#korn rag doll

[p1xiemeat]

[spicyvampire]

I wanna shake this man like a rag doll, you are a grown ass man, where is your spine???? Is this what you fucking teaching your kids????? what do you mean "hoe, don't do it// yah hah// Oh ma gad" this isn't a fucking vine!!!! this is people's lives!!!

on top of sending his only son left ALONE to find his already other missing son like what in god's name, Korn Theerapanyakul please come take care of this poser i'm sick of his face

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club Series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors don’t you even dare

Chapter 013: Accept The Risk

“Are you ready for a good pounding, baby?” — Beat it Upright by Korn

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012*, 013** , 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

NSFW — aggressive!dom!eddie x submissive!shy girl, eddie’s daddy kink alive and well, size kink, spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation/crying, slapping, biting, hair pulling, choking, degrading, praise, wholesome fluff if you squint, unprotected p in v (unless you want a crotch goblin in this economy, WRAP IT TF UP), cream pie, squirting

word count: 2.8k words

“Don't pretend you're not fucking freaky, baby.”

♡

The door to the dressing room bursts open shortly after you shut it.

In storms an enraged Eddie, appalled that you shut the door in his face after he had walked so closely behind you. You attempt to act clueless, counting your tips and separating them to help tip out the staff in the back.

"Here's uhh, 20 percent for Argyle," you announce. "20 for Nance, 20 for you. I’m sorry, I almost forgot to tip you guys out.”

Eddie crinkles the money in hands, eyes refusing to leave you at this point in time.

His tear-ridden stare is all-telling. First, he’s had to hear you get fucked senseless by Steve, one of his best friends. Now, he had to watch you dry hump Henry into literally the next day — another best friend of his — in an outfit he chose for you and bought with his own money.

You really did it this time.

"And that just leaves me with my tips," you add tossing your tote bag over your shoulder. "Also helped Johnny close the register. Everyone else dipped out to bar hop.”

"And you're clocked out?" he musters.

"Well duh, if everything's done."

You're given no time to react when Eddie lunges at you, causing your bag to sulk to the floor, the straps burning your forearms on the way down. You begin to levitate upwards by the virtue of Eddie's throttling grip.

"OW!" you yelp. "What the fuck, dude?!"

Eddie cinches his arm around your waist and hoists you over his shoulders. His breathing is hard, audible grunts escaping from all the tossing you around like a rag doll. You don't attempt to wriggle free, because if you did you feel like your forehead would meet the hard floor.

You smack Eddie’s shoulder blade.

“Put me down, Munson!” you order. “I’m not playing.”

“Yeah?” he grits his teeth. “Well neither am I.”

It's like a carnival ride in the dark. You can't see in front of you or off to the side. You just know the room is spinning. Fast strobes of light shooting across your periphery as you try to make up the orientation of the room.

It is when you hear beads being pushed to the side, that you know Eddie has brought you into a private show room.

Without mercy, but ensuring you landed safely, Eddie drops you from his grasp. You flail recklessly onto the couch. It’s not until you’re out of his grip that you realize how freeing his restraint felt.

You prop yourself up with your elbows, blowing loose strands of your hair away from your face.

"Ow?" you repeat, this time flatly.

"You're insufferable," Eddie hisses, berating you with his injurious glare. His gaze fixes on you as one of his hands ventures about his own body, undoing his belt with just one quick swipe.

"Says the one who literally just tossed me into a dark room," you snap. "Have you any etiquette?"

"Shut up," he demands.

If Eddie was hard to read before, he’s certainly not hard to read now. Now it’s time for him to get even.

The silver parts of the accessory clinks as he chucks it onto the floor, eyes glued on you the entire time. You gulp as he edges closer.

He stops in front of you.

"That set was for my eyes and my eyes only, by the way,” he hisses. “Thought I told you that.”

“Hm, was this before or after you told me you didn’t want to commit?” you challenge him. “I don’t belong to you, Eddie, remember?”

“You got me there,” Eddie shakes his head bitterly.

He stoops down to your level, getting down on his knees. Eddie's unbelievably close now, a strand of his curly hair dangling in your face as he exhales hot air down your neck.

"Do you really wanna play that game?" he asks. There's a riddle in his question. "Do you?"

Your eyes meet his. They're darker than usual, not that you believed that such thing was possible. Dark. Longing. Frustrated. Forewarning.

And for a second, they flicker back to the gaze you're used to again. Loving. Careful. Respectful. Like the look of concern he flashed you when you were cross-faded in his van, asking for him to stay a while. Like the time he made sure you were good enough to dance after being assaulted by a customer. Like the time Billy came storming in, causing you to spiral into a full-blown panic. THAT look of concern.

Are you sure this is what you want?

It is.

"Yes," you gulp, consenting to whatever wrath of his you’re about to face. "Yes, I do actually."

And just like that, the animalistic gaze returns.

His throat bobs when he swallows as he verifies with you one last time.

"Yeah?"

You nod. "I said what I said."

Back to the scheduled programming it was.

It’s not long until Eddie throws himself on top of you, smacking his eager lips onto yours like it’s oxygen. You hungrily bury your hands in his hair, moaning as your tongue inserts itself into his mouth to lock itself with his.

Eddie groans and moves a hand to your throat, issuing a light squeeze while he grinds himself against you.

“Fuck,” you mewl, the second your lips break apart. “Needed you so bad, Eds. Needed you all night.”

“You aggravate me, you know that?” Eddie sighs, burying his head into your chest, kissing along your tits as he does so. He strokes your bicep lovingly as he kisses you.

“Yeah, well the feeling’s kinda mutual,” you attempt to giggle as tears of overwhelm trickle down your face. “The feeling’s mutual.”

“Do you,” Eddie pants as he unbuttons and tugs at your set. “Remember Heather? My lady friend.”

You nod between breaths. ��Mhm. Why?”

“She — never ended things with me.”

There’s a slight pause on your end. “Oh?”

“She never ended things with me,” Eddie continues. “I ended things with her. All cuz I wanted to get to know you and it wouldn’t be fair if I kept her around.”

Your bottoms are off now and the top of your set hangs loosely at your abdomen. You chuck it off of you instantly, refusing to look away from Eddie as you do so.

“Wh-” is all you can get out.

“Why do you think I was so grumpy and irritated that morning?” Eddie questions, moving his lips up to press against your neck. “Huh? I was upset that Harrington got to you first. Didn’t wanna get in between you guys though…”

“Eddie…”

“And inviting you to BYOB night?” Eddie pants as his free fingers curl around your inner thigh. “I only ever invite the people closest to me. You were the only outlier that night. Feel like Steve knew right then and there something was up. But he chose to ignore it.”

His fingers trace your entrance but he keeps them there, kissing up and down your neck as you breathe deeply under him. You pout and tug at his jeans, aching to have him inside of you this very instant.

“And I didn’t intend on fighting your brother that night, and for that I’m so sorry,” Eddie sighs. “But I saw how scared you looked and how aggressive he was being with you, and I knew if I didn’t intervene it was going to be the last time I saw you.”

Eddie hands cup your breasts as he nibbles at your ears, sucks at your temples, and leaves gentle bites at the crook of your neck.

“I’m avoidant, and stupid, and dismissive, and a fucking idiot,” Eddie admits to you. “But I care about you so much. Believe me, Hargrove. I know how this shit looks. I’m just so scared.”

“Eddie…” you soothe him. “Eddie. Just shut up and fuck me already.”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he hears you say that. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief to oblige.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

Grabbing you by the hips, he shifts to reposition you, sprawling you out on top of him. You grind yourself atop his stiff erection as his hands caress every inch of your body. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you unbutton his jeans and pull them down with his boxers, exposing his throbbing cock right underneath your already soaking cunt.

A small string of pre-cum leaks from his scarlet tip.

“How bad do you want me baby?” Eddie coos.

“So bad,” you whimper. “As bad as I was tonight.”

He can’t help but laugh. When you say that, Eddie’s tongue rolls sneakily around in his cheek.

“That’s really bad,” he comments with a shit-eating grin.

“Mhm,” you nod innocently.

“You know what happens to really bad girls though, right?”

“They get punished?” you guess. “AH!”

You’re given absolutely zero time to react again when Eddie slams himself into you. God, he’s huge. God, he burns. You wince in the most pleasure-filled pain you’ve ever been in your entire life as Eddie shushes you, thrusting slowly into your heat as he fingers your mouth.

“Good girl,” he encourages you. “That’s a good girl. Being so brave for Daddy, huh?”

You struggle to even nod, diverting all your focus to accommodating Eddie’s length and girth. He proceeds to rock into you slowly, intertwining a hand with yours with one hand, and letting you suck hard on his fingers with the other.

Slowly, Eddie slides them out of your mouth so they can enclose themselves around your neck. You whimper as he does so. And slowly but surely on your end, you feel yourself stretching to make room for him, the slickness of your wet, and already sore pussy aiding in the process.

“I need to piss you off more often,” you joke. “If it gets me punished like this.”

Eddie groans. “Please don’t. I hate seeing others have you.”

He pulls you into him and repositions you onto your belly, and lining himself up behind you.

“My two best friends?” he demands in anguish. He swoops in to plant gentle kisses against the back of your neck. “Baby, really?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. “I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

“Yeah, we’ll see how sorry you’re about to be.”

“FUCK!” you squeal as Eddie deals you a rough spank across your asscheek.

He smiles grimly as you moan into him, arching your back as you beg for his cock to ruin you some more.

“I need you Eds,” you groan impatiently, grinding against him like a cock-drunk whore. “Eddie? Daddy? Master? What do you want me to call you?”

“Sweetheart, you can call me what you want,” Eddie kisses up your jaw. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you.”

He shoves his fingers back into your mouth as he inserts himself into you from behind. You mewl as you take in that familiar stretch, surrendering to Eddie as he proceeds to drill into your cunt relentlessly. The screams you let out as you unravel underneath him are like music to his ears.

No one has ever been able to hit it this good. No one ever made you feel this good. Not your first love. Not your last boyfriend. Not Henry during the lap dance. Not even King Steve.

"Who does it like me?" Eddie asks. "Huh? Who fucks you better than me?”

"No one," you admit as you wail, hands gripping tightly onto the throw pillow on the couch. You pull it towards your chest to hug it for comfort. It’s like you can feel Eddie in your stomach. “N-no one — FUCK — no one does it like you, Eddie."

He twists your hair in his hands and pulls you upwards towards him.

“Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?” he demands. “Hm?”

“Y-you,” you answer. “It belongs to you.”

A shockwave spreads across your body as Eddie quickens his pace, making sure to hit the spongey part of your heat with every thrust. He stops at the last one, making sure it stays there just a while longer.

“Oh, shit!” you moan, digging your nails into the couch. “Fuuuck, Eddie…”

“I know…I know…” he soothes you. Eddie sarcastically shakes a head at himself at the crook of your neck. “That was a mean one, huh?”

Tears well in your pleasured-filled eyes.

"Aw, she's crying," he mocks you before giving your hair another firm tug. "Can't take me, sweetheart? Can't take my cock?"

Eddie's words, albeit cruel, were deemed just for the moment by his reassuring touches. The delicate rubbing was all you needed to know that it was him asking, "Are you okay? I can stop if you'd like."

But despite being fucked out, you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. You wanted more, you needed more. To make up for all the ‘almosts’ that there had been. And there were a lot.

“Don’t stop, Eddie!” you chant. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh FUCK, right there…”

You feel him smiling to himself as he places you in a headlock between his forearms. With the newfound leverage he acquired, he pistons himself into you sloppily, a pleasure-filled groan escaping from his mouth as well.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie moans. “Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Jesus fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Suddenly he pulls out.

You whine at the sudden retreat, turning and staring up at him with disapproving eyes. He chuckles.

“Don’t worry,” his kind smile reappears, only to be eclipsed again by that same dark gaze. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He releases you to pin you onto your back so he can pound you in missionary.

As he pistons his hips into you, Eddie whispers to you sloppy somethings, saying how much of a brat you’ve been all day and how he’s nowhere close to being done with you yet.

You feel a euphoric stretch as the crook of your heels dangle over Eddie’s shoulders. He reinserts his fingers into your mouth to muffle your screams. The overstimulation of all your senses are sure to drive you over the edge.

“Wish Henry could see this,” he tuts. “He’s probably fucking his fist right now at the thought of you.

“Ah!” you whimper. “You’re gonna make me cum, Eddie.”

Your core starts to tighten and your walls follow suit, suctioning themselves tighter around Eddie as your muscles squirm and pulsate against him.

“Little does he know his best friend and boss is fucking your brains out instead,” he heaves. “Fucking drilling you into this couch hm?”

He chokes you as he sneers, fucking you deep with a pace so fast you’re sure you’re seeing stars. Was this really happening? The air fills up with profanities and the sounds of skin slapping together, wet sloshes accompanying said slaps. You continue screaming Eddie's name as your legs dangle in the air. Eddie cups your breasts for maximum leverage.

"So fucking needy," he comments. "Never seen anybody get so dumb over some cock.”

"Fuck," you mewl. This was it this time. His words are going to send you over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, I’m really gonna cum. FUCK, EDDIE!”

"I am fucking, baby," he smirks down at you smartly. "Daddy's got you. All you gotta do is take me."

“Shit,” you squeal. “Holy fucking shit, I’m cumming!”

"Take it," he orders. "Take it like the slut you are."

"Oh, god,” your vision starts to blur. “I-I’m Daddy’s Little Cumslut.”

"Yeah, you are," he agrees, kissing your tear-filled cheek. "Mine and only mine.”

And suddenly, your legs tremble profusely as your body gives out on you. Eddie fucks you through your orgasm, not seeming to care when you drench his abdomen and thighs with your pleasure-filled juices.

“Holy fucking shit, I just squirted,” you gasp.

“Fuck yeah you did, baby!” Eddie chuckles. He kisses your forehead one more time. “Fuck, I’m getting close too.”

And soon Eddie’s moans fill the air as he finishes inside you. You grind your hips against his and ride him from underneath, milking him of the last of his seed. Eddie’s dick twitches inside of you in pleasure.

Eddie shoots you a hazed-filled look, one of adoration and lust.

“I’m really gonna let you ruin my life, huh?” he says as he shakes his head.

“It depends. Do you accept the risk?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” he stares down at the puddle you two created have created on the couch. One mixture was already dripping down from the couch to the floor, and the other mixture is just now oozing out of you, now that he’s pulled out. “And did.”

You two help each other up from the couch and scatter to find the clothes you’ve aimlessly tossed around the room. When you’re fully dressed, you scan the room for some paper towels, so you can wipe away any evidence of you and Eddie staying behind long past closing.

"Might as well clock in," Eddie banters. "We've got a lot of cleaning up to do."

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[skulleatermetalhead]

I don't have paint yet but when these suckers dry ima buy some paint and give them life:] the long nosed one is randall purpura as a mosquito (wings included) and the rag doll is the figure seen in the korn album "issues" and lastly the lil guy will probably be painted as (Jonathan Davis or munky James Shaffer pls give me a good suggestion or choice lol) that's all I have for today ^^

[legion--23]

My Korn Issues limited edition color vinyl with CD and limited edition Rag Doll

[lostinizzac]

thinking about him

[mechanical-manson]

[eildotcom]

KORN Issues. Super cool 2000 official limited edition 10" rag doll based on the artwork for the Issues album, with a fake split seam on chest with stuffing hanging out, button eye, stitched mouth & embroidered 'Korn' on the chest and 'Issue' logoon the back - this is brand new old stock from a recent warehouse find with all tags & labels intact - just in time for Halloween...! Available from https://eil.com/shop/moreinfo.asp?catalogid=474612 #eildotcom #eil #records #vinyl #rarerecords #rarelps #rock #numetal #metal #cratedigging #vinyljunkie #vinylcollection #recordcollection #vinylporn #instavinyl #memorabilia #korn #ragdoll (at eil.com) https://www.instagram.com/p/B36uviWBCz5/?igshid=17czun8kt0c34

[littlesamsonthedragonewtblo-blog]

OC #9

Elfen Lied OC Name: Lilium "Lily" Tzu Age: 25 Gender: Female Species: Diclonius Likes: Rock & Roll, Gothic style, being alone, killing anyone that annoys her I.E Soldiers & Scientists & Dicloni that are used by the Gov., Violent Video Games, Soda, shooting her guns. Dislikes: "Girly" music, Soldiers, Scientists, The Gov., Dicloni used by the Gov., People the annoys her, her guns jamming. Bio: Lily was born as a military brat, a child with a military parent, both of her parents were members of the Japanese military, her father is a commander & her mother is a nurse. She was born in the base's hospital, & it shocked her parents that she was diclonius. But, they never brought her into the facility, for they know of what they'll do to her; resulting keeping her in secret. At the age of 3, the usual age of when the Dicloni turn against their parents, they taught her things like what's good & what's bad. They dyed her hair black, & covered her horns with a black beanie; she ended up wearing makeup, like putting eyeliner around her eyes showing off that she has dark circles around them. At the age of 6, Her parents suspected her to start killing the kids of her school, but she didn't; naturally her classmates like her style & it made her popular. But the teachers of her school tend to not liking her style, calling it "unappropriated." But the principal let her wear them unless she isn't doing anything that breaks the school rules. Then one of the teachers, who was very strict & ended up secretly abusing Lily. Then after school, on the last day of school, he attempted to rape Lily. But Lily retaliated, & used her Diclonius powers for the first time on him, dragging on the floor like a rag-doll, & split him vertically; alongside pinning his remains on the wall with scissors blades, pens, & metal rulers. The police went to her house, & questioned her about her teacher's death. But she said that he abused her for the school year & attempted to rape her, alongside saying that she saw a girl peeking through the window & watched his death. The police took her word, but her parents knew it was her, which resulted grounding her. The second month of the Summer, her home was infiltrated by the Govnerment soldiers, she killed most of them to defend her & her family. But she was overwhelmed & tired, she soon passed out of exhaustion & found herself in the lab that she heard from her parents. She overheard that her parents were dead, for keeping her in secret; calling them traitors. At the age 25, she used her diclonius powers to escape her cell, killing almost every guard, & personnel. She attempted to kill the head director of the lab, but she was shot in the arm & jumped through the window. She swam to shore, thus killing sharks on her way, she hid herself under the docks until nightfall. She ran to her home & find it was now being lived by a new family. She sneaked inside the attic, & luckily found her old belongings. She put her beanie back on, & re-dyed her black, for the in the lab they shaved her head; saying that she doesn't deserve to have dyed hair, nor having makeup & such. She cut off her long hair to make it short, having a bang covering her right eye. She then left the house, only wearing a towel for the clothes were too small. She robbed a store, after disabling the alarm, & using her vectors to unlock the door. She put on her Gothic clothes again, wearing a black hoodie, jeans, alongside stealing a earring of a black crucifix & put it on her horn. Which before she did that, she went inside her parents, trying not to wake the new parents, she removed a loose board on the floor, & opened it & pull it out her father's special gun, a 44 Dan Wesson Magnum, which he got from his grandfather. She took the ammo, & put the box & floor board back in place. Before she left, she look at the couple, then she infected them with Diclonius virus. Leaving with a smirk. After getting more ammo & an ammo belt from robbing a gun store, taking the money from both of the stores & the parents. She rented an apartment room going under her birth name, which is naturally what everyone doesn't call her. She now lived there for most of her life, gaining money by committing burglaries & pick-pocketing, with the help of her vectors; alongside infecting people. Other: Appearance: - Eyeliner around the eyes. - Black dyed hair - Black hoodie - A horn with a Black crucifix - An Ammo belt under her hoodie - Jeans - A bang of her hair covering her right eye - Contact lenses that change her eye color to green - Height of 5'10" - Weight of 159 Vector Amount: She has 15 vectors. Vector Range: Her range is a 250 radius, which naturally surprise the scientists that she has a longer range than more vectors.   Abilities: Gun Wielding: Usually Dicloni doesn't use any weaponry, but Lily is possibly the only one that uses a gun entirely. Marksman: She was trained to use a gun since she was little, in her home & in the base. She & her father won first place in a shooting competition, scoring higher points than the last champions. She had a higher score on accuracy & reaction, making her an expert Marksman. Self-Medical Healing: After she was shot in the arm, she healed her arm by being taught by her mother. She pulled the bullet out with a beak & a claw of a baby crab, she cauterized it with fire; biting down on the crab. Fun Facts: - She wants to move to America wear she can be "free" from the Lab, possibly taking many dicloni if she could - Her favorite Rock & Roll band is Iron Maiden & KoRn. - She calls herself, "The Dark Queen of Diclonius(ni) - Her favorite video game(s) is the Doom series, sometimes like to play Live in COD, like to hear kids, which she thinks that they shouldn't play, cry or screeching on the top of their lungs.

[industria-trash]

Korn live in Chamorro Entertainment City Hall, Bogotá, Colombia. Tour: The Serenity of Suffering. with a snippet of Queen's "We Will Rock You. With a snippet of Metallica's "One". with fan on stage dressed up as The Serenity of Suffering Rag Doll. Note: Featuring Tye Trujillo on bass.

Lunes 17 de abril de 2017, 8:30 p. m. #nosotrosteamamos Korn.

[lostinizzac]

i put clothes on the korn rag doll

[eildotcom]

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Super cool 2000 official limited edition 10″ rag doll based on the artwork for the Issues album, with a fake split seam on chest with stuffing hanging out, button eye, stitched mouth & embroidered ‘Korn’ on the chest and ‘Issue’ logoon the back – this is brand new old stock from a recent warehouse find with all tags & labels intact – just in time for Halloween…!

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