#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.

[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.”

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Slipknot Drabbles: What They Wear To Bed FLUFF

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

WARNINGS: None

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Divider Credit: @adornedwithlight

Corey:

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

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

Sid:

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

Chris:

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

Jim:

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

Mick:

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

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

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

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

Joey:

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

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

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

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

Paul:

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

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

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

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

[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.

[vortexdoll]

Take a break

Warnings: N/a

Joey Jordison x reader

Summary: You find Joey exhausted in the studio, urging him to take better care of himself.

A/n: n/a

Word count: 1,079

The studio was eerily quiet. Normally, it was a place filled with the rhythmic pounding of drums, distorted guitar riffs, and Joey’s passionate muttering as he lost himself in his craft. But tonight, the only sound was the distant hum of the amplifiers and the soft creak of the door as you stepped inside.

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. Again.

Joey had been pushing himself way too hard lately—long rehearsals, late-night recording sessions, barely any sleep in between. He kept saying he was fine, that he just had to “get this last part down” or “finish tweaking this section,” but you could see it. The exhaustion was written all over him—dark circles under his eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly when he thought no one was watching, the way he barely touched his food when you reminded him to eat.

You knew his passion was what made him great. But it was also what would break him if he wasn’t careful.

And now here he was, slumped over the drum kit, passed out cold.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him. His arms were draped over his snare drum, head resting on the toms, his body rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. His black hoodie was bunched up at his shoulders, and his drumsticks were still loosely held in his fingers, as if he had been mid-beat before exhaustion took over.

Shaking your head, you walked over, crouching beside him. “Joey,” you murmured, brushing a few strands of his dark hair out of his face. He didn’t stir.

You sighed, more frustrated than angry, and gently shook his shoulder. “Joey, wake up.”

A groggy groan escaped his lips, his body shifting slightly as he blinked up at you. His eyes were unfocused, hazy with exhaustion, and for a moment, he just stared at you as if trying to remember where he was.

Then, recognition flickered in his gaze, and he attempted a lazy smirk. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I should be asking you that,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You were supposed to come home hours ago.”

Joey yawned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Just… lost track of time.”

“You passed out on your drum kit, Joey,” you stressed, standing up. “That’s not losing track of time. That’s your body literally forcing you to stop.”

He groaned and sat up slowly, wincing as he stretched. “I was fine,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.

You scoffed. “You don’t look fine.”

Joey gave you a lopsided grin, clearly trying to downplay his exhaustion. “Aw, but you still think I’m cute, right?”

You weren’t in the mood to play along. “Joey, this isn’t funny.”

His smile faded at your serious tone.

“I mean it,” you continued, stepping closer. “You’ve been running yourself into the ground. You’re barely sleeping, barely eating, and now you’re literally collapsing in the middle of recording sessions.” Your voice wavered slightly, and you hated how worried you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. “I get that you love what you do, but you’re not indestructible, Joey.”

For a long moment, he just sat there, staring down at his drumsticks in his lap. His fingers twirled one absentmindedly, but his usual playfulness was gone.

Then, with a heavy sigh, he reached out, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you between his legs. He pressed his forehead against your stomach, his grip loose but desperate, like he was clinging to you just as much as he was the moment.

“I know,” he murmured.

You softened at the quiet admission, threading your fingers through his hair. “Then why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

Joey exhaled slowly, his breath warm against your shirt. “Because I feel like if I stop, everything’s gonna fall apart.”

You frowned, running your hand through his hair in slow, soothing motions. “Joey…”

“I mean it,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. “The band, the music, everything… it’s what keeps me going. If I let myself rest, even for a second, I feel like I’ll lose it.”

Your chest tightened. You knew how much Slipknot meant to him, how much his drumming defined him. It wasn’t just a job—it was his life. His escape. His way of proving to himself, to the world, that he was somebody.

But at what cost?

You knelt down, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. “You won’t lose anything, Joey. The band’s not going anywhere. Your talent’s not going anywhere. But you… you’re gonna burn yourself out if you keep this up.”

He looked at you for a long time, something unreadable in his expression. Then, with a weak smile, he pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped around you tightly.

“I’ll take a break,” he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “But only if you stay with me.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere, dumbass.”

He chuckled softly. “Good. ‘Cause I kinda like having you around.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Then start taking better care of yourself, Joey. I don’t wanna have to keep finding you passed out in random places.”

He hummed, nuzzling into you. “No promises.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t let go. Fine. If he wasn’t going to take care of himself, then you’d just have to do it for him.

[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 😩

[broidobe]

𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔶𝔥𝔢𝔪

requested by 🧸!

☾being in insane clown posse is already wild, but dating the entire original 1999 slipknot lineup? absolute insanity. between the face paint, the masks, and the nonstop antics, your life is a ridiculous blend of horrorcore and nu-metal chaos—but damn if it isn’t the most fun you’ve ever had☽

☾warnings: mild language, absolute chaos, fluff, poly nonsense☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝜗𝜚 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓴𝓷𝓸𝓽

⁎⁺˳✧༚nu metal masterlist

there were a lot of strange things about being in a relationship with all nine members of slipknot. the first was the sheer volume of them—there were so many. a whole squad. an entire damn platoon of masked maniacs all devoted to you in some kind of insane, chaotic, yet weirdly functional relationship.

and then there was the fact that you, a proud juggalo, were technically dating some of icp’s biggest haters.

it was funny as hell. they talked shit about insane clown posse constantly, yet here you were, full face paint, hatchetman chain swinging, representing for the family—and also somehow tangled up in the limbs of slipknot’s original 1999 lineup. life was weird.

“i still can’t believe you’re down with the clown,” joey grumbled, arms crossed. “i feel like i’m being betrayed every time you bump ‘riddle box’ in the car.”

“yeah?” you teased, leaning against him. “and yet you still let me ride shotgun.”

joey muttered something under his breath, clearly flustered. victory.

on the couch, shawn threw an arm around your shoulder. “y’know, i was this close to drop-kicking you the first time i saw that face paint.”

“oh yeah? and now?”

“now i still wanna drop-kick you, but with love.” he squeezed your shoulder affectionately. “progress.”

“uh-huh.”

meanwhile, sid had already gotten into full clown mode, jabbing at corey. “hey, you’re just mad ‘cause juggalos actually got a sense of humor, unlike you angry metalheads.”

“excuse me?” corey shot back. “you’re in a band that literally throws kegs around and punches each other on stage.”

“exactly!” you grinned. “see, we got so much in common.”

“don’t lump us in with you damn juggalos,” paul cut in, shaking his head. “next thing you know, we’re gonna start drinking faygo and runnin’ around in clown paint.”

sid, without missing a beat, pulled a two-liter of redpop out of nowhere. “say less.”

“put that shit away before i kill you,” mick groaned from the corner, already regretting everything.

“too late!” you cackled, grabbing the bottle and shaking it up just enough to make the warning signs flash in everyone’s eyes.

“don’t you dare—” corey started, but it was too late.

the explosion of faygo was immediate, chaotic, and glorious. it sprayed across the room, soaking joey’s hoodie, splattering onto mick’s jeans, drenching sid completely—who, by the way, was loving it.

“FUCK YEAH, FAYGO SHOWERS, BABY!!” sid screamed, jumping onto the coffee table like this was a full-blown gathering of the juggalos.

“i hate all of you,” craig muttered, somehow still dry.

“i told you to put the bottle down,” corey groaned, wiping his face. “this is exactly why we hate you damn clowns.”

but you saw the twitch at the corner of his mouth. he was so close to laughing.

“aw, c’mon, slipknot,” you cooed, climbing into corey’s lap and smearing your paint-streaked cheek against his. “you love me.”

“you’re lucky i love you,” he grumbled.

joey, still dripping in soda, sighed. “i don’t know what’s worse, the faygo or the fact that i’m into this.”

“shh,” you patted his soaked hoodie. “just embrace the clown.”

paul groaned. mick looked like he wanted to throw you out a window. sid was thriving. all was right in the world.

[strawbrry-vamp]

𐔌 boner pills?? !

pairing :: 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

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"

[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.

[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



[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

[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.”

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Annoyance (Corey Taylor x Fem! Reader) SMUT

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

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

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Divider Credit: @adornedwithlight

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

The problems started with Shawn.

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

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

Strikes two and three came at the same time. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sleepy.” You respond, making him chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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! 😘💜