#slipknot x reader

[jimsbeetroot]

Hello dear! how are you? hope ok <3 i really love your writing and would love to ask you for a smut request (only if you want) i would like it to be an imagine of joey finding y/n masturbating and moaning his name, only if you want you can add sex rough and maybe degradation. take your time <3 please and thank you 💗

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚�� ♱ 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

-

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.

[slippytapeworms]

Joey Jordison -> The Kissing Rock

warnings : really fast paced

2000

scenario :

deep within a secluded forest by the town's high school was a hidden clearing where the kissing rock rested. it was where couples went when they wanted to hook up. you never went since you didn't have a significant other and nobody called you over there, so you hadn't even seen it. it was kind of sad actually. however your friends decided it would be funny to dare you to go there all alone.

it was already evening and the sun had just started to go down as you made your way past the high school to the forest. the direction was just to follow the dirt path.

reluctantly, you found yourself standing at the edge of the forest, staring into the dimly lit path that led to the rumoured kissing rock. your friends' laughter echoed in your mind as you took hesitant steps forward, branches cracking under your feet. the deeper you ventured, the more ominous the surroundings felt, shadows dancing in the moonlight.

eventually, you reached a small clearing bathed in silver light. in its center, a large, smooth rock stood out conspicuously. this must be it, you thought with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. you wondered what possessed your friends to send you here alone, knowing your lack of romantic entanglements.

suddenly, you heard rustling behind you. your heart skipped a beat as you turned, half-expecting to find someone watching you from the shadows.

and you were right.

a figure emerged from the shadows, clad in dark clothing, some t-shirt with a metal band logo on it and black cargo shorts. his presence was unexpected, yet strangely fitting for this secluded spot.

"hey." the boy greeted a bit surprised to see you too. he brushed some of his long hair out of his eyes as he stared at you (which kind of looked like a glare.) he held a bottle of whiskey loosely in one hand, the label worn and familiar, a quarter of the bottle was already empty. the unfamiliar male was obviously buzzed.

you blinked, unsure of what to say. "um, hi. i didn't expect to find anyone else here..."

he hums lightly, not knowing what to say either, so he just goes over to the rock and sits down a bit sloppily. "well, i guess it's pretty quiet here so..." the male takes another gulp of the whiskey bottle.

you nodded slowly and just stood there. "ain't that strong?" you gesture to the whiskey.

he offers you the bottle. "want some? helps with the solitude."

"sure." you walk over to the rock and sit down on it beside him. he hands you the bottle and you take a small sip, since it was strong. the liquid burned down your throat and you scrunch up your face as you swallow it. "damn..."

"it gets good when you get used to it." he chuckles at your reaction as he takes back the bottle. "i'm joey." joey says as he gives you a serious look.

"i'm y/n." joey nods and takes another small sip.

"what are you doing at the kissing rock?" he asks you. you didn't know if it was just you but a small hopeful gleam shined in his eyes as he asked that question.

"my friends dared me to come here." joey makes a small oh.

"what did you come here to find someone to kiss??" you tease him lightly and he shoots you a glare.

you could tell the whiskey was getting to him as he nodded. "yeah as a matter of fact, i did." joey turns to you and gives you an intense look.

before anyone could say anything, he starts to kiss you. you could easily smell the whiskey on his breath as he kissed you sloppily, but passionately.

when he noticed you didn't pull away, he pushed himself onto your lap as he started to make out with you. joey let out a sigh as you started to reciprocate the kiss.

you ended kissing a cute, random stranger in the middle of a forest. who cares? it's not like you were complaining.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Spit (Chris Fehn x Fem! Reader) SMUT

My hand slipped...

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, ADULT CONTENT, very little plot pretty much only porn, spit, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, spanking, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, gagging, degradation (in a hot way) but also praise, face grabbing, throat grabbing, spitting in mouth, hair pulling, biting, scratching, the mask stays on (kind of a heavy focus on it at some points), semi-public sex I guess? Size kink, Chris is really strong and likes to manhandle you a lot, whoops.

My Masterlist! ~ Tip Jar! ~ AO3 Link!

Divider credits: @adornedwithlight

Your hands gripped painfully tight onto the barrier in front of you. By some miracle you and your friend had managed to fight your way to the front of the pit during the opener. You nearly screamed at the sight in front of you, you had managed to place yourself right in front of Chris's drums. You had made it your mission when you first left your house to catch the percussionist’s attention, desperately wanting the chance to flirt with your favorite band member. You screamed as the venue was plunged into darkness, the silhouette's of the band taking their positions filled the stage. The first chord ripped from the speakers, your chest rattling with the vibrations. Chris noticed you instantly, you were so pretty how could he not? The moment your eyes met his, he knew he had to do everything possible to make tonight the best night of your life. He can't help but smile under his mask as he watches you scream and thrash along to the music with your friend. “Hey!” He yells in an attempt to get one of the security guards attention. It would be too dangerous to try and slip you a pass while you were in the crowd, you would be mobbed for it. But, bringing the pretty girl up on stage to have her favorite band serenade her, well who would argue with that. He tries again, shouting and waving his arm at the guard. A few of the fans had started pointing in an attempt to help, but he simply didn't care. Chris picks up one of his drumsticks and throws it at the security guards head. “Hey asshole!” The guard whips around angrily, freezing when he’s met with the annoyed expression in Chris's eyes. “Get her the fuck up here!” He growls, nodding in your direction. The guard hurries over to you, lifting you easily over the barrier and dragging you behind him to the stage.

Chris kneels down in front of you, your cheeks grow warm as you watch his eyes trace over your curves. “He asked for you!” The guard explains. Chris holds out his hand for you, motioning for you to come up on the stage. Seeing that the security guard was making no move to help you up, Chris decided to take matters into his own hands. He jumps down off the stage, pushing into the guard roughly with his shoulder, placing himself directly in front of you. You can't help but scream as you're swept off the ground in one swift movement. He sets you on the edge of the stage before hosting himself up beside you. He pulls you up, his hand staying firmly wrapped around yours as he leads you to the center of the stage. He makes a performance of showing you off, sizing you up like a predator looking at its prey. The screams from the crowd were almost overwhelming and the fact he looked ready to eat you alive at any moment definitely wasn't helping.

“What's your name, beautiful?” You can't help but shiver as you feel his hot breath bounce off your ear. You squeak out your name as he wraps an arm around your waist, leading you towards his kit before any of the others have a chance to approach you. You weren't entirely sure because of how loud the venue was, but you were pretty sure you heard him bark at Jim as he passed by with you.

“Why'd you bring me up?” You ask him curiously. You feel the way his chest shakes with laughter as it presses into your back. He places a hand on either side of your waist, trapping your body in between him and his kit.

“You're just having so much fun, I can't keep my eyes off you… plus, I wanted to see if your body feels as good in my hands as I thought it would.” He grabs his drumsticks as they start to que up for the next song, instructing you to stay pressed against him. “Hope you're ready for a show, sweetheart.” He chuckles. Having you standing in front of him was definitely a hindrance to his playing, but he couldn't find it in him to care. The jealous looks towards both you and him alike made him smirk. You were having the time of your life, screaming along with the song, getting to watch your favorite performer up close. The stage lights made the sweat that coated your skin glow. Chris chuckles as he wonders how you would taste. Your knees nearly give out as you feel his hot tongue drag up your neck, a strangled moan fighting to stay in your body. The zipper on his mask was ice cold against the hot trail of saliva that coated your skin. Watching the way your body responded to him made him ravenous. He wraps a hand around your throat, a dangerous smile spreading across your lips as you easily give yourself up to him. You shiver as he glares down at you, growling and screaming into your face like a feral animal. His fingers trail over your pulse as his hand leaves your neck, grabbing your cheeks roughly to force you to keep looking at him. “Open your fucking mouth.” He growls. You do as he asks without question, your eyes never leaving his. Your heart pounds in time with the steady rhythm of the drums. Chris chuckles at your desperate expression. “So fucking pretty.” He praises, giving your face another harsh squeeze before he winds up and spits directly into your mouth. He keeps an arm wrapped around you for the rest of the song, enjoying the feeling of your body pressing into him as you dance. He motioned for one of the crew members that was just off stage. “Go around to the door on the side of the building after the concert’s over, I want you all to my fucking self for the rest of the night.” He helped you back to the pit after tucking the backstage pass into the waistband of your pants, leaving you in a daze as you struggled to explain to your friend just what the hell happened up there.

Being led through the sterile white hallways made you nervous, knowing that your final destination was going to leave you with a man you had fantasized about meeting for years. The security guard knocks on the door, announcing that his guest had arrived. You can't think of a single thing to say as he opens the door, his massive form towering over you, his eyes instantly landing on you from their position behind his mask. He had removed the top half of his jumpsuit, tying the sleeves around his waist in a sort of belt. “I'm glad you showed up.” He chuckles. “Tell the others not to wait up. I won't be back for a while, and even when I am, hopefully I won't be alone.” Heat immediately pools in your core at his seductive tone. He takes you by the hand, pulling you into the dressing room. He pushes you back into the door, causing it to slam shut behind you. The nose of his mask presses against yours, keeping him a good distance away from you, allowing him to easily study your expression. “It's a shame I won't be able to kiss you properly with this thing on, but I think fucking a man in a mask is part of the appeal for you, isn't it baby?” He can't help but chuckle as he watches you shudder under his intense gaze. Goosebumps erupt across your skin as his fingers dip below the hem of your shirt. “My safe word is red, does that work for you?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod, watching his skilled hands slowly remove your clothes. When you don't give him a verbal answer he grabs you roughly by the face, tapping your cheek with your finger. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly.

“Yes, what?” He snaps back immediately.

“Yes, sir.” Your cheeks burn as you let the horrific tumble from your lips. He gently pats your cheek.

“Good girl.” He chuckles. The rough pads of his fingers run over the now exposed skin of your stomach. He pushes the nose of his mask against your throat. He breathes out a groan, “I've been waiting to hear you scream my name all night.” He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“I doubt you'll have any problems accomplishing that.” He knocks the breath from your lungs as he pushes his full weight into you.

“I was so shocked to see such a pretty little thing right in front.” He murmurs next to your ear. “I just knew I needed to have you all to myself.” You shiver at the rough feeling of his mask's zipper dragging along your throat. You gasp as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, slipping a leg in between yours in order to keep you standing. His breath was hot against your skin, his massive hands engulfing your waist as he finally released his hold on your wrists. You grip tightly into his strong shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as the assault of metal and teeth continued to mark you up until he was content with the sight. He hisses as the sweat on his skin causes your hands to slip, your nails clawing down his back. He chuckles into the crook of your neck, cursing under his breath as the stinging settles into his skin. He wraps his hands around your thighs, lifting you effortlessly from the floor. He guides your legs around his waist, pinning you in between him and the door as metal presses harshly into your lips. “I'm going to fucking ruin you.” He growls into your mouth.

He carries you across the room, setting you down in order to help free you from the confines of your remaining clothes. You were just desperate to get your hands on him. You feel his muscles twitch under your fingers as they ghost over his chest. Your hands trail down his torso until they eventually and on the knotted sleeves of his jumpsuit, silently asking for permission to remove it. Chris takes you by the hand, smirking under his mask as he leads you towards the couch in the room. “I plan on having some fun with you first.” He sits back into the cushions, patting his thigh. “Come have a seat, baby.” You whimper as his hands find their way to your waist, pressing your already soaked core against the rough material of his jumpsuit. You can't stop the moan he tears free from your throat as he guides your hips in a steady rhythm back and forth across his thigh. He reclines with a sigh, one hand remaining wrapped around your waist, the other resting behind his head as he casually watches you. Your sounds become louder and more frequent the longer he lets you go, the friction from riding his thigh paired with his intense gaze threatening to send you over the edge with every small movement.

“Don't you dare fucking stop.” He growls, you yelp as he delivers a harsh smack to your ass. Your hips begin to stutter, a strangled whine leaving your lips as you struggle to keep up your pace. Chris chuckles as he watches your pathetic attempts at getting yourself off. He hums as he grabs your waist, his thumbs pushing into your hips as he helps you move. You curse, crying out his name as you lurch forward, your hands coming to rest on his chest in an attempt to keep you upright. Your thighs tremble as he suddenly brings you to a complete stop, pleading with him to keep going. “I think I deserve a turn, baby, don't you?” He chuckles at your desperate expression. He stands you up, your legs barely able to support your weight. “Don't worry, you'll get your turn. When I'm ready I'm going to fuck you stupid, you won't remember your name by the time I'm done with you.”

He guides your hands to the knot at his waist, letting you untie his jumpsuit and having it fall around his ankles along with his boxers before collapsing back into the couch. His eyes stay locked on you as you drop to your knees, settling yourself in between his legs. “Spit.” He commands, holding out his hand. You do as he asks, spitting into his palm in order for him to prep himself with a few slow pumps of his half hard cock. He tangles his fingers into your hair, guiding you forward until your lips wrap around his tip. He hisses, his head thudding against the wall. He guides your mouth over his length, setting a near animalistic pace from the start. Drool dripped from the corners of your lips, pooling at the base of his cock. You gagged as he slammed into the back of your throat, cutting off your air as he held you as far down as your mouth would allow before releasing you entirely. You cough when you're finally able to breathe again. “Such a dirty fucking whore… doing such a good job.” You let out a soft moan as he grabs you by the throat. “Who would have thought that such a pretty girl would have such a filthy fucking mouth.” He takes a firstful of your hair again, guiding you back down to his cock. You gag and sputter as he fucks harshly into your throat, tears collecting a long your lashes and eventually dripping down into your cheeks. “Fucking crybaby.” He chuckles, pulling you off his length in one swift movement. He places a hand under your chin, guiding you to stand. He pulls you into his lap, holding you against his chest in order to line his member up with your entrance. You moan, cursing and grabbing desperately into his shoulders as he slowly lowers you down onto his length. He groans as he bottoms out inside of you, feeling you settle fully into his lap. “You feel so fucking good.” He groans.

He grits his teeth as he struggles not to instantly start fucking into you mercilessly. Your hazy, far off look telling him he wasn't far from breaking you already. His head drops back as he holds back a growl, lazily rolling his hips in order to make any sort of movement. He presses into a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, he pulls you into him, dragging his tongue over the collage of bruises he had left behind on your neck. You moan his name, attempting to roll your hips in time with his thrusts, a battle you quickly lost as he increased his tempo. His fingers dig painfully into the plushness of your ass, holding you in place as he pounds into you from below. “Dirty fucking whore, you like being fucked by some freak in a mask don't you?” You yelp as he delivers another harsh smack to your ass. You sob, your thighs trembling as your climax sneaks up on you. “Good girl.” He praises with an amused chuckle. He grabs your face in one hand, forcing your eyes on him. “I make you feel that fucking good, huh?” You scream as his free hand dips between your legs, mercilessly rubbing circles at your sensitive clit, sending a second orgasm crashing over you.

He pauses for a moment in order to let you come down from your high. He chuckles when you can't get your legs to stop shaking. “Poor baby, I made you feel that good just from bouncing on my cock.” He teases, making your cheeks burn. “Hopefully those legs of yours still work at least a little bit, I'm not done with you yet.” He tips you back into the couch. You whine at the sudden emptiness as he pulls out of you. He grabs you by your waist, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. He wastes no time lining himself up with your entrance, slamming back into you at a feral speed. You scream, your legs immediately trying to give out underneath you. Chris keeps a tight hold on you, animalistically fucking into you. His hands wander wherever they can reach, mapping every inch of your body and how you responded to his touch. He delivers another harsh smack to your ass, afterwards rubbing soothing circles into the spot. “Doing such a good fucking job.” He groans. “My dirty fucking whore.” He lays himself over you, his muscular body completely blanketing your smaller form. You press your face into the cushions in an attempt to muffle your screams of pleasure. Every smack he delivered made you whine with need, every impossibly deep thrust threatening to break you.

“Chris,” you whimper. He wraps a hand on your throat, thumb pressing into your jaw to turn your gaze onto him.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He groans, his thrusts noticeably beginning to lose their rhythm.

“Please, don't stop.” He lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle.

“If I don't pull out soon, I'm going to end up cumming in that pretty pussy of yours.” You can't help but jolt as the cold feeling of metal presses into your skin.

“I don't care… need you.” You manage to stutter out through the thick fog that clouded your mind.

“If that's what you want, baby.” You pull your lip between your teeth as you feel him slip his fingers back into your hair. “Who am I to deny an angel their request?” He nips at your neck, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit as he fucks into your at an animalistic pace. He buries his face in between your shoulder blades, the silicone of his mask sticking to your sweaty skin. He removed his hand from your throat, gripping tightly onto your hips as he guided you over his length. You felt his thighs tremble every time they connected with your ass. Your name and curses spilled from his lips like a prayer. You scream his name as you finish, your thighs trembling as they struggle to support your weight. Chris curses loudly as he finishes, shooting hot ropes of cum inside of you as his hips stutter to a stop, every so often and uncontrollable jolt ripping through him.

He soothingly strokes your sides with his thumbs as he eased himself out of you. “Just relax, okay? I'll take care of you.” He whispers in a soothing tone, guiding you to lay down. You jump as he starts to clean you up. “Sorry, should've warned you.” He chuckles.

He sighs as he collapsed into the couch, pulling you into his lap. You could barely keep your eyes open, you found yourself leaning into his warmth. “My hotel isn't just down the street… you could always come spend the night if you wanted to.”

[humanrindswrites]

his turn

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

summary: reader is woken up to a birthday surprise. but it's not her birthday.

warnings: nsfw, smut, light bondage, potential dubcon, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, somewhat rough sex, maybe degradation idk?, light d/s, vibrator use, squirting/female ejactulation (it's not piss)

word count: 3694 words

a/n: yes i know this fic is a year and a week late, shut up.

As soon as she felt those unforgettable lips on the inside of her thigh, she knew what was going on. It had been months since she’d told him that he could wake her up by playing with her, but of course, he had to choose today of all days to take her up on that offer.

“Shouldn’t this be the other way around?” she asked, her voice groggy as it warmed up. “I should be going down on you to wake you up..”

“But this is what I wanted to do,” Corey said as he crawled up her body, leaving kisses on her bare skin as he went. “It didn't have to be the same way as when you woke me up like this.”

“I can see that,” she said. “Literally. And the ties instead of handcuffs were a nice touch.”

“Well, I’m not as mean as you are.”

“Excuse you, sir,” she said in mock offence. “I have never been mean to you a day in my life.”

“I don't know about that,” Corey purred as he ran his fingers across the insides of her thighs again. “Cuffing me to the bed and blindfolding me while I was asleep so you could suck my cock would be mean to some people.”

Her breath hitched when his fingertips danced dangerously close to her already wet pussy. He gathered a drop of her arousal onto his finger and brought his hand up to show her.

“You were already this wet before you woke up,” he crooned. “Been dreaming about me?”

She whined helplessly and gently pushed her hips up as she gripped the ties around her hands.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a wolfish grin before settling back between her legs again. 

“Please,” she mewled when he kissed her inner thighs again.

“Please, what?” he teased, and trailed his kisses closer to where she wanted them.

“Please lick my pussy.”

He shot that grin at her again before kissing her clit directly.

“Alright, since you asked so nicely.”

Slowly, he snaked his tongue out and ran it through her sopping folds, starting at her entrance and making his way up to her clit. The sensation made her head fall back against her pillow as she tugged on the restraints. She hadn't realised just how worked up she’d been before he started touching her.

He chuckled against her sensitive flesh when she moaned softly, sending vibrations through her and heightening her pleasure.

“I could keep you like this all day, sweetheart” he purred and replaced his mouth with his fingers so he could crawl up her body to be level with her.

Her face was already hot against his skin as he rested his forehead against hers, feeling her shuddering breath before pressing his lips to hers.

She eagerly returned his kiss, a fleeting chance at being able to touch him while he had her tied up. A whine crawled out of her throat when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with her own before breaking away to kiss her jaw and neck.

“When I woke up and saw how good you looked, I just knew I had to,” he purred against her skin. “I have to thank you for not wearing pyjamas to bed for once.”

She whined again and tried to squirm away from him, only to be held back by the ties around her wrists.

“What’s wrong, honey? You want my mouth again?”

“Yes,” she breathed and pushed her hips up into his hand.

He took his fingers away from her clit and began to trail his lips down her body, taking his time to feel how warm her skin was under him, how her body thrummed with desire, and hear how her breath shuddered as she tried to keep her composure. She’d been so cocky when she’d first woken up and now he’d reduced her to a quivering mess in just a few minutes.

Once he’d finished teasing her, he settled back between her legs and rested his head on her thigh to take in the sight before him. Her face was needy and desperate as she wordlessly begged him to touch her again, her mouth hung open and eyes pleading as she breathed deeply. He didn’t have to touch her to tell that her face was getting hotter and hotter by the second.

As soon as they made eye contact, she turned her gaze away from him, as if she was shy about him seeing her completely nude and tied to the bed. He’d seen her in so many compromising situations, but it always amused her that she would turn shy before things got heated.

He chuckled softly and turned his head to kiss a trail down her thigh again before leaving one directly on her clit.

“You don’t need to be so shy with me, sweetheart,” he said as he rested his hands on her hips. “I could have been so much meaner to you than this. I could have cuffed you, blindfolded you, turned you over and spanked you until you were raw and crying.”

He smiled against her sensitive flesh when he felt her clench beneath him. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up through her folds, starting at her entrance and ending at her clit before taking it in his mouth and gently sucking on it.

“But, it’s a beautiful day outside,” he said between licks, “and I’m not a cruel person.”

Her entire body relaxed as she let him play with her body, her legs falling softly as he draped them over his shoulders and her arms drooping in their restraints. She couldn’t help the sounds that escaped from her mouth as he slowly wound her body up with his tongue, lapping up her essence and swirling it around her swollen clit.

Without realising, she started to tug on her restraints as she tried to run her fingers through his hair like she normally would. Instead, she settled for wrapping her legs tighter around him and running one of her feet up and down his back, just to be able to feel him.

But, he was obviously in a teasing mood.

Without taking his mouth off her cunt, he slid his hands away from her hips and wrenched her legs off of him. She yelped in surprise as her tailbone was pushed up off the mattress and her knees almost brushed against her chest as he folded her in two.

“Want me to tie your legs too?” he asked, his voice vibrating against her.

“No, sir,” she whined as she tried to catch her breath.

“Then stay still.”

He sat back to watch her clench and twitch in his hold before running his fingers down her thigh and through her warm slit, slowly pushing them in and dragging his fingertips along her soft walls. She bit her lip and let her head fall back onto the pillow when he started to use his tongue again, perfectly timing his strokes and licks to alternate with each other.

The position he’d pushed her into gave him the perfect angle to find her sweet spot and he firmly curled his fingers into it as he latched onto her clit and sucked harshly on it. She inhaled sharply, her breath hissing through her teeth before opening her mouth and letting a cry escape her lips. She could already feel the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach and tried to hide her burning face in her shoulder in embarrassment.

He’d only been touching her for, what, five minutes and she was already close? Time to work up some stamina again.

“I think I can make you squirt,” he mumbled against her hot flesh before taking his mouth off her.

“What?” she asked, dazed. “No, I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

Being hurt was the least of her concerns.

“I haven’t done it in a long time, I don’t think I can anymore.” She shivered when he kissed her clit again, any worries she had melting away.

“Seeing if you still can is the fun part,” he purred as he pressed down just above her pubic area and continued to lave his tongue across her clit.

She let her head fall back onto the pillow and her eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself to the feeling of his fingers inside her dripping pussy and his mouth on her throbbing clit. He crooked his fingers into her sweet spot, making her see stars behind her eyelids and moans escaped her lips as he wound her further and further towards the edge. The pressure continued to build up inside her until she felt like she was about to burst, her inner muscles clenching hard around his fingers until she finally clamped down on them, a small amount of fluid gushing out onto him and dripping down his wrist as he continued to move inside her.

Steadily, he slowed his movements down and eased off her clit as she was brought back to Earth. She couldn’t help how her hips shuddered and bucked up into him as her climax faded away and she watched him with hazed eyes as he slid his soaked fingers out of her and stroked her hot skin.

“Good girl,” he crooned as he gently patted her spent cunt. “I told you you could do it.”

“Fuck me,” she breathed once she finally caught her breath.

“So soon? When you’re still sensitive?” He took hold of her knees and pushed them further apart, exposing her even more to him until her thighs touched her chest. “If you insist.”

Before she could take a moment to prepare herself again, she felt him plunge his cock inside her. Thankfully she was still soaking wet after cumming, since the pace he set was so rough she would have been torn in two. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a strangled moan.

“How’s that feel?” Corey purred as he fucked her, his fingers gripping her legs so tight he could almost feel her pulse. “Think I can make you squirt like this?”

She looked at him with hazed eyes and nodded her head frantically as her mouth hung open, her breaths coming out in high-pitched pants before she licked her lips and tried to catch her breath again.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper and rusty from moaning so much. “I wanna do it again.”

He chuckled softly before taking his right hand off her leg and bringing his thumb up to his mouth to lick it. Not stopping his hips for a second, he brought it back down to her clit and traced circles over it, making sure that every millimetre of it was touched and stimulated.

“More,” she breathed as she rolled her hips into his. “Please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty girl,” he said as he rubbed her clit faster, alternating between circles and diagonal movements. “You pretend that you’re all innocent and sweet but I know that you love being fucked like a slut.”

Her cunt clenched hard at hearing him talk to her like that, and she could feel her second orgasm coming on fast. She writhed underneath him and pulled on her restraints, desperate to be free so she could touch him, and guide him to where she wanted him to go.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum again,” she said through a gasp as her back started to arch against the mattress.

“Again? Already?” he teased as he took his thumb away from her clit to push down on the space above her pubic bone again. “You really are desperate.”

She forced her body to stay still as he fucked her into the bed, the pressure inside her building and building until she could barely contain it anymore. The feeling of his hard cock sliding inside her and brushing against her sweet spot made her see stars and she threw her head back against her pillow as she let him take total control of her body.

Her cunt clenched repeatedly around his cock as he dragged her second orgasm out of her, pulling out at the last second before she gushed all over his stomach. His cock twitched the second her fluid touched his skin and he could only kneel before her in awe of what he’d made her body do.

Tenderly, he stroked her thighs as she came down from her high, her whole body twitching as the endorphins flooded her system. Their skin and the sheets were all soaked and she looked like she couldn’t take much more, but he had to keep going. He wanted to feel her do it while his cock was still inside her.

“Think you got one more in you, baby?” he asked softly as he untied one of her wrists and kissed her forehead.

She panted audibly as she nodded her head, barely able to speak. 

“More,” she said as he pulled her aching arm down to touch his face. “Make me cum again.”

He kissed her lips gently and briefly before moving over to dig something out of her nightstand next to the bed. She gazed at the ceiling in a daze as he found what he was looking for and was only brought back when he placed it in her hand: her wand vibrator that she used when he was away or he used on her whenever he wanted to tease her.

“Hold this against your clit,” he said as he turned the toy on and set it to the highest speed.

She immediately placed it against her sensitive flesh, leaving him enough room to slide his cock back into her. Her hips jumped on first contact but he held her down when he pushed into her, making her eyes roll back into her head as he started to fuck her again.

“Y’know, when you said that I could do this to you, I knew I had to make you wait,” he said as he set a fast pace, his hips snapping against hers. “There’d be no fun if I did it the day after. I had to catch you by surprise.”

She heard him talking, but none of his words registered in her mind. She was too far gone in the throws of pleasure that how he was making her feel was the only thing she could focus on.

“What better time for me to hold you to your word than on my birthday?” he purred as he snaked his arm around her leg to press down on her lower stomach again. “I get to do what I want to you when I want to do it. You couldn’t have given me a better present.”

She tried her best to keep her third orgasm at bay, but the feeling of his cock pushing against that spot inside her and the vibrator on her clit had other ideas. She fought it by taking deep breaths and trying to clench around his cock, but it was futile.

Her back arched sharply as she gasped and her cunt clamped down on his cock, a cry forcing its way out of her lungs as she sprayed her release all over him, drops of it hitting both of them and soaking the sheets underneath them as he continued to thrust into her hot, dripping cunt. She wanted to turn the vibrator off and throw it aside but it felt too good to take away, even though her clit was sore and thoroughly played with.

If she hadn’t been numb from the waist down or overtaken by pleasure, she would have felt him spill his warm cum inside her before it leaked out in a river of their mixed fluids. Her arm fell away from her body, the vibrator still in her hand as she went limp against the mattress and let him fall on top of her.

Lazily, he kissed her softly, his tongue dancing with hers as she slowly came back to her senses.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she mumbled against his mouth as she returned his kissed before burying her face in his neck.

Completely spent, he let go of her hips and stroked them tenderly as he pulled out of her. He’d left finger-shaped bruises behind from holding on to her so hard, but he felt a sense of pride that they were there in the first place. Even after taking himself away from her just slightly, he could feel her tremble beneath him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, reaching over to untie her wrist. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head feebly. “No,” she managed to croak out. “I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’re still shaking.”

She let out a shuddering breathy laugh as she settled back into the mattress and let her legs fall away from him. “I didn’t know I could still do that.”

“I’m glad you still can,” he said, wiping her fluid off his skin. “No pressure to do it every time, though.”

“Thank God for that.” 

She watched him as he stood up from the bed and briefly ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel. Her arms ached from being held up for so long and her fingers were still locked around the vibrator that was still buzzing away. She clicked it off and let it fall out of her hand as she stretched her arms out to the sides and lay spread eagle with her eyes closed, letting her muscles relax as she fought off sleep.

The sudden feeling of a cold, wet cloth on her hot skin brought her out of her trance. She opened her eyes again and sat up gingerly to see Corey gently wiping the insides of her thighs with the cloth, cleaning his cum and her fluids off of her skin.

“Don’t go falling asleep again,” he said, firmly dabbing the cloth against her clit to make her legs jump.

“You’re the one who woke me up,” she said and tried to wriggle away from him. “So rude.”

He finished cleaning her up and threw the washcloth aside as he flopped down on the mattress next to you. “It’s only fair that I got you back after what you did to me,” he said. “I at least had permission, you didn’t. You’re lucky that I’m not opposed to this kind of thing.”

“You loved it, really,” she said as she rolled onto her side and shuffled up to lay her head on his chest.

“I did.” He pulled her closer to him to wrap his arms around her and tenderly kissed her temple. “I like it when you’re more daring.”

She hummed in response, too tired to speak and let her body be soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his palms running across her skin. The sun had started to rise outside, light shining in through a crack in the blinds as birds sang out on the lawn.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked after an extended silence. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I cut my nails two days ago, they can’t have grown back that fast.”

“I’m fine, babe,” she said, stopping him from babbling. “You always worry about me when you don’t need to.”

“It’s ‘cause I want you to have a good time and not get scared when we do things like this,” he said as he tenderly stroked her face.

She let her face relax into his fingers so that her jaw rested in the palm of his hand and melted back into his touch. Her eyes drifted closed as she settled into his arms and rested her face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m not scared,” she mumbled, her words slurring together. “You could never scare me.”

“Good,” he said into her hair as he stroked her back.

They were quiet for a while, listening to each other’s breathing and heartbeats as cars drove past and birds tweeted outside. She could have felt herself drift off to sleep when her stomach growling snapped her back to reality. His body shook with quiet laughter and she couldn’t stop herself from joining in.

“I guess we’d better go get some breakfast, huh?” he asked as he slowly unwrapped his arms from her.

“We really must have worked up an appetite,” she said sheepishly and got up gingerly, her arms still aching from being held up.

“Mm, it’s more like I worked up your appetite,” he said as he helped her sit on the end of the bed. “What do you want? I’ll make anything, my treat.”

She rolled her shoulders back and forward as she stretched her neck and blindly grabbed for her robe from the headboard where she’d left it the night before. Her ears rang and her head spun as her body began to wake up and recover from the morning’s activities, telling her that she needed just one thing.

“Pancakes,” she said as she looped her arms through the robe’s sleeves, not bothering to put her pyjamas back on first. “I think I could do with the sugar.”

“Pancakes it is,” he said with a warm smile before softly kissing her forehead. “I’d better put some clothes on.”

She laughed as she watched him round the bed to pull his underwear back on and root around his dresser for a pair of lounge pants.

“It’s probably not a good idea to cook while naked, honey,” she giggled and stood up to meet him, her legs still wobbly.

“You don’t think me making food for you without any clothes on would be sexy?”

“I’m more concerned about you burning your dick off,” she said as she led them both to the door, her stomach growling in anticipation of the pancakes.

“Good point,” he said on their way down to the kitchen. “I’m gonna need to keep that in the future.” “Especially if we’re gonna be doing that more often.”

[hotgeniusreid]

No thoughts other than being sandwiched in between Jim and Mick while they make out to make you desperate, and got you feeling their hard cocks from behind and in front of you 🤤

I am very horny for men with long hair and beards 😩

[strawbrry-vamp]

sid wilson/gn reader

request :: this was requested by MANY people (@ihugmomo and i) after seeing Kelly's story on insta of sid finding 'boner pills' that belonged to the people before them in the couch cushions of the tour bus

tw :: suggestive,, i mean it's about boner pills

setting :: sid and yours private tour bus

sid and you had just woken up. you're trying to freshen up in the bus bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth.

as soon as you have a mouth full of toothpaste, sid opens the bathroom door with a huge grin on his face, holding up a little bag with what looks like 2 pills in it. you tilt your head at him as you continue to brush your teeth, curious as to what your boyfriend has now.

"boner pills" is all he says. you choke on the toothpaste and spit it out, your eyes wide as you wipe your face clean.

"what?" you question him. your cheeks growing slightly rosy. his grin goes wider as he walks in and sets his hands on your hips, the pills in his hands pressed against your hip.

"boner pills. i found them in the couch cushions.., maybe i should take em'~" he whispers the last part against your ear, rubbing your hip slowly with his other hand. you let out a snort but the idea sounds exciting in an odd way.

you look at his face and despite his shit eating grin he seems serious-

"are you actually considering taking some random guys boner pills?" you question the dj. he nods without a second thought.

"hell yea i am! why not? it'll be funn~" he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you sigh and run your hand up his chest, past his shoulders, and around his neck.

"fine" you mutter softly. the dj chuckles in victory, shaking his hand lower and squeezing your ass with his big hand.

"alright sweethear, you'll be in for a treat~" he mutters, grabbing one of the little paper cups from the sink, filling it up and downing the pills.

the idea of fucking on the tour bus isn't new at all, you teo have done that MANY times, but the idea and anticipation of the pills makes it a little more exciting.

"so..how long will it take-" you can't finish your sentence and he's already pinned you against the bathroom wall, his hips grinding against yours as he whispers in your ear, "oh darling I'm not waiting,.. it'll just help make it last"

[korn-dogz]

Idk if youve done sid sfw and nsfw before but could you please? Id love to see what you’ll come up with!

YES!! Sid is super cute and I love him so much

Just wanted to add the extra pictures 😉

Summary: nsfw and sfw hcs for Sid Wilson

WARNING: smut, fluff

Sfw

-he’s a big baby, he will lay on your chest and nag for your attention

-he loves playing with your hair when you lay your head on his lap, he will braid it (he doesn’t know how to but he’s trying his best)

-he will flex his muscles to you all the time

-“hey babe, check these bad boys out” and pretend like he’s a professional body builder

-he’d be the type of mf to bite you, regardless of what the occasion is

-he won’t leave your ass alone (literally) he will smack is, he doesn’t care who’s watching

-he’s the funniest person to drink with, he’d be like “I bet you won’t dare me to drink this whole bottle” doesn’t matter what you say he will drink the whole thing

-but when he’s drunk; he’s all over you, he will accidentally hurt you but you know he never means to do it

-he’s a fun guy to be around, he always makes dirty jokes and does the most random shit

-he cared for you lots tho, if he accidentally hurts you when he’s not drunk he will never forgive himself, even if you keep reassuring him that you’re fine

-he loves to go on nature walks with you, he will pick a flower (dead or alive) an hand it to you like your royalty

-buys you everything, like you mentioned you wished you had a tea cup and the next day he bought you the nicest tea cup ever

-he’ll use you as a model for his masks when he has to come up with a new one

-he loves cuddling with you in bed after a long day in the studio, it helps him blow off steam

Nsfw

-he’s definitely into some kinky shit, like having you in a collar or calling you “my little pet”

-he loves foreplay, the build up turns him on

-he gets turned on by anything really

-he loves making sex tapes with you, or taking polaroid photos of you naked

-he can go for quite a while, so far he can make it to 3 rounds

-he’s definitely a dirty talker, saying shit like “fuckin whore” “fuck yeah” “fuck, you’re so tight” “such a fuckin slut for me” or “fuck, I’m gonna fill you up good”

-his favourite position is doggy or cowgirl, even in doggy he loves seeing your ass bounce on him during doggy

-he’s an animal during sex, thrusting into you rapidly and moaning loudly

-he’s more of a groaner then a moaner, but when he’s treated good sometimes he will whimper

-he loves fingering you, the crys you let out when he reaches the right spot drives him crazy

-his favourite thing to do is have you sit on his face, and grind your hips into his mouth

-hell do it anywhere, he has determination to get the job done no matter where you guys are

-the risk of getting caught turns him on more

-he doesn’t care if someone walks in he will still be pounding into you

-he’s 100% into roleplay, he loves it when your the doctor and he’s the patient (stupid scenario but yiu get my point) 

-he likes having sex with you when he’s drunk, his stamina increases 10 folds when he’s drunk



[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.

[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! 😘💜

[sup-dilfsandmilfs]

Baby fever with Mick

You and Mick had been married for a couple years already, you'd had everything figured out. How you keep your relationship alive while he's on tour or in the studio all day, how public you could be and what you could post with him on social media, and the possibility to have kids

You'd both agreed that it wasn't necessarily something you wanted to try for. With Mick going away on tour every couple years he felt like it wasn't the right time to have a kid, he'd want to be in their life as much as possible and right now that wasn't possible

Even if Sid and Kelly were able to work it out.

In fact, Kelly often brought their son, Sydney, with them on tours. You'd witnessed at one show you'd gone to Syd and Kelly would take a nap in the green room while everyone performed, which was honestly a cute site to see

What was even cuter however was how baby Syd interacted with everyone else. Completely unfazed by the masks many critics had said would scare a child, smiling up at everyone and playing around

You watched as Mick even blew some bubbles for him. The sight warmed your heart and got you yearning for the thing you said you didn't want

You tried to hide the feelings from Mick but nothing about you slipped past him "what's on your mind honey?" He'd asked late one night as you were getting ready for bed

"Was thinking about making a big breakfast tomorrow" you lied and smiled at him but he didn't take that as an answer

"I can tell something's been bothering you for a while, spit it out" you rinsed your mouth before turning to him

"I just- seeing you, and everyone playing around with baby syd got me thinking about having a kid- and I know! We already agreed that we weren't going to have one, that's why I didn't want to bring it up but-"

"Let's have one" he said so casually it caught you off guard

"What?"

"I said let's have a kid" he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer "I'm not immune to Sydney's charm either, and if Sid and Kelly could figure it out I'm sure we can too"

[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]

pinned / masterlist

Hi ! I’m doll ! Here are some things to know about me & this page:

fanfic writer territory! I primarily write x reader / y/n fics, and they’ll be linked below in this post. If that’s not ur cup of tea then click away pls !

This page is 18+ - NSFW will be written, so MDNI pls !

I also love to post silly pics and memes I find online hehe

may also post some doodles and art oop

my primary fandoms as of now are Slipknot & Murderdolls/Wednsday 13 !

A lil’ bit abt me: 20 yr old goth artist who loves fitness, fashion & peanut m&ms !

one last note: heavy respect to all artists and people I portray in my posts; their work is not my property, and all purposes of this page are for entertainment. This is not meant to be a real reflection of them, or for them.

masterlist:

⚰︎ angst | ✶ smut | ‹𝟹 fluff

Slipknot

Joey Jordison

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

[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.

~~~~

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.

~~~~   

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.

~~~~   

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

Headcanon: Teenage sibling

Headcanon: Reassuring Joey

__________

1.2# Jay Weinberg_______________________

2# Paul Gray___________________________

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

Headcanon: Bassplayer | Reader

__________

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.

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

__________

5# Craig Jones_________________________

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

~~~~   

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.

___________

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.

___________

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

__________

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.

__________

All Of\ Or Some of Them_________________

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

~~~~

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

~~~~

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)

~~~~

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

~~~~

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

____________

Headcanons_________________________

Slipknot As Cats

Offensive Humour

Slipknot and Hugs

Slipknot and Teenage Child

You are number 10#

First Kiss

__________________________________________________

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. 

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Slipknot x Nervous Flyer! Reader (FLUFF)

Hello! A couple days ago I got a request from a lovely Anon who's going to be flying for the first time! This is for you my friend, I hope your flight goes well! (I'm sure it will!) Just some quick little drabbles, I hope you enjoy! Should I start a Slipknot tag list? Let me know in the comments!

WARNINGS: None

My Masterlist! ~ Tip Jar! ~ AO3 Link!

Divider credit: @adornedwithlight

(No particular order to this list, just whoever's name I thought of first)

Corey:

Corey would notice you were anxious about your flight before you even got near the plane. He understood why; it was your first time traveling, the whole process was already a bit overwhelming if you weren't used to it, not to mention the airport was extremely busy on top of it, anyone would be stressed. He watches as you nervously bounced your leg, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you waited in line at TSA. “You know, I think I might rewrite the hook for that song we were working on.” He figured there was no better way to distract you than with something you both loved, music. Even just having the familiar topics of conversation seemed to put you more at ease, Corey every so often placing a hand to the small of your back or carefully taking you by the wrist to guide you where you needed to go. By the time you had gotten through TSA the two of you had already worked out the majority of a chorus for something you were working on.

You sighed as you collapsed into one of the hard chairs in the waiting area at the gate, taking a bite of the overpriced breakfast sandwich you had snagged along the way. “You seem a lot less nervous now.” Corey remarks with a playful smile. “It wasn't that bad, was it?”

“No,” you respond with a smile of your own, “not with you here, at least.”

“Well, lucky for you I'll be here the whole time.” He winks, making your cheeks grow warm. Corey silently promised himself he would be by your side through every trip after that.

Sid:

“What's wrong, sugar?” Sid slings an arm over your shoulders, noticing your tense state. You were currently waiting in line to board your plane.

“It's nothing, Sid, promise.” You tried to reassure him with a smile, but he wasn't buying it.

“Sure, that's why your shoulders are in your ears, right?” He asks with a smug smirk.

“Shut up.” You groan, embarrassed by the fact he had noticed you were nervous.

“Are you scared of flying?” He asks quietly, making sure the others didn't overhear.

“I'm just a little nervous, I've never been on a plane before.” You admit bashfully.

“Well, I've flown hundreds of times, and it’s always been a breeze.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his own, offering you a supportive smile. “We’ll get through it together, okay?” He scoops up your hand in his, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Okay.” You respond with a smile of your own, feeling a little bit better about your trip.

Chris:

You jump as a hand suddenly comes to rest on your forehead. “Easy, baby,” Chris starts with a chuckle, “it's just me.” He tries again with much better success, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You're looking a little pale, are you alright?”

You tug nervously at your seatbelt, “I've just never flown before, I'm a little nervous.” Chris’s hand immediately slips into yours, giving it a supportive squeeze.

“You hold onto me as tight as you need to, okay? We’ll be there before you know it.” His bright smile puts you at ease. He fidgets with your fingers, answering any questions you had about the trip.

“Thank you for doing this, I know it's stupid.” You whisper.

“It's not stupid.” He reassures you. “You're trying something new and you're nervous.” He tugs you closer to him, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulder. “I happen to think you're being really brave.” He compliments you softly, making your cheeks grow warm. “You just try and relax, I'll keep you safe.”

Jim:

Jim noticed the moment your nerves started to set in about this trip, immediately taking charge in order to make the whole day easier for you. Whether it was a gentle hand to the small of your back in order to help maneuver you through crowds or offering small distractions to keep your mind off how anxious you were feeling. But, let’s be real, he needed that neck pillow that looked like a shrimp, the fact you wouldn't buy it for him was criminal.

Sitting on the plane, he would point out the window. He described how flaps on the wings would move to catch wind, the sound of them unbolting the walkway from the plane, what take off would feel like, anything to help put you at ease. “Feel free to hold my hand if you want to.” He offers with a wink and a playful smile. You can't help but giggle as you intertwine your fingers with his. You squeeze his hand tightly as the plane starts to move, “it's alright, I'm right here.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding both of your hands in his free one, keeping you tucked close to him as the plane takes off. He leans back so you can look out the window once you're up in the air. “It wasn't that bad, was it?”

“No, not with you here at least.”

Mick:

Mick thought you were mad at him. You were unusually quiet on the drive over to the airport, you kept your distance from everybody as you made your way through security, and now you were sitting by yourself staring out at the tarmac. Mick cautiously approaches you, unsure of what had happened to make you so upset, but desperately wanting to fix it. He sighs as he collapses into the chair at your side. “What did I do?” He asks simply.

“Nothing, honey.” And that was all it took for Mick to realize you weren't mad, you were nervous. You had a tremble in your voice that made it sound like you were about to cry.

Mick wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “Is it the trip in general or just going on the plane?”

It takes you a moment to respond. “Just going on the plane.” His thumb strokes soothingly over your shoulder.

“Well, I'm going to be right next to you the whole time, and you know I'd never let anything bad happen to you.” He gives you a patient smile. “There’s nothing wrong with being nervous, love. But, let me help instead of making me think you're gunna rip my head off, okay?” He chuckles.

“Okay.” You let out a laugh of your own, happy he was here to help you through this.

Joey:

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when Joey’s thumbs pressed soothingly into the tense muscles of your shoulders. “Nervous, love?”

“A little.” You admit quietly, not wanting the others to hear. “I've never flown before.” He spends a few moments giving your muscles the attention they desperately need.

“I promise, you've got nothing to worry about. After you fly a few times you're probably going to think it's funny you were so nervous to begin with.” He chuckles. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just being with you is helping.” He smiles bashfully at the compliment.

“Good, looks like I'm doing my job then.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

Paul:

You stared straight ahead at the seat in front of you, hoping the others wouldn't notice your rigid posture. You wince slightly as Paul quietly says your name from the window seat next to you. “Are you okay?” You nod, knowing if you looked at him he would be able to read you immediately. Of course, as it would turn out, Paul already knew the answer to his question, he just wanted to see how you would respond.

“You know, I'm also scared of flying.” He offers in an attempt to put you at ease.

“Really?” You respond after a moment. He nods, giving you a hum of affirmation in response.

“I used to make myself sick before getting on planes. I would get so stressed out.” He chuckles. “But, I promise, it's not going to be as bad as you think. The worst part is probably taking off and landing, the rest of it will be a breeze.” His gentle smile was enough to help you relax a little.

“I trust you.” You respond quietly. He holds out his hand, silently offering to let you take it for comfort. Your hand slips into his, your free arm looping through the crook of his elbow as you settle into his side, feeling a lot more prepared for the trip ahead.

[humanrindswrites]

dawn

summary: reader isn’t feeling too great about her body

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

warnings: mentions of mental illness (scars, hospitalisation, suicide attempt, depression, medication, body image issues), super-ultra mushy gooey comfort

word count: 1584 words

a/n: a kind anon requested this, and i thought that the concept fit well with two other fics i wrote (i had originally planned to make it smutty, but it didn't really fit with the way i was writing it)

It had been ten months since that horrible night. Ten long months. They both knew that recovery was going to be a long and tedious process, but their respective careers seemed to make it even longer and even more tedious.

For Corey, leaving her in the hospital when he had to go away for work was the worst part. He knew she wasn’t going to be alone on the psych ward, since there were plenty of medical professionals and other patients there too, but he knew her inside and out and he knew that she would isolate herself. The day he’d left her there he’d promised to call her every single day and he’d fulfilled that promise, but it didn’t stop him from worrying.

But for her, just being there in the first place was like going through hell all over again.

If she wasn’t completely numb from the medication she had to take, she was on edge from being watched all the time. She felt like she was being judged constantly for what she’d put him through and that she didn’t deserve him. And no matter how many times her therapist told her that that wasn’t the case and she needed to stop thinking like that, it continued to bother her.

Things got easier once she was home, but not much better.

For the first month, she found herself glued to Corey’s side since he was terrified of leaving her alone for longer than five minutes. And thanks to his eternally busy schedule, she had to accompany him everywhere he went.

Everyone knew what had happened and as much as he assured her that nobody was judging her, she could still feel their eyes on her. She didn’t want to be seen as the crazy dead weight following him around everywhere, or the poor little thing that needed to be looked after. She just wanted people to leave her alone; the way they all looked at her made her want to rip her skin off. Or just find the nearest sharp thing and slash at herself until they stopped.

Months and months of therapy followed until she was mostly back to her regular self. She was talking more often and getting more comfortable with being alone or being touched, she felt less like people were looking at her and judging her all the time, but she still had one thing that she just couldn’t let go of.

She didn’t want him to see her scars.

Corey had his own scars, both physical and emotional, but he got those long before she was ever in his life and she didn’t feel responsible for them. She could only cover herself in baggy clothes and long sleeves for so long before breaking down again.

And she could only reject his advances so many times.

She’d managed to bury her thoughts about her body for a while, making sure to cover her arms and avoid mirrors whenever she could. She knew that she still didn’t look well, but catching a glimpse of herself would just make her feel worse about herself.

It was early in the morning when she stepped out of the shower, the sun just starting to rise outside. The warm air in the bathroom caressed her clean skin as she dried off with a fluffy white towel, the various scents of shower gel and laundry detergent drifting up to her nose. Both she and Corey had a busy day ahead of them so she got up earlier than she normally would to shower. 

After moisturising and putting her robe on, she went back into the bedroom to get dressed, the difference in temperature making her shiver. She’d picked out her outfit for the day earlier and laid it out on the bed ready for her. 

She’d just shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor when she’d noticed her reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room. Just the sight of her naked body made her freeze. Her brain was screaming at her to stop looking and keep getting dressed but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

She hated what she saw.

Her skin was sallow and tired, as if she hadn’t seen the sun or slept in years. Dark shadows circled her eyes and made them look sunken into her skull, her hair was dry and dull, and she’d lost a noticeable amount of weight. She’d never really been that confident with her body but seeing herself like that was a shock.

But worst of all were the scars. Those awful, ugly scars.

Images of that night flashed in the front of her mind: sitting on the bathroom floor in the dark, taking all of her pills so she’d feel numb, slashing at her arms with a box cutter until there was nothing but blood. Waking up in the hospital, her throat raw. Seeing Corey cry.

She turned away from the mirror and grabbed her robe from the floor before shoving her arms into it and throwing herself onto the bed. Her vision blurred as tears pricked her eyes and she curled into a ball, her arms near her face. She hated how her skin looked now: small lines were scattered around her forearms, but the worst were her wrists where she’d made deeper cuts. Thicker, darker scars stood out on the thin skin, reminding her of what she’d done. What she’d put him through.

Angrily, she yanked her sleeves up over her hands and buried her face into the sheets, letting her tears fall and soak the fabric beneath her. All thoughts of the day ahead were completely gone, replaced with self-loathing and guilt. She didn’t want anyone to see her this way, she didn’t want to face anyone who could see just how guilty she was.

She didn’t know how long she’d been lying there when the door clicked open. The mattress sank next to her as Corey sat down and she briefly turned her head to look at him. He looked so worried that it broke her heart all over again, more tears threatening to spill down her face.

“Hey,” he said softly as he stroked a lock of her hair out of her face. “What’s wrong?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but she could barely get her words out, opting to just shove her hands at him instead.

“What’s wrong with your hands?” he asked, trying to piece together what she wanted to tell him.

“Not my hands, my scars,” she choked out as she pushed her sleeve up just enough to show him. “They’re ugly. I hate them.”

He sighed and took hold of her hands to guide her into his lap.

“I know you don’t like them, but they show that you’re a survivor,” he said softly.

“No they don’t. They’re reminders of what I did to you.”

“You didn’t do anything to me, honey,” he said as he pulled her into a tight hug. 

“I put you through so much shit,” she said into his shoulder, fresh tears ready to fall from her eyes. “I just feel so guilty all the time.”

“You’ll get through it, you’ve just gotta take it one day at a time,” he said before raising her hand to his mouth and kissing her wrist softly.

She cringed slightly at the feeling of his lips on her scars and fought the urge to pull away from him. 

“I know,” she said. “I just feel so ugly. In general.”

He dropped her hands and placed them on her shoulders so that she was sitting upright again.

“Look at me,” he said as he cradled her face with his palms. “You are not ugly. You’re beautiful, scars or not, and just need more time to get well again.”

Another tear rolled down her face and he wiped it away with one of his thumbs.

“It’s just so hard,” she said, her voice watery.

“I know it is, honey, but we’re working through it together,” he said before tenderly kissing her forehead again. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

She tilted her head up and captured his lips with hers as she wound her arms around her neck and pulled her closer to him. He eagerly returned her kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly to his chest, as if he was scared of letting her go.

“I love you,” she whispered when they eventually broke apart, their foreheads resting against one another.

“I love you too,” he said as he gently stroked her back. “I just want you to feel better.”

They stayed on the bed for a while longer, lying curled up into each other as the sun steadily rose outside. If it was her choice, she could have stayed in Corey’s arms all day, but the outside world had different plans for them.

“We should get going,” he said when he heard his phone ring in the other room.

“Okay,” she said as she begrudgingly tore herself away from his hold and sat up, suddenly remembering that she was still naked under her robe. “I still need to get dressed.”

“That’s okay, I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he said before giving her one last kiss on her forehead.

Just as she was about to pick up her clothes and start getting dressed, he gingerly touched her wrist.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Baby steps, remember?”

“Baby steps.”