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jimsbeetroot · 11 months ago

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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

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

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ghost-in-the-hall · 6 months ago

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Slipknot x Nervous Flyer! Reader (FLUFF)

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

WARNINGS: None

My Masterlist! ~ Tip Jar! ~ AO3 Link!

Divider credit: @adornedwithlight

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

Corey:

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

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

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

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

Sid:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chris:

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

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

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

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

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

Jim:

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

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

“No, not with you here at least.”

Mick:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joey:

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

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

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

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

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

Paul:

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

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

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

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

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

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pulsedmaggot · 9 months ago

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the humble proboscis ☣

kinktober day 1: morning sex/quickie | ship: joey jordison/corey taylor | words: 1,026 | warnings & tags: morning sex, oral sex, non penetrative sex, references/implications of sexual abuse, age gap relationship (wanyk!corey x post-iowa!joey) | summary: corey has a life to live, but joey can interrupt it as he sees fit.

for 18+ audiences only, minors dni - ao3

“Push me off, then.”

Joey smirks, much too proud of himself for rendering Corey speechless. A dusty rose is painted on his cheeks already, the shadows of Corey’s curtains allowing for a flick of light to capture his features. His jet black hair appears as a toasted brown as it swishes down his back. Corey can't stop himself from carding his fingers through it, watching those large unblinking eyes magnetize him closer, until Joey’s lips meet Corey’s chin.

Corey should have more of a say in whether or not he gets kissed like this, with a scene as picturesque as Joey, still lying nude and smiling on top of him, setting too many of his nerves alight and at ease all at once. He should get to say ‘fuck off, i need to brush my teeth’ at least once, or have enough spine to pick Joey up by the nape of his neck and toss him somewhere else. The little freak would like it too much, possibly take it as a game of hide-and-fuck. Not that Corey would typically judge something like that…

“You're literally hard.” Joey makes that rumbling honk noise he calls a laugh, then rests a palm over Corey’s pajama pants, devious fingers fondling the curve of his morning wood. “Just let me blow you, c’mon.”

“Do you actually wanna blow me. Be honest.” Corey deadpans, knowing how quick Joey was to pull off his dick mid-arrival, at times refusing to have any of Corey’s ‘remains’ left on him. Always trying to get Corey off in a million different ways at once, Joey tended to rush to meet a finish line that was in his sight only.

Joey’s hard to read, never the most open of books, typically saying what's on his mind at the moment instead of showing it through expressions and motions. Moreso now with no eyebrows; Corey feels like a delectable leaf in the pathway of a large bug as he waits for Joey to decide, in agonizingly long seconds, if he wants to commit to sucking him off. It shouldn't entice him as much as it does, but it does. Joey could delegate just about anything and Corey would lie back, enjoy the moment for what it is, forget about the things he has to take care and worry about later, later. Joey could also leave, get dressed, and leave Corey with balls bluer than Rigel. The uncertainty leaves him with a quiet fizz tickling its way up his stomach.

Corey drops his head onto his pillows when he realizes that the fizzing is actually Joey breathing over his happy trail. Decision made.

“I actually wanted to finger you.” Joey is already slinking back under the sheets, movements unsettlingly quiet, not nearly as unsettling as what he just propositioned. Then his tongue, a slithering deviant that thing was- always getting Corey into trouble- starts to lick. “You still had some lube left so I figured, y’know, why waste it? Plus I know you've never done it before. Always the finger-er, you are. My hands are small so it wouldn't hurt, like, too much, I don't think.”

Only Joey could maintain being equal parts cocktease and chatterbox before noon. Corey finds it in him to twist at a piece of Joey’s hair and pull.

“I have been.” Corey’s heart breaks in half at the sight of Joey stopping, his confused head tilt and squinted eyes too genuine for Corey to be wholly mad at, “It was-” he tucks the hair behind Joey’s ear, his teeth pulling at the inside of his cheek, then he exhales, playfully tugging at Joey’s earlobe, “not… great.”

A flash of a past night zaps him into silence; some guy- a hot guy, a guy that didn't deserve what Corey ended up dishing out- had barely even pushed past his fingernail before Corey started crying. Bubbling hysterics at first, then full on sobbing, then shouting… couldn't be a proper Corey-themed meltdown without shouting. Joey doesn't know about any of this, or the reason why it might've happened, but the lack of eye contact and slow nodding of his head looks like he might get the picture, if not the full metadata.

“Right, yeah.” big bug eyes stare back at him, darker than before, softer, as if the early morning finally caught up to Joey, “I mean, if anything, I could just-” before Corey can object and make the quickest possible dash towards a cold shower, his clothes are being taken off. Slowly, carefully, Joey is exposing him from below, leaving kisses over his thighs as he presses two fingers behind his balls, and that's-

“Oh, shit-” Corey goes lax, rolling his hips into Joey’s touch, a moan stretching all the way from his chest to the ceiling.

“Pretty good, right?” Joey’s tongue curls around them before venturing upwards, flicking off Corey’s flushed tip, “I used to have this one girl, a girlfriend I guess, and she would wanna peg me and shit, and I like taking it but not from a fake dick, ‘cuz it's all cylindrical. Pure rod all the way through, so it stretches me out kinda weird, probably because they haven't figured out how to put quality into strap-ons yet, or maybe she was fucking me weird, I dunno. I'd tell her to just do this instead. Feels like a fuck, but it isn't. Low effort, high reward kinda deal.”

“Put my dick in your mouth, Joe.” Corey is already panting through his nose, the angling of Joey’s fingers shooting pure pleasure up his spine.

“If you say so.”

Joey takes him in one go, Corey’s toes curling from all the angles of pleasure. He hadn't realized how pent up he was until Joey’s fingers started to make swirling motions, just teasing above his hole. Corey falls apart to this, groaning breathless up his hill and croaking Joey’s name at his climax. Joey is purely surgical, extending and retracting and bobbing his head in time with Corey’s pulse, so removed from what this means that Corey fully expects him to chew his head clean off after he wipes the corners of his mouth.

#yuck.txt #joey jordison x corey taylor #slipknot fic #slipknot fanfic #1/8 #giving the lads a cheeky bit of kinktober here n there #og list is only 15 days which is perfect for me and my 80HDs #joey jordison rpf #corey taylor rpf #that being said i dont think this will be aaaaall slipknot because i got too many blorbos to make bang like barbies #what matters is that im finally doing kinktober wooooo!! commitment!!!!#tip your beta readers folks

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monsterboness · 7 months ago

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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.”

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vortexdoll · 4 months ago

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Crowd control

Warnings: Creepy guy

Corey Taylor x reader

Summary: Corey Taylor defends a fan from harassment at a Slipknot concert.

A/n: n/a

Word count: 654

You had been looking forward to this concert for months. Seeing Slipknot live was something you had been dreaming about, and now, standing in the front row with your best friends, the dream was finally coming true. The air was thick with sweat, excitement, and the pounding energy of the music as Corey Taylor commanded the stage like an unstoppable force.

From your spot against the barricade, you could feel the heat of the lights, the vibration of the bass in your chest, and the sheer chaos of the crowd behind you. The energy was intoxicating, every song sending the audience into a frenzy of movement, moshing, and screams. You had never felt more alive.

But somewhere in the madness, things started to shift.

At first, it was just the usual concert chaos—shoving, pushing, the kind of thing you expected in the pit. But then you felt it. A hand. Low on your back. Too low.

You tensed immediately, trying to shift forward, but the crowd was packed so tightly that there was nowhere to go. Another shove from behind, but this time, the same hand slid down to your hip, fingers pressing in. Your stomach twisted in discomfort.

You turned your head, trying to get a look at whoever was behind you, but all you saw was a guy with a cocky smirk and a beer in his hand. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

“You look good down here in the front, sweetheart.”

Your blood ran cold. You tried to step away, but there was nowhere to move. Your friends were beside you, lost in the music, unaware of what was happening.

And then, just as your panic started to build—Corey saw you.

You weren’t sure when exactly he noticed, but suddenly, his piercing gaze was locked right onto you. He had been moving across the stage, hyping up the crowd, but now he had stopped. And he was staring. Not at the fans, not at the chaos—but at you.

You barely had time to process it before Corey stepped forward, gripping the mic tighter in his hand.

He didn’t miss a beat, his voice cutting through the heavy guitars. “HEY. YOU.”

For a second, you thought he was still working the crowd—until you saw where he was looking. Right behind you. Right at the guy.

The energy of the entire venue shifted. The audience, once lost in the music, started following Corey’s gaze. And as the lights flashed across the stage, illuminating the front row, the guy who had been touching you froze.

Corey’s expression darkened, and his voice dropped into something low, something dangerous.

“Back. The fuck. Off.”

The guy blinked, trying to act casual, but the weight of thousands of eyes suddenly turning toward him had him stumbling backward. The friends he had come with nudged him, whispering, clearly realizing he had messed with the wrong person at the wrong time.

Corey wasn’t done. He took a step closer to the edge of the stage, pointing directly at him. “You touch her again, and I’ll personally come down there and make sure you regret it. We clear?”

The guy didn’t say a word. He just turned and shoved his way out of the crowd, disappearing into the sea of people.

Only then did Corey’s gaze soften as he looked back at you. You could barely process what had just happened, heart still pounding. But when your eyes met his, there was something reassuring in them—something that said, I got you.

Then, without missing a beat, Corey raised his mic back to his lips and growled into the next song, the moment slipping seamlessly into the show.

Your friends, now fully aware of what had happened, turned to you with wide eyes. “Holy shit,” one of them whispered. “Corey Taylor just defended you in front of the whole fucking crowd.”

You let out a breathless laugh, still in shock. Yeah. He did. And for the rest of the night, as the music raged on and Corey continued to dominate the stage, you couldn’t shake the feeling that, even among thousands of fans, for just a moment, he had been looking out for you.

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thatsauceysauce · 1 year ago

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Jim root with a virgin reader!!

incredibly gentle, only speading up when you asked

made sure to praise you

admired your breasts the whole time

definitely ate your pussy before

was a little rough

he was definitely a little vocal, letting you know how good you are

doe eyes 100%

he teased your clit

held your hand

after care;

his aftercare was super sweet

told you ab how good you did

brushed and braided your hair

dressed you in his shirt

kissed you all over

licked you clean (ifykwim)

#corey taylor #jim root #james root #mick thomson #fanfic #joey jordison #sid wilson #fandom #x reader #x y/n #x you #slipknot #small account #small dick humiliation

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iamslut · 21 days ago

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Master List

Tainted Innocence (Slipknot Mafia AU) - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

#slipknot #chris fehn #joey jordison #slipknot x reader #corey taylor x reader #corey taylor #mick thomson x reader #sid wilson #paul gray #jim root

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broidobe · 4 months ago

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𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested! the reader is dating all of them!!

⁎⁺˳✧༚nu metal masterlist

corey was obsessed with your voice from the moment he first heard it. he loved how powerful and raw it was, yet how you could make it sound so delicate when you wanted to. he’d sit in the studio with you for hours, watching in awe as you recorded vocals, grinning when you hit a note that sent chills down his spine.

joey was the biggest fanboy in the band when it came to you. he would always be at the side of the stage during your sets, watching with a smirk as you commanded the crowd with your voice. “that’s my girl,” he’d brag to anyone who would listen. if you ever had a rough show, he was the first one backstage, wrapping you in his arms and pressing a sweaty kiss to your forehead.

paul loved writing music with you. he’d sit with you late at night, bass in hand, as the two of you pieced together melodies and lyrics. he’d hum random basslines while you tested out different vocal runs, smiling when you found something that clicked. “that’s it, babe,” he’d say softly, nodding his head. “that’s the one.” he never missed an opportunity to remind you how talented you were.

mick acted like he didn’t care, but everyone knew he was secretly obsessed with your voice. if anyone talked shit about your singing, he’d immediately shut them down with a death glare and a low, “you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” if you ever sang to him in private, he’d get all quiet, trying to play it cool—until you caught the pink tint on his cheeks.

jim had a way of grounding you whenever you were nervous before a performance. he’d grab your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “you’ve got this,” he’d say, voice steady. if you ever lost confidence in your abilities, he’d be the first to remind you just how incredible you were. “you don’t even realize how powerful your voice is, do you?” he’d ask, shaking his head with a grin.

craig wasn’t the type to shower you with words, but his support was always there. you’d catch him standing quietly at the back of the venue, arms crossed, watching every one of your performances with an unreadable expression—but you knew he was proud. he collected recordings of your shows, storing them neatly on his laptop like prized possessions. if you ever got anxious about how you sounded, he’d simply hand you his headphones and let you listen to a past performance, proving just how good you were.

shawn was your biggest hype man. he’d jump on stage during your performances just to scream into the mic with you, causing absolute chaos. off-stage, he was constantly bragging about you. “yeah, my girl’s a fuckin’ beast,” he’d say in interviews. “her voice? unmatched.” he made sure everyone knew just how talented you were.

sid was your chaotic partner in crime. he’d run up behind you mid-performance and spin you around, laughing when you nearly lost your balance. if you were ever feeling insecure, he’d smother you in kisses and say, “fuck that. you’re a goddamn rockstar, baby.” he loved watching you take control of the stage, his energy feeding off yours in the most electric way.

if you tour at the same time as them, they will lowkey get competitive about who has the crazier crowd.

but if you ever tour with them? oh, it's wild. you end up with an army of 9 masked men making sure you're taken care of.

clown makes sure your stage production is next level—dude has a vision for your set.

corey would totally hop onstage with you at some point. duet? screaming battle? yeah, it's happening.

the boys cause absolute mayhem backstage at your shows. imagine them hyping you up before you go on, just yelling and shaking you by the shoulders like it’s a wrestling match.

sid is the one who insists on a ridiculous secret handshake before every show.

the moment some journalist, fan, or industry dude says something remotely negative about you? oh, they’re done for.

corey will absolutely roast someone in an interview if they disrespect you. “next question. actually, no—go fuck yourself.”

if a creepy fan gets too close, expect sid and jay to be up so fast. sid's already in their face like, “you got a problem?”

mick and jim don’t say much, but their presence alone is enough to intimidate people into behaving.

clown is the type to film people being rude to you just so he can post it and destroy them online.

they’re especially protective if you do heavy music—people love to gatekeep, but not when slipknot’s your personal security team.

it’s just pure, unconditional love and chaos. you get so much affection in different ways from each of them.

corey is your emotional rock, always making sure you're okay mentally and physically.

mick and jim are the chill, grounding presences. they’re the ones rubbing your shoulders after a long day.

joey and sid are constantly making you laugh—expect pranks, dumb jokes, and random bursts of energy.

clown is so proud of you, like a proud dad, but also a total menace.

craig... just exists silently in the background, always knowing what you need without saying a word.

they love watching you do your thing on stage. even if they’ve seen you perform a hundred times, they’re always in awe.

if you ever express wanting to collab with them, they’re on it immediately. no hesitation.

the idea of you and corey doing a song together? absolutely.

if you're into heavier music, mick and jim will gladly work on riffs for you.

if you ever do an acoustic set, expect corey to crash it and harmonize with you out of nowhere.

they’re just so proud of you. they treat you like the biggest rockstar, even if you’re just starting out.

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fritz-federleicht · 2 years ago

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You should do Corey, Joey, and Jim with reader who’s a model!

... with reader who's a model (Corey, Joey & Jim)

Words: 968

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Corey:

- you remember many years ago when the first headline came up: Model Y/N and singer Corey Taylor a couple?

- that was the first time you were photographed together, Corey grinning and holding your hand while you laughed at one of his jokes

- he accompanied you to your apartment

- after that there were more and more rumors, positive and negative. Whereby it was more negative against Corey

- there were articles about your relationship. Why is a model like you with a bad boy like Corey Taylor? Or what do you see in him? Your relationship was not official yet

- you were not too famous as a model. You got jobs you liked to do. But there was one person you liked modeling for the most. And you do it over and over again. For Corey... well actually Slipknot. At some point he asked you if you could model for the store. Of course you didn't hesitate and said yes right away. Since then you model for every new collection

- when people suddenly saw you on the website it was clear that you and Corey are a couple. You officially confirmed your relationship

- all the attention didn't hurt you no. On the contrary. You got more jobs for designers that never considered you before

- whenever possible Corey accompanies you to fashion shows, sits in the audience and looks at you in love

- part of all the headlines were true. Corey was a bad boy. That's how you came to know and love him. But he quickly changed, became calmer and more relaxed because he finally had the love of his life with him

- eventually, all the headlines about you guys died down. The next ones were years later when you got married and later had your first child

- despite the fact that you are often far away from each other your relationship has lasted over the years and you are happy together

- Slipknot fans only know you as a couple

Joey:

- It is unusual to have a metal band as a guest at a fashion show, this night was probably the first time ever (maybe just because you begged the promoter to invite Joey)

- Slipknot is standing in front of the building, masks on and giving interviews

- you just wanted to check if they are already there, Joey sees you out of the corner of his eye and grins proudly under his mask

- next to him is Shawn answering a reporter's question

- you can't help it. You scurry to Joey and kiss the cheek of his mask, you can literally feel his smile

- as quickly as you came you are gone, the reporter and Shawn look confused. "Was that Y/N?"

- later the show starts, you look like a decorated Christmas tree

- you are supposed to end the show with your walk

- when it's finally time, you step onto the catwalk

- all nine members are sitting in the front row, Joey is sitting at the head

- it looks a bit funny, the men are sitting there bored in suits and masks

- when they see you they straighten up in their seats and watch your performance

- you pose at the end of the runway and turn around, wink at your boyfriend and disappear behind the wall

- Joey is speechless. How can you move so gracefully and seductively at the same time?

- Chris leans toward Joey, the long nose of his mask touching Joey's shoulder. He whispers. "You're really lucky." He pats your boyfriend's shoulder appreciatively

- after the show, pictures are taken with the models. Slipknot comes up to you immediately. They congratulate you on the successful performance

- Joey puts his arm around you. "You were wonderful honey."

- the photographer comes to your group and asks if he can take pictures, you agree

- Joey pulls you to his chest, the other members stand next to your sides like bodyguards

- days later the pictures appear in different fashion magazines, you find the strong contrast between your colorful outfit and the black suits funny

- in the future Joey accompanies you whenever he can

Jim:

- he really tries to be at every photo shoot or fashion show, to support you

- in the beginning he was not liked by the photographers because... well he is in Slipknot. But once they get to know him they find him quite nice. What should he do? Yell at everyone for no reason and destroy everything?

- when you're elegantly lolling in front of the camera he cheers you on, says things like "You look fantastic babe."

- in the breaks he comes to you immediately, asks if you are well, if you have eaten and drunk enough

- sometimes it happens that you model in your underwear, which Jim likes the most

- when you come out of the dressing room and are perfectly made up, he stands there with his mouth open

- when he first saw you like this, he came to you and said softly in your ear. "I think I'm in heaven. I just saw an angel."

- you slap his arm laughing, you've never heard such a corny line from his mouth before

- today he just stares at you, when you stand in front of a white wall and the light caresses you perfectly, nothing makes him happier than to see you like this

- when he then sees the resulting pictures... according to him they should be 'forbidden', no one else should get to see something like that except him...

- Jim keeps all the articles and pictures about you, he says he wants to show them to your kids later so they know how beautiful you are, but you know he just keeps them so he always has something of you with him on tour

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jimsbeetroot · 3 months ago

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Dude… something something corey screaming in your face while grabbing your hair I’m on my knees I’m pleading please please please

burn me down ♱ corey taylor

Title: Burn Me Down

Pairing: Corey Taylor (Slipknot, circa 2002) x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Setting: Slipknot’s early 2000s era — at y/n and corey’s home.

Word Count: ~3150 (complete)

Warnings: Explicit smut (18+) VERY VERY toxic/possessive relationship dynamics. Rough sex (hair pulling, face slapping, choking, degradation) Screaming/yelling/arguing. Mentions of blood/bruises (split lip, biting) Obsession/jealousy!

Do not read if you are easily triggered, offended, or uncomfortable with toxic, dark relationship dynamics!!

You hear the front door slam hard enough to rattle the windows, and you know it’s him before his boots even hit the floor. Heavy, deliberate footsteps—stomping through the house like he’s trying to bury something with every step.

Your stomach clenches.

You stay curled up on the couch, one leg tucked under you, a glass of whiskey in your hand that you poured purely out of habit. The bottle sits uncapped on the coffee table. You’ve barely taken a sip.

The yelling starts before he’s even in the room.

“What the fuck is this?”

You don’t move. “What?”

“You know what.” He storms into the living room and throws a crumpled piece of paper at your chest. It bounces off and lands on your lap. A flyer from last night’s show—your friend’s band. The one you went to without telling him. The one he specifically told you not to go to.

“You’re spying on me now?” you mutter, grabbing the flyer.

He laughs, a sharp, humorless sound. “I didn’t have to. You’re fucking stupid enough to leave your shit lying around.”

You stand slowly, the heat already crawling up your neck. “It was just a show.”

Corey’s eyes are bloodshot. Not from tears—no, he doesn’t cry. Not in front of you. Probably not ever. Just blood and rage. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, even from here.

His voice drops an octave, gravelly and quiet, which somehow makes it worse. “You think I’m fucking stupid?”

“I didn’t do anything—”

“I told you not to go.” He steps in close, too close, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of him. His chest nearly brushes yours. “And you went anyway. Like a goddamn brat. Like you wanted me to lose my shit.”

You try to push past him, but his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist—hard. “Don’t walk away from me.”

“I’m not doing this with you right now, Corey.”

“You are. You fucking are.” His fingers tighten, and you glare at him, breathing fast. You’re not scared of him. He’s rough, angry, broken—but he’s never crossed that line. Not really. Not yet. You don’t think he will.

“You wanna scream at me, go ahead,” you snap. “It’s what you do best anyway.”

And he does scream.

Right in your face. A guttural sound, pure fury and pain. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back roughly, and you gasp—half in shock, half in something else entirely.

“You want to test me?” he growls, inches from your lips. “Fine. Let’s fucking play.”

Your mouth opens to say something—anything—but the words catch in your throat when his lips crash down on yours. It’s not a kiss. It’s a threat, a promise, a punishment.

His tongue pushes past your teeth, claiming, bruising. His grip on your hair never loosens, forcing your head back as he devours your mouth. You can barely breathe, can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the burn in your scalp and the hot, angry way he’s pressing into you, chest to chest.

You whimper into him, a sharp little sound you hate yourself for making.

He pulls back just enough to speak. “You like this shit, don’t you?”

You shake your head, but he doesn’t believe it. He sees the heat in your eyes, the way your thighs press together.

“You love it when I get like this. When I grab you. When I take what’s mine.”

“I’m not—”

He cuts you off with another kiss, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. Then he turns you, forces you backwards until your knees hit the couch. You fall with a soft grunt, and he follows you down, straddling your hips.

His hand is still in your hair, yanking your head to the side so he can mouth along your neck—biting, sucking, leaving marks. His free hand slips under your shirt, rough fingertips skating over your ribs, your waist, up to your breast. No teasing. No softness. Just possession.

You arch into him despite yourself.

“Say it,” he hisses into your throat.

“Say what?”

“That you want me like this.”

You glare at him through your lashes. “Fuck you.”

He grins, wild and feral. “That’s the idea, sweetheart.”

His hand moves down, unzipping your jeans with practiced speed. Your legs open for him before you even realize what you’re doing. He knows your body too well. Knows how to break you down, peel away the anger until all that’s left is need.

He pushes his hand between your thighs, and when he finds you wet, he chuckles low in his throat. “Liar.”

You hiss through your teeth. “Corey…”

“You can’t stand me,” he murmurs, fingers sliding over your heat through your panties. “But you can’t stay away, either.”

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Tell me you hate me.”

“I do.”

He shoves your panties aside and thrusts two fingers inside you.

You gasp, back arching. “Fuck—!”

His mouth is on yours again, stealing the sound, the breath, the thought. His fingers curl deep, finding that spot that makes you see stars, and your hands fly to his shoulders—nails digging in.

His rhythm is punishing. Unforgiving. Like the words he spat at you. Like the way he screamed in your face.

He pulls back to watch your face, his eyes dark and glassy. “Say it again.”

“I hate you,” you breathe, barely able to speak.

He adds a third finger.

You cry out. He grins.

Your body’s betraying you.

You’re soaked, thighs twitching, breath ragged. And Corey—he fucking knows. His fingers are ruthless, curling deep inside you, dragging over every raw nerve until your back is arched like a bow and your vision blurs.

“You gonna come just from my fingers?” he growls against your cheek. “Is that all it takes now?”

You shake your head, but the moan that slips out of your throat betrays you.

“You’re so full of shit,” he laughs, voice hoarse and mean. “All that attitude, that mouth—and the second I touch you, you melt.”

“I fucking hate you,” you breathe again, even though your legs are shaking, even though you’re clenching around him.

He slaps your cheek.

It’s not hard—just enough to snap your head to the side. Enough to sting. Enough to silence you.

The room goes quiet. The only sound is your breathing—yours and his, heavy and sharp like a goddamn war.

Then: “Do it again,” you whisper, eyes locked on his.

Corey grins.

And this time, he does hit you harder. Not enough to hurt—just enough to rattle your bones, to make your cunt throb, to break your pride.

You’re soaked. Ruined. Writhing under him.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growls. “Being my little whore. Letting me use you when you’ve been bad.”

You don’t answer, and he slaps you again, the other cheek this time. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes. Fuck—Corey, yes.”

He yanks his fingers out of you and stands, towering over you with wild eyes and clenched fists. He looks fucking feral. His shirt is already halfway off, tattoos shining with sweat, jeans hanging low on his hips. That chain he always wears is bouncing against his collarbone as he breathes.

“You’re not coming yet,” he snaps. “Not until I fuck it out of you.”

You open your mouth, maybe to protest, maybe to beg—but then he grabs your ankle and yanks you to the edge of the couch so hard your jeans come halfway off with the motion. He peels them the rest of the way down along with your soaked underwear, tossing them across the room.

Then he drops to his knees between your thighs like he’s worshiping at a goddamn altar.

His tongue is on you before you can even blink.

You scream.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust—he never does. He licks like a man starving, like you’re the only thing that will save him from drowning in his own rage. His hands clamp down hard on your thighs, fingers digging into flesh as he buries his face between your legs and devours you.

You writhe, hands flying to his hair—messy curls soaked with sweat. You pull, hard, and he groans against your cunt, the vibrations sending another wave of heat through your core.

“I’m gonna—fuck—Corey, please—”

He pulls back just before you hit the edge.

You sob, legs twitching. “You fucking bastard—”

He stands, undoing his belt with jerky, aggressive movements. “You don’t get to come until I say you can.”

“Then hurry the fuck up—”

He backhands you across the face.

Harder, this time.

You gasp, stunned—but it’s still within that line. It doesn’t scare you. It shatters you, ignites something reckless and raw deep in your gut.

Your lip’s split.

You taste blood.

Corey grabs your jaw in one rough hand, dragging you up so your face is inches from his.

“You think you’re in control here?” he breathes. “You’re not. You never are.”

You don’t say anything.

You just stare at him, lip bleeding, chest heaving—and nod.

That’s when he finally undoes his jeans.

He pulls himself out—hard, angry, flushed—and shoves into you without warning. One brutal, deep thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs. You cry out, legs wrapping around his hips, nails clawing at his back.

There’s no rhythm, no buildup. Just fucking. Pure, punishing, aggressive. The slap of skin, the hiss of breath, the low growl in his throat that sounds more like an animal than a man.

He grabs your throat, not tight, just enough to pin you. Enough to claim you.

“You don’t go to other men’s shows,” he growls, fucking harder. “You don’t leave without telling me.”

“I—I didn’t—”

“You did.” His grip tightens. “You did it to get back at me. And now you’re gonna fucking pay.”

He pounds into you like he’s trying to fuck the disobedience out of your body. Like if he fucks you hard enough, you’ll learn to obey.

Your orgasm hits so fast it terrifies you.

You don’t even know it’s coming—one moment you’re biting back insults, the next you’re screaming, body convulsing, vision going white.

Corey doesn’t stop.

He fucks you through it, slapping your face again mid-orgasm, laughing when you sob.

“You wanted this,” he says. “You wanted to feel something, didn’t you?”

You nod, tears slipping free.

“Say it.”

“I—I wanted this.”

He grins. “Good.”

He pulls out suddenly and fists himself, finishing across your stomach with a loud, guttural groan. His other hand stays locked around your throat until the last spasm leaves his body.

You’re both panting. Sweaty. Bloody. Broken.

You’re lying there—naked, legs still spread, cum cooling on your stomach, lip split and bruised—staring at the ceiling like it might have answers. Your chest rises and falls in sharp, shallow breaths, your heart pounding too fast for the silence that’s settled between you.

Corey is sitting on the edge of the couch now, shirtless, chain glinting against the sweat on his chest. He lights a cigarette with shaky fingers. Doesn’t even look at you.

“Are you proud of yourself?” you ask hoarsely, voice shredded.

He exhales smoke. “Fuck off.”

You sit up slowly, wincing at the ache in your thighs and throat. You can taste blood. Smell sex. Feel the heat between your legs, raw and pulsing. You should hate him. You should scream and throw shit and storm out.

But you don’t move.

You can’t.

Because that’s the worst part. The ugliest truth.

You want to stay.

“You treat me like I’m disposable,” you say quietly.

He doesn’t respond.

“Like you can just fuck the fight out of me and expect me to keep taking it.”

Still nothing. Just the flick of ash on the carpet.

You push to your feet. “Corey.”

He finally looks at you. Eyes dark. Emotionless. Mask back on.

“You knew who I was when you moved in,” he says.

“I didn’t know this.”

“Yes, you did,” he snaps, standing now. Towering again. The fire’s back. “You knew exactly what I was. You liked it. You like when I scream in your face. You fucking love it when I grab you.”

You don’t deny it.

You just stare at him, quiet, bleeding, and waiting for the knife twist.

“You think I don’t see it?” he growls, stepping closer. “That you crave the chaos? That you get off on the pain? You fucking need me to be this way, because if I was kind—if I was soft—you’d leave.”

He’s so close your breaths mingle.

“You’d get bored,” he finishes, voice a low rasp. “You’d run.”

You swallow hard, your throat tight.

“You don’t know what I’d do.”

“I know everything about you.”

You should slap him. Should throw your glass at the wall and burn this place to the ground. Instead, you whisper:

“Then why haven’t you asked me to leave?”

Silence.

He stares at you like you just knocked the wind out of him.

“You want me gone?” you push.

“No.”

The word is barely there.

His jaw clenches. He turns away like it’s the only way he can keep from reaching for you again.

“Say it.”

“I said no.”

You exhale, the sound half a laugh, half a sob. “Then stop acting like you don’t care.”

He spins around, eyes wild. “I care too much.”

“Bullshit.”

“You think this is easy for me?” he growls. “You think I like being this fucked up? You think I don’t lie awake every goddamn night wishing I could just be normal for you?”

Something in your chest cracks.

“I don’t want normal,” you whisper. “I just want real.”

He moves before you can blink—grabbing your face, smashing his mouth against yours. It’s still rough, still laced with anger, but there’s desperation now. A panic. Like he’s afraid you’re going to vanish if he doesn’t hold you hard enough.

Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers clutching at the hair at the nape of his neck. You taste blood and cigarettes and sex, and all of it is so fucking Corey it makes your head spin.

He drags you backward, both of you stumbling into the hallway. You slam into the wall with a grunt, and he lifts you—legs wrapping around his waist automatically. He’s already getting hard again. You can feel it through his jeans, pressing against your aching cunt like a promise.

“You still wet for me?” he growls into your neck.

You nod. “Always.”

“Fucking ruin you.”

“Do it.”

He doesn’t take his jeans all the way off. Just enough to free himself before he’s thrusting back into you, harder than before, angrier somehow. The wall shakes with every slam of his hips, his mouth locked on your throat, sucking hard enough to bruise.

You dig your nails into his shoulders. Leave marks. He wants them.

“Mine,” he snarls. “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” you moan.

“You don’t look at other men.”

“No.”

“You don’t leave.”

“Never.”

He grabs your face again, fingers digging into your jaw. “Fucking swear it.”

“I swear.”

Your orgasm hits before you’re ready—quick, violent, your back slamming against the wall as your body convulses around him. He bites your collarbone, stifling a broken sound as he spills inside you again, hips jerking until he’s empty.

Then it’s over.

Again.

You both slide to the floor in a heap of sweat, spit, and bruises. He holds you this time. Silent. Shaking.

You don’t speak for a long time.

When you do, it’s barely audible:

“This is gonna kill us.”

Corey nods, chin resting on your shoulder. “Yeah.”

He takes a deep breath: “I know I’m fucked up. But I’d burn the whole world down for you.”

“I know.” You say, not doubting him at all.

Neither of you move.

Neither of you leave.

Because this is the sickest part.

You need it.

You need him.

And he needs you just fucked up enough to stay.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 5 months ago

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Slipknot Drabbles: What They Wear To Bed FLUFF

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

WARNINGS: None

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Corey:

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

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

Sid:

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

Chris:

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

Jim:

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

Mick:

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

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

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

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

Joey:

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

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

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

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

Paul:

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

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

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

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

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pulsedmaggot · 11 months ago

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girl!corey thoughts (x reader)

if ya dont like cisswap i apologize 🤞 it will happen again. unapologetically self indulgent with this one. nsfw towards the end.

girl!corey who insists you paint each other's nails colors that match, so she can look down at her chipped paint job and think of you. corey who snoops through your fridge in her hoodie that doesn't fit while you're in the bathroom scrubbing away at her hair dye. it gets everywhere, the dye. and it's always dye with her, always a new look whenever she feels like it. knotted red, short and beyond-bleached blonde, inky black waves that smell like cigarettes and kfc, a buzz cut that you love to rub your fingers over. girl!corey who loves your hands. girl!corey who loves the feeling of you massaging the space under her ear while she's trying to put her mask on, knowing she can't do too much about it because it has to get on eventually but she loves being touched, loves when you touch her. even when she's sweaty & slipknot stained. karaoke where she ends up in your lap singing into your mouth. always in your lap. girl!corey who has a habit of wearing your underwear (because hers are always mia) and nothing else. girl!corey whose nipple piercings would sparkle while you groped her entire body, gathering skin and tattoos and ill-fitted clothes all in one. girl!corey who knows how much you love her tits and would tease you either by not wearing a bra or not wearing a shirt at all, wanting to show off in front of you while making you leave much to your own imagination. girl!corey whose favorite way to get off is by you eating her out, no matter if you're supposed to be busy scrubbing her hair dye out of your sink or unloading her clothes from your washer. you wouldn't trade the feeling of her thighs twitching around your head for the world, though.

#yuck.txt #yuck.mouth #corey taylor x reader #fem!corey taylor x reader #anyway goodnight yall i should definitely be asleep by now. had to get this posted bc its been swimming in the ole noggin #fem!corey taylor #SOME OF THESE ARE BASED ON TRUE WORDS FROM COREY'S ACTUAL MOUTH #something something quote from 7 deadly sins about corey going through peoples fridges when hes invited over #literally does this to everyone. sniffling little freak #but yeah i need her so bad. my corey pudding pie iiii can show u the wurlddddd #fem!corey taylor x gn!reader #keep in mind its MEANT to be gn reader however this is definitely meant for a lezbo maggot audience #i see you ppl. im lurkin' and im stalkin' when u least expect. IME a lezbo maggot u see #girl!corey #anyways. goodnight foreverrr

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monsterboness · 3 years ago

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doctor

summary: reader is sick and it's up to 'doctor' taylor to look after her

pairing: corey taylor x female reader/oc

warnings: sickfic, fevers, fluff

word count: 899 words

originally posted to ao3 september 22 2022

She was dying. She had to be. Nobody could cough as loud as she had and not be on the brink of death.

It had only been a couple of days since her cold had started, and at first, she’d managed to convince Corey that it was nothing for him to worry about, but now she couldn’t get out of bed without her joints hurting and her migraine seemed like it was never going to go away. She didn’t know how bad her fever had gotten exactly, but it must have been over 100 degrees.

He couldn’t call himself a medical expert by any stretch of the imagination, but Corey really did try his best to take care of her while she was bedridden. His own medication was as simple as taking a couple of painkillers, sleeping it off and shutting the fuck up about it, but he knew it wasn’t a good remedy for everyone.

She’d slept for what felt like an entire day when she was woken up by the bedroom door softly clicking open. Her eyes prised themselves open and through the bleariness, she could see him approach the bed with a glass of water and something in his other hand. As soon as she raised her head, her headache came back, strong enough to knock her back down. She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her arm over them to block out the light from the doorway.

“What time is it?” she croaked, her throat so dry and sore it felt like she’d swallowed a razor.

“About three p.m,” he said as he sat on the bed beside her and placed the glass on the nightstand. “You’ve been asleep all day.”

She took her arm away from her eyes and let them adjust to the low light as she slowly sat up, her joints stiff from not being used for so long. Her nose was completely blocked and her skull felt like it was about to burst open from the pain. She tried her best to hold a cough in but couldn’t help from hacking so hard a lung could have come up.

“I’d ask if you’re feeling any better, but that tells me everything I need to know,” he said as he reached around her to stroke her back.

“I feel like I got hit by a bus,” she rasped as she tried to catch her breath, her body trembling under his palm.

“I’ve never seen someone get wiped out by a cold like this,” he said. “Maybe you should go see a doctor.”

“It’s fine, just give me a week and I’ll be back on my feet.”

He wasn’t entirely convinced. Especially since she looked like she was about to fall asleep again.

“Here,” he said as he opened his palm and revealed two pills. “Take these before I go get us something to eat.”

“Will you stay for a while?” she asked as she took the pills and the glass from him.

“Sure,” he said.

He watched as she took both the pills and finished the glass of water before lying back down and patting his side of the bed. Once he lay down beside her, he gathered her into his arms and rested her head on his chest as he gently stroked her hair. He could feel the heat of her fever through her scalp and hear how her chest rattled with each breath.

Every part of him was telling him that he shouldn’t be so close to her while she was so unwell, but he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She clung to him as if she was afraid of letting him go and he was willing to let her for as long as she wanted.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he asked, his voice soft. “Apart from the obvious.”

“I just miss you,” she said before sniffling.

“How do you miss me? You see me every day.”

“I know but we haven’t been able to do normal things.”

“And what counts as ‘normal’?”

She lifted her head slightly so that she could look at him. She hated making him worry about her, especially when he always had so much on his plate. Recording, touring, publicity, and home life was already so many things to juggle, having a sick girlfriend could have been that one thing to make him drop everything.

“This,” she said, gesturing at the two of them. “Being able to cuddle like this, or just have time with each other because I’m either asleep or too full of germs to do anything.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” he said as he brushed a lock of her hair out of her face. “If I could make it all better right now, I would. But the best I can do is bring you meds and hold you like this.”

“Aren’t you worried about getting sick too?”

“I’ve had worse than what you’ve got, I’ll live.”

She stiffly crawled up his body to softly kiss his lips, trying her best to not breathe her germs on him too much.

“Thank you, babe,” she said against his lips.

“No need to thank me,” he said. “I’m happy to play doctor for you when you need it.”

“Hmm, what would I do without the great Doctor Taylor?” she teased.

“Probably get better faster but with fewer cuddles,” he said with a soft laugh.

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vortexdoll · 4 months ago

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The Groupie Distraction

Warnings: N/a

Chris Fehn x reader

Summary: After a tense encounter with a groupie, Chris reassures you by shutting down the situation, leading to a heartfelt confession of mutual feelings and a tender moment between you two.

A/n: n/a

Word count: 1,401

You had been with the band for a while now, working backstage as part of the crew, and had grown particularly close to Chris. Over time, your friendship had blossomed into something deeper, though neither of you had fully defined it yet. You were happy in your small, quiet moments with him—when he’d joke around with you, share his stories, or just sit in comfortable silence. But tonight, something felt off.

It started when the show ended. The band members were all high off the adrenaline, their faces flushed and beaming from the performance. You had just walked into the backstage area, catching sight of Chris as he spoke to Mick. He was grinning from ear to ear, still riding the high of the crowd’s energy.

But before you could even reach him, a groupie had approached. You didn’t mind the occasional fan interaction, of course, but there was something about this one that set you on edge. The girl was tall, her blonde hair cascading in waves down her back, wearing a tight black dress that clung to her figure. She made a beeline for Chris, and within moments, she was standing far too close to him, her eyes wide with admiration.

“Chris,” she gushed, voice breathy, “you were absolutely amazing tonight. I’ve been to every show this tour. You were perfect up there.”

Chris, ever the professional, gave her a warm smile, though his mask remained firmly in place. “Thanks, glad you liked the show.” He took a sip of water, clearly trying to keep the conversation casual.

But the groupie wasn’t done. She leaned in a little closer, flashing a smile that was far too intimate for your liking. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I can’t stop watching you play. Maybe after the show, you could—”

You couldn’t hear the rest of her words, but you could feel your chest tighten. A familiar pang of discomfort twisted in your stomach. You had always known the reality of being around a famous band, but it didn’t make it any easier when you saw Chris surrounded by people who didn’t know him like you did. It wasn’t jealousy, not exactly. It was just… discomfort. A feeling of being invisible to him in this space, in this world where he was treated like a rock star, and you were just the girl who helped out behind the scenes.

You tried to distract yourself, turning away and focusing on helping with the equipment, but you couldn’t stop glancing over at Chris. You could see the way he kept his distance from the groupie, nodding politely but not engaging with her the way she wanted. Still, she didn’t seem to get the hint.

It was then that Chris noticed you standing off to the side, looking uncharacteristically distant. His eyes flickered toward you, and in that moment, he must have realized what was going on. His smile faltered, just for a second, and he abruptly turned his full attention to the groupie.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said, his voice low but firm, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Listen, I appreciate the support, but I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling, okay? I’m here to do my job and go back to my friends.”

The groupie blinked, caught off guard. She clearly wasn’t used to being turned down so bluntly, especially by someone as sought after as Chris Fehn. “What? I—I just wanted to talk,” she stammered.

Chris took a step closer, his body language no-nonsense. His mask stayed on, his identity still a mystery to her. “You’ve had your chance to talk. Now go on and find someone else to bother. I’ve got a life outside of this tour.”

He didn’t wait for her response. With a final look at you, he turned his back on the groupie, guiding you toward the back hallway with a hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and warmth flood through you. He had protected you. He had put an end to the situation before it could escalate, and in doing so, he had sent a clear message.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as you both walked further down the hallway, away from the chaos of the venue.

You swallowed, trying to hide the knot of emotion that had settled in your throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just—” you trailed off, trying to gather your thoughts. “It’s just… awkward sometimes, you know? Seeing you get swarmed like that. I know you’re used to it, but it still gets to me.”

Chris stopped walking and turned to face you, his expression soft but serious, his mask still on. “I’m not interested in any of them, (Y/N).” His hands moved to your shoulders, and he gave you a reassuring squeeze. “The only person I want to be around right now is you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice. You looked up at him, your eyes locking. There was no mistaking the emotion behind his words. He wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better—he meant it.

You smiled, a little shy, but it felt genuine. “Thanks, Chris. I appreciate you shutting it down. I know it’s not easy.”

He shrugged, a playful grin returning to his face. “Hey, no one messes with my girl.” He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice to a soft whisper. “And if they do, they’ll have to answer to me.”

Your stomach fluttered at the term of endearment. You weren’t sure when it had happened, but in that moment, you realized just how much you cared for him. It wasn’t just the way he treated you in private—it was the way he respected you, the way he cared, and the way he never let anyone else take your place.

“I think you’ve got it covered,” you teased, trying to lighten the moment.

Chris chuckled and pulled you into a quick hug, his arms strong but tender around you. “Just so you know, (Y/N), you’re more important to me than any of that stuff. Never doubt that.”

You closed your eyes, savoring the comfort of his embrace. When he pulled back, his hand lingered on your arm, his thumb brushing against your skin in a soft, almost absent-minded motion.

“Can we—” he started, his voice quieter now. “Can we go somewhere and just… talk? I don’t want to be around the chaos anymore. I just want to be with you.”

The vulnerability in his words made your heart swell. You nodded, your voice soft but firm. “I’d like that.”

You both found a quiet spot backstage, a small lounge area that was away from the rest of the band and crew. The world outside seemed to fade as the two of you sat down together, talking about everything and nothing. The music, the tour, and your shared moments over the past few months filled the air. But the conversation slowly shifted to something more intimate—feelings you hadn’t fully acknowledged before now.

Chris leaned in, his eyes searching yours, the mask never once leaving his face. There was something so tender in his gaze that you felt like you could see every part of him. “You know,” he whispered, “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while, but I wasn’t sure how. But I don’t want to keep pretending. I really like you, (Y/N). More than just as a friend. More than just a crew member. I think you know that, right?”

Your heart raced, the words you had wanted to hear finally spoken. “I like you too, Chris.”

The distance between you seemed to shrink, and in that moment, everything felt right. The world outside, the fans, the groupies—all of it was a blur. It was just you and Chris, finally admitting what had been there all along.

With a soft, slow kiss, he sealed the moment, the warmth of his lips against yours sending a spark through your entire body. And as you pulled back, the smile on his face mirrored your own.

No more distractions. Just the two of you.

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