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[ghost-in-the-hall]

Annoyance (Corey Taylor x Fem! Reader) SMUT

Hello hello! This was a request for cutie_maggot on AO3! This is my first time really writing Corey, so hopefully it turned out alright. Thank you so much for reading!!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, ADULT CONTENT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT, porn very little plot, swearing, degradation (some praise), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mask kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, if I missed any please let me know!!

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Divider Credit: @adornedwithlight

You had decided to wear a new dress you had just bought to the show tonight, something you specifically picked out because you knew Corey would love it. Which, he definitely did, the moment he laid his eyes on you his hands were already drifting over your body, whispering in your ear how he can't wait to tear that dress off you with his teeth later tonight.

The problems started with Shawn.

“Well, don't you look pretty, bird?” You didn't have to look at him to know his gaze had settled onto the curve of your ass. That was strike one. You could already feel the annoyance rolling off Corey in waves.

“Get your eyes off my fuckin’ girl, Shawn.” He spits, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist, dragging you into his side.

Strikes two and three came at the same time. 

Corey trusted you completely, he knew that his pretty little girlfriend only had eyes for him at the end of the day. But, he still couldn't stop himself from getting a bit jealous whenever you would receive attention from someone else. 

Jim knew he ran the risk of pissing Corey off, but he couldn't deny how cute he found your flustered expression as he complimented you. “That dress looks very pretty on you, love.” He rests his elbows on his knees, smirking as he watches your eyes nervously dart away from him.

“I think someone likes having all the attention on them, don't you, pretty girl?” Your heart races as you meet Mick’s playful gaze, never one to miss an opportunity to leave you a flustered mess, for better or for worse. “Corey is one lucky son of a bitch, isn't he Jim?” He chuckles, bright blue eyes trailing hungrily over your tiny form, like an animal sizing up its prey.

Jim lets out a hum of approval, “lucky, indeed.” He responds, letting each syllable carefully roll off his tongue. They both chuckle as they’re called to line up to head out on stage.

“Just wait until I get my fuckin’ hands on you.” A shiver runs down your spine as Corey growls in your ear. He grabs you by the waist, pressing your body flush to his. You can feel his hard cock press into the curve of your ass. “I've gotta make sure my girl doesn't forget who she belongs to.” He nips at your skin, making you yelp. You don't miss the dark, lust filled expression in his eyes as your gaze meets his. You wish him luck, he presses a hot, heady kiss to your lips before joining the others. 

After the show, he was quick to get you alone, pushing you into an empty dressing room. Corey growls, roughly pinning you to the wall, a hand on either side of your head. “I just can't leave you alone for a single fucking second, can I?” He asks in a low, dangerous tone. “I turn my back only for you to let my band mates drool all over you, is that right, baby?” Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his sharp teeth pass over the sensitive skin of your neck. “I guess I can't blame them though, can I? My girl just looks so pretty, how could they keep their eyes off you?” His lips crash against yours with bruising force, your knees giving out underneath you only to be held up by Corey's strong body pressing into yours. “Who do you belong to?” He growls against your lips.

“You.” You can't stop the smile from tugging at your lips, your heart racing as you answer his question.

He breathes out a chuckle. “Prove it.” He smirks, gaze dropping to your pretty lips. “On your knees, princess.” You immediately give into his request, your knees coming into contact with the rough, ratty carpet with a dull thud. He grabs your chin tightly in his hand, keeping your eyes locked on his as he slowly unzips his jumpsuit, bright blue irises staring back at you from the black pits where they sat behind his mask. You pull your lip between your teeth, unable to keep your eyes off his erection as it struggles against the confines of his boxers. “I've been waiting all night to be able to use that filthy fucking mouth of yours.” His fingers slide into your hair, roughly tugging at the strands, making you let out a soft moan. Your hands slide up his legs, settling on the waistband of his boxers. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work.”

He keeps a tight grip at the nape of your neck as you lean in, running your tongue along the base of his cock all the way up to its angry, red tip. Corey curses under his breath, dragging your outstretched tongue back and forth across his member. “Dirty slut.” He breathes out through a chuckle. “That’s it, get me nice and lubed up so I can fuck you stupid.” He groans as he pushes the tip of his cock into the warm cavern of your mouth. “I’m going to fucking ruin you to make sure those assholes can never come close to making you feel as good as I can.” You moan around him as you feel his hips stutter, easing his cock into your mouth. He presses into the back of your throat with a groan, a devilish smirk passing over his features as he hears you choke around him. He eases it out of your mouth just enough to allow a gasp of oxygen to slip down your throat only for him to slam back into you again. Tears began gathering along your lashes with every harsh, unforgiving thrust, eventually sliding down your cheeks, leaving red streaks in their wake. You feel his fingers twitch, a low growl rumbling from his chest before he pulls you off him. “Don’t want to get too carried away now, do we?” He asks with a shuddering breath. He pulls you up to meet him, lips crashing against yours as he stumbles blindly in the direction of the couch in the room. You yelp as the back of your knees connect with the cushions, sending both you and Corey tumbling down into the worn leather. He grabs hungrily at your waist, hoisting up your hips in order to slip your panties down your legs.

“You look really pretty in this dress, baby. It’s too bad I’m going to fucking ruin it.” He growls, pressing the air from your lungs as he sinks his full weight into you. You gasp as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, he chuckles as he feels you claw desperately at wherever you could reach. He grabs your wrists in his hands, pinning you to the couch below him as he feverishly bites and sucks at your neck. He pushes your dress up to your hips, swapping both wrists into one hand as the other slides in between your legs. You whine as he starts to draw slow, tight circles on your clit. You moan his name as you buck into his hand, he chuckles at the sound of your needy whines. “What's the matter, baby?” He coos, keeping up the same sluggish pace. “Not enough?”

“Corey, please.” You whimper. “Wanna cum in your fingers.”

He smirks, “is that right? My little slut wants me to make her cum, hm?” You nod, pushing yourself against his fingers, desperate for any more friction than he was giving you. You let out a loud, broken moan as he slips two fingers inside of you. “Someone's really needy, aren't they?” He teases you with a chuckle, making your cheeks grow warm. “Look at that greedy little pussy, taking my fingers so well.” You gasp as you feel him scissoring you open, preparing you to be stuffed full of his cock. He expertly crooks his fingers into a spot that had you crying out, desperately grabbing onto him as white hot pleasure seared across your entire body. 

“Corey.” You whimper his name, nails digging into his arm as you feel the coil in your core winding impossibly tight, ready to snap at any second. Your thighs shake uncontrollably as you finally come undone.

“That's it baby, fuck.” Corey growls, fingers fucking into you at an animalistic pace as he pushes you through your high. Your arousal coated his hand, beads of your slick dripping down his wrist. “Again.” He orders firmly, not slowing as you feel pressure building in your core once again.

“I can't.” You respond weakly. You yelp as Corey suddenly pulls his fingers out of you and delivers a harsh slap to your clit.

“I said, again.” He growls dangerously, returning to his previous, vicious pace. His thumb presses roughly to your clit, fingers dragging deliciously over your sensitive walls. He works you right up to the edge, leaving you gasping and clawing at his wrists, before expertly tipping you over the edge. You sobbed as he repeated the the process two, three, four more times. Your body jolted as he tells his fingers against your clit. “Dirty girl.” He chuckles.

He flips you over onto your hands and knees, heat radiating off his chest as he blankets your back. He grabs roughly into your hips, his fingertips pushing into you in a way that you knew would leave bruises behind. You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “By the time I'm done with you you're only going to be able to think about me.” He groans next to your ear. Your knees threaten to give out as he eased inside of you, a strong arm wrapping around your waist in order to hold you upright. Corey curses as he bottoms out inside of you, hips molding to the curve of your ass as he pulls as your supple skin. “You always take me so perfectly, baby.” He coos, making you moan as he eased himself out to the top only to slam back into you. “Always doing so good, just for me.” You gasp at the feeling of his hot tongue running up the side of your neck, your thighs trembling as his pace gradually begins to increase. “Gonna have to fill you up, make sure everyone knows that pretty pussy belongs to me.” He tangles a hand in your hair, pushing your face down roughly into the couch cushions, the other delivering a sharp smack to your ass. The room filled with the sounds of your fervent moans and whine, his cock mercilessly pumping into your slick heat. He chuckles as he feels you tense, your gummy walls attempting to clamp down on him with every last remaining bit of strength as you come undone. You scream out his name as he roughly runs at your clit, tears streaming down your cheeks as you writhed underneath him, the overstimulating pleasure knocking the breath from your lungs. He pulls you up by your hair, you whine as he bites down harshly on your neck, a growl bubbling up in his throat as you feel his hips start to stutter. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He snarls against the side of your face, a groan leaving him as he presses as deep inside of you as he can manage. He curses, hips rocking slightly as you feel his cum pool inside you. “That's my pretty girl, letting me fill her up.” He presses his lips to the top of your head. He keeps himself connected to you for a few moments, sweat dripping from his chest and into your back. 

He begins to soothingly stroke his thumb over your stomach. “I'm gonna get you cleaned up, okay, baby?” He says softly, helping you into a more comfortable position before cleaning up his mess. He looks around the room, managing to find his stuff in order to slip the oversized shirt from his bag over your head. “I'll help you finish getting dressed in a minute, come here, love.” He collapses into the couch next to you, opening his arms for you to crawl into. He cradles you against his chest, fingers carefully carding through your hair, a drastic contrast to how rough he had been with you. “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy.” You respond, making him chuckle.

“You doing okay after that, baby? Was I too rough?” You shake your head, fidgeting with his fingers as a soft smile settles into your lips.

“No, you weren't, I promise.” You lay your head against his shoulder, your eyes meeting his bright blue ones. “You really don't like it when the others compliment me, huh?” You giggle.

Corey chuckles in response, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, carefully kissing each knuckle. “I just don't like people trying to take what's mine, baby.”

“You know I would never leave you, right?” 

“Of course I do. I trust you completely, you're my girl. But, I know they're a bunch of fucking animals.” You both laugh. “I love you, and I'm so happy you're all mine.”

“I love you, Corey.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Now, how about we finish getting dressed, and we head back to the hotel, I'll see if the kitchen’s still open, maybe they can make us a pizza.” He offers with a laugh.

“You might have to carry my back, I don't think my legs work.”

[antique-forvalaka]

I dont vibe with the Korn/Chan ship at all. In fact, for my peace of mind i will henceforth treat Daddy Korn as a non-sexual entity.

The dude fucked exactly 3 times and that was enough.

[lumosinlove]

I'd kill for a good coming out story rn, maybe Sirius? Or Remus?

Remus sat gingerly on his bed, knees pulled to his chest as he watched Sirius get ready for the night. He told himself he was waiting for a lull in the routine activity to call him over, but he didn’t deny himself the view of Sirius pulling his clothes off one by one. Sweater, tie, he left his shirt on but unbuttoned while he toed off his shoes and pants, until going back to the shirt and walking to the bathroom in his socks and underwear.

“Hey,” He sauntered back out, toothbrush dangling from his lips, “You feel like Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Remus’ tongue felt tacky with nerves, so he just shrugged one shoulder. It seemed to be the response Sirius was hoping for because he nodded, switching his toothbrush to his other cheek,

“Right, me ‘either. ‘Spose to rain. We ‘ould just take o’er the dorm, just relax—“

“Pads, can we talk?”

Sirius cut off abruptly, blinking at the suddenness of Remus’ words, before sucking a string of toothpaste back into his mouth and wiping his chin, nodding, “Yeah. “imme a ‘econd.”

Remus swallowed, listening to the sounds of the faucet being run and cut, keeping his eyes on the bedsheets until the entire bed bounced with Sirius’ weight. When he looked up, Sirius was criss-cross in front of him with a soft, concerned smile on his face.

“You alright, Moons?”

Remus nodded, clearing his throat, “Yeah, ‘m fine, I just gotta tell you—” He stopped, licking his lips, “It’s no big deal, well, it is.”

Sirius’ brows creased and he nodded, “Okay, that’s—okay, well, ‘m here.”

Remus bit his cheek, “Um.” He pushed his hand through his hair before wrapping it around his leg again, “So, you came out last year, yeah?”

Sirius’ expression shifted and Remus knew he was guessing as to what was about to happen. He quickly caught himself though, “Uh-huh.” He leaned forward, “It was…well,” the corner of his mouth lifted in the same soft smile that Remus liked to think he saw more often than anyone else, “you know how it was.”

Remus did. Sirius had come to the Potters in the last weeks of August with a black eye and equally blue ribs and he’d told them why. When they’d arrived back at Hogwarts, it had slowly got out until he made sure everyone else knew too. Except for a few Slytherin hiccups, he’d been flush with support and congratulations—even a few invitations to Hogsmeade from two Hufflepuff boys and one Ravenclaw. Remus—secretly—had thanked Merlin he had politely declined. Finding out Sirius was gay had been the push he needed over his internal edge, it had made a burning heat flare in his chest that had stayed simmering for the entire year; that still burned in him sitting on this bed.

“Hey, don’t look so sad, Re.” Sirius ducked his head until Remus saw his grin, “I had you, and Prongs, and Pete. Lils, Marlene…And myself. I’m living true, y’know?”

Remus, still worrying his cheek, nodded silently again, “Yeah.” Then a little louder, “Yeah.”

Sirius tilted his head, “Re.”

The soft voice cracked something in Remus and he looked up, “Hm?”

Sirius scooted a little closer, “You can tell me anything. You’re my—“ Remus prepared himself for the friend, but it didn’t come. Sirius redirected the sentence, “We’re us.”

“I know.”

Sirius let them sit in silence for a few moments until, “Are…"

Remus figured it was now or never. Stop, lose the nerve, or dive right in, “For a long time I…I viewed it as just another thing that was different. That people would look at and say, you know—I mean, I don’t know, he’s different. Not that that’s such a bad thing but, but—“ Remus hooked his fingers together around his knees, and let out a long breath, closing his eyes briefly before meeting Sirius’ again, “What I’m trying to fucking say is that I was comparing it to the wolf. And I never had to ‘come out’ about the wolf, did I? You guys figured it out and were okay with it and so it was…easier, if that’s even the right word. But you guys were there and still talking to me so it was okay.”

Sirius sat forward, hands pressing to the tops of Remus’ knees where they were pulled against his chest, “Re, god, this is—“

“No, I know, I know—“

“This—"

“No, let me say it.” Remus sat forward a little, trying not to think too hard on Sirius’ palms on his bare knees, “I’m gay.” It was a weight rolling off of his tongue, “I like boys and I realize that that’s not the same as…”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “As turning into a bloodthirsty werewolf?”

Remus blinked then let out a snort, “Don’t look at me like that.” Sirius let out a laugh of his own, squeezing his hands and making Remus flinch, his own laugh escaping as he yanked out of Sirius’ grasp, “That fucking tickles. Yes, okay? Telling people I’m gay is not the same as being a werewolf but…I mean, you get it, right?”

Sirius nods, leaning back on his hands and trying to ignore the fact that his heart was going a million miles a minute, “Yeah, I mean, it’s scary, Re. I would know, take a look at my family.” Sirius let out a sigh, letting his head loll onto one of his shoulders, eyebrows pulling down, “Probably didn’t help that you know how bad it was for me for a while but,” he shrugged, “like you said. I had you guys. And I feel…for myself, and now for you, I’m proud, yeah? To be who I am. That’s not scary, that’s fucking brilliant and it overshadows any fuck-heads out there who might say different.”

Remus let out a shaky breath, “Yeah. God, I feel…” Another long breath paired with a laugh.

Sirius joined, “Next stop, James.”

Remus shook his head, “I’m not nervous about them.”

Sirius’ smile stuttered, “Oh. But…you were nervous about…me?”

Remus shrugged, looking away, “Yeah, a little, I guess.” Because now that you know, could you like me too?

Sirius sat up straighter, a strange look passing through his eyes, “What, did you think,” The smile was gone now, “You thought I wouldn’t be okay with it?”

Remus’ eyes snapped back to his, “What? What? Oh my god, no. No, Pads—“

“Remus, I’m gay, what the hell—“

Remus felt something snap in his chest, “Exactly.” He clamped his lips shut, “Fuck. I mean,” he closed his eyes, tilting his head back, “Ugh. Yes, I know you are, that’s why I was nervous.”

Now or never.

Sirius was not calmed, “What does that even mean? Wouldn’t I be the most fucking understanding of anyone?”

Remus groaned, “Yes, but—You’re gay.” Sirius blinked at him and Remus gestured wildly between them, “And now you know I’m gay. And so…now that you know, I thought…I hoped…” His throat was closing up.

All the anger from Sirius’ face dropped in a moment, his eyes wide and lips parted, “Re.”

Remus blinked at him, feeling terrified and small, “I’m kind of hoping you can guess what I’m trying to say this time too.”

The room was still for a few beats, and Remus was aware of nothing but Sirius’ frozen stare on him. Then fingers were hooking into the hem of his t-shirt at the back of his neck and he was being gently tugged forward until he met a warm mouth. Remus stopped breathing, and it was only the hand tightening at the back of his neck, joined by another gripping his shoulder, that made him thaw.

He sighed into the heat, into the hands, melting under the fire in his chest that popped and blazed, and the matching fire that was Sirius. His own fingers unlocked, looping Sirius’ wrists and releasing his knees which parted for Sirius to crawl between, pushing him down to the pillows.

Sirius’ dry lips snagged on Remus’, breath huffing against his skin in a soft phrase, “How’m I doing?”

“So good.” Remus pressed his palms under Sirius’ shirt, splaying on his back, feeling the low laugh against his palms and chest.

They kissed until the the lock on the dorm door jiggled. Sirius rolled off him just as James entered, followed by Peter.

James offered them a little salute, yawning, “Hey, lads, y’alright?”

Remus let out a panting breath, vaguely aware that his cheeks were flushed, “James, Pete, I’m gay.”

James froze fractionally in the process of tugging his sweater over his head. Only a tuft of black hair was sticking out as he nodded, “Oh. Cool, mate.” Still, the sweater didn’t move but a finger pointed from one of the half-off sleeves, “Is that why Sirius is in your bed right now?”

“Yes.”

James turned blindly in Peter’s direction, but the smile was evident on his face, “Ay, Pete, we live in a fucking love nest now—“

It was all Remus caught before Sirius had his wand out, swishing the curtains closed and whispering a silencing charm.

[officialpittacuslore]

1, 4, 22 for the salt one

I’m gonna just do books because I could rant about Pokemon and game ships I used to like and hate from my youth for days and no one has time for that

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*LL - N/illa and J/ohnrina, especially J/ohnrina jfc, stop pairing people up based off of pain just because of some wall painting bullshit when they’ve had almost four interactions prior CP - Literally anyone and P/arse in a serious context, I’m on board with ships for jokes and laughs like P/atater is like a laugh to me tbh but like who invited KP to the docks before he goes through the development he needs RQ - I mean.... M/arecal rn doesn’t make a lot of sense from where the books left off and especially while Cal continues to be the giant penis that he isACOTAR - Draklin with anyone because he can go back to making sad pop music and E/lucien became a big no after ACOWAR, mating bonds =/= perfect relationship and option available and I’m in belief that the mating bond thing was constructed entirely with only F/eysand in mind 

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*LL - N/illa used to be popular lol, it died off after a whileCP - P/imms I feel like used to be also but I haven’t seen anything about that ship in forever, it got slainRQ - I mean I personally don’t really like Mareven but that’s the only line I feel like I could draw, I’m open to any RQ ships as long as they’re done well and I trust Victoria a lotACOTAR - E/lucien af, I can’t do it anymore

22. Unpopular character you love?LL - John DAMN Smith and I mean this as in unpopularly liked since he’s the main character so obviously he’s popular in another way; I could make an LL fan starter pack based off of the two favorite characters this fandom has lolCP - Is anyone unpopular in CP anymore tho? I mean I guess I don’t see a lot of Nursey stuff floating around as much as some of the other characters which is a TRAVESTY because he’s a BABERQ - does daddy Maven count because he’s grown a lot on me tbhACOTAR - everyone is unpopular compared to Feyre and Rhysand tbh, maybe Helion or Tarquin, they’re perfect children and someone needs to pull them away from their diversity plug narrative