#jim root x joey jordison

[cr1t1cal-darl1ng]

0104 headcanons ♡

0104 is like my favorite slipknot ship and in this post I will elaborate on their sillyness <3

tw : self-harm mentioned : addiction mentioned : suicide mentioned : can be suggestive

✦ they are mostly fwb with heavy crushes on each other. sometimes they act as if they're dating even though they are not and probably won't ever. they don't know each other's sexualities

✦ jim often sits in on joeys self-harm sessions and helps with aftercare. nothing feels better than jim wrapping bandages around joeys arms or legs.

✦ jim likes to pin joey over the drum set for shits and giggles. make outs go crazy

✦ 01 often lays in bed with all encompassing pain that no pain killers can help and that just doesn't go away and 04 just sits in. makes sure he doesn't do anything drastic

✦ they call each other when they're in distressing situations or are on the edge. they have talked each other down from suicide a few times now

✦ joey loves texting jim stupid shit at 2 in the morning and while jim doesn't understand most of it he appreciates the effort

✦ jim loves to serenade to joey during practice and sometimes even shows.

✦ joey constantly fights with jims nicotine addiction and keeps trying to get him off of smoking. not to much avail

✦ joey has asked jim to put out cigarettes on him and while he complied for a while, eventually joey's arm was covered in blisters and jim refused to continue

✦ when they're off tour joeys place often overgrows with trash and useless things and jim comes over to clean it up and pull joey out of his depressive state

✦ joey has often calmed jim down from panic attacks by holding his hands and forcing him to look at him. it works better than some may think

✦ jim loves jokingly blowing smoke into joey's face. as an invitation to fuck even though joey often misses the hint.

✦ after show sex goes absolutely wild

✦ they have a playlist !!!!

okay that's it 4 now !!! thank yu for reading :3

[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

[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

[murdrdoll]

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Slipknot

Joey Jordison

Joey likes to buy you makeup! (Joey x reader) ‹𝟹

[psych0-str1ngs]

A gangbang?!- Slipknot x f!reader

Authors Note: So it's just gonna be Joey, Sid, James, and Mick, very VERY early knot era. Also this is my first request. AND ANOTHER THING IS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A GANGBANG SMUT SO DONT JUDGE ME Y'ALL

Warnings: Choking, spanking, oral, cussing, p in v, brief mentions of drugs and alcohol.

I sat on the couch next to Sid and Jim, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand, and a joint in the other. I leaned my head on sid's shoulder.

"you know Sid," I slurred. "You are looking extra fine rn."

He looked, slightly sweating, he didn't respond, but instead made some weird kind of sound. I laughed. Joey sat on a chair, with his feet on the very edge, staring at mick and James. All of their eyes shifted from eachother's. They were basically talking with their eyes. Corey and Shawn had already went home from practice. I got up and walked to the door, falling all over the place. I giggled and walked out, walking to the bathroom. Walking into the bathroom I tried pulling down my leather pants. I was wearing a black lacy bralette, and black leather pants, with converse, and I was feeling myself to the max. I continued going piss and walked back into the main recording room. Now, all of the guys were staring right at me. Jim walked over to me, towering over me.

"Y/n," He started. "Me and the guys have an offer for you." He got closer.

Joey moved behind me and pressed himself right against my back, grabbing my hips. Now of course, I found all members of slipknot hot but I never expected to fuck any of them, let alone half of the band at once. We were all extremely high and drunk, and maybe if I was sober I would not like what's about to happen but I couldn't care less.

"Oh..." I said shakily. "What uh kind of offer?"

Joey starting kissing up and down my neck. "We want to fuck you y/n, all of us at the same time."

I let out a breathy moan. Sid moved down to right in front of me and started unlacing the front of my pants, looking directly up at me. Jim who was standing right next to me now moved my face to make out with him, his hand was firm on my face. Sid finally got my pants unlaced and pulled them down, licking his lips at the sight of a wet spot in my thong. Mick sat in his chair, watching me intently. Joey stopped kissing my neck and moved to take off his shirt. Mick walked up and lightly pushed Jim away from me, Mick wrapped his big hand around my neck, shoving his tongue down my throat. Sid started lick in between my folds. I moaned.

Jim stripped down to just his boxers, Joey doing the same. Joey and Jim watched the whole thing unfold. Sid suck at my clit, making my legs shake.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

Sid stopped and stood up, smirking at me. Jim came back over and threw me over his shoulder, throwing me on the couch. He bent me over the side of the couch, grabbing my hips roughly. Joey stood right in front of me and shoved his cock down my throat. Mick and Sid came over to stand next to me. They stroked themselves. Jim slammed his cock inside of me relentlessly, I moaned, the vibration shooting up through Joey's dick. The repeated thrusting into my mouth, combined with Jim's slamming his cock into me was a lot of stimulation. I almost immediately started shaking. Jim probably felt that I was about to cum so he stopped. Joey pulled his cock out of my mouth. I pouted.

"Don't pout so fast baby," Sid said, getting behind me, shoving his cock in. Jim gave hard thrusts but Sid knew how to work his hips while going fast. I moaned, as soon as my mouth opened, Mick shoved his dick down my throat. I used my hand to stroke the rest of it because it didn't fully fit in my mouth. I moaned on his dick, he grunted. Sid started talking.

"You're such a slut Y/n," He continued thrusting. "Getting fuck by four guys. How pathetic. I bet you like it huh slut"

I nodded slightly. I continued stroking and sucking Mick's cock, he came in my throat, pulling it out. After a few more minutes the guys switched spots again. This time Joey was behind me. He flipped me on my back, my head laying over the arm of the couch. Sid was now jamming his dick down my throat. By this point, my throat was getting sore, and it was so hard to control my legs from shaking.

Now I'm not gonna lie, mick and jim and sid were all great at thrusting but Joey. Joey was going fast and hard all at once. I moaned out almost like I was in a porno and my legs started switching, I started sucking as hard as I could. Jim quickly came, me following next .

I moaned loudly, as I started seeing stars. I felt hot liquid bursting out of my hole, spraying Joey all over his chest and cock. He pulled out and came on my stomach immediately collapsing on the other side of the couch. I immediately turned red, realizing what had just happened.

"You guys aren't gonna tell anyone right?" I asked.

"No of course not," Joey laughed getting up.

All of the guys started getting dressed, including me. After I got dressed I stuttered out my goodbyes and drove home. As soon as I entered my room, I stripped down and crashed on my bed, reliving the entire evening before quickly slipping into a deep sleep.

THE END! Enjoy loves

[dislocatedshoulders]

I HAD A DREAM SLIPKNOT KIDNAPPED ME 😭😭😭

okok so basically I was walking into my living room and Joey just came outta nowhere and jumped on me and started carving stuff into my thighs (with a pencil???) to paralyze me or something, and then I passed out from the pain as the other members started coming from the shadows...

I REMEMBER RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS. I could hear them calling my name behind me and their footsteps slowly fade away as they were losing track of where I was running. IT WAS A ROCKY FOREST TOO, like I was climbing and rolling and hiding around everything when I saw them in my presence, hoping for dear GOD I would get out of whatever forest this was. I ran a bit more...

And then it was dead silent.

Any noises I heard were just animals or my feet crunching into the sticks underneath me. So I walked for a bit to catch my breath, hiding inside this one really big and bushy (is that the right word?) tree, right by the bottom of its trunk. I can barely recall curling into a ball, fear encasing my eyes as I could barely hear the sounds of the leaves crunching at a constant pace.

There stood the Clown in red as I saw from the branches being my only cover. He stood silently and looked around carefully, especially in the tree. He fixed his gaze on my face, perhaps a grin forming on his face as he called to the others, "I found her!" He knew my legs and body were too exhausted and weak to get up and run away. Even then, they'd probably catch me.

It was like within a single blink, all the members were formed around him as he walked closer. I don't remember what happened after that.

But hey, Jim and Clown showed me their goats!!! (They really needed to tidy up the place) 😚

And uhh... There were people in bird cages the boys trapped there for some reason, bleeding their skin off grabbing the metal bars and opening their mouths to silent scream... I don't even know how they were still alive, like their vocal chords were ripped out and such... ☺️

Anyways that was it, cheers! 😘💜

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

The new hire pt.4

Slipknot x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll be more comfortable here..”

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

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

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

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

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

“You still awake over there?”

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

“Yeah..”

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

The next morning

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning dollface, how did you sleep?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A mess already…my little mess”

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

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

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

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

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

“Be a good girl for me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my, you made such a big mess..”

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

“You taste divine, princess”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum with me princess..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking crickets…I hate’em”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then everything went dark.

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

[thatsauceysauce]

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

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-what he’s like-

gently kissed and bit your thighs

rubbed circles on your hip with his fingers

was slow and sweet at first

was rougher once you told him you were okay

left hickeys all over your neck

100% played with your tits like dough

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

he praised you on how wet and pretty you were

after you both finished he ate you out

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

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

[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. 

[haifischkivenchy]

hello tumblr dot com

[sugaslilsugabby]

My love for Slipknot has reignited and I am now tempted to write some smut 😈💀

[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.”

[fritz-federleicht]

How they propose/ Slipknot x reader

words: 1432

FLUFF

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Shawn:

- i think he is a simple man

- probably you would watch a movie together, you're snuggled up to him

- at some point he looks at you and decides the perfect moment has come

- he takes a ring out of his pocket

- "Y/N will you marry me?" You wouldn't even know it until he lightly nudges you

- you look at him in wonder. After a short moment you answer him. "Yes I will."

- you snuggle closer to him

- He slides the ring over your finger

- extra: if you don't have children yet, he would like to have some as soon as possible

Craig:

- he has to get over himself, even if you've been together for a long time (it's a miracle he ever asked you out), he's just too shy

- after a concert he comes off the stage, the adrenaline is flowing through his blood, probably the only reason he has the sudden courage

- because he has been planning to marry you for a long time, he takes the ring out of his pocket

- he gets on his knee in front of you, "Y/N, do you want to make me happy until the end of my days?"

- you nod, tears of joy running down your cheeks (maybe also out of pride that he finally mouthed the question)

- a little crowd has formed around you

- he puts the ring on your finger

- you embrace, he even gives you a gentle kiss

- the audience claps, among them are also the other members of the group

Joey:

- he is a romantic man

- he has been planning the proposal for a long time

- when the big day arrives he doesn't let on, only in the evening you notice that he is excited

- you think it's because the new album will be released in the next few days, you try to calm him down

- in the evening you go to a restaurant, enjoy the togetherness

- afterwards you sit down in your backyard on a garden swing, candles burning

- you are cuddled up to him until Joey suddenly gets up and announces that he has to go to the bathroom

- afterwards he tells you that he really had to use the bathroom, but you know that he just had to encourage himself

- when he stands in front of you again, he runs his hand through his hair

- you watch him slowly sink to the ground

- excitedly he pulls out a box

- he looks up at you, "Y/N, will you marry me?"

- "What?" You don't realize it at first. "Do I want to marry you? Yes I do." You fall around his neck

- his arms close tightly around you

- He murmurs in your ear. "I've dreamed of this for a long time."

Chris:

- I think it's important to him to have everyone he cares about around

- that means you should be more of an open person

- probably he would ask you in the middle of a music video shoot

- one take is finished and the next scene is to be shot

- Chris suddenly gets down on his knee

- you think he wants to tie his shoes when in front of you Joey appears

- he grabs your hand without saying anything, you hear a muffled giggle through his mask

- he pulls you behind him until you are standing in front of Chris

- the other band members and crew gather around you

- "Babe, I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time. Will you make me the happiest man today and marry me?"

- all are silent and wait for your answer

- "I'm glad you finally asked that. Of course I do."

- everyone starts cheering, Chris jumps up

- he wants to kiss you, almost playing your eye out with his nose, you laugh

- "Sorry love." He caresses your cheek and quickly rips the mask off his head

- you press your lips together, smiling into the kiss

- the cheering gets louder

Paul:

- he has an appointment for a tattoo

- You accompany him

- he and the tattoo artist work together on the design

- at some point Paul calls you to him, you should also look at it again before he gets it stung under the skin

- you go to him

- "What is this?" The design consists of the question 'Will you marry me?" and two boxes with a yes and a no above it

- "What do you say?" He asks you

- "That you shouldn't tattoo it. Other than that yes I do."

- he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you

- he puts the ring on your finger

- shortly after you ask him. "Do you really want to get a tattoo or was this all just an excuse to propose?"

- his tattoo artist laughs and shows you a design. It's a detail of your eyes. Paul points to it. "That's what I want. What do you say?"

- "It's beautiful... my eyes."

- he grins. "That's what I thought."

Sid:

- he does it suddenly, you haven't even known each other that long

- but he quickly realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

- you just woke up, standing in the kitchen and making breakfast

- you look the same as when you got up

- Sid comes into the kitchen and he realizes that he only needs you in his life

- he puts his arms around you

- "Y/N will you marry me?" His head is on your shoulder

- you turn in his arms. "Of course I want to marry you someday."

- "No I mean it. Do you want to marry me? I don't have a ring, but I can still get you one." He says

- "Are you sure?"

- "Yes."

- you accept the proposal and kiss him softly

Corey:

- he's just as romantic as Joey and has been planning it for a long time too

- Corey blindfolds you, drives you to a place you have a lot of connection with (maybe where you met or confessed love)

- he helps you out of the car and leads you to a place

- "Babe you can take off the blindfold".

- you take it off, in front of you kneels Corey

- around him are thousands of flowers, your favorites

- he asks you the question that is most important to him. "Will you marry me?"

- you accept the ring, of course

- Corey starts to sob, at the same time he showers you with kisses, he is just so happy that you want to marry him

- he always thought he wasn't good enough for you

- at the end you are in each other's arms and cry out of joy

Mick:

- you're at work and you get a message from your boyfriend. "Honey, will you marry me?"

- you think he's joking and play along. Who asks something like that over the phone

- "Yeah, of course I will. Love you."

- "Love you too." He replies with way too many smileys

- you giggle and put your phone away

- as you enter the house Mick comes out of a room, wraps you in his arms and kisses you demandingly

- "Hello Mrs./Mr. Thomson."

- "Hello Mr. Thomson." You reply jokingly

- "I just couldn't wait any longer. I just had to ask you."

- your smile freezes. "Wait, you were serious about that question?"

- he nods. "I still have to give you the ring. I have it right here." He pulls it out

- "Give me your hand." You hold it out to him

- "I thought you were kidding." He laughs at your statement. "No, I was serious." "Oh."

- "Will you marry me anyway?"

- You nod. "Once agreed then it stays that way, honey."

Jim:

- Jim has written a song

- he asks you to sing the lyrics, he plays on his guitar

- he hands you the lyrics, "Don't read it yet. Not until you sing."

- you turn the note over immediately, "Sorry Mr. Root, I didn't know that."

- he mumbles something to himself

- he starts to play a melody and gives you a sign shortly after

- you start singing the first verse

- in it Jim obviously shows you how much he loves you

- in the second part he sings about your future together

- your singing becomes quieter and quieter, turns into a reading

- the song ends with a question. "Will you marry me?"

- "What?" You look at Jim, who looks at you, waiting

- "And what do you say?"

- "You really want to marry me?" He nods

- You fall around his neck nodding eagerly. "That was so sweet. I love you so much."

- "I love you too." He finally takes out the ring and gives it to you

[sillygummyworm]

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The New Hire pt.3

Slipknot x Reader

It’s a long-ish chapter..longer than the regular chapters

TW: Heavy-ish Alcohol & Puke

“You’ll be out in 13 shots~”

You smirked and smiled at Sid, before looking him up and down.. and then you saw Paul looking at you….something seemed wrong in his eyes, it was unsettling yet somehow calming? It’s hard to explain but it didn’t matter because you were about to make Sid cry because of how many shots he’s going to go through..

“What’s the alcohol of choice?”

Paul smiled at the question Sid asked you..it was funny yet cute watching your lips puckered into a smile..before the word vodka left your lips..he smiled and watched Sid’s eyes twitch a little bit..

“Straight vodka, no mixers..”

You heard the cooler open and you looked over to see a shorter guy with long black hair and red streaks in the front…he looked kinda cute..but his eyes were the prettiest you’ed ever seen..they were like an ice blue..you could feel yourself staring and getting loss in them before someone else cleared their throat and you looked in the direction to see where the sound came from, it was Jim..

“That’s Joey..he’s our drummer”

You smiled at Joey before seeing what he had in his hand, it was a brand new bottle of vodka..in his other hand were two shot glasses. How long they had this? Who knows but it was cold enough for this one of a kind event that was about to take place in this kinda run down green room.

“Well, I guess let’s get started”

Joey poured both of the shots, I guess he’s going to be our own little bartender for this little adventure. Sid picked up the shot glass and waited for you. You picked up the glass and you counted on to three.

“One..”

“Two…”

“Three…!”

You both downed the shit of vodka at the same time however you didn’t have a reaction to it at all, but you could say the same for Sid..he coughed a little bit and his face turned a bit red before he got in under his control..you snickered at the fact he’s already shown a reaction. Joey pats Sid on the back and tells him to get his head in the game.

“Next round!”

You shouted at the top of your lungs, sending a clear message that this was going to be a long night of drinking til you drop.. and with that Joey filled the glass again, then you both downed the shot..it was like that for a good long while until it was the 13th shot..you smiled at Sid as you both downed the shot quickly. He was still there mentally but it was clear that it wasn’t going to last forever.

“You..don’t look alright over there..Sid~”

He paused for a second before he said he was fine and could continue, so Joey poured you two another round of shots.. and it went on like that again it was round 32. Yes round 32..it’s a lot but both of you were stubborn as shit and neither one for you were stopping until someone dropped to the floor. Joey poured another round and you reluctantly picked it up but Sid didn’t, he mentally tapped out but his body physically tapped out after he puked his goddamn guts out..you weren’t so far behind him either though..went he puked you walked over to him to check on him and you ended puking on him. It was absolutely disgusting..you puked on this drunk ass man and to be honest it was funny according to the rest of the guys.

“Well fuck me, they puked on Sid..”

You chuckled that they found you puking on Sid funny, however it felt like you were about to pass out.. and who would have guessed…you passed out for a hot second as you fell you expected to land right on top of him but somehow you were caught by someone and they easily picked you up in their strong arms..they chuckled and it sounded like Paul.. but it wasn’t but then you opened your eyes again and it was Joey he was holding you bridal style..you looked him up and down before leaning near his lips.. and stopping to ask a question…

“Joey…what’s stopping us from kissing each other?”

Joey looked at you before smirking softly..

“Nothing really..”

You leaned in fully and both of your lips connected, it was passionate enough that Joey to lose his footing for a second but he quickly came to his senses and started to carry you towards the couch he was sitting on before you walked in..while you were busy swapping spit with Joey and possibly getting your rocks off..Paul and Jim bent down and looked at Sid who was laying there covered in puke..his puke and your puke..absolutely disgusting….

“Joey..your eyes are so pretty..~”

You said while having drunk hiccups…Joey smiled and thanked you for the compliment before he leaned away and then breathed heavily before sighing..he knew he had to stop this from going any further..you were drunk and not in the right state of mind..he knew that it was not right…

“I know they are pretty, but you need to get a bath and calm yourself down..”

Joey pats your head and brushes your hair back behind your ears..

“Paul..is there anyway you can get some to help bathe them or at least wait in the bathroom until they are done with showering?”

Paul thinks for a second and sighs..

“Everyone else is drunk off of their asses besides us…so one of us could just wait for them..”

Joey sighs and huffs before turning around and walking out of the green room..

“Where the fuck is he going?”

Clown asked before Paul hinted that he might be going to get clothes for them..they’re small but they’re also around the same height as Joey..It’s been a couple of minutes later since Joey left to get you clothes..Eventually he came back and he had clothes in hand..it was some black sweatpants and a sweatshirt that had a faded metal band logo on it..Joey smiled and looked at you before looking at Sid, Paul, Clown, Craig, Jim, Corey, and Chris..They all looked back at Joey..before he opened his mouth.

“Soooo…whose going to wait for them to shower?..Like I got the clothes sooo..”

Corey and the drunk Sid raised both of their hands before looking at each other with a wide eyed expression as if they were shocked to see each other raised their hand. They snickered before they were immediately on one another on the cold concrete floor of the green room where punches were being thrown and where they would take turns choking each other out..

“GUYS!!”

Clown yelled at the both of them and before Paul and him separated Corey and Sid from each other’s throats..Clown slapped Corey and then he punched Sid and he fell down and on his face before groaning loudly and then going quiet. Paul shook his head and angrily sighed before chuckling and saying that he’ll just wait for you in the bathroom because it’ll be insane if he lets one of them wait for you.

“You’re fucking crazy, the both of you”

Paul picked you up and grabbed the clothes Joey had picked out for you to wear after the shower then walked to the green room door and opened it then walked out and headed towards the bathroom area of the backstage area that bands were aloud to use, and then he sat you down and stood you up so you could physically walk to the shower area yourself..Paul sighed and smiled softly while looking at you…He tried to explain what you needed to do to you so you could get cleaned and get dressed yourself with him having to help you..

30 minutes later

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

“I’m going to let them sleep with me tonight..”

[thatsauceysauce]

Jim root with a virgin reader!!

incredibly gentle, only speading up when you asked

made sure to praise you

admired your breasts the whole time

definitely ate your pussy before

was a little rough

he was definitely a little vocal, letting you know how good you are

doe eyes 100%

he teased your clit

held your hand

after care;

his aftercare was super sweet

told you ab how good you did

brushed and braided your hair

dressed you in his shirt

kissed you all over

licked you clean (ifykwim)