#Korn imagine

[warnersister]

“koRn Masterlist”

Jonathan Davis🌽

->“Blue Ballin’” - Korn is a huge band now, he can have anyone he wants. But none of them are you, are they?

Brian “head” Welch👤

James “Munky” Shaffer🙊

->“Post Show Pleazures (Twizted Bliss)” - your band was performing as koRn’s warmup act on their world tour; a group significantly younger than the Nu metal heads - and Munky thought he could handle having you around, could handle his own hard on’s. But you’re a month in and Manchester proves otherwise.

[korn-dogz]

Korn Imagines (x reader)

Incudes:

Jonathan

David

Munky

Fieldy

Head

I wanted to give love to all the members (my favourite Korn member is David) oh and these are all friends to lovers (it’s my favourite trope)

David

Imagine David drunkenly confessing his feelings for you

-you and David were friends, you always knew he was kinda a playboy but you still liked him

-one day he got really drunk with the other guys and you just so happen to be around, you didn’t have a drink so you were the only one sober in the group

-you were having fun watching them be the drunk idiots that they were until you feel head slip his hand on your waist and smiles at you, you didn’t know how to react, until David spoke up “h-hey! Asshole get your hand off her!” David pointed at head

-you were so confused until head spoke “and *burps* what a-are you going to do about it tough guy?” Head slurs out. You had to stop this before it got out of hand “haha ok claim down you two” you tried to sound confident but in reality you were scared as shit

-“tch w-whatever” David says, you take heads hand off your waist and go over to sit with David

-“you ok?” You ask David while rubbing his back in a comforting way, the other guys were talking in the studio so they couldn’t really hear the two of you

-“y/n?….. do you…. Like me?” He said and looked at you with puppy dog eyes “well of course david! We’ve been friends since middle school” you respond “no… I mean like…. Do you love me like I love you?” There was a long pause “what?..” you say “y-y/n I have loved you for 7 years now, and I never loved a-anyone better” he hicups and then continues his sentence “that kind of love that I have f-for you, you only get it when you’re young and dumb, I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way about anyone else”

-“David I…” before you could finish what you were saying David cups your face and pulls you in for a kiss, you were taken aback but quickly kissed him back “David I love you too, I always have” you say while looking into his beautiful brown eyes, he puts his hands on your waists and pulls you closer to him

-he pulls away and looks at you for a good second before passing out on your lap, you played with his hair, you knew he wasn’t gonna remember anything he said when he woke up but it was still nice

Fieldy

Imagine fieldy getting you a flower for Valentine’s Day

-it seemed like you and fieldy were always just friends with befits, and he hated it, fieldy had been planning on confessing to you with the help of his other band members hyping him up, he finally got the courage to ask you, lucky for him, Valentine’s Day is tomorrow

-you had noticed fieldy acting a bit weird around you, you didn’t think to much of it, fieldy had gotten Jonathan to say some things about the two of you in front of everyone

-“so, y/n, do you have a valentines?” Jonathan asks you “….no, why?” You question him “oh it’s nothing, I just thought you and Reggie had something going on” you got flustered “m-me and Reggie? No we’re not… doing anything” you blushed and looked away. Fieldy on the other hand put on his pretend face “Jonathan knock it off” as he says that he secretly winks and him and Jonathan nods

-“judging based on her reaction, I’d say she probably likes you” Brian says “I don’t know dude what if-“ Jonathan cuts him off “she definitely likes you!” The other guys nod their head in agreement “just go ask her, I bet she’s gonna say yes” Jonathan pats fieldy on the back as a sign of encouragement

-“ fine, I’ll give her something on Valentine’s Day” fieldy gets nervous thinking of what you might say,

-valentines day is here and fieldy went and got you a beautiful red rose (cliché ik) he was practising the conversation in his head all night, he saw you and took a deep breath before walking up to you

-he hid his right hand behind his back and went up to you “hey y/n” you turned around and smiled at him noticing his hand was behind his back “oh hey fieldy! Happy Valentine’s Day by the way” you could see that his face was red “t-thanks you too” there was an awkward silence before he spoke up again “here” he said while handing you a red flower, you took the flower out of his hand and looked up at him “I just wanted to say that… Im in love with you, like a lot, I couldn’t take it anymore, i didn’t want to see you with another guy”

-he paused and looked at you, patiently waiting for an answer, you stood up from where you were sitting and cupped his face with one hand and the other holding the flower he just gave you. You pulled him in for a kiss that was long awaited, after a second you pulled away and looked into his eye “fieldy you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” fieldy without a word grabbed your waist and pulled you back in for another kiss “I love you so much y/n”

Jonathan

imagine Jonathan burns you a cd and the last track is something you weren’t expecting

-today was your birthday! You were so excited, you loved your birthday

-and why not spend your birthday with your best friend Jonathan? You invite Jonathan over for a birthday celebration, and you’re so happy he could make it

-you hear a knock at your door, you rush over to it to find Jonathan on the other side “hey Jon! I’m glad you could make it!” You smile at him inviting him in “I’m glad you invited me, happy birthday y/n” Jonathan smiles at you and pulls you in for a hug, you happily hug him back. When you pull away Jonathan grabs something out of his bag, it’s a blank cd

-“I made you a custom cd y/n, I hope you like it” Jonathan hands you the cd with a smile on his pretty little face “thank you jon!” You took the cd and looked on the back containing some of your favourite song, but the last track was listed as “unlabelled” you didn’t think about it

-you and Jonathan were talking and eating cake when you got an idea “hey! Let’s go upstairs and listen to the cd you gave me” you had a cd player in your room “yeah sure” Jonathan says a bit shyly

-you both head upstairs, you both enter your room as Jonathan plops on the bed as you play the cd, the cd was playing your favourite songs and you and Jonathan were singing along like it was karaoke, it was all fun until the last track “unlabelled” started playing 

-you had recognized the funky beat, it was eyes without a face by Billy idol, this was your favourite love song, you turned to Jonathan and smiled a small but sweet smile “Jonathan this is my favourite love song!” You say happily as you stare into Jonathan’s eyes. He has his big dumb smile on his face as he looks down and pushes a strand of hair behind his ear

-he was so cute it was killing you, you tapped on his shoulder gently as he turned his head around to face you, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He happily kissed you back as he put his hands on the back on your head, as the song kept playing you two were still sloppy making out. You pulled away “I love you so much Jon, there’s no one else I’d rather be spending my birthday with then you” he smiled “I love you too y/n please be my girlfriend” he hugs your tightly “of course Jon” you kiss the top of his head

Brian (head)

Imagine getting high with Brian and him confessing to you and it leads to something else (because he has a MASSIVE tongue)

-you and head loved to get drunk and smoke weed in his house, one day be invited you over for a smoke session, how could you say no?

-you went over to his house as fast as you could, you knocked at the door and not a moment later Brian was at the door “y/n! Come in!” Brian grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you inside his house, he plopped both of you on his couch and started to roll a joint

-you patiently waited as he grabbed a lighter, he took the first puff and passed it to you. About 10 minutes had passed and you and Brian were high as fuck, just talking to each other about the craziest things ever

-“h-hey y/n?” Brian said “y-yeah Brian?” You lifted your head up to face him, he didn’t say anything, but he got on all fours and crawled towards you, you were taken aback but didn’t move. He got closer and your foreheads we’re almost touching until he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you, you kissed him back as you could feel his tongue licking your bottom lip asking for entrance

-you opened your mouth slightly to let his tongue in, and when you did he shoved his tongue in your mouth. His tongue was massive and it turned you on to head to sounds of your lips smacking against each others, he kept on pushing himself into you as if you two weren’t already close enough

-you both pulled away and stared into each others eyes for a moment “you taste a-amazing y/n” Brian says while still in his high, he backs away a little before resting his head on your chest and he wraps his arms around your waist

-“I love you y/n” brain says as he closes his eyes and slowly drifts off into sleep. You didn’t say anything only patted his head and brush your thumb against his right cheek

James (munky)

Imagine helping munky light a cigarette

-you and munky had been friends since middle school and you always liked him, you saw his hair go through many fazes

-one day munky invited you over to the studio, he said that he wanted you to hear the song they were working on, munky had recently formed a band he said was called Korn, you arrived at the studio, you knocked on the door and someone with a buzz cut opened the door

-“why, hello, what can I do for you?” He winked at you “um, I’m looking for munky, he invited he here” the guy in the buzz cut looked confused but let you in “my name is David, by the way, yours?” He looked at you “my name is y/n, I’m one of munkys friends he said that he formed a band called Korn”

-“Yup that’s us, I’m the drummer, Jonathan is the singer, head is the guitarist, fieldy is the bassist, and munky is the other guitarist” oh respond with a ah

-David opened the door to the recording booth, there you saw a guy wearing a Adidas tracksuit and 2 other guys…. And munky! “Hey munky!” You waved at him, munky turned around to look at you “hey y/n these are my band mates-" he was about to say their names before you cut him off “Jonathan, head, fieldy, and David, right?” Munky stared at you blankly “yeah… how’d you know?” Munky questioned “David told me about you guys” munky nodded his head

-“I’m gonna be right back I’m gonna go outside” you were gonna go smoke but you didn’t want to say it in front of people you didn’t know

-the second you left the room fieldy spoke up “she’s a real cutie James, you’re lucky” the other guys nod their heads “knock it off Reggie” fieldy laughed “what? Do you have a crush on her or something?” Munky got flustered “N-No! Ugh, I’m going outside” he put his guitar down and headed for the place you were standing

-“hey y/n, you got a cigarette?” Yours was already lit “yeah I do here” you handed one, he looked at you waiting for a lighter but you decided to make a move, he put the cigarette in his mouth expecting you to take out a lighter but instead you grabbed his shoulders and lit his cigarette with the tip of your cigarette.

-he was taken aback for a second before he snapped out of his daydream “t-thanks" munky says, you giggled at him “you’re welcome James” you said. Silence fell but not an awkward silence, more like a comfortable silence, you broke it by tapping on his shoulder and kissing him on his lips, you could taste the beer he just drank, and the cigarette he was smoking, he grabbed your face and pulled you guys closer “I love you y/n I always have” he said and pulled back in for another kiss

[zivazivc]

this is the first drawing i made of all five of them together when i didn't have names or backstories for any of them yet. i only went back now to change flea's colors to the current design, the rest i left as is

bonus: floyd's first band fit + that time he went a little crazy with the (pop)korn phase (i laughed so hard when i drew him lmao, he has my hs self's fashion sense ��)

original:

[fourkicks]

my talent is seeing fred durst and jonathon davis in all media i engage with

[isbelevans]

Korn and Tonkla experiencing their own 4 Minutes where they run off together after university is such a tragically beautiful ending

[pine4pple-b0i]

something i think about often is what kind of modern things i’d like to introduce to the van der linde gang. at the top of my list? rollercoasters

[siopiana]

PLSSSSSSSSSSSS THIS IS TOO CUTEEEEE 😖

[skeletonfumes]

John Wick: Chapter 2 (2017) Chad Stahelski

[warnersister]

Post Show Pleazures (Twizted Bliss) - Rockstar!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

[Bradley Bradshaw x reader, rooster x reader]

Summary: your band was performing as DaggeR 1’s warmup act on their world tour; a group significantly younger than the Nu metal heads - and Rooster thought he could handle having you around, could handle his own hard on’s. But you’re a month in and Manchester proves otherwise.

Warnings: smut, age gap relationship 35//24, degradation, p in v, no protection, oral (m receiving), begging, basically Roo being a perv

This was originally about Munky from Korn, but it didn’t do well so if you’re into Korn maybe check out the original here

Rooster was a respectful guy, he’s midway through his umpteenth fucking world tour for God’s sake, a grown ass man. He kept his distance, stayed way back, promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable; only a young thing after all.

It was all fun and games until it came time for the bands to be introduced to one another. DaggeR 1 had sit in their studio and their manager had put on your music for them all to listen to before they agreed to anything, just like them - a Nu metal mashup with screaming and incoherency every now and then. And they had to admit, you could fucking sing.

And then it was organised, the posters printed, the ads sent out - Twizted Blizter would front for DaggeR 1 in their upcoming tour, formally meeting the week prior in order to get all your affairs straight. “I’m telling you dude she’s real good” Jake said, pushing open the door to the studio as himself and Rooster discussed you.

Rooster stopped in his tracks when he was faced with a young woman with her hands on her hips, stood like some undead Avril Lavigne, smoky eyeshadow, pierced brow, sharp dark nails and this stupid shit eating smirk that he could kiss off your face- wait what?

“Hey! This is the band I was telling you guys about!” Jake introduced you all to each member of the band, Rooster’s eyes lingering on you a little more than necessary. And as you shook his hand and your tongue protruded to wet your blackened lips, teeth bared as you grinned up at him and voice a hell of a lot softer than he expected judging on your voice’s ability to warp into some hellish chant. “It’s a pleasure to meet you” you say meekly, nails scratching his skin slightly as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from your own. “You’ve got rhythm” he tells you and you smile again, appreciatively “that’s what they all say” you reply with a wink. He hadn’t a chance to compute that underlying meaning that sentence suggested, before you shook Coyote’s hand.

“Y’ wanna watch the band?” Coyote asked, walking out of his dressing room; beer in hand. Rooster looked at him and shrugged. “Alright man” your set had already started, band already getting into their stride as the beat gyrated through the venue’s flooring. Rooster took a swig from the bottle as he watched you throw profanities into the mic; hair frazzled around your head, makeup running, sweat dripping off your body, nails digging into your thighs and creating crescent shaped indentations beginning to leak with blood as you scraped them up your skin like a satanic tattoo artist.

Rooster barely made it through the first song before he had to force his way back to the bathrooms, just to rub one out before the show - angrily cursing himself as he hated the way he thought about you, the way you carried yourself, the way he could have you. You were over a decade younger than him and this was disgusting. But as he climaxed and moaned out your name, it felt so goddamn right.

“Mr Bradshaw?” He heard from behind him as he prepared for his own set, head still foggy. He turned to see you staring up at him through your lashes, fingers on one hand fiddling with the index nail on the other, nervously chewing your lip. He gulped at the way you called him. “Yeah hun?” He found himself saying, like some pensioner talking to the teenage intern at the nutcase ward. “Did you like our set?” You asked him, tone dripping with nerves. “Holy fuck yeah it sure was good” he tells you with a smile “really?” Your face lit up as you took a step forward and he certainly didn’t step back. “Yeah. Damn good singer you are.” He tells you and you giggle giddily. “Thank you” you tell him, appreciatively. “I really look up to you as an artist, Mr Bradshaw.” You tell him, honestly. And he almost can’t help but think your honey-laced words are fakery for the horny shit you were doing ten minutes ago. “You do?” He found himself asking, dreamily. Get your shit together, man. You nodded in response. “It’s an honour to be working with you and your band.” You say with a child-like grin, your eyes darting down and up again as fast as they had. “Best of luck for your set.” You said, taking a sip of water. “Not that you need it” you tell him, pivoting and walking in the other direction.

Rooster sighs heavily and runs a hand over his face, seeing his flustered reflection in the mirror across from him, distracted by the obvious wet patch on his trousers. Did you see that? Shit.

And that’s how it went for the rest of the North America tour. You’d play, he’d rub one out, and then he’d head to the stage already dripping in sweat as he’d see your eyes watching him tentatively.

It was on the way to the UK tour when the two bands were mingling on the plane, Rooster excusing himself to get a drink and walking past your group. He looked at your face, sleeping soundly in the arms of your drummer who looked like a shitty Travis Barker wannabe, who raised an eyebrow at Rooster and smirked.

He felt his nostrils flare as he walked on, having to force himself to walk past the two of you again only to see not-Travis stroking your hair and pushing it out of your face and Rooster could tell it was clearly for his benefit. He felt a twisting pang of jealously in his chest as whatshisface threaded a hand under your thighs to pull you closer. Rooster just shook his head and walked back to his seat.

God this is so fucking wrong.

Manchester, England. Ironically where your band formed so you knew exactly where all the best bars were in the area - and as usual, your band was on before DaggeR 1 - your expression hazy and dazed as you blared into the microphone, clawing at your own skin with such desperation Rooster so wished you’d take out on him. And of course, he had to have his inaugural trip to a more private area to sort out his predicament before anyone saw the boner he was nursing.

In his dressing room, he sat palming at the obvious tent in his pants. Cursing himself as he urged his cock for some sort of relief, moaning your name reiteratively like some sort of sickened chant. “Mr Bradshaw?” He heard your voice from the door as you looked at him with widened, evidently startled eyes. “Shit! I-” he began before you slammed the door behind you, him hearing a “sorry!” Squeaked from you and he rushed to pull his pants up and sprint for the door, grabbing your wrist before you could go anywhere. “Did you hear that?” He asked and you gulped with a slight nod. “Shit I’m so sorry-” he began as you pulled your hand away “I didn’t mean to interrupt-” “you must think I’m such a pervert.” He says, running his hands through his hair. “Look I’m so fucking sorry, you must think I’m a real creep, I’m so much older than you and I’m rubbing one out after your sets and it’s disgusting and-” he rants. “Mr Bradshaw” you cut him off and he looks at you. “It’s ok.” You say and he raises his brows. “It is?” You nod “it is perverted but it’s okay cause I get off to you too-” you say honestly and he grunts involuntarily. “You what?” “You heard me” you reply and he grits his jaw. “I can help you Mr Bradshaw-” “shit” he swears and drags you back into his dressing room, making sure to shut the door tightly and pushing you against it.

“Are you okay with what I’m ’bouta do to you?” He asks and you consent “I’m a grown ass woman Mr Bradshaw” you say “I’m okay with it” “shit call me that again” “Mr Bradshaw?” He groans “yeah that” “Mr Bradshaw” his knees go weak and he slinks back onto his couch with a groan, watching you sink to your knees as you undo his pants and palming him through his boxers. “Please forgive me I’m so disgusting” he says, as you take him into your hand “I’m a filthy pervert” he breathes as you lick a stripe up the bottom of his cock “you’re too pure for a sick old man like me” he says, as your head begins to bob “I don’t deserve this.” He says, embarrassed how quickly he was building up to his orgasm “please make me cum” he begs as you hollow out your cheeks and he shoots cum into the back of your throat, throwing his head back as he watches you swallow his cum through hooded eyelids.

“Shit” he groans as he pulls you forward as he stands up, laying you on your back on the couch “how much do you like these pants?” He asks and you shrug as he uses a decent deal of effort to rip the flimsy material along with your underwear. “They were expensive though-” you sigh “shit I’m sorry. I should’ve checked, I’m such a sleaze. So desperate for you. I’ll take you shopping, I sound like some goddamn sugar daddy-” “Bradley, it’s okay.” You tell him and he groans pathetically as he sinks into you, your arms reaching around his neck as he peppers kisses onto your stage-sweated face. “M sorry. ‘M such a perv.” He reiterates again and again and you shut him up by kissing him firmly on the lips and clawing your sharp nails into his back.

“You are a perv” you breathe “‘nd this shouldn’t feel right” you agree and he cries out “I look up to you” you say “and I’m letting you down” he groans, feeling you hook your legs around his waist. “But I can’t stop it’s so good” he moans as he cums inside of you, watching your face contort in pleasure as you came moments after. “Shit I came inside of you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” “you’re good” you breathe with a smile, catching your breath as he pulls out of you and provides you with an oversized pair of khakis in lieu of your trousers in odder to accommodate the lack there of, collecting himself and looking at you, hands delicately reaching up to cradle your face as he looks you over, touch so gentle as if you were an antique doll. “M sorry you’re too good for me. He says, kissing your forehead. “It’s okay Mr Bradshaw, I liked it.” He groaned as you kissed his palm and leant into his touch.

“Oh Mr Bradshaw, I made your back bleed” you say, eyes full of concern as a drop of blood seeps onto your thumb. He takes your hand in his and licks the blood off your thumb “good I deserve to be punished.” He says, walking you backward until your back hit the door, leaning against it and effectively trapping you on it as he leans down to pepper your lips with hot open mouth kisses. “M such a pervert”

“Two minutes, Rooster” you heard from beyond the door as he moaned, frustrated. “You’ll be great, Mr Bradshaw. Like you always are” you tell him, eyes full of pride. “And I’ll be in here when you’re done” you promise and he whimpers “make sure you don’t have the pants on” he says, before smacking his own head “asshole” he curses himself as you open the door “go be great, Rooster” you say as he walks over the threshold. “Don’t you want a shirt?” You ask and he walks away with a bleeding back “nah they can watch me bleed knownin’ it was you, princess” he says, thrusting his hands into his hair as he cursed himself for being such a crude and corruptive son of a bitch.

And he cried and fucked you all over again once the show was done, feeling every bit guilty- but not really.

And in the following show, Leeds, he sat through your whole set and as soon as you walked off stage, he picked you up at the waist and slung you over his shoulder, marching running to his dressing room not really taking care as to who sees, offering a cocky look to your drummer as you head past him. “Pervert” he says under his voice “hell yeah I am!” He shouts with a holler as he licked the exposed skin on your upper thigh, “and she’s gonna fuck me and call me names until I feel so guilty I cry!” slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

[yujeong]

What are your thoughts about the pacing of the story? I've seen a lot of people saying that it wasn't well distributed I mean they didn't get enough GreatTyme for them to build this Real Connection between them. I see people saying they don't feel the connection between the characters. And then for Korn and Tonkla, people were saying they were such a big deal on the past episodes and suddenly no interactions between them after that fight. What do you think?

Anon, I would be lying to myself and everyone else if I expressed any negative thoughts or feelings about 4 Minutes, because I genuinely don't have any. The way Sammon and BOC chose to present this story is breathtaking and I'm so impressed and proud of what they've done with it.

I've seen all the complaints you mentioned and it makes me sad, I'll admit. 4 Minutes is a show that should be judged as a whole, not in fragments and certainly not in the way many fans have chosen to talk about it.

Especially about TymeGreat the complaints are pretty unfair, because we've gotten soooooo much about them and about their bond and about who they are as people, individually or together. It's a shame to judge a story this way and it makes your experience watching it worse.

About KornTonkla, it's pretty logical why their story is laid out the way it is. I don't know why someone would not like how their relationship has developed when that was the whole point to begin with.

I'm not delving into any of this further because I don't have the brain power right now, but basically what I want to say is that the pacing is perfect, if not a little too fast, all the characters have gotten their time to shine, all their stories are interconnected in a way that's deeply satisfying and fascinating to watch, and all the relationships make me want to eat my skin and light my house on fire.

I hope the final episode will conclude this wonderful show in a way that will stay with me for a long time, as the rest of the show has achieved so far.

[zerotab]

ANTONBLAST the Show (1994) Season 2 Episode 08 "Ball Busterz"

"A flashback to Anton and Annie's days as an inexpensive garage band, singing covers of underground tracks for small venues."

[askthekoopsandjr]

Iggy you like corn?

[k0rnfl4ke]

Day 2: Jealousy

(I am not caught up with QSMP so if anything is inaccurate I apologize)

I feel Jaiden must have felt a sorta of jealousy or resentment after she lost Bobby and I’ve been wanting to draw Leo sooo this is my excuse to draw them both :D

Also I’m not the best at backgrounds but I tried my best! I like it for the most part^^

[captainshorter]

I loved the ending of 4 minutes, i love how they both get to make better choices, and try to fix the mistakes they've made in the past. I cried a lot actually

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

I can't be the only one who thinks this...