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But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you're thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.

John Corey Whaley

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But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.

John Corey Whaley; Noggin

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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!

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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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No thoughts, just;

Theo being taken by the Dread Doctors for the sole purpose of isolated experimentation, speaking to him only in French for 10 years to isolate him further. When Scott’s pack unexpectedly finds and rescues him, he has no understanding of pack dynamics, affection or how to communicate what’s been done to him over the years. How could he even begin to heal from all the trauma when the world looks so vastly different as an 18 year old than it did as an 8 year old?

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But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.

John Corey Whaley; Noggin

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My Cousin is a Vampire (11K) 🎉

For Scott, seeing his cousin Sarah at their next lacrosse match (Go Cyclones!) is the best thing that's happened since… since they had those 3 consecutive weeks when nothing went wrong. Yes, April had been bliss! For Sarah, seeing Scott requires infiltrating the cheerleading squad which… isn't so bad now that the team captain isn't a 70-year-old witch! (Go Devils!) Of course, everything would be easier if her geek friends didn't insist on joining her and the cheerleading squad!

A Teen Wolf + My Babysitter's a Vampire Crossover for Wywy ( @johnsotherbastard )!!!! ☺️❤️

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Realistically I can’t think of a place to add Pokotho himself to TGWDLM that wouldn’t feel forced (maybe there is one though I’m not an expert on this or anything), so I hope they just hint towards his existence a little more and don’t try to actually have him show up outside of being the hive, but if he did show up… what if they got meta with it

Cause TGWDLM is the meta hatchetfield show, it’s the one where the musical numbers are diegetic and characters acknowledge they’re happening, they even acknowledge the audience at the end. And the actor who played Pokey in NPMD is the same guy who plays Bill, you know, Paul’s best friend. And what happens then if Paul has an interaction with the singular voice and he realizes they have the same face…

Actually if blue guy did show up I bet they’d make him a puppet cause I’m sure the kickstarter will get them enough money for one puppet. But please think about the implications if he was a human played by Corey

There are various implications this could have depending on why they look similar. The easy one is that Pokey did it on purpose either to make Paul less freaked out or freak him out more (which it would freak him out more either way, the question is if that was intentional or not). Alternatively if Pokey isn’t actually taking human form it could be explained as Paul’s human brain trying to process whatever he actually looks like, and landing on that, for some reason. But there’s a third option I think could be cool

If Pokotho and Paul interacted in this show I’d assume by this point Paul would be beginning to get infected himself? So he can sort of understand the perspective of this higher being, whether he wants to or not. Maybe it’s not that him and Bill actually look that similar to Paul’s eyes, maybe in his reality they have different face or nose shapes, and they certainly don’t have the same look in their eyes. But from the a perspective of a god so much bigger than humanity, human faces blend together. He can tell them apart, but mentally they’re all the same to him, noisy, annoying, forgettable, erasable. Even someone like Paul, the supposedly special star of this show, doesn’t stand out. Paul realizes that now, to someone like him Paul really doesn’t look that different physically from the camp counselor boy, or the only lawyer in town, or that highschooler with the anime shirts, all people who are in the hive now. Now actually as identical in mentality as they seemed to him.

Would it really matter, if they actually looked the same or not? Him and Bill, Paul and all those people he never really knew. Everyone’s the same now afterall, whatever’s left in Bill’s body is him. Paul is a few seconds from being him too, he’s not special, not anything more than what any of the hive’s victims had been. But he was allowed to get this far, partially because he was that ordinary and unremarkable, partially because he didn’t like musicals.

He shouldn’t be anything more than another indistinguishable face, but if that thing wants a show, he can give it to him by trying (maybe pointlessly) to destroy it.

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silly little head canon I have about teen wolf is that werewolves get stomachaches when they have chocolate

Theo Corey and Mason would definitely mock Liam for this and eat chocolate in front of him at any given opportunity

Scott for sure mourns the loss of hot chocolate every day

Issac continues to eat chocolate and just suffers the consequences

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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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space to put my head - chapter two

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"Honestly, it's fine, Liam. It happened a long time ago," Theo interrupted. He could see the apology forming on his face, and he didn't need Liam's pity for something that didn't actually happen. "Can we just go get food now? I can and will eat Corey if I don't get pancakes soon."

"Hey," Corey protested.

"Corey doesn't have enough meat on his bones to have any sort of nutritional value," Hayden said as she started leading the way down the street. "Let's get you some pancakes, birthday boy."

"HEY!"

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Slipknot x Nervous Flyer! Reader (FLUFF)

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

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(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.

[quotefeeling]

But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.

John Corey Whaley; Noggin

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[foreverfallingstars]

Ok I don't think my previous writing post will work for me, so gimme any writing ideas :3

I'll write

- platonic, familial, or romantic dynamics

- angst

- fluff

- happy or sad endings/hurt comfort or hnc

- canon or non canon

- Thiam, Steo, Scisaac, Malira - likely any ship

- if you are curious about my OCs, you can also ask questions or suggest drabbles for them :]

I will NOT write

- smut

- any of the adults x any of the teens