#slipknot imagine

[humanrindswrites]

soothe

summary: it’s aftercare time

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

warnings: mentions of rough sex (overstimulation, spanking), bathing, sub drop, comfort

word count:

a/n: i mainly wrote this as a comfort fic for myself after a really bad day, so the reader character is white (or just very pale) in this one

“Fuck,” he groaned as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her spent cunt. “Good girl.”

Corey sat back on his heels as he admired his handiwork: his girl lying on her front with her head resting on the pillow, her wrists tied, her hair messy and her ass bright red from behind spanked so much.

It had been a while since he’d been rough like that and she’d reassured him many times that she was more than okay with him throwing her around like a ragdoll, and the multiple orgasms she’d given him showed that she was enjoying it too. By the fifth one, all she could do was tremble beneath him and whine hoarsely, her throat raw from taking his cock and screaming out in pleasure so much.

She shuddered when he ran his fingers up and down her spine, feeling how hot her skin was before untying her wrists from the bedframe and gently rubbing his thumbs over them. The side of her face peeked out from under her hair, her skin red instead of its usual pale as she tried to catch her breath and her eyes watered.

“Hey,” he said softly, “you okay?”

She didn’t answer, just buried her face into the pillow and trembled as she panted. He hadn’t been like that with her in such a long time, it was as if it had happened for the first time. Her skin prickled, her arms ached from being held up so long, and she was sore between her legs from being pounded into so hard. She didn’t want to cry, she hadn’t wanted to stop at any point and the way her whole body shook showed that she’d had a good time, but something just made her feel like breaking down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her as he gingerly brushed her hair away from her face. “Was it something I did?”

She shook her head, still hiding her face in the pillow.

“No, I’m fine,” she mumbled, her voice watery with tears.

Naturally, Corey wasn’t convinced.

He sighed as he lay down next to her and draped an arm over her back.

“C’mere,” he said and nudged her to cuddle into him.

She immediately shuffled up to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hands curled into loose fists against his chest as she breathed in his scent. He knew how to help her when she’d dropped before but it had been such a long time that it was like a shock to her system.

“You’re okay, you’re safe,” he said as he rested his cheek on the top of her head and tenderly stroked her back. The difference in how he touched her was enough to make her tears fall, her body flooded with confusing feelings about what they’d just done.

It felt good, really good. So why was she so upset?

Even though it was a rare occasion, Corey was always a good dom for her - caring, always putting her first and making sure that he didn’t do anything she didn’t want or like. But he always excelled at aftercare, whether they’d been rough or not. She fully believed that being held by him could heal anything.

He’d held her close to his chest and softly stroked her hair as tears rolled down her face and onto his shoulder, telling her that she was safe and that she’d done so well for him and he couldn’t ask for anyone better.

“Feel better?” he asked when he noticed that she was out of tears. She nodded and wiped her eyes. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

In the bathroom, Corey started to run the bath while he helped her clean herself off. He took a washcloth from under the sink and soaked it in water before guiding her to sit on the side of the tub with her legs spread as wide as she comfortably could and used it to clean his cum away from her aching pussy.

“Sorry, honey,” he said when she jumped.

“It’s fine, just still a little sore,” she said and attempted a smile. “Something to remind me of you, I guess.”

He gently kissed her forehead, helping her to relax as he continued to use the washcloth on her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t help flinching when he gingerly pushed a finger inside to scoop out what was left of his cum, her sore pussy clenching in an attempt to push him away.

“You’re nearly done,” he soothed when she whined softly and gripped his wrist.

Even though it was only one finger, it was still too much for her to bear. Her muscles burned from being used so much that even just a smooth gentle motion brought tears to her eyes.

“There you go,” he said when he finally pulled his hands away from her. “Good as new.”

“Thank you, honey,” she said with a half-hearted smile, her entire body too tired even for that.

He gently stroked her cheek and trailed his fingers down her jaw as he leaned down slightly to softly kiss her.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said against her lips. “But you’re welcome.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her, his bare skin still sticky and warm. He readily accepted it and rested his head on hers as he pulled her closer to him, stroking her back and feeling her heartbeat steady itself.

“C’mon, let’s get you in this tub.”

She reluctantly peeled herself away from him and carefully swivelled herself around before lowering herself into the hot, bubbly water. Her muscles relaxed instantly as she breathed in the delicate scent of the bubbles and let the soft foam envelop her. Before she let her eyes close, she noticed Corey reaching for his bathrobe on the back of the door.

“Where are you going?” 

“The kitchen,” he said slowly as he was about to put his arms through the sleeves. “I was gonna make us something to eat.”

She shook her head and shifted forward in the tub, the water sloshing around her. “Stay with me.”

He immediately hung the robe back up and stepped into the tub behind her before steadily lowering himself down and pulling her to rest against his chest. A pleasured sigh of his own escaped his lungs as the water surrounded them both.

“Sounds like you need some care too,” she said with a soft laugh.

He hummed in agreement and scooped water into his hands to spill over her shoulders and chest; she hadn’t bothered to tie her hair up before getting into the tub, but she didn’t seem to mind it getting wet. She rested her head in the crook of his neck as he caressed her body, starting at her collarbones and working down, paying particular attention to her breasts and inner thighs.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked after they were both silent for a while. “I don’t think I’ve seen you drop like that in a long time.”

“We haven’t done anything rough for a while, it just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“I just don’t like making you cry,” he said as she turned around in his lap.

She took his face in her hands and moved in to kiss him.

“You didn’t make me cry,” she said softly. “I was just feeling a lot of things and ended up crying. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He kissed her back, pulling her body closer to his until her breasts were pushed up against his chest and holding her tight to him.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “I want you to feel safe with me, okay?”

“Okay,” she said before kissing him again. “I love you too.”

“This was supposed to be me making you feel better, y’know,” he said when he pulled away from her slightly. 

“I know, but you deserve some aftercare too.”

[fritz-federleicht]

Hi, I would like to request a headcanon/imagine where the reader is a maskmaker for Slipknot and tours with them, does consultations with the members about their new masks and falls in love with Joey. You could make it a series with each member if you like it. Thank you! ❤️

Mask maker/ Joey Jordison x fem!reader

Notes: Thanks for the request. Maybe I make a series out of it but then rather headcanons

Summary: you're a new mask maker for Slipknot and you have to go on tour with them. Somehow you fall in love with the short drummer

Words: 2.119

FLUFF

Some time ago Shawn, a good friend of yours, asked you if you would like to make masks for him and some of his band mates. You said yes, of course.

He then told you they were on tour and you had to come along. They're playing a concert in your town soon and would pick you up. Shawn said he'll put you on the guest list. For you the whole thing is no problem.

When the day came, you went to the back entrance of the venue with a big bag.

"Hey, I'm Y/N. Shawn put me on the guest list." You look at the big intimidating security guard.

He looks at a list and nods. "Ah here it is, Y/N." He makes a hand gesture for you to follow and opens the door. "First, let's get your bag out of here."

You walk silently behind the guard. You cross a few rooms and walk through different hallways until you come to a door that leads to a locked outdoor area.

There are tour buses of the crew and a huge bus that looks quite luxurious.

"You'll sleep in that bus there." He points to a slightly smaller bus that is right next to the luxurious one.

You enter your new sleeping place, it's spacious. The bus has four bunks, two of which seem to be occupied, a small kitchen and a bathroom. It's small but perfectly adequate. Besides, the bus seems to be for more important people of the crew. You doubt that in every bus there is a kitchen and a bathroom.

You put your bag down on an empty bunk.

"Where's Y/N? In there?" You hear someone ask.

You turn around to the entrance of the bus. Already Shawn comes rushing in.

"Y/N finally we meet again! It's been a long time." He hugs you. Then pulls away and talks to you. You don't notice much because your attention is focused on two men outside the door. A rather tall man leaning against the bus and a short man standing next to him, both staring at you.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" You interrupt Shawn.

Shawn turns around, confused. When he catches sight of the two men, he walks toward them. You follow him.

"That's Chris." He points to the tall man. Chris gives you a friendly nod. "And that's Joey."

Said man smiles. "Nice to meet you." His green eyes scrutinize you intently. You smile back, which seems to please him, because the corners of his mouth pull up further. Joey seems to be kind, you think.

"And who are you?" Chris asks harshly, destroying the beautiful moment.

"You idiot. This is Y/N. I told you about her. She'll be making the masks for everyone who doesn't have a new one yet." Shawn takes a step toward him. "So for you too." He looks like he wants to punch Chris in the face.

Joey looks from Shawn and Chris to you. "Then we'll work together." He asks the question that isn't really a question anymore.

Shawn ignores Joey's sentence and turns to you. "Y/N you'll have time to settle in later. I'll introduce you to the others for now." He walks toward the building, leaving the two men behind. "First impressions are important. It can help you find a new design for the particular mask."

You re-enter the building and Shawn introduces you to his band members. You chat with each, then the boys must take the stage.

You watch their performance with enthusiasm. It's impressive how they manage to make the crowd go crazy.

After the concert the men go to their bus, it's the big luxurious one. You go into your bus and introduce yourself to your roommates. After that you go to sleep.

The next morning you're woken up by loud knocking. "Y/N! Get up! Let's go get some breakfast!" It's Shawn's voice.

You look around in confusion. You're alone. The others were probably still going to let you sleep.

"I'll be right there. Give me five minutes." You reach into your bag and pull out a pair of pants and a top. After you put it on you knot your hair. One last look in the mirror then you open the door.

Nine faces stare at you. "Oh...I didn't know you were all waiting." You're embarrassed and blush.

"We like to wait for you Y/N." Joey smiles at you.

"Joey stop flirting with Y/N!" Commands Shawn and gives him a scowl. He's like your dad, trying to protect you from bad guys.

"I'm hungry. Can we go now?" Whines Corey.

Joey rolls his eyes as Corey trudges off without answering. The rest of you go after him in small groups.

You stick mostly to Shawn since he's the only one you really know so far. He tells you that you're going to a bakery to eat. It's only a short walk.

You are talking to Shawn about his ideas for his new mask when Joey comes up next to you.

"I don't want to bother you but you mentioned yesterday that you wanted to talk to everyone individually, I volunteer to be the first. You just have to say when and where. I have time all day."

You smile kindly at him. "Um yeah I'd love to." For some reason his presence makes you shy. "We can meet right after lunch."

And there you sit now, waiting, in a large room with a few boxes of your utensils. They were delivered the day before so you can physically make the different masks.

You wait for Joey, he said after you were back at the venue he had to go to the bus. You replied that you would already be waiting in the pre-arranged room.

The pen in your hand draws small circles on the paper lying in your lap. At some point the door opens and you look up. Joey happily enters the room, obviously pleased to see you again.

It's his first consultation with you. You thought you would immediately start exchanging ideas, but you thought wrong!

Joey doesn't seem to have it urgent with his mask. He seemed to want to get to know you more first. He asked you how you know Shawn. You answer that you have been friends with his wife for a long time.

He seems interested in you, which flatters you.

The day after you have free because dismantling. So you can still move around the venue.

Only on that day, at your second meeting, Joey talks about his mask for the first time. He has exact ideas which he announces to you. He illustrates it with his old mask that he brought with him.

His previous mask had rivets as eyebrows and blood-red stripes around the eyes. His new one, as he says, is supposed to look like "someone drowned in the water, lain in it for months and rose again". Simply put, he wants to look like a floater.

As he tells you this, you make a quick sketch. "It's supposed to be a further evolution of your current mask, right?" You quickly draw Joey's profile on the page.

"Yeah, it's just supposed to be...dirtier. You know what I mean? With brown spots and stuff." He leans back and watches you put his ideas on the paper. "Also, I'm imagining a patched crack on the forehead. The mouth should also be like this... You're really talented Y/N. Do you know that?" His gaze is fixed on the paper in your lap as he moves closer to you to see better.

The sudden closeness brings heat to your face. You don't want to let on what effect he has on you and thank him for the compliment.

After a short time, the mini version of Joey lies in front of you. He already looks pretty scary, but something is still missing. Then it occurs to you. You put the pencil back on and draw a crown of thorns on his head. "What do you think?" You hold up the sketch. "You said you wanted to look like a floater and I thought the crown would go well with it."

Something in his eyes changes, they radiate enthusiasm but also a certain admiration. He takes the drawn paper from your hand. "I would never have thought of that. It fits perfectly." With joy, he pulls you into a hug.

As he lets go of you, he pushes a strand of black hair behind his ear. He looks down at the floor in shame. This time he blushes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to push you or anything. It was just because I..."

You put your hand on his knee and smile faintly. "It's okay. I get so excited a lot too that I could hug the whole world."

He looks up slowly. A weak smile on his lips.

You notice he's still uncomfortable with the situation and change the subject. "If you like the sketch, I would take a print of your face tomorrow."

He agrees.

"Tomorrow we travel to the next town and it will take a while for the mixture to dry on your face. Do you mind if you're on the bus with me during the ride and I take care of your face in the meantime?"

"That's fine. It'll give me a little time off from the boys."

So a day later, Joey gets on the bus with you.

"Sit down over there, please." You point to a black couch. "I'll be right with you." You enter the bathroom and take a bowl of thick liquid from the sink.

You moisten a rag. "Here, use this to clean your face."

Joey can just barely catch the wet fabric out of the air before it would've slapped him in the face. While cleaning his skin, he asks where your roommates are.

"Not wanting to get in my way while I do my work, they got on another bus." You squint at Joey, stirring the mixture in the bowl. "You ready?"

Joey nods and sets the rag on the table beside him. "Wait, I'll quickly tie up my hair." He raises his hands and tucks his black hair behind his ears. Using a brown scrunchie, he ties his hair at the back of his head. In the process, the sleeves of his t-shirt slipped up.

You're amazed at how muscular his arms actually are and you immediately wonder what it's like to be held by them.

"Y/N are you okay?" Joey snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Oh um yeah. I was just thinking about how your mask is going to end up looking."

"I hope good." He laughs.

And all you can think about is that you could watch him do this all day. His laughter sounds beautiful.

What's wrong with you all of a sudden? Do you develop feelings for him?

You pull a brush out of your pocket and dip it into the bowl. "Here we go."

He closes his eyes as he feels the coldness of the liquid on his skin. You add a few more brush strokes. You think it's cute how Joey wrinkles his nose.

"Are you ticklish?" You ask.

"Mmmhhm."

"You can talk. I paint your mouth at the end."

He answers your question. "Yes I am. Very easily, in fact. This thing here," He points across the room. "Drives me crazy."

"Eventually you get used to the feeling. But it's cute how you wrinkle your nose at every stroke."

He smiles. "I've never gotten a compliment like that before. Thank you."

The upper half of his face is now completely covered with the thick liquid.

"Do you have any last words before I paint over your mouth?" You ask.

"Yes indeed." His words come thoughtfully over his lips, his beautiful lips. "We're only going to meet one more time aren't we? To give me my finished mask?" You nod. "So we don't really know each other, but I like you. I know you'll be busy with the others, but do you want to meet sometime?"

You don't know where you got the sudden confidence as you say the next words. "Only if it's a date."

He laughs. "Then I guess it will be a date."

"Then we can meet." You say. "I'll paint your mouth now. Don't be scared."

He nods and you finish your work by painting his lips.

[issie-https]

𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jim Root X Female!Reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: No

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jim unknowingly turns reader on during a show and she decides she’s ready for him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT!! P in v(protected💪), oral(F!receiving), fingering and strong language.

𝐀/𝐧: I’m back, boo! Would ya bloody believe it??!! This one is acc proofread xoxo

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1231

I was stood backstage watching my boyfriend, James, as he played his guitar. The way his fingers moved across the strings of the guitar, the way he'd glance at me every so often and hold eye contact, I could tell he was smirking under his mask.

I was now swaying my hips to the music - yes, swaying my hips to Slipknot - and I could feel James’s eyes on me. He was watching my every move, his eyes were burning holes into me. I teasingly moved my hands through my hair, to my breasts, squeezing the covered flesh in my hands before moving them down to my hips and thighs. I was putting on a show for him, somewhat in thanks to him putting on a show for not just me but hundreds of thousands of other people. We locked eyes for a second before he winked and went back to looking at either the crowd - that was going absolutely fucking insane - or his guitar.

The band thanked the crowd before leaving the stage, both hyped up and tired. “That was fucking amazing!” I cheered as I gave them a hug. “Thank you, princess,” James smiled, connecting my lips to his. “Disgusting. Get a fucking room,” Sid groaned. “We’re going home now, see you soon,” I blurted before dragging James out to the car.

“Woah, what’s gotten into you?” He laughed as I fished the car keys out of my bag. “Nothing, that show must’ve been tiring. We should get in be- TO BED! We should get to bed,” I replied, swinging the drivers door open and getting in. I realised that I was almost a whole extra foot away from the steering wheel as it was James’s car. “Get in the passengers side, then” he laughed again. As he said that, he tapped my thigh — the slight bit of connection between our bodies lit my body on fire as the neediness grew in my core. I moved over to the passenger side and he got in the car, turning the key into ignition and setting off for home. The whole time, his hand was on my thigh, rubbing circles that were both comforting and turning me on. Did he know I was ready? We’d talked about it before, he said he’d wait until I was ready and fuck, was I ready.

The second the car were parked in the driveway, I got out the car and dragged him out too - accidentally hitting his head on the car door. “Sorry. Hurry.”

“Why are you in a rush? Are the FBI after you?” He laughed. “Don’t kill my mood, I’m begging,” I said as I flung the front door open. “What mo- wait, that mood?” He asked as his eyes widened. I slammed the door closed as I mumbled a ‘mhm’ and connected his lips to mine again — this time, in a needy kiss. He pulled away from my lips and said, “are you sure you’re ready?” “Yes, positive.” That was all he needed before he smashed his lips onto mine. His hands found their way to my waist then to the back of my thighs as he squeezed the flesh in his hands. My need for him was becoming almost unbearable as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me up the stairs with ease. We parted for a second to catch our breaths at the top of the stairs. “Are you definitely sure?” He asked. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as we connected our lips. “I’ll take care of you,” he said. We reached our bedroom and he wasted no time with kissing me against the door.

He let me down to my feet and helped me fully undress as he did the same. He was fully erect as we got on the bed and I lay down against the plush pillows. The sheets were made and neat but I knew that wouldn’t last long as he wasted no time in kissing my thighs. “Is this okay?” He checked. “More than okay,” I moaned as I tangled my fingers in his dark strands. He moved his face to where I needed him most and sucked my clit into his mouth while he circled two fingers around my entrance. He pushed his digits in and curled them against my g-spot. I let out a strangled moan at the satisfaction, his lips felt like heaven against my throbbing clit. I could already feel my orgasm building as he repetitively stroked my g-spot with his fingers. “Fuck, James. Feels so good,” I whined as the burn in my core spread around my body. I felt like I was floating in space as he pressed quick kisses to my clit. I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer as my whimpers grew louder. “It’s okay, cum on my fingers, princess,” his voice was deep and husky as he spoke. I felt like I could see stars as I released on his fingers, white pleasure washed over me in silky white sheets — it knocked the air out of my lungs. I came down from my high and looked down at James who had a wide smile on his lips. “I want more,” I breathed as he brought his lips to mine. “As you wish,” he said as he grabbed a condom out of the bedside draw.

He slipped the rubber into his cock and teased my entrance with his tip. “Ready?” He asked, earning a nod from me. He slowly pushed his length into me, stretching me out. Tears slightly pricked in my eyes at the pain that slowly turned into pleasure, moans leaving my lips. “Good girl,” he praised as he bottomed out and started moving at a slow pace. “Please, James, go faster,” I whined. That was all he needed before he picked up the pace and started driving his hips into mine, quick and steadily. I looked down at where our bodies were connected so deliciously and at my lower stomach where his dick was making a slight bump on the surface. “Look at this,” he grinned as he put slight pressure on the bulge. Our faces both contorted into absolute pleasure and satisfaction as both our orgasms neared. My breaths became quick and shallow as I clawed my nails down his back. “Mm~ you feel… so good,” I moaned as he pressed kisses to my lips. He took one of my hands in his as his thrusts got progressively more sloppy. “Can’t hold it,” I whispered. “Do it, cum for me, princess,” he groaned.

The knot in my stomach finally snapped as I came around his cock with a moan. He came soon after, dumping his load into the condom.

We stayed like that for a second before he pulled out and put the condom into the trash. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth and wiped my core clean of my arousal. “You okay?” He cooed. “Amazing. You?” I said barely louder than a whisper. “Proud of you. You did so well for me,” he praised as he threw the cloth to the floor.

He lay down in bed beside me and pulled me to his chest. I listened to his soft breaths and the calm but erratic beating of his heart as we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

[kitchen-spoon]

Recently found out the house in the Slipknot duality music video was actually a fans house. they gave the band permission to film their music video there and have a mob of people destroy it.

Now imagine Dustin being a huuuuuge corroded coffin fan and hearing the band is going back to their hometown Hawkins. They are looking for a house to film one of their music videos in. Issue is they want to trash the place and invite all their fans to do it with them. In comes Steve who was given his parents mansion but left Hawkins years ago. The house has been sitting and rotting for almost decade. Naturally Dustin BEGS Steve to let them use his house so Dustin can meet the band and of course do them the honour. After weeks of pestering from Dustin and forced googling by Robin, Steve agrees. And its definitely not because he has a giant crush on the lead guitarist Eddie Munson.

Months later the band come to Hawkins and Dustin’s dreams come true. He, Steve, and Robin all get to be in the video. And once Eddie hears about the circumstances of the house (through some over sharing on Dustin’s part) he insists Steve be the one to at least kick the door in and destroy his old bedroom. Steve is nervous though so Eddie is given the camera and they go alone.

Steve leaves the shoot that day with years of repressed anger and resentment relieved as well as the phone number of a famous rockstar.

Dustin never shuts up about being the reason they are together.

[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

[murdrdoll]

My GOD I just had the cutest idea….

Joey who picks out makeup for you whenever he goes shopping for it. You’re lazing on the couch after a workout, flipping through TV channels when he pokes his head into the living room and shoots you a loving grin.

“Hey doll, I need to grab more setting powder for the show tomorrow night. Wanna come with?”

You groan, lolling your head onto the back cushion.

“I would but my legs are jelly and my circuits are fried,” you sigh, motioning to your head. He feigns a pout, slinking into the room further and leaning against the wall.

“Can I tempt you with an added trip to that Mexican place down the block?”

Now you do consider this - but MAN were you exhausted from the week, and errands weren’t something you were looking forward to (even with the promise of a fat juicy burrito.)

“Sorry hon, as great as that sounds, I’m spent. I think I’m just gonna stay in for the night. But thanks,” you bat your lashes at him sweetly. He rolls his eyes and huffs in mock-defeat, but smirks.

“Alright fiiine. You want me to pick anything up though? How are you doing on blush? I know you mentioned that you were looking to get a new one the other day - Or eyeliner? You did say your pencil was on its last legs…” his brows furrowed at his attempt to recall what may be on your beauty shopping list, his icy blue eyes gleaming with focus. You giggled, and his face lit up.

“Yeah if you could grab me a new pencil that’d be sweet. I’m good on my blush for now though.”

“Gotcha- which brand again, doll?”

You paused, contemplating the question. As much mileage as you got from your current pencil, you weren’t a big fan of how easily it smudged - and the added on fact that it was more irritating to your waterline than other products you’ve tried before. A sudden idea popped into your head, and a smirk tugged at your lips.

“I’ll let you pick. You do seem to be the more well-versed expert on this subject between the two of us… respectively, y’know?” You chirped. He chuckled, shooting you a wink.

“Then I’ll make sure to get you something good - still want takeout, by the way?”

Your head perked up at this, and you grinned excitedly. He took this as a yes, popping up from the wall and moving to lean over the back of the couch, his hair hanging down and tickling your nose.

“Your usual I’m assuming, doll?” He muttered in a sickly sweet (yet somewhat sultry) tone, leaning closer to your flustering face.

“Yes pleaaase,” you giggled, blowing at a dangling red strand. He smirked, leaning down and pecking a line down from your forehead to your lips. Your blush had to be evident as he pulled away, trudging over to the counter and swiping his keys before making his way over to the door.

“I’ll be back soon then. Don’t go disappearing on me,” he announced as he swung the door open and stepped a foot out.

“Oh trust, I wont. And thank you, doll.” You emphasized your mock, to which he simply rolled his eyes and winked at you before slinking out into the sunny afternoon.

You chuckled, already back to your channel search as you awaited his return.

[ace-lost-in-motherfucking-art]

i hit yall with some kubosai before, now time for my other favorite ship, nensai >:)

[runfreebirdrun]

Discworld Update: done with The Truth! thought it was very fun. big Otto fan.

next i'm off to Monstrous Regiment, hope i make it out with my gender intact

[sugaslilsugabby]

Vampire Jim Root, that’s it, that the post

[humanrindswrites]

magic fingers

pairing: corey taylor x female reader/oc

summary: corey needs some help with his mask

warnings: none

word count: 580 words

a/n: this one's a little short but that's okay. also, fritz-federleicht wrote a fic based on the same video so i put my own spin on it

On her way to the bathroom, the unmistakable sound of Corey grumbling to himself caught her attention. She poked her head around the corner and saw him standing with the rest of the band, struggling to get his mask on but refusing to let anyone help him. She watched them all from her hiding spot as he skittered away from Jim trying to help him and got pounced on by Sid. A smile crept over her face as she watched the scene unfold, happy that they were able to have some fun while running on fumes so far away from home.

By the fifth attempt at securing his mask, she stepped around the corner. 

“What’s going on?” she asked as Corey wriggled out of Sid’s grip.

“Can’t get my mask fastened,” he said and led her back around the corner away from everyone else. He let it fall away from his head, revealing the fresh paint on the lower half of his face and neck. “Gimme a hand?” 

She took the mask from him with a warm smile and stepped around so she was facing his back. Gently, she reached out and brushed his hair with her fingers, smoothing it down a little so it wouldn’t get caught in the straps.

“No wonder you can’t get it fastened,” she said as she petted the blond curls at the back of his head. “Your hair’s getting too long for it.”

“I didn’t have hair when it was moulded, honey,” he said and shivered when he felt her fingers brush his skin. “Maybe I should cut it off again.”

She yanked one of the straps playfully before fastening it, making him laugh.

“Over my dead body you will,” she jokingly growled in his ear, giving his hair a light tug until his head turned back slightly.

“Okay, okay!” he laughed and reached back to brush his fingers against her wrists. “I won’t cut it off again if you don’t do the straps so tight.”

She pretended to think about his offer, playfully screwing her face and rolling her eyes before securing the straps firmly, but not too tightly.

“There you go,” she said as she fluffed his curls sticking out of the top of the mask.

“How do I look?” he asked and turned around, mask finally fastened and ready for the stage.

“Like a chia pet.”

He gasped dramatically, his expression hidden behind the mask but she could tell he was just playing with her.

“You’re so mean!” he said as he gathered her into a hug and stroked the back of her head. “Good thing you’re cute.”

“But you look like a cute chia pet,” she laughed as she returned his hug. “Even if that’s not the look you’re going for.”

The voices of the rest of the band echoed down the hallway, signalling that Corey needed to get onto the stage sooner rather than later. He softly kissed the top of her head as best as his mask would let her and reluctantly pulled away from her.

“Well, duty calls,” he said, still holding onto her as they returned to everyone else.

“Have a good show,” she called after him as he was seemingly swallowed by the huddle of people. “Don’t do anything too dangerous!”

“It’s not me you need to say that to,” Corey called back before the band made their way onto the stage.”

Ain’t that the truth, she thought to herself as she watched him go.

[fritz-federleicht]

the 1999 slipknot guys (like sid, mick, joey, chris, n corey maybe paul too) with a mall goth s/o, just like general head cannons. preferably gn reader but i don’t rlly care on the gender. so basically the reader dresses like Talena Atfield from Kittie, that type of style, and they mainly listen to like nu, industrial, n goth metal!! if not that’s totally ok!!

... with a mall goth reader/ Slipknot x reader

Notes: i didn't write anything for Paul, i had too few ideas, hope you still like it

Sid:

- he has a soft spot for goth clothing, but only when you wear it

- maybe that's because you led him to it through your development

- you didn't always dress like this

- in the past you didn't put much thought into what you wore, you just took

what you get

- you were already a couple back then

- at some point it clicked and you dressed differently

- Sid thought it was a bit weird at first, he didn't think your new look was bad it's not like that, but you just looked different, not like when he first met you

- but the way Sid is, he thinks it makes you dangerous, and he thinks that's hot

- it also has a plus point, now Sid doesn't have to worry about unwanted pairs of eyes looking at you

- also your taste in music has changed

- of course you always supported his music, listened to it, but you never listened to more than Slipknot

- now you have discovered your passion for metal, which Sid is very happy about, because you can visit concerts of this kind together

- extra: with his oversize jumpsuits he wears at gigs he has one of your bracelets on each arm, so he is not only closer to you but can also work at the mixing desk without the sleeves slipping down

Joey:

- he loves your clothes with all his heart

- especially your jewelry and shoes

- if you have the same shoe size he wears your boots to Murderdolls gigs

- when you come home with new bracelets he asks you to show them to him

- you do it proudly of course, want to show off your new achievements

- Joey looks at everything examining, already considers which he can steal from time to time

- sometime later you want to wear a new bracelet, but it's not there

- "Joey! Have you seen my bracelet?"

- you enter the room he is in, he hides his hand behind his back. "No?"

- you walk up to him and pull his hand out from behind his back. Your bracelet dangles around his wrist. "If you like my jewelry so much why don't you buy the exact same thing? Why don't we go partnered?" You suggest

- Joey, of course, is thrilled. But only goes along on one condition. "You pick out the jewelry and I buy it."

- that's how it comes that you often wear the same accessories

Chris:

- as soon as he sees you in fishnet clothes something stirs inside him, he just loves it

- on those days he can't tear his eyes away from you

- all the time they are on you, not craving or anything, just desiring, like you are the most valuable thing this world has ever produced

- but not only his gaze is constantly on you, but also his hands

- he runs his fingers over the black squares, touching your skin and giving you goose bumps

- at the beginning he found your reaction to his touch cute, now he finds it endearing

Mick:

- this big man loves to kiss you

- it looks quite funny when you wear chains with spikes

- he bends down to you and cups your jaw lovingly as if you were fragile

- at the same time he touches your chain and gets pricked

- he slowly lets his gaze wander from your eyes, over your beautiful face and then finally to your necklace

- he exhales as he pushes his hand further up to your cheek, so high that his arm no longer touches the spikes, bending his arms more, pulling them away from you

- you grin innocently and lean against him

- He releases a hand from your cheek, caresses your waist, he leans to your ear and whispers. "I can't wait to rip that chain off your neck." As he says this he is careful not to get too close to your neck, you blush

- Mick spreads light kisses from your cheek to your lips, in between he pulls away. "I love when you blush."

Corey:

- when you get ready you listen to metal songs

- Corey, who is usually in the room right next to you, hears the music come on

- he waits a moment for you to put on your clothes, you already sing along with the music

- after a short time he comes rushing into your room, all excited

- he loves to sing with you (roar with you)

- often the whole situation drags out from just dressing up, a kind of duet emerges

- despite everything you try to pick out suitable jewelry for your look

- singing Corey points at bracelets, necklaces and belts, suggests them to you

- now and then you take it and hold it to your body, sometimes you take it, sometimes you put it back in its place

- eventually you've done it and you're all dressed up

- you want to turn off the music but Corey holds you back. "One more song. Please?" He doesn't want the time with you to end

- you nod and together you sing at the top of your lungs, with as much emotion as you can muster

[issie-https]

𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mick Thomson X Reader(platonic)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: No

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: N/a

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Mentions of blood, emotional exhaustion and injury

𝐀/𝐧: Guess who’s back, back again!! Sorry for the lack of uploads, I’ve had a tad bit of writers block but I’m here with some hurt for y’all!(also fluffy at the end🫶) **NOT PROOFREAD**

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

I flung the door to my apartment open and kicked my heels off as I slammed the door back closed. I'd been laid off from my job after five years after the company went bankrupt. I let the tears stream down my face as I stormed through the house. It wasn't a big, flashy job but it kept me on my feet, I could barely afford my apartment but I was still living there and I could afford a good meal now and then so I wasn't bad off.

I picked up a shitty vase and threw it at the wall, I wasn't thinking, I had no idea what I was doing. Shards of glass went flying, some hitting me as the rest just surrounded me. I wasn't thinking about the burning on my legs as I went over to the shitty dinner table and threw everything on it at the wall before punching a hole in the crappy, thin wood. I finally let the tears run down my cheeks as I went into the kitchen - I slid down the fridge and sat on the floor. It was at that moment, I realised I had stood on glass - the blood trail was dark, signalling it wasn't just a small shard of glass.

My cries grew as the pain and burning came to my realisation. I could feel the blood running down my legs and gushing out my foot at a slow rate. I picked up my foot and put it on my lap as I evaluated the cut - it wasn't so bad to the point that I'd die but it wasn't just a little scratch either. I cried louder as I thought about how I'd most likely end up homeless by the end of the month. I had no second option for a job, I had no idea what to do — I didn't want to ask any friends for help because I didn't want to seem needy or dependent on anyone. In my friend group, I've always been seen as the independent one - the mother of the group - every time one of the girls or guys got hurt, I'd always be there with a bandaid and a hug. Every time they went through a bad breakup, I'd be at their door with comforting words, shitty comedy movies and two tubs of ice cream.

I threw my head back against the fridge door, letting out groans and screams in annoyance. I had no idea what to do, where to go, who to talk to or which way is forward. I wanted to pick myself up off the floor, clean my foot up, tell myself to grow a pair, send out my resume and get a job. But I couldn't move - my body felt like it was frozen to the spot, the only movements I was making was the shivering and gasps as I cried. My chest felt heavy as I lay down on the kitchen floor, the cold tiles were in contrast to my burning skin. I felt my eyelids become heavy as I slowly drifted off into a slumber.

༺time skip༻

I woke up and looked at the clock on my oven, it read 1:27am. The kitchen was now engulfed in darkness, the night had eaten the city alive and dowsed the sky in stars. I crawled over to where the light switch was and pulled myself up using the counter. I was met by the bloody sight of my past foot prints and the small puddle where my foot had been sat while I was asleep. I hopped over to the sink, dampened a cloth and tried to clean the blood off the kitchen floor. Much to my dismay, it only smeared the blood opposed to cleaning it up. I could feel myself getting upset again as the tears started rolling down my cheeks. Every so often, a tear would land in the blood and mix.

I couldn't think again, but at the same time, I was only thinking. How to clean up the blood, how to get a job - where to get a job even. I gave up in cleaning and just left the cloth on the floor and slouched against the cupboards. I needed help, physical help, mental help. No one was here for me.

That was until I heard the front door lock click and the light from the hallway lit up the entrance to my apartment. I could see someone's shadow, it was tall. Possibly James or Mick.

I was right, Mick walked into the living room as glass crunched under his boots. He flicked on the living room light and his face contorted into both confusion and worry at the sight. "Y/n?" He yelled. "I'm in... the kitchen," I rasped as I raised my voice so he could hear me. "What happened?" He asked comfortingly. "Nothing," I said, rubbing my eyes to stop myself from crying. “Y/n, you’re covered in blood, so is the floor. There’s broken vases and a hole in your table. Don’t pull that ‘nothing’ bullshit now,” he stated as he walked into the kitchen. “I stood on glass,” I said as I looked at him. He came and sat down next to me and pulled me into his chest, “let me see.” I nodded slightly and pulled away from his grip. I turned and showed him the bottom of my foot. “How long has it been like this?” He asked. “Since… eleven roughly,” I replied, I was still trying to catch my breath as everything was a little blurry and my head was starting to pound. He inspected the cut before standing up, “where’s the first aid kit?”. “Next to the medicine cupboard,” I choked out. He grabbed the kit and sat back down in front of my foot and pulled it onto his lap, making me lie flat on the floor. “Okay, I want you to take deep breaths because I have to pull the glass out and sterilise it,” he spoke as he put a little pressure around the area. I took a deep breath in and as I was about to breathe out, he pulled the glass out - I screamed as tears began streaming out of my eyes again. The pain was like stamping on a million needles covered in barbed wire. He applied pressure with some gauze and wrapped my foot up in a bandage. “You won’t need stitches - thank god - but keep an eye on it,” he smiled as he secured it. “Thanks, Mick,” I gave a weak smile back. “Let’s get you in bed,” he said as he picked me up. “No, I’ve gotta clean,” I furrowed my brows as he walked over the broken glass and to my bedroom. “I’ll clean tomorrow, the others will help - I’m sure of it,” he comforted me. “But I ma-“ he cut me off by saying, “I know but I don’t care. You’re injured so I will clean.”

I’m so thankful for Mick, he’s never hurt me. None of the others have but Mick is always the first one to notice if I’m not okay. He’s always the first one to check on me.

He placed me on my bed, went over to my closet and pulled out two shirts. He held them up to me and I pointed at the right one - it was a Guns N’ Roses band shirt. “Do you still sleep in a shirt and underwear or do you wear pyjama bottoms?” He asked. “Depends if you’re staying over - I don’t wanna seem weird,” I replied. “You’re the weirdest person I know and there’s some competition with Sid there. So fuck it, undies or bottoms?” He laughed. “I usually just sleep in a shirt and my underwear,” I laughed back. He nodded and briefly exited the room, coming back with a pair of his pyjama bottoms in hand. All my friends - guys and girls - have stayed at my place at least once so the spare room is filled with their clothes from past visits.

Mick got into bed next to me and pulled me into his chest as he rubbed circles on the small of my back. “You okay now?” He whispered. I mumbled an ‘mhm’ and snuggled into him. I felt myself drift off to sleep, this time, my chest had butterflies and I had a smile on my face. I was happy.

[stinkypeanutbutter]

I’d like to headcanon that some of the squad have shared playlists , and one giant one for them all . They check out each others Spotify or Amazon or YouTube idk what they use anyway they check it out and if it pairs similar to their own , they join together and create one to play when they are chilling or showing to the others . The BIG one is them all together , meaning lots and lots and lots of bickering over what song gets put in and what doesn’t . Usually , it’s just Aiden complaining about the songs he can’t add ( VERY mixed style , some songs are a little too goofy . But don’t worry , he’ll add them on when no one’s looking )

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

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

words; 1268

smut!

-

“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.”

[murdrdoll]

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