surged through both of them, building to an almost unbearable intensity. He could feel your body tensing beneath him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Cum with me princess..”

With a final, desperate thrust, he felt himself losing control, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation that consumed him. At the same moment, he felt your body arching into his, your nails digging into his back as you cried out in ecstasy. Paul quickly pulled out his cock and then it sat in between your stomach and his. Their cries mingled together in the air, a symphony of pleasure and release. Time seemed to stand still as they rode the wave of sensation together, their bodies moving as one in a dance of pure ecstasy.

As the wave subsided, they collapsed into each other's arms, their bodies spent and their hearts racing. In that moment, they were no longer two separate beings, but one, united in the blissful aftermath of their shared climax.

“Are..you okay? Did I hurt you at all?”

You said you were okay in a very raspy voice..He looked at you with a gentle smile and brushed your hair out of your face. He rolled onto his side and you followed him movements. Laying on your clothes he took off early..He peppered your face with small simple kisses.

“You and me should probably get cleaned up, the guys could be back here at any moment…”

His husky voice echoed throughout the empty tour bus, he gently brought his hand up to your face, cupping it in the process. He gently lifted you off of him, your skin was covered with yours and his bodily fluids..He smiled again as he got you to your feet and then hopped out of the bed after you.

“Hey doll, this stays between you and me forever…”

He arched his back against the bunk bed like frame, his back soon began to pop in all sorts of places. He groaned as this happened, but he stopped and looked at you. You looked at him wondering why he was so focused on you. Clearing his throat and gesturing towards the nape of your neck, you moved your head a bit and noticed the massive hickey that he gave you.

“I didn’t think it would bruise that bad…my apologies”

Time-skip because I said so…let’s make it mid afternoon!

Soon it was beginning to get dark, the crickets and the frogs began to do their nightly routine of annoying the fuck out of everyone. The tour bus was crowded when all of them were in there..you felt bad for Mick but Jim especially..he had to duck his head a lot.. and curl up into a ball to fit in the box of a bed they were given…

“Fucking crickets…I hate’em”

Sid said, while picking at some scabs on his legs..They were kind of disgusting..some were bleeding and some were just not healing properly because he picked at them..

“Aye..Y/N..how you doing since last night..y’know?”

Jim asked, and you looked at him then at Paul before saying you were fine and Paul took care of you really well..Paul smirked at your response..

“When are y’all back on the road again?”

You quickly noticed that Mick was here, normally he wasn’t but Mick was Mick…

Mick savored a slow sip of his beer, his gaze locking with Clown's intense stare across the dimly lit room. With a subtle crackle, Clown rose from his seat, his knuckles popping in anticipation as he strode purposefully to a nearby side table. There, amidst a clutter of papers, he withdrew a single sheet, unfolding it with deliberate care.

“Tomorrow, we’ve gotten one more set to play before we leave town…since someone called out last minute..”

You rose from your seat and approached Clown, extending your hand to take hold of the paper, eager to inspect the set list. As your eyes scanned the lineup, you couldn't help but notice the challenging transitions between songs, pondering how you were going to seamlessly navigate through the new lineup.

“Any reason why they pulled the plug last minute?”

Clown stood in silence, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind as he grappled with what to say. Eventually, with a resigned sigh, he abandoned the internal struggle and opted for brutal honesty. "Fuck it," he muttered, his voice heavy with emotion, as he revealed the devastating truth: two of the band members had succumbed to a fatal combination of meth and fentanyl overdose.

“Apparently, their normal dealer got arrested and they needed their fix so they went to some sketchy dealer and got a bad batch..”

Sid's laughter echoed hollowly in the dimly lit room, a jarring contrast to the somber atmosphere. His intoxicated state dulled his senses, blurring the lines of propriety as he grinned recklessly. With a careless gesture, he plunged his hand into his shorts pocket, retrieving several small baggies containing a suspicious white substance.

“The party is only getting started..care to join us Y/N?”

You regarded him with a mixture of disbelief and incredulity, as if the gravity of the recent tragedy hadn't fully registered. Sid's smirk only added to the surrealness of the moment, his nonchalant admission about his drug source eliciting a skeptical raise of your eyebrow. His cavalier attitude momentarily quelled your rising anxiety, but the allure of the forbidden still lingered in the air, tempting you to embrace the reckless abandon of the night. With a silent vow to seize every moment, you pushed aside your reservations, reminding yourself of the fleeting nature of existence.

In a dimly lit room, all ten of them huddled together, their laughter mingling with the low hum of conversation. The air was heavy with the scent of cheap beer and cigarette smoke, casting a haze over the scene. Empty bottles clinked against each other as hands reached for another round, their movements sluggish with intoxication. You were, surrounded by a sea of drunk masculinity; but you held your own. Soon a defiant glint emerged in your eyes as you took another swig from your beer bottle, joining in the night's debauchery. As the night wore on, the mood grew increasingly raucous, fueled by the potent combination of alcohol and adrenaline. In the midst of it all, small baggies of white powder circulated discreetly, their contents eagerly consumed by eager nostrils.

As the first lines of cocaine coursed through their veins, a wave of euphoria washed over them, drowning out the noise of the party and sharpening their senses to a razor's edge. Colors seemed more vibrant, sounds more intense, every sensation amplified to an exhilarating degree. Yet beneath the surface euphoria lurked a darker undercurrent, the insidious allure of cocaine whispering promises of invincibility and escape. With each subsequent hit, inhibitions melted away, replaced by a false sense of confidence and power.

In the dimly lit corner of the room, Sid’s eyes locked with those of Joey’s, a brief exchange of words escalating into a heated confrontation. The music throbbed in the background, a pulsating rhythm fueling the tension between them as egos clashed and tempers flared. Words turned to blows in the blink of an eye, the violence erupting with a ferocity. The chaos of the party faded into the background as adrenaline surged, driving him to strike out with reckless abandon.

Amidst the chaos, shouts and curses filled the air, mingling with the sounds of scuffling bodies and shattering glass. It was a blur of motion, a whirlwind of primal instinct and pent-up aggression unleashed in a frenzy of violence. As the dust settled and the adrenaline began to ebb, Joey’s chest heaved with exertion, his knuckles bloodied and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

In the pulsating heart of the party, amidst a whirlwind of laughter and music, the psychological effects of cocaine played out in vivid technicolor. Conversations became rapid-fire exchanges, words tumbling out in a frenzied dance of wit and bravado. Tempers flared and egos clashed as the drug fueled a sense of grandiosity and entitlement. But as the night wore on and the initial rush began to fade, a sense of restlessness crept in, accompanied by the gnawing emptiness of impending comedown.

Then everything went dark.

In the harsh light of dawn, the party faded into memory, leaving behind a trail of shattered illusions and frayed nerves, a stark reminder of the fleeting highs and devastating lows of cocaine's grip on the human psyche.

[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

[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! 😊❤️

[thatsauceysauce]

Hiiii can you write joey jordison with a virgin reader (fem)

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-what he’s like-

gently kissed and bit your thighs

rubbed circles on your hip with his fingers

was slow and sweet at first

was rougher once you told him you were okay

left hickeys all over your neck

100% played with your tits like dough

once he was going quicker he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb

he praised you on how wet and pretty you were

after you both finished he ate you out

once you fell asleep he held you and brushed your hair, braiding it.

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im sick n dont feel good but ill do a pt 2 (MAYBE) with more details