#corey taylor x reader

[jimsbeetroot]

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

[humanrindswrites]

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.”

[fritz-federleicht]

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

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

Words: 968

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Corey:

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

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

- he accompanied you to your apartment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Slipknot fans only know you as a couple

Joey:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- you are supposed to end the show with your walk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- in the future Joey accompanies you whenever he can

Jim:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[writersmilex]

Slipknot Masterlist:

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

0# Sid Wilson___________________________

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

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

1# Joey Jordison________________________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Headcanon: Teenage sibling

Headcanon: Reassuring Joey

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1.2# Jay Weinberg_______________________

2# Paul Gray___________________________

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

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

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Headcanon: Bassplayer | Reader

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2.2# Alessandro Venturella________________

3# Chris Fehn__________________________

3.2# Tortilla Man________________________

4# Jim Root____________________________

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~ Headcanon: Cute Jim Root

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5# Craig Jones_________________________

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

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

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6# Shawn Crahan_______________________

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

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7# Mick Thompson______________________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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8# Corey Taylor_________________________

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

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

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All Of\ Or Some of Them_________________

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

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

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

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

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

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Headcanons_________________________

Slipknot As Cats

Offensive Humour

Slipknot and Hugs

Slipknot and Teenage Child

You are number 10#

First Kiss

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

[santaclausisintofisting]

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.

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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.

[mikyapixie]

Batman: The Brave & the Bold premiered 16 years ago today on Cartoon Network!!!

So here’s my favorite song from the series!!!😁😍🤩

[jimsbeetroot]

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.

[humanrindswrites]

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.

[fritz-federleicht]

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.

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

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

words; 1268

smut!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

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

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he turned around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna c-”

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

“Come for me, baby.”

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

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

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

[humanrindswrites]

smudge

summary: corey wants some help with his paint

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

warnings: none

word count: 1840

a/n: i spent way too much time looking at photos of corey in his original mask to see whether he tightlined or not (he did not, as evidenced by the above gif)

Even though he’d become more than accustomed to wearing his mask for what felt like an entire year at times, there was still something that Corey wanted to do with it to make the illusion even better. But he’d need some help and a second opinion.

“What are you doing?” she asked from the doorway when she saw him wearing his mask in the bathroom.

“I’m gonna paint the parts of my face that show through it,” he said as he turned around and took it off. “I think it’ll look really cool.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” she said and joined him in front of the mirror. “Do you know how you’re going to do it?”

“Well, I was gonna put it back on and then draw around the mouth and eye holes. Unless there’s a better way?”

She guided him to sit on the bathtub's edge and took the mask from him before pulling it over his head. Gently, she tilted his face up and angled his face in different directions to get a better look at how it covered his face.

“You’ll need to do more than just draw around the edges, the skin will still show up.”

“Can you help? I don’t wanna fuck it up,” Corey said and took the mask off again, setting it next to him on the bathtub’s side.

“Okay,” she said. “What were you going to use?”

“Well, I got some face paint from the party store just to practise with. It’s in a bag on the kitchen counter.”

She left the bathroom to get the small tin of paint and made a detour into the bedroom to grab one of her makeup brushes and came back to him still sitting on the tub, but this time shirtless.

“Okay, I’m gonna start with your eyes,” she said as she took the lid off the paint and wet the brush with water. “Close your eyes, I’ll do your eyelids first.”

Corey obediently closed his eyes and waited for her to start painting them. “So how long do you think this is gonna ta-” He jumped slightly when the cold brush touched his skin. “Jesus fuck, that’s cold!”

“Try to sit still or else you’ll get it in your eyes,” she said as she grabbed hold of his head to keep him still. “Although knowing you and the guys, somebody will end up having blacked-out eyes.”

“What, from paint or from beating each other up?” Corey asked, trying to stop himself from wrinkling his eyelids as she painted them black.

“I was thinking about contacts, but I could see the second one happening too.”

She finished both eyelids quickly and instructed him to keep his eyes closed so they could dry as she worked on the space around his eyes. She started by painting a rough large circle around his right orbital bone, just touching the bridge of his nose and over the top of his eyebrow.

“That tickles,” he said, trying to stop himself from laughing too much.

“I know it does, just sit still!”

Corey just managed to sit still enough for her to finish one eye, his fingers twitching in his lap as he fidgeted with the mask. He cracked open his free eye to watch her work; her lip drawn in between her teeth and her brow furrowed in concentration as she swept the cheap brush over his face. 

She finally noticed him watching her and quickly moved the brush away from his eye to swipe across under his nose, giving him a crude black moustache.

“Hey, just because people watch you do art doesn’t mean I want to be watched,” she mock-warned him. “If you keep those eyes open the paint won’t dry.”

“I like watching you when you’re concentrating,” he said with a laugh. “You get those cute little eleven lines between your brows.”

“I’ll draw some elevens on your face if you don’t sit still,” she said as she started to work on his other eye, painting his eyebrow and under eye black before making a circle to connect them, just as she’d done before. He was able to sit still when she ran the brush over his skin, now used to the feeling of it tickling him.

“What made you want to paint underneath the mask?” she asked after they were both quiet after a while. “It looked good even when your skin was showing through.”

“I just wanted to do something a little different,” Corey said with a shrug. “It’s too late to get a new mask made so I thought I’d do this to change it up a bit. Plus, some of the other guys paint under their masks.”

“And here I thought you were a leader, not a follower,” she teased.

He cracked open his finished eye and raised an eyebrow at her. “Honey, a good leader can see when something’s worth following.”

“Okay, general, close your mouth and let me finish this.”

They let a comfortable silence take over the both of them as she finished painting his face, covering the remaining eyelid and his mouth with black paint before letting it dry. Even though he hadn’t asked her to help, he enjoyed the feeling of her hands on his face and the scent of her shampoo filling his senses. He’d been tempted to circle his arms around her waist and pull her body into his but he knew she wouldn’t be able to paint him.

“Okay, you’re done,” she finally said as she stood up straight again, her back stiff from bending over for so long. “Here, come take a look.”

Corey peeled himself off the side of the tub and one of his knees loudly clicked as he stood up. He shuffled around the tiny bathroom to look at himself in the mirror before he burst out laughing at his reflection.

“I look like a panda,” he said in between laughs, completely forgetting that he still had his mask in his hands.

“Put the mask on, it’ll look better!” she said as she took it from him. He pushed his hair back and held it at the nape of his neck as she pulled the mask over his head. “Yep, much better with it on.”

“You’re right, it looks fucking cool!” Corey said, shooting her a smile, the whites of his teeth shining brightly through the black paint. “Thanks, babe.”

But she still thought that something could be added. Something he probably wouldn’t like.

“Wait a second,” she said before he could dash out of the bathroom again. “I wanna try something out.”

He took the mask off again and placed it on the sink basin as she rooted around in the top drawer of the cabinet. The same drawer where she kept her makeup.

“What else could you do? There’s no skin left to paint.”

She pulled out what she was looking for: a jet black eyeliner pencil and a sharpener.

“What’re you gonna do with that? You already painted my eyes.”

“I’m gonna line your waterline,” she said as she quickly sharpened the pencil into a point.

“What’s a waterline?”

“The red part on the rim of your eyelid, now hold still so I don’t poke you.”

“Get that thing away from me!” he said and tried to knock the pencil out of her hand.

“Corey, don't be such a baby,” she said as she cornered him. “It’s just a little eyeliner.”

“Alright, fine,” he said with a pout. “Just be gentle.”

“Keep your eyes open and don’t squirm.”

Corey held his breath as he watched the pencil approach his eye and prepared himself for the worst. Thankfully, the kohl smoothly glided onto the skin, leaving a neat black line in its wake. The other eye took even less time now that he was used to the feeling of his waterline being touched.

When she was finished with both eyes, she stepped away from him and let him look in the mirror to admire her handiwork. The formerly red rims around his eyes were now jet black and blended in with the paint, making his blue eyes look more animalistic and striking. But she looked like she still wasn’t finished.

“Oh god, what now?” he groaned when she picked up the pencil again.

“I want to do the top waterlines,” she said and grabbed hold of his head, making sure that he wouldn’t move. “Keep your eyes open, this is more difficult than the bottom.”

“What exactly are you gonna do,” he managed to get out before she held his eye open and rubbed the pencil directly underneath his eyelashes. “What the fuck, babe?!”

“Keep still or I’ll poke your eye out!”

“It already feels like you’re poking my eye out, what the fuck does this even do?”

“It fills in any spaces between your eyelashes, we don’t want to leave any skin showing.”

“Alright, fine, but do it quick.”

She repeated the same motions with his other eye; holding it open so the underside of his lashes were visible and colouring it in with the pencil until it was completely black.

“Okay, now we’re done,” she finally said and took her hands away from him.

“You sure? You don’t want to put some mascara on me too?”

“No, I’m good,” she said and passed him the mask again. “Put it on and take a look in the mirror.”

He shoved the mask over his head and turned around to have one final look in the mirror. Even though he wasn’t happy about having the insides of his eyes coloured in with pencil, he couldn’t deny that the end result was better than he’d expected. It was as if the mask had completely become his face, not just something he wore to hide himself.

“Looks good, huh?” she said, clearly proud of her work.

“It looks awesome!” he said and swung back around to hug her. He held her so tightly to him that she thought her bones were about to break. “I should bring you out on tour so you can do this for me all the time.”

“Or you could get more comfortable with doing it yourself,” she offered.

“I’m not sold on doing this waterline stuff myself but the rest I could do.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little eyeliner pencil.”

Corey ignored her small jab and loosened his hold on her to gently kiss her forehead, leaving a black lip mark behind.

“I should get some pictures of this so that I remember when we’re on the road,” he said as he led her out of the bathroom so he could find his camera.

“Need me to take them for you? I could be your personal photographer too.”

“Honey, I would have you by my side all the time, but I know you like your freedom. You don’t need to wait on me hand and foot.”

“Good, because I didn’t sign up to be a panda handler when we got together.”

[fritz-federleicht]

hey! i really love your slipknot fics/headcanons and i was wondering if i could get some headcanons for mick, joey and paul of what they’d be like dating a girl that’s in a band similar to babymetal? like very cutesy but also kinda brutal. no worries if you don’t want to! <3

... with a girlfriend who is sweet but also 'brutal' (Joey, Paul, Mick & Corey)

Notes: I've added Corey because I love this man so much it's unbelievable

Words: 947

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JOEY:

- he often accompanies you to video shoots

- when you go to him styled he always compliments you

- "Wow you look like an angel." You wear a short white dress, similar to a wedding dress

- while you stand in front of a wall with your band's logo emblazoned on it, Joey sits down on a chair with your name on it

- the music starts playing, you walk slowly to the microphone, you look at the ground

- only when your cue comes, you look directly into the camera and go from singing to yelling

- Joey nods his head to the beat of the music, his face contorted in appreciation

- After the scene is over Joey comes up to you with his arms outstretched, "That sounded wonderful doll." He kisses the top of your head

- "Thanks." You mumble against his shoulder

- after the video shoot your band has a fan meeting

- you wear a sweater from your merch

- people line up to take pictures with you, talk to you or ask for your autograph

- of course you are as nice as possible to everyone

- you say goodbye to a fan and turn around to greet a new fan, but in front of you is Joey

- "Hello beautiful lady, may I ask for a selfie?" He asks you with a grin

- "Of course beautiful man." Joey stands next to you and raises his phone in front of him

- "Smile." You smile and press a kiss to his cheek

- Joey blushes. He looks at the photo he snapped. "Cute." He says and says goodbye to you with a kiss. "See ya later."

PAUL:

- he loves this contrast between your innocent looks and your brutal music

- at every gig you wear a different outfit (for example a short skirt with a crop top), he loves every one of them

- when you start screaming into the mic, Paul can't help but adore you

- he stands at the side of the stage, hearts in his eyes and tells everyone that you're a couple

- when the concert is over you go to him, he greets you with a kiss and assures you with a smile that you have an angel voice, which you laugh at

- after you have changed your clothes you make your way to your hotel room

- once there you lie cuddled together in bed

- "I'm amazed every time how someone so cute can be so scary at the same time."

- you smile at him, "It's just like you, you're also sweet and at the same time in a scary band."

- he replied, "You're also really gorgeous.... I just love your brutal side."

- he smiles at you mischievously and winks at you

- you punch him on the arm, "I can show this side more often."

- "Oh yes please." He replies. You just shake your head

MICK:

- you want to leave the house to go to rehearsals

- before you can open the door a big shadow falls on you

- you turn around with a crooked grin

- in front of you rises your friend Mick, he looks down at you

- "Aren't you going to say goodbye to me my cute little monster?" You grin at this nickname

- you cross your arms behind your back, "Nope."

- he asks you again, "Are you sure?"

- you nod innocently

- Mick pulls you to him by your waist and kisses you desirously

- you break away from him, "I gotta go now. See you later." You kiss him goodbye and leave the house

- "Be careful... oh forget it, if you yell at the attackers they will run away anyway."

- you turn to him once more, "Everyone shows his true face sometime. Love you." "Love you too."

COREY:

- he thinks it's great that you sing in a metal band

- 100% you will release several songs together

- at the beginning you were reluctant, you didn't want to record a song with Corey, you know that many people don't take your band seriously because most of them think that metal singers have to look bad, not like cute girls who can't hurt a fly

- Corey is of a different opinion and has persuaded you to go into the studio with him

- of course Corey knows that you can scream really good, nevertheless he stood there with open mouth and admired you

- he can't believe what a wonderful girlfriend he has, beautiful and still badass

- Corey never misses a chance to tell you how happy he is with you

- when the song is released, the cover is designed by you (it has two black roses on it, both of your names jagged and squiggled over it so it's almost unreadable)

- you both hear the finished song for the first time

- "I love you so much baby." "I love you too." Both of your voices can be heard. After that Corey starts to shout, you join in shortly after.

- Corey is excited, you are too, but you still have some doubts

- Corey tries to convince you and reads out a comment from a fan:

"This song is so fucking good. I never thought that these two voices would harmonize so well. And in the beginning the declaration of love and the cut to Corey who suddenly starts screaming. More of those two, please."

- Corey grins at you, "See I told you. People love women who look cute but are dangerous at the same time." He winks at you.

- "Don't say that babe. I'm nice to everyone." You bat your eyelashes exaggeratedly and smile

- "That's cute." Corey strokes your head, pulls you close and kisses you, smiling