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Hello dear! how are you? hope ok <3 i really love your writing and would love to ask you for a smut request (only if you want) i would like it to be an imagine of joey finding y/n masturbating and moaning his name, only if you want you can add sex rough and maybe degradation. take your time <3 please and thank you 💗
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧
love this! thank you for the request!!
warnings! smut, smut and very much smut! rough sex! degradation, punishment, fingering and so much more
summary; joey teaches reader a lesson for thinking she could do better than him
words; 1569
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IT WAS LATE, and the house was too quiet. Joey wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but you couldn’t wait any longer. The need had been building all day, a slow, simmering burn that you’d tried to ignore, but it was impossible to deny. Your body ached with longing, a desire that only he could satisfy, but he wasn’t here.
Your fingers itched to touch, to find some relief, and before you knew it, you were naked on your bed, your hand between your legs, searching for the pleasure, the one only he could give you.
Your mind was filled with thoughts of Joey—his hands, his mouth, the way he commanded every inch of your body when you were together.
Your fingers moved in desperate strokes, slick with arousal, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped from your lips, his name on your tongue like a prayer.
“Joey,” you whispered, the sound of it spurring you on as you dipped your fingers deeper, chasing the release that teased at the edges of your consciousness. Your back arched off the mattress, your breath hitching as you imagined him here, hovering over you, his intense eyes locked on yours, his voice rough and possessive as he told you how much he wanted you.
But no matter how much you tried, no matter how fast or slow your fingers moved, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. Your frustration grew, a whimper of desperation escaping your lips. You needed him. God, you needed him so badly.
Lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door open, didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. All you could focus on was the growing ache between your thighs, the pressure building, and how close you were—so close—when suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of your desire like a knife.
“Enjoying yourself, kitten?”
Your eyes flew open, heart lurching in your chest as you turned your head to find Joey standing in the doorway, his expression dark and dangerous. The shock of being caught was like ice water on your skin, and you froze, your hand still buried between your legs.
“Joey,” you gasped, scrambling to sit up, but before you could move, he was there, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip as he yanked your fingers out of your pussy.
“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “Were you enjoying yourself, kitten? Did you think you could get off without me?”
“I—I wasn’t—” You stammered, but the words caught in your throat as he brought your wet fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He wasn’t pleased.
“You weren’t what?” he mocked, his eyes never leaving yours. “Weren’t thinking about me while you touched yourself? Weren’t moaning my name like a needy little slut?”
His words hit you like a blow, sharp and cutting, and you felt the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I was thinking about you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait, Joey. I needed you, but you weren’t here, and I—”
“So, you thought you could just take care of it yourself?” he cut you off, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think you can do a better job than me, kitten? Is that it?”
“No!” You shook your head frantically, desperate to make him understand. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean—”
“Shut up.” The command was harsh, and you obeyed instantly, your breath catching in your throat. His hand tightened around your wrist, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. You don’t get to come without me. Do you understand?”
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his dominance pressing down on you in a way that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and excitement. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“Sorry isn’t good enough, kitten,” Joey snarled, his gaze piercing as he released your chin and shoved you back onto the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A lesson you won’t forget.”
You barely had time to register his words before he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he settled between your thighs. His eyes were locked on your exposed, glistening cunt, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch in your throat. He replaced your fingers with his. You gasped at the sensation. Joey leaned down between your legs and grabbed on to your thighs, holding them spread apart. You whimpered when he blew on your sensitive skin, the hair on your neck standing up. He worked roughly, leaving no time for you to adjust or get into his rhythm. He merely plunged his two fingers in and out of you so fast, that you weren't quite sure, as to what was happening anymore. You hissed and groaned, using the pillow beside you to muffle your screams. “You were so horny, for this weren't you? Couldn't even wait a day for my fingers, could you?” Joey taunted and looked up at you with a devilish grin. He suddenly retrieved his fingers from your cunt and for the first time ever, you were almost relieved. He’d been so fast, so brutal with your cunt that it was nearly aching.
You were taken aback by his fury. You’d expected him to be flattered, but he was seeing red.
“You think you can do a better job than me?” he hummed, his voice low and dangerous.
Joey stood up and fumbled with his jeans, the chains clinging together as he dropped them to the ground. He took a step towards the edge of the bed and leaned down, positioning himself on his knees. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of your ankles, pulling at them roughly towards him, so that you were perfectly aligned in front of him. Your heart raced as Joey pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes dark with intent as he stared down at your exposed, glistening pussy. You were so wet, so ready for him, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. Not after what you’d done.
“Let’s see how much you can handle, kitten.”
Before you could respond, he slammed into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, and you cried out, your back arching off the mattress as the sudden intrusion stretched you wide. Joey didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t offer you any reprieve as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and unrelenting.
“Is this what you wanted?” Joey growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into you with merciless force. “You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, kitten? You couldn’t wait for me, so you had to do it yourself. You had to touch yourself like a dirty little whore.”
His one hand travelled up to pinch your nipple and the pain made you gasp.
His words cut deep, but they only fueled the fire burning inside you. You were helpless beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, the roughness of his grip, but it was everything you craved. Your body responded to his dominance, the sting of his degrading words only pushing you closer to the edge.
“Tell me how much you need me,” Joey demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me you can’t get off without me, kitten.”
“I can’t,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as your nails dug into the sheets. “I can’t, Joey. I need you. I need you so bad.”
“That’s right,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your head spin with a dizzying mix of fear and pleasure. “You belong to me, kitten. Every part of you is mine. No one else can make you feel this way. No one else can fuck you like I can.”
A whimper escaped your lips as his grip tightened, his thrusts growing even more intense, each one driving you closer to the brink. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak, and you knew you were close—so close—but you wouldn’t let yourself fall until he gave you permission. Until he told you you could.
“You’re going to come for me, kitten,” Joey hissed, his voice rough with his own impending release. “But only when I say so. Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” you choked out, your vision blurring as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Joey, I need to come. Please let me come.”
His grip on your throat tightened even more, cutting off your air, making your head swim as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”
The command sent you spiraling over the edge. With a choked cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, pulling him deeper, and Joey groaned, his release following yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his warmth flooding you.
For a long moment, you were both lost in the aftermath, your bodies still shaking, hearts pounding in unison as you lay there, tangled together on the bed. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, the heavy rise and fall of his breath as he slowly came down from his high.
Finally, Joey pulled out of you, rolling onto his side as he gathered you into his arms, his demeanor softening as he held you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair as he murmured, “Good girl, kitten. That’s what I like to hear.”
You snuggled into his chest, your body still quivering from the intensity of it all, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction, of comfort in the way he held you, in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small and shaky.
Joey kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. “You’re forgiven, kitten. But remember, you don’t need to do that on your own. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”
His words soothed the last remnants of your fear, replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest
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Slipknot x Nervous Flyer! Reader (FLUFF)
Hello! A couple days ago I got a request from a lovely Anon who's going to be flying for the first time! This is for you my friend, I hope your flight goes well! (I'm sure it will!) Just some quick little drabbles, I hope you enjoy! Should I start a Slipknot tag list? Let me know in the comments!
WARNINGS: None
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Divider credit: @adornedwithlight
(No particular order to this list, just whoever's name I thought of first)
Corey:
Corey would notice you were anxious about your flight before you even got near the plane. He understood why; it was your first time traveling, the whole process was already a bit overwhelming if you weren't used to it, not to mention the airport was extremely busy on top of it, anyone would be stressed. He watches as you nervously bounced your leg, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you waited in line at TSA. “You know, I think I might rewrite the hook for that song we were working on.” He figured there was no better way to distract you than with something you both loved, music. Even just having the familiar topics of conversation seemed to put you more at ease, Corey every so often placing a hand to the small of your back or carefully taking you by the wrist to guide you where you needed to go. By the time you had gotten through TSA the two of you had already worked out the majority of a chorus for something you were working on.
You sighed as you collapsed into one of the hard chairs in the waiting area at the gate, taking a bite of the overpriced breakfast sandwich you had snagged along the way. “You seem a lot less nervous now.” Corey remarks with a playful smile. “It wasn't that bad, was it?”
“No,” you respond with a smile of your own, “not with you here, at least.”
“Well, lucky for you I'll be here the whole time.” He winks, making your cheeks grow warm. Corey silently promised himself he would be by your side through every trip after that.
Sid:
“What's wrong, sugar?” Sid slings an arm over your shoulders, noticing your tense state. You were currently waiting in line to board your plane.
“It's nothing, Sid, promise.” You tried to reassure him with a smile, but he wasn't buying it.
“Sure, that's why your shoulders are in your ears, right?” He asks with a smug smirk.
“Shut up.” You groan, embarrassed by the fact he had noticed you were nervous.
“Are you scared of flying?” He asks quietly, making sure the others didn't overhear.
“I'm just a little nervous, I've never been on a plane before.” You admit bashfully.
“Well, I've flown hundreds of times, and it’s always been a breeze.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his own, offering you a supportive smile. “We’ll get through it together, okay?” He scoops up your hand in his, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Okay.” You respond with a smile of your own, feeling a little bit better about your trip.
Chris:
You jump as a hand suddenly comes to rest on your forehead. “Easy, baby,” Chris starts with a chuckle, “it's just me.” He tries again with much better success, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You're looking a little pale, are you alright?”
You tug nervously at your seatbelt, “I've just never flown before, I'm a little nervous.” Chris’s hand immediately slips into yours, giving it a supportive squeeze.
“You hold onto me as tight as you need to, okay? We’ll be there before you know it.” His bright smile puts you at ease. He fidgets with your fingers, answering any questions you had about the trip.
“Thank you for doing this, I know it's stupid.” You whisper.
“It's not stupid.” He reassures you. “You're trying something new and you're nervous.” He tugs you closer to him, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulder. “I happen to think you're being really brave.” He compliments you softly, making your cheeks grow warm. “You just try and relax, I'll keep you safe.”
Jim:
Jim noticed the moment your nerves started to set in about this trip, immediately taking charge in order to make the whole day easier for you. Whether it was a gentle hand to the small of your back in order to help maneuver you through crowds or offering small distractions to keep your mind off how anxious you were feeling. But, let’s be real, he needed that neck pillow that looked like a shrimp, the fact you wouldn't buy it for him was criminal.
Sitting on the plane, he would point out the window. He described how flaps on the wings would move to catch wind, the sound of them unbolting the walkway from the plane, what take off would feel like, anything to help put you at ease. “Feel free to hold my hand if you want to.” He offers with a wink and a playful smile. You can't help but giggle as you intertwine your fingers with his. You squeeze his hand tightly as the plane starts to move, “it's alright, I'm right here.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding both of your hands in his free one, keeping you tucked close to him as the plane takes off. He leans back so you can look out the window once you're up in the air. “It wasn't that bad, was it?”
“No, not with you here at least.”
Mick:
Mick thought you were mad at him. You were unusually quiet on the drive over to the airport, you kept your distance from everybody as you made your way through security, and now you were sitting by yourself staring out at the tarmac. Mick cautiously approaches you, unsure of what had happened to make you so upset, but desperately wanting to fix it. He sighs as he collapses into the chair at your side. “What did I do?” He asks simply.
“Nothing, honey.” And that was all it took for Mick to realize you weren't mad, you were nervous. You had a tremble in your voice that made it sound like you were about to cry.
Mick wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “Is it the trip in general or just going on the plane?”
It takes you a moment to respond. “Just going on the plane.” His thumb strokes soothingly over your shoulder.
“Well, I'm going to be right next to you the whole time, and you know I'd never let anything bad happen to you.” He gives you a patient smile. “There’s nothing wrong with being nervous, love. But, let me help instead of making me think you're gunna rip my head off, okay?” He chuckles.
“Okay.” You let out a laugh of your own, happy he was here to help you through this.
Joey:
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when Joey’s thumbs pressed soothingly into the tense muscles of your shoulders. “Nervous, love?”
“A little.” You admit quietly, not wanting the others to hear. “I've never flown before.” He spends a few moments giving your muscles the attention they desperately need.
“I promise, you've got nothing to worry about. After you fly a few times you're probably going to think it's funny you were so nervous to begin with.” He chuckles. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Just being with you is helping.” He smiles bashfully at the compliment.
“Good, looks like I'm doing my job then.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.
Paul:
You stared straight ahead at the seat in front of you, hoping the others wouldn't notice your rigid posture. You wince slightly as Paul quietly says your name from the window seat next to you. “Are you okay?” You nod, knowing if you looked at him he would be able to read you immediately. Of course, as it would turn out, Paul already knew the answer to his question, he just wanted to see how you would respond.
“You know, I'm also scared of flying.” He offers in an attempt to put you at ease.
“Really?” You respond after a moment. He nods, giving you a hum of affirmation in response.
“I used to make myself sick before getting on planes. I would get so stressed out.” He chuckles. “But, I promise, it's not going to be as bad as you think. The worst part is probably taking off and landing, the rest of it will be a breeze.” His gentle smile was enough to help you relax a little.
“I trust you.” You respond quietly. He holds out his hand, silently offering to let you take it for comfort. Your hand slips into his, your free arm looping through the crook of his elbow as you settle into his side, feeling a lot more prepared for the trip ahead.
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his turn
pairing: corey taylor x female reader
summary: reader is woken up to a birthday surprise. but it's not her birthday.
warnings: nsfw, smut, light bondage, potential dubcon, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, somewhat rough sex, maybe degradation idk?, light d/s, vibrator use, squirting/female ejactulation (it's not piss)
word count: 3694 words
a/n: yes i know this fic is a year and a week late, shut up.
As soon as she felt those unforgettable lips on the inside of her thigh, she knew what was going on. It had been months since she’d told him that he could wake her up by playing with her, but of course, he had to choose today of all days to take her up on that offer.
“Shouldn’t this be the other way around?” she asked, her voice groggy as it warmed up. “I should be going down on you to wake you up..”
“But this is what I wanted to do,” Corey said as he crawled up her body, leaving kisses on her bare skin as he went. “It didn't have to be the same way as when you woke me up like this.”
“I can see that,” she said. “Literally. And the ties instead of handcuffs were a nice touch.”
“Well, I’m not as mean as you are.”
“Excuse you, sir,” she said in mock offence. “I have never been mean to you a day in my life.”
“I don't know about that,” Corey purred as he ran his fingers across the insides of her thighs again. “Cuffing me to the bed and blindfolding me while I was asleep so you could suck my cock would be mean to some people.”
Her breath hitched when his fingertips danced dangerously close to her already wet pussy. He gathered a drop of her arousal onto his finger and brought his hand up to show her.
“You were already this wet before you woke up,” he crooned. “Been dreaming about me?”
She whined helplessly and gently pushed her hips up as she gripped the ties around her hands.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a wolfish grin before settling back between her legs again.
“Please,” she mewled when he kissed her inner thighs again.
“Please, what?” he teased, and trailed his kisses closer to where she wanted them.
“Please lick my pussy.”
He shot that grin at her again before kissing her clit directly.
“Alright, since you asked so nicely.”
Slowly, he snaked his tongue out and ran it through her sopping folds, starting at her entrance and making his way up to her clit. The sensation made her head fall back against her pillow as she tugged on the restraints. She hadn't realised just how worked up she’d been before he started touching her.
He chuckled against her sensitive flesh when she moaned softly, sending vibrations through her and heightening her pleasure.
“I could keep you like this all day, sweetheart” he purred and replaced his mouth with his fingers so he could crawl up her body to be level with her.
Her face was already hot against his skin as he rested his forehead against hers, feeling her shuddering breath before pressing his lips to hers.
She eagerly returned his kiss, a fleeting chance at being able to touch him while he had her tied up. A whine crawled out of her throat when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with her own before breaking away to kiss her jaw and neck.
“When I woke up and saw how good you looked, I just knew I had to,” he purred against her skin. “I have to thank you for not wearing pyjamas to bed for once.”
She whined again and tried to squirm away from him, only to be held back by the ties around her wrists.
“What’s wrong, honey? You want my mouth again?”
“Yes,” she breathed and pushed her hips up into his hand.
He took his fingers away from her clit and began to trail his lips down her body, taking his time to feel how warm her skin was under him, how her body thrummed with desire, and hear how her breath shuddered as she tried to keep her composure. She’d been so cocky when she’d first woken up and now he’d reduced her to a quivering mess in just a few minutes.
Once he’d finished teasing her, he settled back between her legs and rested his head on her thigh to take in the sight before him. Her face was needy and desperate as she wordlessly begged him to touch her again, her mouth hung open and eyes pleading as she breathed deeply. He didn’t have to touch her to tell that her face was getting hotter and hotter by the second.
As soon as they made eye contact, she turned her gaze away from him, as if she was shy about him seeing her completely nude and tied to the bed. He’d seen her in so many compromising situations, but it always amused her that she would turn shy before things got heated.
He chuckled softly and turned his head to kiss a trail down her thigh again before leaving one directly on her clit.
“You don’t need to be so shy with me, sweetheart,” he said as he rested his hands on her hips. “I could have been so much meaner to you than this. I could have cuffed you, blindfolded you, turned you over and spanked you until you were raw and crying.”
He smiled against her sensitive flesh when he felt her clench beneath him. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up through her folds, starting at her entrance and ending at her clit before taking it in his mouth and gently sucking on it.
“But, it’s a beautiful day outside,” he said between licks, “and I’m not a cruel person.”
Her entire body relaxed as she let him play with her body, her legs falling softly as he draped them over his shoulders and her arms drooping in their restraints. She couldn’t help the sounds that escaped from her mouth as he slowly wound her body up with his tongue, lapping up her essence and swirling it around her swollen clit.
Without realising, she started to tug on her restraints as she tried to run her fingers through his hair like she normally would. Instead, she settled for wrapping her legs tighter around him and running one of her feet up and down his back, just to be able to feel him.
But, he was obviously in a teasing mood.
Without taking his mouth off her cunt, he slid his hands away from her hips and wrenched her legs off of him. She yelped in surprise as her tailbone was pushed up off the mattress and her knees almost brushed against her chest as he folded her in two.
“Want me to tie your legs too?” he asked, his voice vibrating against her.
“No, sir,” she whined as she tried to catch her breath.
“Then stay still.”
He sat back to watch her clench and twitch in his hold before running his fingers down her thigh and through her warm slit, slowly pushing them in and dragging his fingertips along her soft walls. She bit her lip and let her head fall back onto the pillow when he started to use his tongue again, perfectly timing his strokes and licks to alternate with each other.
The position he’d pushed her into gave him the perfect angle to find her sweet spot and he firmly curled his fingers into it as he latched onto her clit and sucked harshly on it. She inhaled sharply, her breath hissing through her teeth before opening her mouth and letting a cry escape her lips. She could already feel the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach and tried to hide her burning face in her shoulder in embarrassment.
He’d only been touching her for, what, five minutes and she was already close? Time to work up some stamina again.
“I think I can make you squirt,” he mumbled against her hot flesh before taking his mouth off her.
“What?” she asked, dazed. “No, I don’t think I can.”
“Yes, you can,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
Being hurt was the least of her concerns.
“I haven’t done it in a long time, I don’t think I can anymore.” She shivered when he kissed her clit again, any worries she had melting away.
“Seeing if you still can is the fun part,” he purred as he pressed down just above her pubic area and continued to lave his tongue across her clit.
She let her head fall back onto the pillow and her eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself to the feeling of his fingers inside her dripping pussy and his mouth on her throbbing clit. He crooked his fingers into her sweet spot, making her see stars behind her eyelids and moans escaped her lips as he wound her further and further towards the edge. The pressure continued to build up inside her until she felt like she was about to burst, her inner muscles clenching hard around his fingers until she finally clamped down on them, a small amount of fluid gushing out onto him and dripping down his wrist as he continued to move inside her.
Steadily, he slowed his movements down and eased off her clit as she was brought back to Earth. She couldn’t help how her hips shuddered and bucked up into him as her climax faded away and she watched him with hazed eyes as he slid his soaked fingers out of her and stroked her hot skin.
“Good girl,” he crooned as he gently patted her spent cunt. “I told you you could do it.”
“Fuck me,” she breathed once she finally caught her breath.
“So soon? When you’re still sensitive?” He took hold of her knees and pushed them further apart, exposing her even more to him until her thighs touched her chest. “If you insist.”
Before she could take a moment to prepare herself again, she felt him plunge his cock inside her. Thankfully she was still soaking wet after cumming, since the pace he set was so rough she would have been torn in two. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a strangled moan.
“How’s that feel?” Corey purred as he fucked her, his fingers gripping her legs so tight he could almost feel her pulse. “Think I can make you squirt like this?”
She looked at him with hazed eyes and nodded her head frantically as her mouth hung open, her breaths coming out in high-pitched pants before she licked her lips and tried to catch her breath again.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper and rusty from moaning so much. “I wanna do it again.”
He chuckled softly before taking his right hand off her leg and bringing his thumb up to his mouth to lick it. Not stopping his hips for a second, he brought it back down to her clit and traced circles over it, making sure that every millimetre of it was touched and stimulated.
“More,” she breathed as she rolled her hips into his. “Please don’t stop.”
“Such a dirty girl,” he said as he rubbed her clit faster, alternating between circles and diagonal movements. “You pretend that you’re all innocent and sweet but I know that you love being fucked like a slut.”
Her cunt clenched hard at hearing him talk to her like that, and she could feel her second orgasm coming on fast. She writhed underneath him and pulled on her restraints, desperate to be free so she could touch him, and guide him to where she wanted him to go.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum again,” she said through a gasp as her back started to arch against the mattress.
“Again? Already?” he teased as he took his thumb away from her clit to push down on the space above her pubic bone again. “You really are desperate.”
She forced her body to stay still as he fucked her into the bed, the pressure inside her building and building until she could barely contain it anymore. The feeling of his hard cock sliding inside her and brushing against her sweet spot made her see stars and she threw her head back against her pillow as she let him take total control of her body.
Her cunt clenched repeatedly around his cock as he dragged her second orgasm out of her, pulling out at the last second before she gushed all over his stomach. His cock twitched the second her fluid touched his skin and he could only kneel before her in awe of what he’d made her body do.
Tenderly, he stroked her thighs as she came down from her high, her whole body twitching as the endorphins flooded her system. Their skin and the sheets were all soaked and she looked like she couldn’t take much more, but he had to keep going. He wanted to feel her do it while his cock was still inside her.
“Think you got one more in you, baby?” he asked softly as he untied one of her wrists and kissed her forehead.
She panted audibly as she nodded her head, barely able to speak.
“More,” she said as he pulled her aching arm down to touch his face. “Make me cum again.”
He kissed her lips gently and briefly before moving over to dig something out of her nightstand next to the bed. She gazed at the ceiling in a daze as he found what he was looking for and was only brought back when he placed it in her hand: her wand vibrator that she used when he was away or he used on her whenever he wanted to tease her.
“Hold this against your clit,” he said as he turned the toy on and set it to the highest speed.
She immediately placed it against her sensitive flesh, leaving him enough room to slide his cock back into her. Her hips jumped on first contact but he held her down when he pushed into her, making her eyes roll back into her head as he started to fuck her again.
“Y’know, when you said that I could do this to you, I knew I had to make you wait,” he said as he set a fast pace, his hips snapping against hers. “There’d be no fun if I did it the day after. I had to catch you by surprise.”
She heard him talking, but none of his words registered in her mind. She was too far gone in the throws of pleasure that how he was making her feel was the only thing she could focus on.
“What better time for me to hold you to your word than on my birthday?” he purred as he snaked his arm around her leg to press down on her lower stomach again. “I get to do what I want to you when I want to do it. You couldn’t have given me a better present.”
She tried her best to keep her third orgasm at bay, but the feeling of his cock pushing against that spot inside her and the vibrator on her clit had other ideas. She fought it by taking deep breaths and trying to clench around his cock, but it was futile.
Her back arched sharply as she gasped and her cunt clamped down on his cock, a cry forcing its way out of her lungs as she sprayed her release all over him, drops of it hitting both of them and soaking the sheets underneath them as he continued to thrust into her hot, dripping cunt. She wanted to turn the vibrator off and throw it aside but it felt too good to take away, even though her clit was sore and thoroughly played with.
If she hadn’t been numb from the waist down or overtaken by pleasure, she would have felt him spill his warm cum inside her before it leaked out in a river of their mixed fluids. Her arm fell away from her body, the vibrator still in her hand as she went limp against the mattress and let him fall on top of her.
Lazily, he kissed her softly, his tongue dancing with hers as she slowly came back to her senses.
“Happy birthday, baby,” she mumbled against his mouth as she returned his kissed before burying her face in his neck.
Completely spent, he let go of her hips and stroked them tenderly as he pulled out of her. He’d left finger-shaped bruises behind from holding on to her so hard, but he felt a sense of pride that they were there in the first place. Even after taking himself away from her just slightly, he could feel her tremble beneath him.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, reaching over to untie her wrist. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shook her head feebly. “No,” she managed to croak out. “I’m okay.”
“You sure? You’re still shaking.”
She let out a shuddering breathy laugh as she settled back into the mattress and let her legs fall away from him. “I didn’t know I could still do that.”
“I’m glad you still can,” he said, wiping her fluid off his skin. “No pressure to do it every time, though.”
“Thank God for that.”
She watched him as he stood up from the bed and briefly ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel. Her arms ached from being held up for so long and her fingers were still locked around the vibrator that was still buzzing away. She clicked it off and let it fall out of her hand as she stretched her arms out to the sides and lay spread eagle with her eyes closed, letting her muscles relax as she fought off sleep.
The sudden feeling of a cold, wet cloth on her hot skin brought her out of her trance. She opened her eyes again and sat up gingerly to see Corey gently wiping the insides of her thighs with the cloth, cleaning his cum and her fluids off of her skin.
“Don’t go falling asleep again,” he said, firmly dabbing the cloth against her clit to make her legs jump.
“You’re the one who woke me up,” she said and tried to wriggle away from him. “So rude.”
He finished cleaning her up and threw the washcloth aside as he flopped down on the mattress next to you. “It’s only fair that I got you back after what you did to me,” he said. “I at least had permission, you didn’t. You’re lucky that I’m not opposed to this kind of thing.”
“You loved it, really,” she said as she rolled onto her side and shuffled up to lay her head on his chest.
“I did.” He pulled her closer to him to wrap his arms around her and tenderly kissed her temple. “I like it when you’re more daring.”
She hummed in response, too tired to speak and let her body be soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his palms running across her skin. The sun had started to rise outside, light shining in through a crack in the blinds as birds sang out on the lawn.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked after an extended silence. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I cut my nails two days ago, they can’t have grown back that fast.”
“I’m fine, babe,” she said, stopping him from babbling. “You always worry about me when you don’t need to.”
“It’s ‘cause I want you to have a good time and not get scared when we do things like this,” he said as he tenderly stroked her face.
She let her face relax into his fingers so that her jaw rested in the palm of his hand and melted back into his touch. Her eyes drifted closed as she settled into his arms and rested her face in the crook of his neck.
“I’m not scared,” she mumbled, her words slurring together. “You could never scare me.”
“Good,” he said into her hair as he stroked her back.
They were quiet for a while, listening to each other’s breathing and heartbeats as cars drove past and birds tweeted outside. She could have felt herself drift off to sleep when her stomach growling snapped her back to reality. His body shook with quiet laughter and she couldn’t stop herself from joining in.
“I guess we’d better go get some breakfast, huh?” he asked as he slowly unwrapped his arms from her.
“We really must have worked up an appetite,” she said sheepishly and got up gingerly, her arms still aching from being held up.
“Mm, it’s more like I worked up your appetite,” he said as he helped her sit on the end of the bed. “What do you want? I’ll make anything, my treat.”
She rolled her shoulders back and forward as she stretched her neck and blindly grabbed for her robe from the headboard where she’d left it the night before. Her ears rang and her head spun as her body began to wake up and recover from the morning’s activities, telling her that she needed just one thing.
“Pancakes,” she said as she looped her arms through the robe’s sleeves, not bothering to put her pyjamas back on first. “I think I could do with the sugar.”
“Pancakes it is,” he said with a warm smile before softly kissing her forehead. “I’d better put some clothes on.”
She laughed as she watched him round the bed to pull his underwear back on and root around his dresser for a pair of lounge pants.
“It’s probably not a good idea to cook while naked, honey,” she giggled and stood up to meet him, her legs still wobbly.
“You don’t think me making food for you without any clothes on would be sexy?”
“I’m more concerned about you burning your dick off,” she said as she led them both to the door, her stomach growling in anticipation of the pancakes.
“Good point,” he said on their way down to the kitchen. “I’m gonna need to keep that in the future.” “Especially if we’re gonna be doing that more often.”
#corey taylor x reader#corey taylor smut#corey taylor imagine#slipknot x reader#slipknot fanfics#slipknot imagine#reader insert#real person fiction#rpf#self ship#x reader#reader insert smut#female reader#*my writing
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You should do Corey, Joey, and Jim with reader who’s a model!
... with reader who's a model (Corey, Joey & Jim)
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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
#corey taylor headcanons#corey taylor x y/n#corey taylor one shot#corey taylor x reader#corey taylor imagine#corey taylor#jim root headcanons#jim root one shot#jim root#jim root x reader#jim root imagine#joey jordison x reader#joey jordison x y/n#joey jordison x reader#joey jordison one shot#joey jordison imagine#joey jordison headcanons#joey jordison#slipknot x y/n#slipknot headcanons#slipknot imagine#slipknot#slipknot x reader
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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.
#slipknot x reader#slipknot fanfic#sid wilson x reader#joey jordison x reader#jay weinberg x reader#paul gray x reader#alessandro venturella x reader#chris fehn x reader#tortilla man#jim root x reader#craig jones x reader#mick thomson x reader#corey taylor x reader#masterlist#x reader
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girl!corey thoughts (x reader)
if ya dont like cisswap i apologize 🤞 it will happen again. unapologetically self indulgent with this one. nsfw towards the end.
girl!corey who insists you paint each other's nails colors that match, so she can look down at her chipped paint job and think of you. corey who snoops through your fridge in her hoodie that doesn't fit while you're in the bathroom scrubbing away at her hair dye. it gets everywhere, the dye. and it's always dye with her, always a new look whenever she feels like it. knotted red, short and beyond-bleached blonde, inky black waves that smell like cigarettes and kfc, a buzz cut that you love to rub your fingers over. girl!corey who loves your hands. girl!corey who loves the feeling of you massaging the space under her ear while she's trying to put her mask on, knowing she can't do too much about it because it has to get on eventually but she loves being touched, loves when you touch her. even when she's sweaty & slipknot stained. karaoke where she ends up in your lap singing into your mouth. always in your lap. girl!corey who has a habit of wearing your underwear (because hers are always mia) and nothing else. girl!corey whose nipple piercings would sparkle while you groped her entire body, gathering skin and tattoos and ill-fitted clothes all in one. girl!corey who knows how much you love her tits and would tease you either by not wearing a bra or not wearing a shirt at all, wanting to show off in front of you while making you leave much to your own imagination. girl!corey whose favorite way to get off is by you eating her out, no matter if you're supposed to be busy scrubbing her hair dye out of your sink or unloading her clothes from your washer. you wouldn't trade the feeling of her thighs twitching around your head for the world, though.
#yuck.txt#yuck.mouth#corey taylor x reader#fem!corey taylor x reader#anyway goodnight yall i should definitely be asleep by now. had to get this posted bc its been swimming in the ole noggin#fem!corey taylor#SOME OF THESE ARE BASED ON TRUE WORDS FROM COREY'S ACTUAL MOUTH#something something quote from 7 deadly sins about corey going through peoples fridges when hes invited over#literally does this to everyone. sniffling little freak#but yeah i need her so bad. my corey pudding pie iiii can show u the wurlddddd#fem!corey taylor x gn!reader#keep in mind its MEANT to be gn reader however this is definitely meant for a lezbo maggot audience#i see you ppl. im lurkin' and im stalkin' when u least expect. IME a lezbo maggot u see#girl!corey#anyways. goodnight foreverrr
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Hello & Welcome
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My name is Wysteria
Fanfic Writer~♀️/♎/🇦🇺/INFJ
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DO NOT INITIATE
Sexists, racists, abileists, fatphobes, queerphobes, queerexclusive, transmeds, proshippers, pro ED, MAPs, TERFs
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IMPORTANT NOTE
I only write for FemReaders or GNReaders.
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.
Anywho, I'd also like to note that I'm not very experienced at writing, so I do apologize if somethings are out of a characters/persons usual personality traits.
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I WRITE FOR
Ghost
Metalocalypse
Slipknot
#Papa Emeritus X Reader#Nameless Ghouls X Reader#Nameless Ghoulettes X Reader#Chris Fehn X Reader#Corey Taylor X Reader#Craig Jones X Reader#Jay Weinberg X Reader#Jim Root X Reader#Joey Jordison X Reader#Mick Thomson X Reader#Paul Gray X Reader#Shawn Crahan X Reader#Sid Wilson X Reader#Tortilla-Man X Reader#V-Man X Reader
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update
hey guys i have a bunch of shit going on and im super overwhelmed so the fics will prob take longer than usual. I'm sorry, but i really need to focus rn.
#my fic#fanfic#corey taylor x reader#corey taylor smut#corey taylor imagine#corey taylor#slipknot#slipknot x reader
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Can you write a one shot for Corey? The reader is in the studio with Slipknot. Corey takes screams and reader, his girlfriend, loves them. Reader gives him loving looks. The others make fun of it and tease reader. Corey comforts them (hug,...).
February, 2001.
I was unsure as to if you were requesting a smut. I made it none smutty, but comment and I’ll change that real quick! This is not my best writing at all, I’m trying to get back into my groove, though!
The dimly lit studio was alive with the sound of metal, an almost tangible energy crackling in the air. Slipknot was deep into the recording of their latest album, *Iowa*, and Corey was in his element. His voice ranged from guttural screams to melodic growls, filling the room with an intense rawness that only he could deliver. You were in awe. You always were, but at that moment, watching him so in touch with that realness. You almost wanted to shed a tear.
You sat on a worn-out leather couch at the back of the studio, watching him pour his soul into every note. You marveled at the transformation of the man you loved into the suffering, terrifying frontman of Slipknot.
For you, it was a revelation each time you witnessed Corey perform. The power of his voice resonated within you, sending chills down your spine and igniting a fire in your core. You adored him in these moments, wrapped in a mix of awe and desire. It wasn’t just about his voice or the music; it was the passion he exuded, the way he owned every inch of his space, commanding the attention of everyone around him.
The band was in the middle of recording "The Heretic Anthem," a track that pushed the limits of intensity and speed. Your heart raced in time with the furious drumbeats, your pulse mirroring the ferocity of the music. You were utterly captivated, caught in a trance of admiration and something more primal.
You shifted slightly on the couch, unable to tear your eyes away from Corey. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in with every scream and every breath he took between verses. The rest of the band played on, each member a vital part of the chaotic symphony, but for you, Corey was the focus.
As Corey launched into the chorus, your heart swelled with pride. You knew how much this album meant to him, how much of himself he poured into every lyric and every note. *Iowa* was a darker, more intense journey than their debut, a reflection of the struggles and triumphs the band had faced. And at the center of it all was Corey, baring his soul for the world to hear.
But the bandmates, keen observers and expert teasers, couldn’t let the moment pass unnoticed. Between takes, Joey Jordison grinned mischievously and pointed at you. "Looks like someone's got it bad for our scream king over here," he joked, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. The others joined in, their laughter infectious and loud, echoing off the studio walls.
Mick Thomson leaned over his guitar, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you should see her face when Corey hits those high notes. Bet the studio isn’t the only place she hears it."
The rest of the band chuckled, their teasing lighthearted but relentless. Paul Gray added, "I think we have a new number-one fan in the room."
Your face flushed a deep crimson, your initial amusement quickly giving way to embarrassment. You tried to laugh it off, but their good-natured ribbing hit a sensitive spot. You didn’t want to be seen as just another fan, caught up in the allure of a rock star. She was there for Corey—the man behind the mask and the music. She was his girl, had been for over two years, and you sure as hell wasn’t planning on leaving either.
Sensing your discomfort, Corey stepped away from the mic and crossed the room with his usual attitude, the teasing giving way to a more sincere energy. He slid onto the couch beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his presence was immediate and reassuring.
"Hey," he cooed, leaning in close so only you could hear him over the noise of the studio. "Don’t let them get to you. They’re just messing around."
You sighed and looked into his eyes, finding the comfort she needed. “I know,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just...sometimes I feel like they see me as a groupie.”
Corey shook his head, his gaze steady and sincere. “They don’t, trust me. They love you, they’re just- they’re bored and tired and fucking immature.” He gently squeezed your thigh and leant in to kiss your cheek.
Reassured by his words, you felt the tension melt away, replaced by a renewed confidence in her place beside him. You loved Corey, not just as the charismatic lead singer of Slipknot, but as the man who held her close and knew her heart.
The session resumed, Corey back at the mic, his voice a weapon of raw emotion and strength. You watched him again, your heart swelling with pride and affection. The teasing had faded into the background, and all that remained was the music and the man she loved. You were no longer embarrassed, only exhilarated by the unbreakable bond you shared amid the chaos and creativity of the studio.
#slipknot smut#slipknot photos#slipknotimagines#slipknot fluff#slipknot x reader#slipknot fanfic#slipknot#corey taylor#Corey Taylor x reader#Corey Taylor imagines#Corey Taylor smut#jim root smut#jim root x female reader#jim root imagines#jim root imagine#chris fehn imagine#shawn crahan#joey jordison x reader#joey jordison imagines#mick thomson#craig jones
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#ghost speaks#🔮#✍️#👹#slipknot#fan fiction#chris fehn slipknot#slipknot jim root#joey jordison slipknot#corey taylor slipknot#slipknot x reader#joey jordison x reader#chris fehn x reader#corey taylor x reader#jim root x reader#mick thomson x reader#tortilla man x reader#polls
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soothe
summary: it’s aftercare time
pairing: corey taylor x female reader
warnings: mentions of rough sex (overstimulation, spanking), bathing, sub drop, comfort
word count:
a/n: i mainly wrote this as a comfort fic for myself after a really bad day, so the reader character is white (or just very pale) in this one
“Fuck,” he groaned as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her spent cunt. “Good girl.”
Corey sat back on his heels as he admired his handiwork: his girl lying on her front with her head resting on the pillow, her wrists tied, her hair messy and her ass bright red from behind spanked so much.
It had been a while since he’d been rough like that and she’d reassured him many times that she was more than okay with him throwing her around like a ragdoll, and the multiple orgasms she’d given him showed that she was enjoying it too. By the fifth one, all she could do was tremble beneath him and whine hoarsely, her throat raw from taking his cock and screaming out in pleasure so much.
She shuddered when he ran his fingers up and down her spine, feeling how hot her skin was before untying her wrists from the bedframe and gently rubbing his thumbs over them. The side of her face peeked out from under her hair, her skin red instead of its usual pale as she tried to catch her breath and her eyes watered.
“Hey,” he said softly, “you okay?”
She didn’t answer, just buried her face into the pillow and trembled as she panted. He hadn’t been like that with her in such a long time, it was as if it had happened for the first time. Her skin prickled, her arms ached from being held up so long, and she was sore between her legs from being pounded into so hard. She didn’t want to cry, she hadn’t wanted to stop at any point and the way her whole body shook showed that she’d had a good time, but something just made her feel like breaking down.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her as he gingerly brushed her hair away from her face. “Was it something I did?”
She shook her head, still hiding her face in the pillow.
“No, I’m fine,” she mumbled, her voice watery with tears.
Naturally, Corey wasn’t convinced.
He sighed as he lay down next to her and draped an arm over her back.
“C’mere,” he said and nudged her to cuddle into him.
She immediately shuffled up to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hands curled into loose fists against his chest as she breathed in his scent. He knew how to help her when she’d dropped before but it had been such a long time that it was like a shock to her system.
“You’re okay, you’re safe,” he said as he rested his cheek on the top of her head and tenderly stroked her back. The difference in how he touched her was enough to make her tears fall, her body flooded with confusing feelings about what they’d just done.
It felt good, really good. So why was she so upset?
Even though it was a rare occasion, Corey was always a good dom for her - caring, always putting her first and making sure that he didn’t do anything she didn’t want or like. But he always excelled at aftercare, whether they’d been rough or not. She fully believed that being held by him could heal anything.
He’d held her close to his chest and softly stroked her hair as tears rolled down her face and onto his shoulder, telling her that she was safe and that she’d done so well for him and he couldn’t ask for anyone better.
“Feel better?” he asked when he noticed that she was out of tears. She nodded and wiped her eyes. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”
In the bathroom, Corey started to run the bath while he helped her clean herself off. He took a washcloth from under the sink and soaked it in water before guiding her to sit on the side of the tub with her legs spread as wide as she comfortably could and used it to clean his cum away from her aching pussy.
“Sorry, honey,” he said when she jumped.
“It’s fine, just still a little sore,” she said and attempted a smile. “Something to remind me of you, I guess.”
He gently kissed her forehead, helping her to relax as he continued to use the washcloth on her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t help flinching when he gingerly pushed a finger inside to scoop out what was left of his cum, her sore pussy clenching in an attempt to push him away.
“You’re nearly done,” he soothed when she whined softly and gripped his wrist.
Even though it was only one finger, it was still too much for her to bear. Her muscles burned from being used so much that even just a smooth gentle motion brought tears to her eyes.
“There you go,” he said when he finally pulled his hands away from her. “Good as new.”
“Thank you, honey,” she said with a half-hearted smile, her entire body too tired even for that.
He gently stroked her cheek and trailed his fingers down her jaw as he leaned down slightly to softly kiss her.
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said against her lips. “But you’re welcome.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her, his bare skin still sticky and warm. He readily accepted it and rested his head on hers as he pulled her closer to him, stroking her back and feeling her heartbeat steady itself.
“C’mon, let’s get you in this tub.”
She reluctantly peeled herself away from him and carefully swivelled herself around before lowering herself into the hot, bubbly water. Her muscles relaxed instantly as she breathed in the delicate scent of the bubbles and let the soft foam envelop her. Before she let her eyes close, she noticed Corey reaching for his bathrobe on the back of the door.
“Where are you going?”
“The kitchen,” he said slowly as he was about to put his arms through the sleeves. “I was gonna make us something to eat.”
She shook her head and shifted forward in the tub, the water sloshing around her. “Stay with me.”
He immediately hung the robe back up and stepped into the tub behind her before steadily lowering himself down and pulling her to rest against his chest. A pleasured sigh of his own escaped his lungs as the water surrounded them both.
“Sounds like you need some care too,” she said with a soft laugh.
He hummed in agreement and scooped water into his hands to spill over her shoulders and chest; she hadn’t bothered to tie her hair up before getting into the tub, but she didn’t seem to mind it getting wet. She rested her head in the crook of his neck as he caressed her body, starting at her collarbones and working down, paying particular attention to her breasts and inner thighs.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked after they were both silent for a while. “I don’t think I’ve seen you drop like that in a long time.”
“We haven’t done anything rough for a while, it just took me by surprise, that’s all.”
“I just don’t like making you cry,” he said as she turned around in his lap.
She took his face in her hands and moved in to kiss him.
“You didn’t make me cry,” she said softly. “I was just feeling a lot of things and ended up crying. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He kissed her back, pulling her body closer to his until her breasts were pushed up against his chest and holding her tight to him.
“I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “I want you to feel safe with me, okay?”
“Okay,” she said before kissing him again. “I love you too.”
“This was supposed to be me making you feel better, y’know,” he said when he pulled away from her slightly.
“I know, but you deserve some aftercare too.”
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Help me close my mask/ Corey Taylor x reader
Summary: you help Corey put on his mask. Based on this
Words: 588
FLUFF
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"Where's Y/N?" Corey looks around searchingly while trying to close the three black buckles on the back of his head.
Behind him, Jim sneaks up. He already has his mask on and tries to help Corey with his. Corey turns around and fends off Jim's hands.
"No!"
"What's the matter?" Jim asks him.
Corey puts the mask back on. "I can't buckle it. You know why!" He takes a few steps away from Jim. "Y/N is supposed to help me. Where's Y/N?" He asks again. All the while, he continues to fiddle with the clasp.
Finally, you slowly approach the small group. Someone speaks to you. "Finally, you're here. Corey can't get his mask on. That's why he's been whining all along." You smile, seeing Corey from a short distance away. He's wearing his stage outfit. The person continues to speak. "He won't let anyone help him but you."
You nod. "Okay thanks for the information." You finally reach Corey. "Corey?"
"Babe!" Corey turns to you. "Can you close the mask for me?"
"Of course. Come here." Corey walks over to you and turns around. You lift your hands to the buckles. Your fingers graze his. Then he puts his hands on his cheeks to make sure the mask fits properly.
"Your hair is in the way. That's why you couldn't get it closed." You manage to close the first of three buckles.
"I need to practice a little more you know?"
"That's what you said about your previous masks. I'm starting to get the feeling that you enjoy getting the mask closed by me. Am I right?" You say teasingly.
"What, no. Never. I always practice when you're not looking." Says he not very convincingly.
"Yeah honey. I believe you." Finally you managed to close the last buckles.
"Ready?" Corey asks you when he can't feel your fingers anymore.
"Mmm."
Corey turns around and puts his arms around you.
"Thanks babe." He leans toward you. Before he can kiss you, Jim's voice sounds from beside you.
"I could have done that too."
Corey looks at Jim, annoyed. "Why do you have to ruin this moment?" You laugh.
Jim raises his hands apologetically. He grins under his mask. "Sorry Mr. Taylor. I was just trying to help." Then he leaves.
Corey rolls his eyes and fixes on you again. His arms pull you tighter against him. "He was determined to close my mask and steal your job." He says seriously. Then he grins.
"Maybe I should allow it. Then you'd probably practice closing them on your own."
Corey snaps his eyes open. "What, no, it's your job! Jim doesn't do that lovingly. He'd pinch my hair."
"Jim's not a monster. He'd make an effort."
Corey pouts. "He wouldn't."
You comb through his hair. "Nothing changes. I'll keep doing it."
"I'm reassured by that. I really wouldn't have wanted..."
You interrupt him by gently pressing your lips to his. "I'd love to talk to you more, but the concert is starting any minute."
"Oh you're right." He kisses you again. "Then we'll talk more afterwards."
You nod. Corey loosens his arms. "See you later, then." His fingers brush your cheek. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He kisses you once more, then walks through a door.
Shortly after, Jim walks past you and wiggles his eyebrows. You laugh. "Don't steal my job."
He replies. "Watch out. Someday I will." Then he walks through the same door as Corey.
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Batman: The Brave & the Bold premiered 16 years ago today on Cartoon Network!!!
So here’s my favorite song from the series!!!😁😍🤩
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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭
waking jim up at shit in the morning for sexy time hehehe
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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.”
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magic fingers
pairing: corey taylor x female reader/oc
summary: corey needs some help with his mask
warnings: none
word count: 580 words
a/n: this one's a little short but that's okay. also, fritz-federleicht wrote a fic based on the same video so i put my own spin on it
On her way to the bathroom, the unmistakable sound of Corey grumbling to himself caught her attention. She poked her head around the corner and saw him standing with the rest of the band, struggling to get his mask on but refusing to let anyone help him. She watched them all from her hiding spot as he skittered away from Jim trying to help him and got pounced on by Sid. A smile crept over her face as she watched the scene unfold, happy that they were able to have some fun while running on fumes so far away from home.
By the fifth attempt at securing his mask, she stepped around the corner.
“What’s going on?” she asked as Corey wriggled out of Sid’s grip.
“Can’t get my mask fastened,” he said and led her back around the corner away from everyone else. He let it fall away from his head, revealing the fresh paint on the lower half of his face and neck. “Gimme a hand?”
She took the mask from him with a warm smile and stepped around so she was facing his back. Gently, she reached out and brushed his hair with her fingers, smoothing it down a little so it wouldn’t get caught in the straps.
“No wonder you can’t get it fastened,” she said as she petted the blond curls at the back of his head. “Your hair’s getting too long for it.”
“I didn’t have hair when it was moulded, honey,” he said and shivered when he felt her fingers brush his skin. “Maybe I should cut it off again.”
She yanked one of the straps playfully before fastening it, making him laugh.
“Over my dead body you will,” she jokingly growled in his ear, giving his hair a light tug until his head turned back slightly.
“Okay, okay!” he laughed and reached back to brush his fingers against her wrists. “I won’t cut it off again if you don’t do the straps so tight.”
She pretended to think about his offer, playfully screwing her face and rolling her eyes before securing the straps firmly, but not too tightly.
“There you go,” she said as she fluffed his curls sticking out of the top of the mask.
“How do I look?” he asked and turned around, mask finally fastened and ready for the stage.
“Like a chia pet.”
He gasped dramatically, his expression hidden behind the mask but she could tell he was just playing with her.
“You’re so mean!” he said as he gathered her into a hug and stroked the back of her head. “Good thing you’re cute.”
“But you look like a cute chia pet,” she laughed as she returned his hug. “Even if that’s not the look you’re going for.”
The voices of the rest of the band echoed down the hallway, signalling that Corey needed to get onto the stage sooner rather than later. He softly kissed the top of her head as best as his mask would let her and reluctantly pulled away from her.
“Well, duty calls,” he said, still holding onto her as they returned to everyone else.
“Have a good show,” she called after him as he was seemingly swallowed by the huddle of people. “Don’t do anything too dangerous!”
“It’s not me you need to say that to,” Corey called back before the band made their way onto the stage.”
Ain’t that the truth, she thought to herself as she watched him go.
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