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Slipknot Drabbles: What They Wear To Bed FLUFF

Hello! I have a request for Pyjama Anon! Just some short drabbles about what the guys wear to bed! I hope you enjoy!

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Corey:

Corey was all about comfort. Performing was hard on his body, more often than not leaving him with sore muscles and his throat completely raw. There was something almost therapeutic about throwing on his favorite pair of fleece pajama pants and an old, worn  T-shirt that had definitely seen better days. You would slip into bed together, hushed goodnights and soft kisses as you settled into the mattress. He loves the way it felt when you would slip your hands under his shirt, letting your delicate touch roam over his body. He groans as you knead into his tired muscles, “don’t worry about me, baby.” He argued, but he made no move to stop your attentive care.

“You work too hard,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You gotta let me take care of you sometimes, yeah?” It was almost like a routine you had worked yourselves into, most of your nights ending the same way, with you noticing your boyfriend had drifted off by the sound of him snoring. It was comfortable, just how Corey liked it.

Sid:

It was impossible to keep clothes on Sid to begin with. He would constantly lose his shoes in the hotel rooms, you'd blink and he's suddenly walking around in nothing but his boxers in the tour bus, and if it was even a little too warm outside? Forget it, the shirt's coming off. Bed time was absolutely no different. He would start off in a T-shirt and some sweats, the two of you cuddled up in bed while you would absentmindedly scroll through your phones or watch a movie. Your hands would eventually drift under his shirt, just wanting to feel the warmth of his skin under your fingers. He would just chuckle, sitting you up and slipping the shirt over his head, pressing a kiss to your temple as you settled back down. Eventually, he would end up complaining about how hot it was, kicking his sweatpants onto the floor. He would chuckle as you teased him for always being naked. “Gotta let the body breathe, babe.” He would joke in response. Sometimes, he managed to keep his boxers on the entire night. But, more often than not, those also ended up getting discarded on the floor with the rest of his clothes. It was hard enough to keep clothes on him to begin with, it became even harder due to the fact that your boyfriend was almost always insatiably horny.

Chris:

There was nothing that you loved more than crawling into bed at the end of the long day, something that was only made more enjoyable now that you had someone to settle down with for the night. Chris slept hot, always. It was a blessing in the winter, being able to curl up against your own personal heater. But, he was also no stranger to the nefarious pranks from his band mates, meaning he always had to be somewhat clothed. Often opting for a thin pair of basketball shorts, maybe a T-shirt if it was particularly cold that night. Chris absolutely adores sleeping skin to skin if that's something you're comfortable with. He loves having you pressed to his strong chest, his fingers lazily dragging over your muscles, feeling how they shifted under his delicate touch. Your nights would always be filled with hushed conversations and laughter, Chris unable to stop himself from stealing chaste kisses that would leave you giggling until you eventually drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Jim:

Sleeping with Jim was always a mess of tangled limbs and tangled limbs as he crushed you underneath his massive body. Usually opting to sleep in just his boxers it always presented you the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with him. He would open his arms for you to crawl into, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you nestled against him, your body molding perfectly against his. You were the puzzle piece he never knew he needed up until the fateful day you two had met. Now, he couldn’t imagine spending a night away from you. Whether it was crammed into one of the bunks in the tour bus, or being sprawled out across his too big bed, only to end up tangled together in the middle of the mattress come morning, Jim always needed you within arms reach, he couldn’t sleep otherwise. “Come here, baby.” He mumbles groggily. He hikes your leg over his hip, the heavy weight of his muscular arm settling across your waist. “Comfy?” He asks quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as you let out a hum in response. He gently cards his fingers through your hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest eventually lulling you to sleep.

Mick:

Mick chuckles as you pout at him from the edge of the bed. “Just go grab one of my shirts out of the drawer, love.”

“But, yours is warm.” You whine in response. “And it smells like you.” He sighs, eyeing you playfully.

“Always so needy, aren’t you mama?” He teases, letting out a soft laugh at the sight of your flustered expression. “Anything for my pretty girl.” He slips his T-shirt over his head, leaving him in a pair of simple, black sweatpants. You pull the soft fabric over your head, the way too big shirt pooling around your thighs. Mick lets out a quiet hum as his gaze drags hungrily over you.

“I definitely can’t complain about you stealing my clothes when you look like that.” He takes your hand, pulling you into bed next to him. You settle against his strong chest smiling as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Good night, you little thief.” He teases, making you laugh. You share a few more soft kisses until you eventually drift off in his arms.

Joey:

Joey groans, rolling out his shoulders as he kicks the hotel room door shut behind you. “You were incredible out there tonight.” You say with a smile, your arms sliding over his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He grins back, letting out a hum as your lips slot against his. “It’s all thanks to you being there.” He whispers against your lips, stealing one more chaste kiss before pulling away. Your cheeks grow warm at his sweet words, the two of you separating in order to get ready for bed. You slip under the covers with a sigh, settling underneath the cover while you wait for Joey to finish up in the bathroom. “Jesus, it’s fucking freezing in here.” You hear him complain as his stark naked form darts from the bathroom, practically diving into the bed. You giggle, pulling him into your arms once you manage to find him under the mess of blankets.

“Well, maybe if you actually wore some clothes it wouldn’t be so cold.” You tease in response.

“Yeah, but this is so much more comfortable.” He rebuttals with a smirk. He wraps his arms around you, his head nestling against your chest, making you giggle in response. He lets out a hum of approval as you play with his hair, his breathing growing slow and even as he drifts off in your loving embrace.

Paul:

You squeal as Paul blankets his full weight on top of you, he groans as he settles, chuckling when he feels you struggling against him. “You’re crushing me!” You giggle, pounding on him with your fists.

“But, I have a crush on you.” He argues back with a laugh. Eventually giving in, he rolls over, pulling you on top of him in the process. You let out a pleased hum as he presses his lips to yours. You smile as you cuddle into him, your hands wandering over his strong chest and soft stomach, tracing along the waistband of the shorts he had worn to bed. “What are you doing?” He asks with a curious, playful smile.

“You just feel nice, that’s my favorite thing about cuddling with you is being able to rub my hands over you.” His features soften, studying you with an expression of pure adoration.

“You're sweet.” He cups your cheek in his hand, gently angling your jaw upward in order to place a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulls you against him, enjoying the feeling of your fingers absentmindedly wandering over him until you both eventually fell asleep.

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Give a hug to Corey bear :)

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Mask is not the exact one of the pic but man let me have it ,that mask is the GOAT hsgsfsgw, I had to draw that version

Call this drawing lazy idc my focus was da MASK,and I like the pose (I’m going insane)

No bg version,original pic plus timelapse under

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Slipknot | Disasterpieces DVD 2002

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just joey covering his face

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WHO UP SLIPPIN THEIR KNOT RN?!

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Nu-high

THIS ART ISNT MINE!! Credits to @vnmipre on instagram

This is such a cute concept!! Jonathan being mad and Fred’s sleepy ass on the bus. WANYES HAIR <33

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Slipknot's Vol. 3 Raw scans of entire CD insert. Zoom for detail. (no edits for color correction or straightening)

since you guys have enjoyed the individual scans so much

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Annoyance (Corey Taylor x Fem! Reader) SMUT

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

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

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

The problems started with Shawn.

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

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

Strikes two and three came at the same time. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sleepy.” You respond, making him chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gender is stored in the early 2000s corey taylor

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brother? what the fuck was that for😭

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