#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 𝐜𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

love this! thank you for the request!!

warnings! smut, smut and very much smut! rough sex! degradation, punishment, fingering and so much more

summary; joey teaches reader a lesson for thinking she could do better than him

words; 1569

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IT WAS LATE, and the house was too quiet. Joey wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but you couldn’t wait any longer. The need had been building all day, a slow, simmering burn that you’d tried to ignore, but it was impossible to deny. Your body ached with longing, a desire that only he could satisfy, but he wasn’t here.

Your fingers itched to touch, to find some relief, and before you knew it, you were naked on your bed, your hand between your legs, searching for the pleasure, the one only he could give you.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of Joey—his hands, his mouth, the way he commanded every inch of your body when you were together.

Your fingers moved in desperate strokes, slick with arousal, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped from your lips, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Joey,” you whispered, the sound of it spurring you on as you dipped your fingers deeper, chasing the release that teased at the edges of your consciousness. Your back arched off the mattress, your breath hitching as you imagined him here, hovering over you, his intense eyes locked on yours, his voice rough and possessive as he told you how much he wanted you.

But no matter how much you tried, no matter how fast or slow your fingers moved, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. Your frustration grew, a whimper of desperation escaping your lips. You needed him. God, you needed him so badly.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door open, didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. All you could focus on was the growing ache between your thighs, the pressure building, and how close you were—so close—when suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of your desire like a knife.

“Enjoying yourself, kitten?”

Your eyes flew open, heart lurching in your chest as you turned your head to find Joey standing in the doorway, his expression dark and dangerous. The shock of being caught was like ice water on your skin, and you froze, your hand still buried between your legs.

“Joey,” you gasped, scrambling to sit up, but before you could move, he was there, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip as he yanked your fingers out of your pussy.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “Were you enjoying yourself, kitten? Did you think you could get off without me?”

“I—I wasn’t—” You stammered, but the words caught in your throat as he brought your wet fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He wasn’t pleased.

“You weren’t what?” he mocked, his eyes never leaving yours. “Weren’t thinking about me while you touched yourself? Weren’t moaning my name like a needy little slut?”

His words hit you like a blow, sharp and cutting, and you felt the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I was thinking about you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait, Joey. I needed you, but you weren’t here, and I—”

“So, you thought you could just take care of it yourself?” he cut you off, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think you can do a better job than me, kitten? Is that it?”

“No!” You shook your head frantically, desperate to make him understand. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up.” The command was harsh, and you obeyed instantly, your breath catching in your throat. His hand tightened around your wrist, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. You don’t get to come without me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his dominance pressing down on you in a way that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and excitement. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, kitten,” Joey snarled, his gaze piercing as he released your chin and shoved you back onto the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A lesson you won’t forget.”

You barely had time to register his words before he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he settled between your thighs. His eyes were locked on your exposed, glistening cunt, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch in your throat. He replaced your fingers with his. You gasped at the sensation. Joey leaned down between your legs and grabbed on to your thighs, holding them spread apart. You whimpered when he blew on your sensitive skin, the hair on your neck standing up. He worked roughly, leaving no time for you to adjust or get into his rhythm. He merely plunged his two fingers in and out of you so fast, that you weren't quite sure, as to what was happening anymore. You hissed and groaned, using the pillow beside you to muffle your screams. “You were so horny, for this weren't you? Couldn't even wait a day for my fingers, could you?” Joey taunted and looked up at you with a devilish grin. He suddenly retrieved his fingers from your cunt and for the first time ever, you were almost relieved. He’d been so fast, so brutal with your cunt that it was nearly aching.

You were taken aback by his fury. You’d expected him to be flattered, but he was seeing red.

“You think you can do a better job than me?” he hummed, his voice low and dangerous.

Joey stood up and fumbled with his jeans, the chains clinging together as he dropped them to the ground. He took a step towards the edge of the bed and leaned down, positioning himself on his knees. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of your ankles, pulling at them roughly towards him, so that you were perfectly aligned in front of him. Your heart raced as Joey pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes dark with intent as he stared down at your exposed, glistening pussy. You were so wet, so ready for him, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. Not after what you’d done.

“Let’s see how much you can handle, kitten.”

Before you could respond, he slammed into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, and you cried out, your back arching off the mattress as the sudden intrusion stretched you wide. Joey didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t offer you any reprieve as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and unrelenting.

“Is this what you wanted?” Joey growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into you with merciless force. “You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, kitten? You couldn’t wait for me, so you had to do it yourself. You had to touch yourself like a dirty little whore.”

His one hand travelled up to pinch your nipple and the pain made you gasp.

His words cut deep, but they only fueled the fire burning inside you. You were helpless beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, the roughness of his grip, but it was everything you craved. Your body responded to his dominance, the sting of his degrading words only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” Joey demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me you can’t get off without me, kitten.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as your nails dug into the sheets. “I can’t, Joey. I need you. I need you so bad.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your head spin with a dizzying mix of fear and pleasure. “You belong to me, kitten. Every part of you is mine. No one else can make you feel this way. No one else can fuck you like I can.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his grip tightened, his thrusts growing even more intense, each one driving you closer to the brink. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak, and you knew you were close—so close—but you wouldn’t let yourself fall until he gave you permission. Until he told you you could.

“You’re going to come for me, kitten,” Joey hissed, his voice rough with his own impending release. “But only when I say so. Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out, your vision blurring as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Joey, I need to come. Please let me come.”

His grip on your throat tightened even more, cutting off your air, making your head swim as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”

The command sent you spiraling over the edge. With a choked cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, pulling him deeper, and Joey groaned, his release following yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his warmth flooding you.

For a long moment, you were both lost in the aftermath, your bodies still shaking, hearts pounding in unison as you lay there, tangled together on the bed. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, the heavy rise and fall of his breath as he slowly came down from his high.

Finally, Joey pulled out of you, rolling onto his side as he gathered you into his arms, his demeanor softening as he held you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair as he murmured, “Good girl, kitten. That’s what I like to hear.”

You snuggled into his chest, your body still quivering from the intensity of it all, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction, of comfort in the way he held you, in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small and shaky.

Joey kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. “You’re forgiven, kitten. But remember, you don’t need to do that on your own. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

His words soothed the last remnants of your fear, replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest

[murdrdoll]

My GOD I just had the cutest idea….

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

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

You groan, lolling your head onto the back cushion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gotcha- which brand again, doll?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[sugaslilsugabby]

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 😩

[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



[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! 😘💜

[humanrindswrites]

soothe

summary: it’s aftercare time

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

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

word count:

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” he said softly, “you okay?”

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

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

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

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

Naturally, Corey wasn’t convinced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C’mon, let’s get you in this tub.”

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

“Where are you going?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fritz-federleicht]

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

Mask maker/ Joey Jordison x fem!reader

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

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

Words: 2.119

FLUFF

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You put your bag down on an empty bunk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He seems interested in you, which flatters you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He agrees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I hope good." He laughs.

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

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

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

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

"Are you ticklish?" You ask.

"Mmmhhm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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"

[writersmilex]

Slipknot Masterlist:

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

0# Sid Wilson___________________________

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

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

1# Joey Jordison________________________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Headcanon: Teenage sibling

Headcanon: Reassuring Joey

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1.2# Jay Weinberg_______________________

2# Paul Gray___________________________

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

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

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Headcanon: Bassplayer | Reader

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2.2# Alessandro Venturella________________

3# Chris Fehn__________________________

3.2# Tortilla Man________________________

4# Jim Root____________________________

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~ Headcanon: Cute Jim Root

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5# Craig Jones_________________________

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

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

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6# Shawn Crahan_______________________

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

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7# Mick Thompson______________________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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8# Corey Taylor_________________________

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

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

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All Of\ Or Some of Them_________________

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

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

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

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

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

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Headcanons_________________________

Slipknot As Cats

Offensive Humour

Slipknot and Hugs

Slipknot and Teenage Child

You are number 10#

First Kiss

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

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

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

words; 1268

smut!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

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

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he turned around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna c-”

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

“Come for me, baby.”

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

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

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

[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

[lizz-oi8]

Slipknot/ How they feel about an s/o who does piercings

Corey- Corey thinks having a S/O who does piercings is super cool. He let you pierce his eyebrow and he whined like a bitch while it was healing. You had to clean it because he would forget a lot. Once it was healed, he showed it off to everyone.

Craig- Surprisingly, he was afraid of needles. Although, he really liked watching you do piercings. Sometimes he would come to your job just to watch you do piercings. He likes to play with your piercings and sometimes he'll pull on them and ask if it hurts. Eventually, you convince him to get his ears pierced and he surprisingly liked them but he didn't want more lol

Chris- Chris loved that you did piercings. He wasn't really interested in facial piercings but he was interested in a different kind of piercings ;). He wanted a double-dydoe piercing. (it's a piercing on your dick) Just like Corey, he whined like a bitch about the healing process. In the end, he really liked it

Shawn- Shawn wasn't really interested in it. Sure, he liked that you did him, but personally, he didn't want any. He would buy you piercing stuff and new jewelry and stuff

Mick- Mick let you pierce his nasallang. He really liked it. He was really responsible with it, he cleaned it twice daily and he even checked with you to see if he could change the jewelry. He did complain a bit about the pain but he toughed it out

Jim- Jim was really interested. He let you peirce his septum and his nostril. Thanks to you, he became really interested in piercings. He would admire yours and he would always show off his own. He would tell everyone about your piercing skills

Sid- Sid loved it. He would let you pierce everything on him. He got his belly button, nipples, nostril, ears, and eyebrow. He was so excited, he got all of them done in one day. He didn't even complain about the healing. He was so happy when they were all healed. He would play with them and show them off

[sugaslilsugabby]

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

[littlesunshine1223]

Masterlist 2

Supernatural

My Hero Academia

Slipknot

Hollywood Undead

Apex Legends

Good Omens

Eddsworlds

The Seven Deadly Sins

The Outsiders

Doctor Who

Yung Gravy

Spiderverse

The Amazing Digital Circus

Requests are always open

[lixlikes]

Night Time Disasters - Sid Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Chaotic Sid :)

Info: Gender neutral reader, Pure fluff, Cuddling, Kissing

The soft sound of the night breeze swaying the trees, sending a gentle shiver down your spine. It was nights like this, when your lover didn’t have to be god knows how many miles away from you on tour or off somewhere working on songs with the others.

“You almost done in there?” You called from beneath your mountain of blankets, seeing Sids shadow moving back and forth from the bathroom.

“Almost!” He called back, with a strange twinge of a smirk in his voice. Deciding to think nothing of it, you turned over to face the wall once more, humming patiently.

You closed your eyes for a second, thinking about your day plans for tomorrow. As you melted into the warm bliss of the covers, Sid jumped on top of you, pressing the weight of his body onto you.

“Falling asleep without me?” He chuckled, flopping down next to you as you rolled your eyes. His hands gently gripped your waist, bringing you flush against him under the covers.

You hummed softly “You really are a handful” You chuckled, slowly turning around to face him. You crooned into his touch as he placed a hand to your cheek, rubbing faint shapes onto your skin with his thumb. You leaned in, taking his lips against your own, flopping a lazy arm over his chest.

He pulled away gently, looking into your eyes before stealing one last kiss.

“To bed with you” You mumbled, snuggling closer to him “I have something planned for you tomorrow.”

He grinned “Oh? I enjoy a surprise” He pressed his forehead to yours, shutting your heavy eyes as you both began to drift off.

This is my first slipknot fic and I didn’t wanna jump right in with smut, but I’m willing to get my hands dirty. I hope you enjoyed this little silly blabber <3