#go fuck yourself slipknot

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Anakin is roommates with reader and has an addiction to smoking. Reader tries to help him with it and Anakin decided it’s not enough and wants something stronger. He thinks sex will help.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠

Roommate!Anakin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (general smut), swearing, mentions of substance abuse (nicotine)

Summary: You’ve never had a great relationship with your roommate… one night you get home late and see him smoking. You remind him that smoking kills and although you hate him, you want to help him… it goes to rather drastic measures.

Word count: 3.2K+

Author’s note: Where did you get this idea??? I love it. Also, there are psychological terms being used here— I’m a Polisci and not a psych student and will be using terms I learned when I took AP Psychology sorry lol. Also, read the prompt as if it should be on the shorter side? So I made it as short as I could, hope it's good enough<3 (Btw this is def not beta read. We die like Padme on the table)

You never really got along with your roommate. He blasted loud music and often came home at odd hours of the night. God, you hated the careless way he lived his life. Hell, you didn’t even know what he did for work. He always paid his part of the rent on time, so you kept him around. Besides, there weren’t many other offers and he was willing to pay half.

On a particular night, you came back from an evening shift at the local mental health clinic. The bag that was lazily slung over your shoulder was dropped to the ground as you walked into the living room. There he was. His lips held a cigarette between them, as he strummed his bass. It was loud and obnoxious.

“Okay, Slipknot, could you turn that down a little?” You let out a heavy sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes at you, and took a drag of his cigarette, blowing rings in your face. It caused you to cough and waft it away immediately before you took it out of his mouth and put it out in his ashtray.

“What the hell! That was my last one!” He threw his arms up in the air as the smoke subtly settled in the glass.

“This stuff is a slow death, y’know?” You said with a tone that screamed ‘as a matter of fact’. He was clearly pissed at your actions.

“—and? Does it look like I care?”

“Look, I get that we don’t see eye-to-eye on things, and we’d both rather not be living together… but the only reason I’m willing to live alone without you is if you move out. Not if you die on this fucking carpet.” You clicked your tongue and pointed at the scruffy rug beneath your feet.

“Why do you even care?” He raised an eyebrow and scoffed at you. Yeah… why did you care anyway? The question stumped you for a brief moment before you finally thought of the perfect response.

“Who else is going to pay half the rent? Besides… I don’t want to clean up a cancerous body in my house.” You were still standing there in front of him with arms covering your chest.

“Whatever… I’ll try.” Wait. It was that easy?

“Wait, are you serious?” You were a bit surprised to see him nodding along and agreeing.

“Yeah, I guess. My mother would hate to bury her own son… or whatever…” He trailed off as he stared at the worn cigarette bud in the ashtray.

“I knew you had some sense in there.” You joked as you poked his forehead before leaving for the kitchen to make yourself a late dinner. Anakin followed you like a lost puppy, as you pulled out some fruits and readied a blender. He watched as you cut up the fruits neatly before you added them to the blender.

“Hey so—” he didn’t get to finish, because the blender started going.

“Oh sorry about that. What were you saying?” You stopped the blender for a second.

“What could—” The noise dialed back up again,

“Oh, sorry,” you chuckled and poured the mixture into a bowl with some yoghurt.

“Very funny,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he leaned forward in the barstool he sat in,

“No, but really— how am I supposed to beat the cig cravings?”

“Via Pavlovian psychology, of course.” You gave him a curt smile.

“I’m not a dog.”

“Didn’t say you were. Look, the hypothalamus controls cravings… sex and food mainly. This means— you can try replacing it with chocolate. Maybe carrots?” You mentioned and took a bite of your yoghurt mix.

“Yawn. Don’t like the sound of that.” He rested his face against his palm.

“There’s a thing we do down at the clinic… for alcoholics mainly. We slip something disgusting or nauseating into their drink and they’ll associate drinking with this icky feeling… works like… most of the time… sorta…”  You shrugged and took another bite.

“Right… well there’s just the problem of— I’m not an alcoholic and you also said that only works some of the time,” he said. His elbow dug into the table as it supported his heavy head.

“Why do you smoke anyway?”

“Stress. Smoking calms me down after a long day.” His sigh was heavy and rough.

“Well then, something to destress whilst also eliminating your addiction… I really think something like chocolate would work.” By now, you’d finished your bowl and you put it aside to wash later.

“Yeah… whatever. I guess it’s better than nothing.” He got up from his stool and went straight into his room. Something told you he wouldn’t survive the first week without a cigarette…

A week had gone by fairly quickly and he hadn’t smoked since the night you lectured him. However, he ate chocolate in unreal masses. Even then, as he was sitting on the couch this afternoon, he had bought a pack of cigarettes. Referred to them as ‘emergency cigs’. Just in case. He stared at the packaging, letting his thumb trace over the ‘M’ in ‘Marlboro’. Oh, he was so tempted. Just one drag and he’d feel the relaxation settling in his shoulders and the sounds of birds chirping and children laughing in the streets. Just one won’t hurt. He peeled the plastic film off and opened the lid. He could already feel it against his lips. Just one—

“What the fuck, Anakin.” You came up from behind him and took the pack out of his hands. He groaned as you did so, desperately grasping for it.

“You were doing so great with the chocolate, why the hell did you buy these?!” You spat and hid them in your back pocket.

“The chocolates didn’t work well enough. I need more. I need something better.” He complained and sighed, leaning back on the couch.

“Fine. I’ll go out and buy you some nicotine patches. Just promise me you’ll kick this habit, okay?” You rolled your eyes and went outside to the garbage bins. You threw the brand new pack of cigarettes in there and wheeled it out front.

When you got back inside, Anakin had already left for his room. The two of you had an established set of rules, one of which was to not enter each other's rooms unwarranted. If any of the patients at the clinic taught you anything, it was that addiction was hard to beat. No matter what kind it was. As much as you despised having to live with him, he didn’t deserve to die an early death because of something he couldn’t control.

“Anakin?” You knocked on the door gently, but there was no response.

“Come on, man.” The knocking became a little more frantic, but there was still no answer. 

“Whatever.” You walked away and found your purse before heading back outside to uphold what you said you’d do earlier.

After you got back, you heard him watching something on the TV. It was a car commercial for a new Ford model.

“Catch.” You got in front of the screen and threw him the packs of nicotine patches you’d bought. He peered up at you with lazy eyes and slowly unpacked one. You hadn’t really taken note of it before, but he was fucking hot. His hair was messy and his body was chiselled. He was shirtless and only in a pair of very unforgiving sweatpants.

“Thanks…” he mumbled and stuck a patch on his chest.

“Feel better?”

“Don’t know yet.” You took a seat beside him and cast Netflix to the screen,

“Anything you wanna watch?”

“Nah… I’m good.” He seemed as if he was giving up. He was all sluggish from not having had a cigarette.

“Okay…” you turned off the TV to sit and soak in the uncomfortable silence. Nobody said a word for at least a few minutes before Anakin finally spoke up,

“It feels okay… just… doesn’t beat the real thing.” Your head turned to look at him as he said that. 

“I’ve tried everything, okay? I have tried to help you. For some reason, you always need more. What more could you possibly want?” You sighed and brought your knees to your chest.

“You said… the hyper something? was responsible for sex and food cravings, right?”

“The hypothalamus, yeah. That’s why we tried chocolate.” 

“That’s food… what about… sex?” He took a gander at you with those intoxicating tired and beat eyes.

“Like… jerking off? I mean, maybe?” You shrugged.

“No, sex,” he said, staring right at you.

“Oh… well… knock yourself out, I guess? You have a girlfriend?”

“What about you?” He moved closer, still staring deeply into your eyes. His velvety blue ones captured your very soul with just their existence.

“I’m… um… I don’t have a boyfriend…” you swallowed harshly as he leaned into your neck. His breath hit your ear,

“I’d say that’s pretty convenient, no?” He grinned, letting you feel the electricity surging through your spine. You shuddered before swallowing hard,

“What are you insinuating, Anakin?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I need something better than chocolate. Something better than nicotine patches. I can’t just sleep with random girls every day and hope I won’t get an STD. You are single, and I’m guessing you don’t have any weird illness.” His smirk was evident, even if he was practically buried in your neck.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Anakin.” You sighed but didn’t resist his antics.

“Mmm ‘don’t think so. I have a pretty great plan mapped out in my head.” He began to nibble away at your skin, several sighs escaped your lips as he did so,

“Anakin…”

“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name just like that.” He ravaged your neck now, littering it with bruises and marks. He pulled away briefly and got up from the couch, taking your hand in his as he helped you up. Almost immediately, his lips crashed onto yours. He pushed you up against the cold wall, clawing at your waist,

“Jump.” You did and he grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He then carried you to his room, where he roughly threw you on the bed. Your breaths were heavy and he swallowed up every single one with his mouth. His tongue massaged yours as his hands massaged your clothed tits.

“Anakin—“

“Ani. Just Ani.” He captured your lips again. He loved those pretty little whimpers and gasps you’d make. It drove him wild. The way your hands were pulling at his hair as your lips desperately reached out for his… It was like a drug.

He pulled off his shirt and helped you get yours off too. You unclasped your bra, and he revelled in the sight. They were fucking perfect in his eyes. The embarrassment on your face as he stared only made him more hungry. He unbuckled his pants, pulled them down and discarded them somewhere in a corner. Shortly after, he got yours off too. Your panties were damp and when his two fingers went to investigate, he just had to point it out to you— essentially mocking you.

“Look who’s getting so worked up when I’ve barely even done anything?” He scoffed. The mocking only worked to turn you on even more, and the face you made gave it away almost immediately. Dumb mistake or was it served on a silver platter?

“Don’t tell me you get off on that,” he snickered and massaged your hips, one hand worked its way further down and ripped your panties off. 

“Hey, those were expensive…” you mumbled, but he didn’t care. The whole house could catch on fire and he wouldn’t give a fuck, because he was here with you. 

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He placed his thumb on your clit, slowly rubbing circles. You clenched the sheets with whatever little power you had left. Even with gestures as small as stroking your sopping cunt, you were at his disposal. Through and through.

As it got more intense, he added a finger, then two then went ahead and added a third— finger fucking you until you went cross-eyed, flicking as hard as he could. Your cries and moans were like music to him. Better than whatever garbage he played anyway.

“All for me? You spoil me, darling.” Fuck, that sent you toppling over the edge, clamping down eagerly on his fingers. With a final moan of his name, he felt your essence coat his fingers. After pulling them out, he licked and sucked them clean,

“You taste fucking heavenly. Better than the chocolate, that’s for sure.” He pulled you by the hips and kneaded them nicely, listening to how you panted like the needy little thing you were. One hand slowly travelled up to take a squeeze at your nipple before travelling back down. His hand grabbed the base of his cock as it rubbed against your sensitive folds. Fuck, he was good, but you were growing impatient. Surely bucking your hips would work?

“Fuck, you’re desperate, aren’t you?” He mocked you and snickered. It was embarrassing. Downright humiliating. Yet you relished in it. Oh, you needed him so bad your ovaries were going to explode.

“Come on… Anakin,” you mewled and arched your back.

“It’s Ani, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead gently, still teasing your needy folds,

“Now, let me hear you again.”

“You’re embarrassing me…” you diverted your gaze and turned her head to the side. It was clear as day to see that your face was completely flushed.

“That’s the point,” he scoffed and grabbed your chin roughly,

“Come on, you can do it, can’t you? Be a good girl, tell me what you want.” Good girl. You folded almost immediately.

“Please… just do it.”

“Come on now, you can do better than that,” he snickered. His relentless teasing just egged you on even more.

“Please, Ani. Please fuck… fuck me,” you sighed with exceptional need, as you arched your back.

“Don’t think I heard that… a little louder?”

“Fuck me, Ani! Fucking take me!” Your desperation was clear in your tone and the way your brows were furrowed. You were pathetic to look at, and oh how he loved it.

“That’s my girl.” He leaned down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, as you felt him finally intrude your walls. He swallowed every moan you made and even drowned them with his tongue. His size was unthinkably big. There was one protruding vein in particular. The way your walls clamped around it, allowed you to feel it from its start to its end. He wasn’t completely uncivilized though. He allowed you to adjust to his size before moving even a millimetre. In the meantime, he sucked at your skin, twisted your nipples, and moulded your breasts. By now, there wasn’t one spot on your neck that wasn’t bruised. As these appeared one after the other, the pain from his cock invading your insides slowly mingled with pleasure.

“You can move…” He did exactly that. As if it were a command typed into a computer. He almost pulled all the way out, before slamming himself against your hips roughly and sighing out your name.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he groaned as he wasted no time bringing your knees up against your chest, as he began to pound into you. His pace wasn’t too fast, but rough enough to earn those ethereal moans of yours.

“Fuck, scream for me. Scream my name. Let the whole block hear you,” he sighed, speeding up his pace, rutting against you like a heathen. It was fucking filthy. He watched as every inch of himself disappeared inside you, massacring your insides with no mercy. Every pant and every moan contributed to his head falling back in pleasure, as he drove his hips vigorously against yours.

“Ani!” His name left your lips repeatedly like a broken record. He was fucking you completely stupid. What day was it? What time was it? What was your own name? Your cock-drunk self had only one thing in mind: Anakin Skywalker.

“Fuck, I’m close!” You panted as he thrust with even greater speed and strength. He was relentless and unforgiving.

“That’s right. Cum for me. Cum on this cock, baby,” he groaned as you started clenching down on him. He was struggling to move with the tightness but didn’t give up that easily. His tip hit your cervix repeatedly and you felt like your guts were being rearranged.

Finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore and you tipped over the edge,

“Ani!” You fell limp, but Anakin was far from done. He pulled out, only to get next to you and pull you into his lap. His face was flushed. His eyes were hooded and his lips parted. His hands were kneading your hips,

“Ride me.” What? You had no means. You were limp and tired from the pounding you just got. Now he’s trying to go for another round? But oh, how you wanted it. You wanted so badly to feel him again. To feel a new angle of him. Quite literally speaking.

With whatever strength you could muster, you slowly sank down on him, taking him by each delicious inch. It was far too much for you though, your arms immediately gave out and you fell on top of him. That was no issue though; he helped you. He grabbed your hips tightly and thrust upwards. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with pleasure. You’d never been fucked that food before. Anakin let his face get buried in the soft mounds in front of him, as he arched your back for you. He was determined to make you finish for the third time in the evening, before finishing himself.

“Doing so good for me, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” He continued to drag your hips down upon his, but with one hand, he slowly let go and pressed it against your abdomen,

“You feel that? That’s my cock ruining you.” This man… your words were illegible by now. He removed his hand from your stomach and stretched the corner of your mouth with two of his fingers,

“You’re so pathetic like this. Where’s the smartass now?” He was right. He was fucking you into oblivion. You couldn’t even fully comprehend what he was saying anymore. You just whined and moaned at him. Just like the good girl, you were being for him. The overstimulation didn’t help. In fact, you were already getting close again. Your pussy was suffocating him and his drags were getting sloppier and sloppier— until he finally got you to release on top of him. He pulled you for a few more thrusts before pulling you off, having you fall backwards on the bed so that he could paint your stomach white.

The two of you both panted heavily as he fell back. It felt like you were going to pass out from the exhaustion.

“Beats the nicotine and cigarettes,” he sighed with a snicker. His eyes were fixated on the white ceiling above,

“So does tomorrow work too?”

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[ms--lobotomy]

5th fic in 4 (?) days? I'm so normal. I'm so normal. I'm so normal. Aaah [Previous] [Next]

Summary: Your first day of work after you start feeling a funny way about the funny merman.

Word Count: 1257

Content Warnings: car dependent infrastructure, Typhus existing again, cliffhanger

Image Credit: @squishyowl

Your fingers drummed on the steering wheel as your playlist looped back around to that song. You couldn't close your eyes, not now, but your heart beat faster in your chest as you remembered how he held you, the beat of his hearts against your face. It's just fascination, you told yourself. You haven't even known each other for a week.

You pulled into the employees' parking lot before you found a spot, cut Dave Grohl off mid-word, and got out of the car.

"Sorry, Dave," you mumbled as you locked it.

You speedwalked towards the door, going through all the familiar motions of clocking in. You looked at the time. Two minutes late. You sighed as you checked in with the baby turtle. It was a green sea turtle, but the babies were more black or dark brown than anything. You bent down to look at it. The tank was very small, but the little one didn't seem to mind it. After a few moments of swimming, it settled on the bottom. The corners of your lips quirked up before you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around. It was Typhus.

"Hey," he said casually. "Oh, you found the Nurgling?"

"The what?"

Typhus chuckled. He came in close to you, and you backed away slightly. "I call him the Nurgling," he said, looking down at the tiny sea turtle. "I don't know if it's going to be his name, it's a bit of an in-joke I have with someone. Haven't given him a nametag yet, either. First thing I'm going to do today. How's the merman?"

"Oh," you said, slightly taken aback before remembering that he was there too. "He's doing... better than expected. I showed him some of my music, and he seemed to like it. I hope, at least?"

"Alright, okay," said Typhus, nodding slightly. "Didn't know that one of the first things you'd do when you found a merman was to show him dad rock. But to each their own."

"Why, what would you do?"

"I'd show him Slipknot, personally," he shrugged.

You let out a slight laugh, turning to walk away before he continued.

"I think someone should check up on him," he said. He was much taller than average, reaching almost 7 feet standing. "Don't you think?" He moved a little closer to you, and you backed away, but you were getting precariously close to the wall. Shit.

"I mean, I would like to get to know Stella better," you mumbled. You tried to walk away, but he shifted in front of you.

"Aren't they so busy, though?" he asked, turning up his nose a little bit. "I don't have anything going tonight, and I'd hate to get in the way of anyone's activities. Besides," he said, "all of us found the merman. It's all of our duty to look after him, right?" His leg was almost between yours, and you shrunk back even further.

"Excuse me, what the actual fuck are you doing?" asked the girl with the brown ponytail.

"Maya, it's not what it looks like--" said Typhus, backing away.

Maya was around 5 feet tall at most, but she looked at Typhus with nothing less than fury in her hazel eyes. "Back off, Typhus. Now." Her hands were clenched into fists, with only the chipped nail polish on her thumb showing, but her tone was more akin to scolding a disobedient dog.

Typhus looked at her, then at you before backing away slowly. "Guess we should get back to work," he muttered before turning tail and heading towards one of the animals in need of rehabilitation.

"I'll say," said Maya, glaring at him before she turned back to you. "I know you don't want to hear this, but you're going to have to stand up for yourself one of these days," she said, in a tone low enough that Typhus couldn't hear. "I know we're coworkers, but I care about you. And I hate to see this... asshole get in your face when you clearly don't want it."

You paused, shuffling your feet before steeling yourself. "I'll do my best," you mumbled.

"You said that last time," said Maya, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright," you sighed. "Alright, I'll try for real this time."

"Thank you," she replied, moving off to her next post. You stood there for a moment, hands over your stomach. You grabbed your index and middle finger with your dominant hand before heading off to your post and starting the workday for real.

...

The workday ended in due time, slow and steady. Most of it was spent in the breakroom when not checking in on the animals and feeding them. Typhus was gone from the picture for much of it, gods know where. You said your goodbyes to the group before getting back into your car, and your playlist was back where you'd left it. You sighed, putting your head on the steering wheel.

Alright, you reasoned with yourself, you need to go home. You have a merman to attend to.

The song finished, and you showed up at your house soon enough. You didn't even enter through your front door, instead beelining to the back. Mortarion looked up at you, his tail swishing in the water, before he swam to the side of the pool.

"How was... work?" he asked. "Do pardon me, I am still learning your species' nomenclature."

"Work is the right word," you said, kneeling next to him. "I do hope you didn't get too lonely, Mortarion.."

"I endure," he said, looking up at you. You took off your socks and shoes and left them by the side of the pool before you looked down at your pants.

"Is something wrong with your pants?" Mortarion asked.

"I..." you started. "So, humans wear pants underneath their pants. Most of the time, at least? And it's a bit uncouth in our culture to show them. Uh..." you started, blushing. "Man. I'm too tired to go upstairs and change. Is it okay if I show you the... garments under my pants?"

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Mortarion shrugged before you tugged off your pants. You took your phone and keys out of your pocket, and put them on the glass table by your pool before dipping your legs into the pool again. Mortarion looked away, before he looked back up at your face.

"You're beautiful," he said, before tensing up. You heard a car pull into your driveway, and you tensed up too.

"I'm not expecting anyone," you said, getting up quickly. "Please. Hide?" you asked.

"You don't exactly had a huge pool," he grumbled, submerging himself.

You entered through the back door, and looked out front. The car was... familiar, though you couldn't put your finger on where it was from. Hurriedly, you looked for something to put around your waist before you found a blanket on your couch and draped it over you as quick as you could. And then you saw the person coming out of the car.

It was Typhus.

Part of you was relieved that it wasn't a fed or anything, but it was Typhus. You rushed back towards Mortarion, towards your backyard, as he made his way through the gate. He shut the wooden thing with a quiet thud, as his eyes darted to you. You shifted the blanket over your legs, glad that it was covering quite a bit.

"I..." you started, your fists balling up. You looked to your feet. "I didn't invite you here."

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[deathblacksmoke]

cleanse me with pleasure

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: established poly relationship, jealousy, oral sex (m and f receiving), mutual masturbation, unprotected p in v sex, cum eating, filthy nasty smutty smut, as always: sweeties

word count: 3.7K

author's note: thank you to everyone who’s listened to me go on and on and on (and on and on) about this thing. it went from one thing to another and we ended up here. it had a mind of its own. and an extra extra extra!!!!!! special thank you to @circle-with-me for making me this beautiful banner when i was fully having a massive meltdown about it <3 ilysm.

dividers by @saradika-graphics 💐

The early morning was a haze. You had woken up wrapped tightly in Nick’s arms, moving rapidly from soft kisses and tenderness into a thorough, nasty fuck.

He left you alone in bed to go find Noah, with a deep kiss and very specific instructions to keep it inside. He didn’t give you a reason why, but he didn’t have to. Your mind swam with the possibilities, tummy fluttering with the anticipation of it.

You stand at the sink, brushing your teeth and wanting nothing more than to hop into a steaming hot shower to wash the filthy, sweaty sex off of you. A chill runs up your spine when you hear Noah slip into the bathroom behind you. You gaze beyond yourself in the mirror, and at the sight of him, you remember why it was so important you hadn’t.

“Why are you all dressed up?” you ask him.

He does look nice: a black long-sleeve shirt, jeans, a belt. His long hair, still damp from his shower, falls prettily over his shoulders.

He wraps his arms tightly around your middle, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Just felt like it,” he responds, kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “I hear Nicky left me a present. Did you leave it for me like he asked?”

You nod, trembling when he slides his hand down the front of your sleep pants, fingering through your folds and making a pleased little sound when he feels Nick’s cum drip down onto his digits. 

“Good girl,” he praises.

Noah was beginning to think Nick had forgotten about him. 

He’d left a note on the bedside table, asking Nick to meet him in their home studio when he wakes up. He knows that Nick prefers to sleep in on weekend mornings, spreading himself out and selfishly stealing alone time in bed, but it’s been enough time that he’s gotten a long, hot shower already after Jolly’s come and gone.

Every last bit of annoyance seeps out of his bones, relief flooding through him and settling his nerves when he hears the door slowly creaking open. 

He spins his chair to see Nick, threadbare Slipknot shirt and plaid pajama pants settled low on his hips, glasses and a messy bun. A comfortable warmth spreads over everything.

“Hi, baby,” Nick says, whispering like he’s trying not to disturb the peace and quiet of the room. He treads over to Noah and when a kiss is pressed to his forehead, gentle fingers combing through his hair, Noah feels his cheeks burn. “I’m sorry I took so long. Can I sit with you?”

“Please,” Noah answers, smiling up at him. They’ve been meaning to get a bench seat, but until then, Nick normally just pulls up the other chair. He knows Nick is up to something when he settles down on his thigh instead. Always pleased to have him this close, Noah reaches up, cupping Nick’s cheek and bringing him in for a kiss, deep and thorough. 

“Love you all clean,” Nick says, nuzzling behind Noah’s ear and placing kisses there. Noah blushes, relaxing back into the chair, losing himself in Nick for a brief moment, the way his lips feel and how his stomach twists pleasantly. “You used her shampoo.”

He loves to smell like her sometimes, not just the way her shampoo leaves his hair silky and soft. He loves the way Nick reacts to the scent of rosewater on him, helping to push away the little stings of envy he still gets sometimes. He can’t help it. He just nods in response, settling, shy and quiet, a handle gentle on Nick’s thigh. “Okay, let’s focus on this.”

He did bring Nick in here for a reason. There’s about a handful of songs he needs Nick’s ear on, not being able to reach an agreement with the others on what exactly is off, if anything at all. Noah overthinks it as usual but Nick always knows.

He does his best to listen intently to Nick’s carefully considered thoughts, but the warmth that’s radiating between them is a little too much for him to ignore. He moves his hands beneath Nick’s t-shirt, settling on his exposed hip bones, delighting in the way he goes rigid, gasping out a desperate, barely-there little sound that crawls its way under his skin.

“Noah,” Nick breathes, squirming on his thigh as Noah ghosts feather-light touches over his hip bones, tummy, along the waistband of his pants. Noah grins, pleased with himself, pressing kisses along Nick’s spine.

“I know, baby,” Noah says, sneaking a hand just below Nick’s waistband to hear him whine and pulling it right back out. “We have to finish up here and I’ll touch you after, okay?”

Nick nods, playing like he’s doing his best to focus on the task at hand. Noah can hear the way his breath hitches, though, the way his speech falters every now and again. It’s clear in the pauses that stretch a little long as Noah’s touch wanders, hand splaying wide over Nick’s belly, that his attention is wavering.

Nick fumbles through a few final thoughts before stopping and resting himself back into Noah’s chest, writhing a little desperately on his thigh. “Hey,” Noah mutters, tightening the grip he has on Nick’s waist, trying and failing to keep him from shifting. “Slow down, Nicky. Are you sure we’re done?”

He knows they are, but he also knows Nick secretly basks in the torment.

“I’m sure,” Nick breathes, bracing his hand on Noah’s thigh and wriggling against his grasp. “Noah, please.”

Noah hides a smile in Nick’s t-shirt, leaning up to press soft kisses along the back of his neck. “Desperate for it this morning?” Noah asks, suspicions immediately confirmed by Nick’s impatient nod before he even gets the thought out. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfy, huh?”

He lets Nick lead the way to the sofa and barely gets himself settled before he has Nick crawling into his lap. The solid weight on top of him makes him dizzy. He’s on auto-pilot when his hands wander beneath Nick’s t-shirt to settle over his tummy, basking in the feeling of the heated skin beneath his palms and the faint softness he finds there. He loves this more than anything, being wholly surrounded by Nick. It’s fire when their lips meet—always is. Noah licks into his mouth and savors the way he whines for him.

He’s always parched, starving for Nick, and now is no exception. He wants to touch him everywhere, he wants to feel everything, he wants no separation between them.

He wants him. All of their time together lately has been the three of them together, and he loves that, curling up in bed with Nick behind him while Noah breathes in the smell of the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder, hands splaying over the expanses of her soft skin. He wouldn’t trade what they have for anything, but he misses Nick, somehow, and the time spent having him all to himself. 

He gets plenty of time alone with her, when Nick is at the shop. He loves to spend ages with her, lounging on the couch, limbs twisted together, something playing on the TV that neither of them are paying any mind. Soft touches turn into grasping hands turn into wailing orgasms, stretching for hours. She gets Nick all to herself when he and Jolly lock themselves away in the studio for what feels like days, and he’s grateful they can take care of each other so his guilt feels less clawling, so he doesn’t have to worry as much that he’s neglecting them.

When they’re not on tour, however, his alone time with Nick seems to take a back seat to making up for lost time with her. She deserves it, and he’s always more than happy to give it to her, and to take it. He loves her so desperately, but can’t help it when he slips into moments when he needs Nick alone.

He’s taken out of his thoughts when Nick starts whining, squirming in Noah’s arms. Noah regards the spot where his fingers have been digging into Nick’s sides, trails of splotchy red surrounding the fingerprints, and he’s sure it stings. They’re sure to bruise and he’ll love on the spots with gentle kisses for the days to come. 

He loosens his tight grip, giving Nick’s poor skin a break, but space isn’t something he’s willing to give. He encircles Nick with his arms, dragging him forward in his lap, burying his face in Nick’s neck and inhaling his scent. It’s a mixture of things—cigarettes and mild soap and an underlying hint of sweat. The hair closest to his scalp when Noah brings his hand to the back of Nick’s head and yanks is still damp with it. There’s a fleeting moment of a gnawing curiosity about what they got up to this morning, but he pushes it away, shifting focus to sucking a mark into the fragile skin of Nick’s neck.

“Now who’s desperate for it?” Nick asks with a hint of amusement in his voice. He gasps out a little laugh when Noah yanks his hair again, bites down harder. 

“I never said I wasn’t,” Noah murmurs, fingers digging into Nick’s sides again. He can’t help it, addicted to the way it gives, the way he squirms and shifts ever closer. “Fuck, I need you,” he finds himself groaning, panting into Nick’s neck and squeezing his eyes closed. “Hop up for me, Nicky.”

He doesn’t do it without complaint, and Noah isn’t the biggest fan of the distance it puts between them, either, even if it’s only for a moment. It’s worth it when he looks up from the spot he’s settled into between Nick’s legs and sees the way his eyes are blown, breathing heavy, jaw slack.

He doesn’t waste any time pulling Nick out of his pants, already hard and hot and heavy in Noah’s hand. He hasn’t had him like this in so long and he’s been drooling for it since the moment Nick walked through the door.

He slips the head past his lips and there’s an immediate taste of something that’s not Nick. It’s Nick, with an overtone of something else. Something familiar. He squeezes his eyes closed, trying to push away all of his jealousy and focus solely on the man sitting in front of him, who he has all to himself now.

He can’t stop thinking about it.

“You taste like her,” Noah says, peering up at Nick and narrowing his eyes. He pops the head back into his mouth, suckling like he’s searching for something. The taste of her finds him again and a pang of jealousy hits him in the gut. He’s always missing something.  “What did I miss out on this morning?”

“Don’t worry, honey,” Nick responds, running a gentle hand through Noah’s hair. Noah’s eyes roll back at the feeling of a sharp tug, stinging his scalp. “She’s a good girl—she left it inside for you.”

It’s not really the point, whether he gets to have it. He wants to get it for himself.

The distance between the two of them becomes unbearable—he has to get as close to Nick as he can get, again. He gets to his feet, crawling into Nick’s lap, scooting forward until their chests are touching.

Nick’s hands cradle his face, bringing their lips together. Nick’s kiss is biting, leaving Noah feeling dizzy and overwhelmed as Nick’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. He finds himself gasping, and Nick takes the opportunity to lick into his mouth and fiddle with the zipper of his jeans.

Noah pulls away, taking a breath and resting his forehead against Nick’s. His eyes feel unfocused, woozy like he’ll pass out at any moment, made worse, or better, when Nick pulls his cock out of his jeans and starts stroking him.

“You’re jealous,” Nick accuses, though his tone isn’t critical. Noah feels his cheeks burn. Though he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it, he still feels an edge of humiliation wash over him with the knowledge that Nick noticed. “You don’t have to be, sweetheart. I’m right here. You’ve got me all to yourself this morning, for as long as you want.”

I want you to want me the way you want her, he thinks but doesn’t dare to say. It’s not fair, and he knows that Nick wants him, that he loves him, that it’s not a competition between any of them. He’s still getting used to their dynamic, and sometimes his confidence wavers. 

He leans in to kiss him again, to settle his own nerves. Nick sighs into his mouth and Noah feels soothed, melting into him comfortably. He reaches for his cock again and gasps when he feels him in his hand again. He can’t help it.

“I really love when I get to have you to myself,” Noah admits, moving to kiss the corner of Nick’s mouth, his cheek, down to his neck. “Is that selfish?”

Nick snickers and nods, and Noah feels momentarily self-conscious, but is saved by the way Nick’s hand speeds up on him and the kiss that’s pressed to his temple. 

Noah picks his speed up, too. He wants to get him there. He wants to make him feel as good as she does and remind himself that he can.

“Relax, honey. I’m right here,” Nick soothes, pace staying consistent over Noah’s cock. Noah realizes belatedly that he’s shaking, face red and eyes brimming with tears. His head is buried in Nick’s neck again, catching his breath, keeping his pace steady. “You’re gonna make me cum, Noah, just like that.”

The words keep him encouraged, focused—he brings his lips to Nick’s again, a way to keep himself from saying everything he wants to say but shouldn’t. He knows that Nick gets it, that he can read him better than anyone. He always tries so hard to make everything fair and even and make sure everyone is okay.

Noah loves him so much.

There’s no warning beyond a choked gasp, when Noah swipes his thumb once, twice, three times over Nick’s slit and he spills over his hand. He keeps stroking him for a moment more before removing his hand, making a show of licking Nick’s release from his palm and fingers.

“Do you want to save it for her?” Nick asks him, hand still moving steadily over Noah, still catching his breath as he speaks into Noah’s open mouth, their lips barely touching. “Or do you want to let me have it?”

He barely has to think about it, hanging on to the unspoken implied I want you to let me have it and shaking his head rapidly, hoping Nick understands which one he’s saying no to.

“I want to cum for you, Nicky. Please,” he responds, for good measure, barely finishing his thought before he’s choking out a gasp and spilling his spend over Nick’s knuckles.

He feels Nick’s dazzling smile against his mouth, soothing him with kisses as his hand slowly comes to a stop. Nick pulls away to bring his hand up to his own mouth, licking his fingers mostly clean before offering them to Noah, who accepts them gratefully, savoring the taste of his own release on his tongue.

They tuck themselves back into their pants, and Noah feels a little healed at the feeling of Nick’s hand tracing patterns along his back. He melts into him, placing little kisses along his neck, breathing him in.

“Our girl is waiting for you, sweetheart,” Nick reminds him, but he isn’t rushing. There isn’t an inch more distance between them than there was moments ago.

“Can I just stay here with you for a little while, before I go to her?” Noah asks, and if he sounds indignant, ungrateful, unexcited, it’s not on purpose. 

Nick nods, wrapping Noah tighter in his embrace.

He spins you around, lifting you up in his arms and placing you on the bathroom sink, pulling your shorts off your body.

He’s not in the mood to take his time today, clearly, and you have no problem with it. You love things with Noah a little rushed, sometimes. You distantly wonder what they got up to once they finished their work in the studio, what has him in this mood.

He kisses you eagerly, hungry and biting, grasping at your thigh and bringing you ever closer to him. You cup his cheek to ground him, slow him down for a moment. He can get carried away, breathing heavy, and you don’t want him stressed. It’s no fun if he’s too frantic.

“I’m not in a rush, Noah,” you tell him. He pulls away to get a good look at your face and nods, leans in to kiss you again, softer. “Are you in a rush?”

He shakes his head, and the blush that paints his cheeks is so pretty. You know what he wants, though, kissing him again before pressing gently on his shoulders, guiding him to where you want him—where you know he wants to be.

He starts soft, as he normally does, tiny kitten licks up your slit. It quickly shifts, though, turning to fat stripes licked up your center before he buries his face in you. A heady feeling rushes through you and you can’t keep yourself up, leaning back against the mirror, ignoring the brief moment of shooting pain when your head thuds against it.

It feels so good you can barely think, but it’s only moments before he’s whining, groaning and squirming. As much as the vibrations sent through you make your legs tremble, as much as you could be right there if you let him keep going, your protective nature makes you sit up a little straighter again.

“What’s wrong, sweet boy?” you ask Noah, threading your fingers through his hair. He’s whimpering pitifully, pressing his face as far into your center as he can. Your tummy flutters with butterflies. You see his shoulder moving and kick at his arm. “Hey, no. No touching,” you order. “Look at me, Noah.”

His eyes are blown out and needy when they shift up to you. They flutter closed when you cup his cheek—he whimpers and opens them again just as quickly. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t—I can’t get it all,” he whines, diving back in. You feel so soft for him. He’s trying so hard, but groans in frustration, resting his head on your thigh. “I want it so bad.”

You pity him a little bit, the way his eyes brim with tears. He’s trying so hard.

“Come here,” you whisper, fingers combing gently through his still damp hair. He doesn’t need much convincing, soft and pliable as he rises to his feet and slots himself between your spread legs. His hand makes a home momentarily around the curve of your hip, the thumb of the other brushing along your lower lip, breath mingling with your own. When you move his hand from your hip to the meat of your inner thigh, he takes the hint easily enough, his touch drifting to where you need him most. “Right there, baby. Thank you.”

It isn’t for you when he slips his fingers in, digging around inside of you with purpose. It’s almost uncomfortable, but the ultra-focused look on his face amuses you. He curves them just right, making you cry out in a mix of ultra-desperate pleasure-pain. A devilish smirk spreads and you roll your eyes, half joking and half deeply irritated that he can get to you this way. He pulls out two filthy digits, eyes rolling back in what can only be described as pure bliss when he slides them past his lips.

It’s a little dizzying, always, the way Noah can shift so rapidly from dominant to submissive and back again. You bring his lips to your own, licking into his mouth, savoring the taste of the mixture of the three of you.

You feel him shifting, lips still on yours, and there’s no warning when his cock notches at your entrance, slipping inside. You’re so wet it’s simple—a mixture of Nick’s release, Noah’s saliva, and your own arousal.

He sets a steady pace, it’s with practiced ease that he angles you just right, hitting the spot that he knows makes you cry out, over and over again.

“You wanna get filled up again, pretty girl?” He asks, teeth gently nibbling at your ear lobe. You know that tone of his—if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s feeling a little jealous. It’s cute, even though it makes you feel sad for him. He really doesn’t need to be.

All you can do is nod, trying not to make too much noise, but you can’t help it when he hits that spot again, thumb coming down to press over your clit. You cry out, reaching your peak without warning, hoping to god that Jolly isn’t still in the house.

“There it is,” Noah praises, fucking you through it. His pace falters and you know he’s right there. When you cup his cheek again, angling his face up so he has to meet your eyes, seeing the tears brimming, you’re positive.

“Let me have it, baby,” you tell him, and his eyes flutter closed, breath catching. It’s only a few more thrusts before he’s stilling, breathing a grunt into your neck and biting down.

It’s your favorite, having him a little flustered like this.

Once he catches his breath, he pulls out and reaches for a wash cloth, cleaning his release out of you. You catch him before he’s finished, reaching down and getting some for yourself, making a show of licking it off your fingers.

He takes a deep breath, getting himself dressed before pulling your sleep shorts back on you. He’s still a little shaky, a little unsure, so you wrap your arms around his middle, bringing him in close to you.

Your face is buried in his chest and he settles, heart rate settling.

“You don’t have to be jealous, baby,” you tell him, bringing his face down to yours. “I promise.”

“I’m not jealous,” he responds, but the shaky nature of his tone gives him away. You kiss him, softer and slower this time, with plans to make every last bit of lingering jealousy seep out of his bones.

You need him happy and secure, doubtless in all the endless love you and Nick have for him.

You’ll get him there.

tags: @concretenoah . @circle-with-me . @darksigns-exe . @ladyveronikawrites . @monotoniscreaming . @cookiesupplier . @bngurngheart . @agravemisstake . @iknownothingpeople . @anameunmusical

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[slxshrfvcker]

slashers with a s/o who listens to metalcore

Featured above the cut:

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Featured below the cut:

Patrick Bateman

Michael Myers

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Welcome To Horrorwood

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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Billy would be more amped up about the fact you listen to the metal genre, because he definitely enjoys it too.

If he comes home to you in your room dancing around and head banging to Slipknot or Korn or whatever your taste is, you bet your ass he’s gonna join in with you and rock out to your favorite songs too!

Loves to watch you attempt to sing the lyrics to songs like Custer by Slipknot or Freak On A Leash by Korn.

The song you both vibe together the most with is definitely Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit.

Extra points if you can play the electric guitar/bass, drums or some other instrument incorporated in the metal band genre.

Would be kinda freaked out at first by your fry vocals (if you could do them) but learns to appreciate them because he’s never seen anyone do it in person (poor babes is probably the only metalhead in Woodsboro…)

Definitely agrees to going to a concert (either locally or out of town) with you to see you vibe and enjoy yourself at your favorite band’s shows (he obviously will enjoy himself too!)

Will beat the shit out of whoever elbows you or something at a show

Then kills them after

Also kills anyone for bashing your music tastes

Stu Macher

Shocked at the fact you like such heavy stuff but kinda not at the same time because hello? He’s best friends with Billy for fucks sake.

Smiles and watching you from the side lines as you head bang and dance around to your music. (He might join in with you, with enough convincing)

He’s probably gonna agree to go with you to your fav band’s shows but he insists he has to hear ear protective things because he doesn’t want to get “a headache”. (You both forget anyways)

He will sit back and watch in adoration and amazement if you can play an instrument, the fry screams though will definitely freak him out (he’ll pretend that they don’t though)

Supportive of your music tastes anyways, he loves you for you and not just your music likes.

Kills anyone who hurts your feelings for liking the band/s you like. And also if you get hurt at a show he’s already planning to kill them afterwards.

Patrick Bateman

Honestly annoyed with the fact you like such violent heavy shit and would not hesitate to ask you to turn it down/off if he isn’t in the mood to deal with it

What the hell are you doing—? Why are you throwing your head back and forth like that? Are you brain damaged or something???

“Darling can you stop singing that god awful song I’m trying to focus here,”

Probably breaks your music player a few times bc he’s beyond annoyed with the songs blasting (he eventually will buy a new one)

Refuses to go to any shows with you because as I said before he dislikes it a lot

But if you come home hurt emotionally and or physically he will kill those who caused your pain.

Michael Myers

What is this?

It’s so loud and heavy but he kinda likes it?

Will probably just stand back and watch you vibe for a while before turning around and going to go do god knows what

If he comes home late at night and you are still rocking out he’ll simply turn it off and stare at you as if saying “it’s late go to bed”

He honestly doesn’t care if you come home all bruised from getting kicked or something at your show, he would give an amused look because you put yourself in that position to get hurt, but if you are truly upset or hurt pretty badly (bleeding or broken bones bad) he will begrudgingly go out and kill that person after tending to your wounds.

He honestly doesn’t even care what music you like as long as it doesn’t affect him physically/mentally

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham

Their darling y/n liking such loud music?

Very odd to them because you look so cute and innocent, even with the way you dress (if you like all of the black and band tees)

They love to watch you vibe dance and headbang to your music because you look so damn cute doing it!!!

Takes you to every metal show you ever want to see, just so you are happy <33

If you get hurt by any means from anyone, then expect to have a very delicious meal the next day prepared by yours truly

They both pitch in to buy you albums, music players and instruments for you to enjoy your music more!

Very supportive of you no matter what, they love you! You are their darling y/n and you mean so much to them.

#billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #patrick bateman x reader #michael myers x reader #hannibal x reader #will graham x reader #poly Hannigram #slasher imagine #slashers #x reader #scream #hannibal nbc #american psycho #halloween

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Wait And Bleed

Summary: You clearly are Kappa's favorite, little sheep out of his herd but the questionable prestige comes with equally questionable privileges…

Pairing: Kappa x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Content Warnings: Straight Up Filth 18+!, Substance Abuse (Cocaine), Heavy Consensual Cutting (Mutilation If You Will), Blood Kink, Unprotected P In V, Kappa Being A Menace, Praise Kink

A/N: This fic is based on an ask by @bitchofanewera . Massive thanks go out to @svgarcaine for answering my questions and giving plenty of support. Thank you! 🖤🫶🏻

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222

My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up

This is not the way I pictured me

I can't control my shakes!

How the hell did I get here?

Something about this, so very wrong

I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this

Is it a dream or a memory?

- Wait And Bleed By Slipknot

The already pained expression on your face contorted into a grimace, somewhere in between a cry of pain and a wickedly twisted laugh, bordering on the maniacal as you felt the cold, sharp jolt of hurt ripping through the skin of your thigh again. You watched, studied Kappa's face as his erratic, twitchy eyes followed the sharp razor blade cut through, drawing blood immediately.

"Fuck…" He exhaled deeply, subconsciously biting down on his lower lip as he noted how deep red droplets pooled around the incision.

"It hurts…" You felt your body squirming in his touch, stating the rather obvious.

"I know, sugar, I know, but you're being so good for me. I'll make the pain go away, just you wait, yeah?"

You whined out in discomfort as Kappa placed the blade a little lower, closer to the inside of your thigh this time, the sharp edge drilling into the first layers of your sensitive skin already.

"Ouw…" It shot from your quivering lips, head falling back whilst hot tears trickled from your lower lash line.

The wave of wetness covered your cheeks as Kappa adorned your flesh with yet another languid cut, one of many. Tonight barely any spot on your body had been safe from his kink, fetish or just downright godforsaken need to see you bleed for him. The plenty of cuts and incisions were scattered all over, starting at your collarbones and now ending with the newest addition to the collection on the inside of your thigh. You didn’t even dare to look down because you knew that most of your front would be covered in random, sloppy smears of red.

You'd allowed it to happen, agreed to it for reasons you tried to gaslight your rational thinking away from. To the few crumbles of sane reason inside of you, this posed as plain insanity and you just couldn't bear to admit to yourself that Kappa's madness filled a very certain emptiness in your soul, a pitch black hole you refused to acknowledge.

"Look at you, sugar.", With a quick flick of his hand Kappa finally tossed the bloodied blade aside, "So good and so incredibly vulnerable just for me. Such a precious girl."

His bizarre words of praise shot a rush of heat right amidst your legs, pulling a telltale gush of wetness from your throbbing cunt. In that very moment you couldn't help yourself but to feel ashamed. The unbridled embarrassment flushed your cheeks with red at the involuntary reaction of your body.

"Oh, no… don't you cry over that, huh?", Kappa tried to soothe you, his tone awkwardly soft in face of the situation, "Gon' make sure you feel better soon, yeah?"

"Please…" You muttered, begged unto him, your whole body glowing in the heat of sheere pain and perverted arousal.

"There, there…I got you." Without hesitation, Kappa pulled a slender glass vial from the pocket of his worn-out linen pants, unscrewing its top before spreading a small pile of white dust onto the back of his hand.

"Take a bump, hun." He raised his hand right underneath your nose for you to angle your head down just a little.

You knew the process, weren't exactly unfamiliar to it and right now you simply craved to be elevated from your physical suffering. With that, you tiled your chin towards your tits, hovering your nostril right over the back of his hand before taking a deep sniff, feeling the chemical sticking to your nasal membrane before it went straight into your bloodstream.

Within minutes that suddenly felt like mere seconds, your pulse elevated, a comfortably buzzing feeling washing through your every molecule, leaving no trace of the excruciating levels of pain that ruled your body.

"Better?" Kappa smiled at you.

"Uh-Huh.." You couldn't help a wide, uncontrolled grin to spread across your face as you allowed your head to thud down onto the mattress.

"Attagirl.", You heard him humm, "Let me catch up to you, eh?"

Your senses were reeling, pain turning into a warm wash all throughout your body and your physical arousal aching painfully between your legs.

"Ay, that's my favorite girl..", Kappa quipped while you hardly took notice of him spreading a line of coke between your tits, the string of white sitting on your brutalized skin before he put his face to it, devouring it all in one swift inhale.

"Here wo go!" He groaned out in vigor, his nose crinkling a little before he swallowed the back-drip, and pushed the waistband of his pants down, allowing his hard on to slap beneath his navel in a wet thud.

"Gonna make you feel so good, sugar..", Kappa sighed, looking down at you as he fisted his cock to align himself with your entrance, "Been such a good girl for me…"

You didn't question any of his breathy words as you felt the eager tip of his cock prodding against your hot and already clenching cunt. Way before he even pushed in, your body was set ablaze in a wicked state of drug-induced bliss. Kappa eventually drilling deep inside of you was nearly enough to send your thoroughly tortured muscles into overdrive. You heard your sore voice calling out to him in a foggy distance, repeating his name over and over like some sort of holy chant.

" 'M, here, hun.", Kappa moaned against the shell of your ear, his voice guiding your disheveled thoughts, "Taking me so good."

"Hmhmm…" Your lips pursed in a remote, dull pang of hurt.

Right until the tip of his tongue was deep inside one of the many cuts along your cleavage, you didn't notice how his mouth had wandered down rather quickly.

"Issok…", Kappa cooed, "Let me have this…just a bit…"

To distract you from the sizzling pain his saliva caused, Kappa hammered his hips against you, thrusting into you until you moaned out again.

"Fuck, so thight around me already…" He mumbled into your chest whilst fucking into you at a borderline violent pace.

If it wasn't for the heavy amount of chemicals in your bloodstream right now, you'd have been worried about feeling sore by tomorrow.

"Gosh, you're so sensitive." It was way more of a praise than a taunt that oozed out Kappa's mouth as he felt you throbbing around his cock, your cunt clutching down all over his hard one before your every nerve started to spasm and convulse.

Orgasmic contractions washed through your numbed body, trying their best to work their way up to your brain.

"Feels better now, no?" Kappa moaned, obliviously fucking you through a distorted orgasm, "Better bet Imma do that all night, hun."

#rory culkin #kappa x reader #kappa smut #kappa #kappa black mirror #kappa x fem!reader #black mirror 6 #black mirror #black mirror beyond the sea #kappa x you

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

The New Hire pt.3

Slipknot x Reader

It’s a long-ish chapter..longer than the regular chapters

TW: Heavy-ish Alcohol & Puke

“You’ll be out in 13 shots~”

You smirked and smiled at Sid, before looking him up and down.. and then you saw Paul looking at you….something seemed wrong in his eyes, it was unsettling yet somehow calming? It’s hard to explain but it didn’t matter because you were about to make Sid cry because of how many shots he’s going to go through..

“What’s the alcohol of choice?”

Paul smiled at the question Sid asked you..it was funny yet cute watching your lips puckered into a smile..before the word vodka left your lips..he smiled and watched Sid’s eyes twitch a little bit..

“Straight vodka, no mixers..”

You heard the cooler open and you looked over to see a shorter guy with long black hair and red streaks in the front…he looked kinda cute..but his eyes were the prettiest you’ed ever seen..they were like an ice blue..you could feel yourself staring and getting loss in them before someone else cleared their throat and you looked in the direction to see where the sound came from, it was Jim..

“That’s Joey..he’s our drummer”

You smiled at Joey before seeing what he had in his hand, it was a brand new bottle of vodka..in his other hand were two shot glasses. How long they had this? Who knows but it was cold enough for this one of a kind event that was about to take place in this kinda run down green room.

“Well, I guess let’s get started”

Joey poured both of the shots, I guess he’s going to be our own little bartender for this little adventure. Sid picked up the shot glass and waited for you. You picked up the glass and you counted on to three.

“One..”

“Two…”

“Three…!”

You both downed the shit of vodka at the same time however you didn’t have a reaction to it at all, but you could say the same for Sid..he coughed a little bit and his face turned a bit red before he got in under his control..you snickered at the fact he’s already shown a reaction. Joey pats Sid on the back and tells him to get his head in the game.

“Next round!”

You shouted at the top of your lungs, sending a clear message that this was going to be a long night of drinking til you drop.. and with that Joey filled the glass again, then you both downed the shot..it was like that for a good long while until it was the 13th shot..you smiled at Sid as you both downed the shot quickly. He was still there mentally but it was clear that it wasn’t going to last forever.

“You..don’t look alright over there..Sid~”

He paused for a second before he said he was fine and could continue, so Joey poured you two another round of shots.. and it went on like that again it was round 32. Yes round 32..it’s a lot but both of you were stubborn as shit and neither one for you were stopping until someone dropped to the floor. Joey poured another round and you reluctantly picked it up but Sid didn’t, he mentally tapped out but his body physically tapped out after he puked his goddamn guts out..you weren’t so far behind him either though..went he puked you walked over to him to check on him and you ended puking on him. It was absolutely disgusting..you puked on this drunk ass man and to be honest it was funny according to the rest of the guys.

“Well fuck me, they puked on Sid..”

You chuckled that they found you puking on Sid funny, however it felt like you were about to pass out.. and who would have guessed…you passed out for a hot second as you fell you expected to land right on top of him but somehow you were caught by someone and they easily picked you up in their strong arms..they chuckled and it sounded like Paul.. but it wasn’t but then you opened your eyes again and it was Joey he was holding you bridal style..you looked him up and down before leaning near his lips.. and stopping to ask a question…

“Joey…what’s stopping us from kissing each other?”

Joey looked at you before smirking softly..

“Nothing really..”

You leaned in fully and both of your lips connected, it was passionate enough that Joey to lose his footing for a second but he quickly came to his senses and started to carry you towards the couch he was sitting on before you walked in..while you were busy swapping spit with Joey and possibly getting your rocks off..Paul and Jim bent down and looked at Sid who was laying there covered in puke..his puke and your puke..absolutely disgusting….

“Joey..your eyes are so pretty..~”

You said while having drunk hiccups…Joey smiled and thanked you for the compliment before he leaned away and then breathed heavily before sighing..he knew he had to stop this from going any further..you were drunk and not in the right state of mind..he knew that it was not right…

“I know they are pretty, but you need to get a bath and calm yourself down..”

Joey pats your head and brushes your hair back behind your ears..

“Paul..is there anyway you can get some to help bathe them or at least wait in the bathroom until they are done with showering?”

Paul thinks for a second and sighs..

“Everyone else is drunk off of their asses besides us…so one of us could just wait for them..”

Joey sighs and huffs before turning around and walking out of the green room..

“Where the fuck is he going?”

Clown asked before Paul hinted that he might be going to get clothes for them..they’re small but they’re also around the same height as Joey..It’s been a couple of minutes later since Joey left to get you clothes..Eventually he came back and he had clothes in hand..it was some black sweatpants and a sweatshirt that had a faded metal band logo on it..Joey smiled and looked at you before looking at Sid, Paul, Clown, Craig, Jim, Corey, and Chris..They all looked back at Joey..before he opened his mouth.

“Soooo…whose going to wait for them to shower?..Like I got the clothes sooo..”

Corey and the drunk Sid raised both of their hands before looking at each other with a wide eyed expression as if they were shocked to see each other raised their hand. They snickered before they were immediately on one another on the cold concrete floor of the green room where punches were being thrown and where they would take turns choking each other out..

“GUYS!!”

Clown yelled at the both of them and before Paul and him separated Corey and Sid from each other’s throats..Clown slapped Corey and then he punched Sid and he fell down and on his face before groaning loudly and then going quiet. Paul shook his head and angrily sighed before chuckling and saying that he’ll just wait for you in the bathroom because it’ll be insane if he lets one of them wait for you.

“You’re fucking crazy, the both of you”

Paul picked you up and grabbed the clothes Joey had picked out for you to wear after the shower then walked to the green room door and opened it then walked out and headed towards the bathroom area of the backstage area that bands were aloud to use, and then he sat you down and stood you up so you could physically walk to the shower area yourself..Paul sighed and smiled softly while looking at you…He tried to explain what you needed to do to you so you could get cleaned and get dressed yourself with him having to help you..

30 minutes later

You stumbled out of the shower area all dressed and what not into Paul’s arms..he looked at you before sighing and picking you up once again and walking back to the green room and heading back in there..He looked at everyone else and gave them a glare…

“I’m going to let them sleep with me tonight..”

#joey jordison #corey taylor #sid wilson #chris fehn #craig jones #jim root #mick thomson #shawn crahan #tortilla guy #slipknot #x reader #down bad #on my knees #submisive and breedable #bite me #drunk #taken care of

[chemicallady]

I'd like to say something at this point.

I'm reading here and there that some of you are changing their vision about Noah or reaching the point to ask yourself if you still want to be a supporter of him because of what that blog said about him.

I believe that what happened between Noah and this person is probably true, I don't have any reason to doubt about her. But.

As we say in Italy, you can't fully believe to a story if you ear just one-side bell. Noah doesn't have the chance to tell his side of the story because he has better things to do than care about gossip. More than that, it's a human being. We have to look at the big picture. I don't want to defend him at all costs, I actually really don't care because untill he will be a decent person in public (not saying bullshit like Ronnie, for instance) and continue to be polite to his supporters, we are cool. I think I'm far older than more than half of the rest of this (sometimes really bad) fandom because I was a teen in the years of the emo wave. You maybe don't know about the Used, early MCR, Radke himself, Oli Sykes before Sempieternal...

They were drugs addicted. Always drunks as skunks. Pissing on people, throwing mic stands in the pit, get FULLY NAKED on stage (I'll never forgot about this, Quinn Allman). They did some awful shit in front of they supporters and to their supporters. Things that nowadays would get them canceled. You have no idea (maybe, or maybe you have) of what was Warped Tour 2005. Or maybe it was 2004? I can't recall.

Bad Omens are TODDLERS compared to this people. Innocent, pure babies. They are nice, extrovert maybe but nice. No one can deny that. They dont do drugs, they dont get drunk on stage or fuck around this supporters. They have an healthy routine in tour, they are teaching people to not fucking fight, they don't fuel fights! Its NORMAL in metal to have a couple of injuries at concerts. Collateral damages. I was nine at my second concert and I saw Slipknot. One dude broke his nose in the pit. Blood everywhere.

It's not a fucking Hannah Montana show. Those dudes are suppose to be badass. Noah is not pretending to be someone else or faking a new personality. He is doing is job and he is delivering pretty good shows. In no time he will grab his crotch around moaning like Oli, give him fucking space to express himself and be feral. Like any other metal artist.

Another thing.

Bad Omens vip experience is not expensive. I don't have interest in buy vip pass for 30 second of nothing, I'd rather wait after the gig is over. I met so many artists this way and usually they are more appreciable if they don't have to move to the next city. BUT the costs is not that high. I bought vip pass for LP once and I had to work 3 months to save enough for it. And I was still living at my parents'!

The merch is high quality, they make new pieces every time.... that's their way to get real cash guys. During a tour you have to pay tons of shit: the venue, flights, hotels, your crew. And you pay in advance most of the time. I don't think they are rich bitches rn. They are doing fine probably but still many of them lives with friends. Having flatmates is many time a signal that you can't afford Ronnie Radke house in Paradise Palisades.

I heard that they weren't really nice during the set in Canada. Maybe Montreal or Toronto. Someone felt bad, someone dropped a surfer I don't know. I didn't follow this I here for dirty smutty ff. If I want to see them play I have tiktok. By the way you have to know that most of the time you can't see shit from stage. Because you have lights in your face pointing your eyes. So probably noah just say a crow surfer falling and thought 'here we go again, this people has no fucking etiquette', and he left the stage. Or maybe who owned the venue asked them to do so in case of emergency.

BTW there is no fucking etiquette at their concerts. I stand with him if he's pissed off about that. It's not that hard to understand that you have to stay at the sides if you're not used to metal shows or you don't want to be pushed. Other people is ruining your experience or maybe its simply not for you. I grew up in the moshpit and that's how we like our shit. We have no time for filming or make tiktoks, we live the moment (we, people who like metal music, I'm not gatekeeping. If you wanna learn how to survive the pit and enjoy the experience just message me.)

So, to sum up.

My point is that every one of us has that friend that was a dick with one or more girls we still love him because we know that he's a weirdo an not a bad person.

My advice is stop being obsessed with Noah and just enjoy his work. You dont know him, you cant tell. Don't believe everything, stories are getting bigger and bigger everytime their are told, and think about the fact that straight guys are mostly jerks. They take more time to mature and act like adults. We know that Noah is in therapy now, he open up about it, so he is aware that he is not perfect.

BECAUSE HE IS NOT. HE IS A HUMAN BEING AND HUMANS MAKE MISTAKES.

That's it.

I don't want to fuel fights as well but please stop being ridiculous and acting like he is insulting you personally. It's fine to be delululu but your pushing the limits.

Peace and love.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #metal show #mosh pit

[thedevilsoftruth]

Hide & Go Kill ♡ M. Spector x Afab Reader

" It's almost time to play, It's time to be afraid. Oh god, I'm ready now, You're almost ready now. I'm gonna love you now. I'm gonna put you down. "

Summary: You knew loving Marc was going to be a bad idea. He was a good man to you until he stopped taking his medication and started to become deranged. You left him years ago, moved 6 states away from him, and forgot about him. Until he returned to you once again 4 years later.

Warning: Dead Dove, Dont Eat!! ( if you dont like it, dont read it. ) rape, knife play, Marc is ( obviously ) a sadist, sensory deprivation, rage/hate fucking.

Notes: this was a writing practice. I haven't really written anything like this before, so I'm sorry if it's a bit sloppy. Someone needs to take Slipknot away from me before I go crazy 😭

Silence. There was nothing but silence. Silence that didn't make your anxiety go away in the slightest. Silence that drove fear into your heart, knowing that he was there, knowing that he would find you. You doubted that he would give up on you. You saw him slaughter everyone in your restaurant. You saw him look at you as you escaped. You saw the deranged look in his eyes as he watched as you fled out of the room. No matter what you did or where you went, he would find you. That was something he was sure of.

There weren't a lot of places to hide in a restaurant. Hiding in a closet was a cliché, but hiding In a cabinet in the kitchen was even worse. You were setting yourself up for failure since the beginning, coming in there. You could have easily taken the back door and jumped over the fence to the restaurant next door. And now, he was there. You could feel it. You could hear his labored breath and his heavy footsteps as he wandered the kitchen. You could see through the cracks of the cabinet his angry attempts at finding you by throwing every cabinet door open. And it didn't help that he was nearby. He was going to find you. He was going to take you and break you. Just like he promised the day you left him.

Without a doubt, it was him. You thought he was a thing of the past. Gone. Vanished. Something that couldn't--wouldn't come back for you. Four years ago, you moved 6 states away from him, without him knowing. There was no way that he would find you. You were sure of it when you moved. And yet here he was, back for you. Back to love you. Back to show you what you did to him.

You knew it was over. He was whistling joyfully, kicking open the second cabinet to your left as if it were a fun game. And to him, it was. He was enjoying trying to find you. You could feel a cold tear run down your sweaty, pink cheek. He kicked one last cabinet open, and then, for a moment, there was silence. You hoped he was finally going away, but he was far from away. He was right there, right beside you.

" Found you. "

The light from the kitchen slowly peeked into the cabinet you hid in as he opened the door. It was him. Your suspicious were correct. He was back. Back to give you more pain as if he already didn't do so much to you. Back to show you how much he missed you.

" No, no, no, no, no! S-stay away! " You shouted, putting your hand out in front of you as if he'd get the hint and go away. He scrunched his face in anger and reached his hand out for your scalp, forcing you out of your hiding space. He was quick to lock your arms behind your back and put his arm around your neck once you rose to your feet. Your fight or flight response kicked in, and you were squrimming as hard as you could, trying to get yourself away from him, but he was too strong. He was suffocating you, stripping you away of any oxygen you had in your lungs as he dragged you out of the kitchen. Whatever he was going to do, you knew it was bad. So you did the only thing that came to mind, and you parted your lips and bit down on his forearm as hard as you could, inflicting a loud grunt out of him. His hold on you slightly relaxed a bit, and you took it as an opportunity to try and writh away from him again. But still, he was still too strong, and he threw you against the wall in the hallway. He flipped you so that you were facing him, and he covered your mouth with his hand, preventing you from uttering a single word.

" Here's the thing, little girl, you're not going anywhere. " He said through a dark laugh, grinning evilly. You could feel cold tears polling down your eyes, soaking his hand over your mouth.

" And if you do try to escape me, which you won't.. " He started, swiping his white blazer behind his hand to disconnect a small, creasent shaped blade from its magnetic source on his white, leather belt. Your breath hitched in fear as he showed you the tiny blade, twirling it around in his gloved fingers.

" I will hurt you. " He warned in a low voice, dragging the blade across your neck and down to your chest. You shivered at the contact of the cold metal on your skin, your bottom lip quivering under his skin. He lifted your ahirt up with the creasent blade, grazing your skin with its sharp edges ever so lighty as he exposed your skin. His hand was starting to get sweaty over your hot breath, and he took notice of it and withdrew his hand from

" Understand? " He whispered into your ear, using his free hand to trail a gloved finger down your side. You whimpered, shaking your head, your tears starting to come out harder. Your soft sobbing, pants for air, and whimpers were only feeding his fire of desire that was growing by the second. When he was met with nothing but your silence, he growled angrily in your ear and shoved you into the wall.

" Do you fucking understand me?! " he hissed in your ear, forcing you to nod your head in response quickly. He chuckled darkly to your response, and picked you up by your thighs. Panic immediately rose in you, and you began kicking and hitting him again to try and get him off you, but nothing seemed to faze him.

" Let go of me, please. " You sobbed out to him as he walked off into the main dining area of the restaurant. As much as he enjoyed hearing you cry for his remorse, as much as he wanted you to scream as loud as he could make you, he was afraid somebody would hear you and would call the police. He was already on the run and couldn't be found. So he slammed you down on the counter that people would pay for their food on, took off a glove, and shoved it into your mouth. He took off his tie and tied your wrists together above your head and bonded it against a pole that heald together a screwed in mini shelf on the counter.

" There we go. You're ready for me now. " He whispered through a devilish smile, running his hands all over your sides before moving them to his belt. You knew what was coming to you next, and you didn't know what else to do, so you screamed. You screamed as loud as you could in hopes that anyone would hear you. He frowned at you.

" Oh, baby. Are we really doing this? Dont make me hurt you. " He threatened, talking to you in a strong voice but also tenderly as if you were a child, and he was telling you not to go dancing in the rain. Your screaming immediately stopped at his threat, the fear of him doing something bad to you, burning into your mind.

" You don't know how much I've missed you. " He cooed, unzipping his pants and taking his belt out of the belt loops of his pants. He reached hnder your skirt and pulled down your black, lacey panties, making you strangely remembered the times when he would bring you into bed with him, and you'd spend the next morning having him massage you because you were so sore from his lovemaking. But this, this was not " making love. " This was evil. Pure evil.

" I bet you missed me, didn't you, baby? " He asked breathlessly, letting his pants pool to his feet before he entered you harshly without warning. You jerked your legs and squealed at the unexpected contact, feeling your walls stretch around him agonizingly. The more you whimpered or screamed, the more his ungodly lechery grew. He wanted to see you in pain. You deserved it after all. After calling him crazy, after throwing a vase at him when he wouldn't leave your house, after all of the hurtful things you told him, you deserved a punishment. And not one that you would enjoy. Hearing you in pain was letting him know that he was succeeding in his goal at destroying you.

" Here's the thing, baby. I'm going to tear you down to the lowest a woman can go. " He snarled, grabbing your scalp as he pumped unwanted, semi-fast thursts into your displeased core.

" I'm going to ruin you, make you hurt. You are my disease, and the cure is damaging you. " He rasped out, making sure every single inch of you was violated in his wake. Your sobs were muffled under his tie, but your tears were soaking your face, mingling with your sweat and making your hair stick to your face a bit. He leaned down and buried his face into your neck, kissing your pulse point before biting down on it gently. His hand grasped your breast, his thumb brushinh over your nipple and inflicting a tiny, low whimper from you.

" Please, s-stop. " he could barely make out what you said through your muffled voice and loud sobs. He gave you a fake pout and took the tie out of your mouth.

" What was that baby? Couldn't hear you. "

" Stop. Please stop. " You begged, too much saliva building up In your throat and making your words sound more like a gurgle. And oh, boy, did his cock twitch In response to that. His lips curled into a wicked smirk, his eyes dark with desire.

" Why would I stop? We've just gotten started. Now let me hear you scream. Scream for me, lover. Scream. " He commanded, his face and voice controting with nothing but pure hatred and rage. The pacing of his thrusts got faster, angrier, more painful, inflicting a loud scream of agony out of you. And scream, you did. If he was allowing you to scream, you would scream. But not becuase he asked you to. Becuase you wanted to. You needed for somebody to hear you. And maybe that fear of being caught was something he wanted. No, it was exactly what he wanted. It was his entire reason for taking the tie out of your mouth and he knew it. Your core felt like it was on fire, his thick, leaking cock being the only providing source of lubrication.

" Stop! " You chanted, hoping, praying someone would hear. He heard you plain as day, and although he heard you, he was not taking your message into account. The message he was getting was, " Keep going " so he kept going. He kept driving in and out of you forcefully, somehow getting faster by the second. He hated you. He hated you as much as he hated himself. If he was going to hell, he wanted to drag you down with him. He wanted to tear you apart and use you over and over again. Just like how you tore his heart apart.

" So fucking good. So fucking tight. I'm gonna fill this tiny little hole up, and you're gonna fucking take it like the good girl you are. " He said through clenched teeth, curling a fist into your scalp and slamming your head down into the table. Your throat was beginning to burn and feel sore, your body becoming numb under his violation, so you stopped screaming. You let your eyelids flutter close, and the only sounds coming out of you were the tiny, Involuntary sounds of pain escaping your lips. He took notice of your lack of responding, so he grabbed a creasent blade from his belt and and drew a long line of blood across your thigh, making you scream out in torture, louder than ever before. He quickly covered your mouth to muffle your screams, taking notice of how loud they got.

" Take it. Take it, y/n. Fucking take it. " He grunted, his thrusts finally slowing down as he pumped thick, hot ropes of his spend into your warm cunt. But his ears picked up on something exciting, police sirens.

This was the fun part.

Without warning, he pulled out, his seed already spilling out of your sore pussy. You were crying softly again, and he hushed you immediately. He leaned over and gave you a kiss. But you did not kiss back, and the kiss was anything but intimate. He bit down hard on your lip until it bled, and when it did, he licked it away. He pulled away, and striked your face hard.

" I want you to remember me, little girl. But I'm afraid I have to leave. " He said, pulling up his pants and putting his belt back on. He untied you and put his now sopping wet glove into his back pocket.

" Go. Get out of here. And present my gift to you to them nicely. Jake put a lot of work into finding you. " And with those final words, he was gone. Vanishing away from your life once again.

#marvel #moon knight #marvel cinematic universe #marc spector #marvel mcu #jake lockley #steven grant #moon knight comics #marvel comics #marvel smut #comic moon knight smut #comic marc spector smut #marc spector smut #marc spector fanfiction #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant smut #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockley smut #moon knight smut #mcu #mcu smut #marvel 616 #earth 616 #uni: 616

[in-death-we-fall]

The full monty on Slipknot’s pint-sized drum demon Joey Jordison

Kerrang #796 April 8 2000

“Oasis suck dick and we want to fight them…”

(google docs link)

What is your nickname and why?

“Superball. Because one time we played this terrible show and I was so angry that I was bouncing around the room. It had to be seen to be believed. Dude, I was so fucking mental I could have given Michael Jordan a run for his money.”

At school, were you a dunce or a teacher’s pet? “More of a pet, because there was this one teacher that I had a real crush on and I’d always drop my pencil to look up her skirt. I got decent grades, but I mostly hung out by my locker with my headphones on. I hung out with nobody – I was really introverted.”

What was your first shag like? “The girl was 14, I was 17. She was mental. I go over to her house and she starts throwing shit at me while cranking Madonna out of the stereo. She turns out the light and throws a rubber at me, which hits me on the forehead, and then she goes, ‘Now it’s time’. The thing is, she had a broken leg and I’m trying to get her pants off like a moron. I get in there, do three or four strokes, blow my load and say, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this’. I pull out, leave her standing there with her gimp leg, walk home with the condom on, clean it out with water, and let out the biggest scream of victory you’ve ever heard. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I fucked a charity case.”

Who’s your best friend? “My Mom. She’s always supported me from day one.”

What’s the best pet you’ve ever had? “I had a tom-cat that liked to fight dogs and he always came out a bloody mess: trails of blood through the house, tail ripped to shreds. I called him Not My Cat. He ruled. I used to dress him up, hang cigarettes from his mouth, crazy shit.”

Have you ever been arrested? “No, but next time I go to Australia I probably will be.”

What would you be if you weren’t a rock star? “I’d be trying to get as close to the stage as possible by being a drum tech or sound man.”

How would you describe yourself on a blind date form? “I’m cheap!”

What’s the most extravagant thing you’ve ever bought? “My car, but that wasn’t very expensive. It’s a 1990 two-door red Chevy Blazer.”

Who’s gagging for a shagging? “Fiona Apple. I’m completely and utterly obsessed with her. I met her once and she flirted with me. I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, she definitely flirted with me.”

Who’s gagging for a smacking? “Fiona Apple on her ass when I’m doggy-styling her.”

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? “I’ve never really had one. I’m in one of the finest bands ever.”

When did you last call home? “We haven’t been on tour long, so I haven’t called home yet.”

What was your most embarrassing moment? “Once in grade school, we were watching a movie with the lights out and I puked all over my desk. I was so freaked out that I tried to scoop it all up in my arms. It ruled, though, because it caused a ‘vomitory’ – three or four other people puked.”

Who would you least like to see naked? “My tour manager Danny. It might turn him on.”

What’s the best rumour you’ve ever heard about yourself? “That it was me who got Rayna from Coal Chamber pregnant. It was all over the Internet at one point. I’ve never even met her.”

What’s in your wallet right now? “A credit card, Kiss plectrums from when I met them, keys to these handcuffs that I got for the chicks, and a rubber.”

What’s your favourite joke? “Oasis. Those guys suck dick and we want to fight them.”

If you were marooned on a desert island without food, which member of Slipknot would you choose to eat first? “Chris (Fehn, percussionist), because he eats the most.”

Which Slipknot song would you choose to donate to a compilation album called ‘Crap Songs Of Our Time’? “None of them. Zero.”

What’s your drug of choice? “I don’t do drugs. Caffeine, I guess.”

What does God look like? “He’s the guy with the beard and the white robe. Or he looks like Kiss.”

When you die, how would you like to go? “While slamming at the drum kit or doing Fiona Apple.”

Words: Ben Myers

#the sheer psychic damage of it all #joey jordison #slipknot #interview #kerrang april 8 00 #lemme know if you want anything else from this scanned

[mlmxreader]

Big Brother Keegan | platonic!Keegan P Russ x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "You're a softie, really" keegan russ & familial m!reader pls

summary: Keegan hates your fucking guts, but he does love you... kind of.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence

Keegan loathed you. He absolutely despised and hated you with every fibre of his being, but if someone were to so much as look at you the wrong way, he wouldn’t hesitate to cause them such woe and agony and misery that it would make anyone wince and ask if it was a bit too much; he supposed, though, that’s why the other Ghosts teased him about being your adopted big brother. He loathed you so much that if you even hinted at being upset, he would immediately try to find out who had caused it, and make them suffer; only he was allowed to bully you, no one else, and he made that more than known. Even the other Ghosts didn’t try to so much as playfully bully you, as they didn’t want to face Keegan losing his temper with them. No matter what, big brother Keegan was always there to save you; whether you were too smart for your own good and had gotten yourself into shit, too ambitious and rambunctious and ending up in a situation you weren’t prepared for, or simply because you refused to slow down, refused to back down; big brother Keegan was always there to pull your ass out of the fire, with only mild complaints about it. Big brother Keegan, always there to pull his little SAS brother out of any shit that tried to coat him. 

It wasn’t even that Keegan doubted your skills, not really, as he knew fully well that you were probably more qualified in most aspects than he could even dream of being; with the SAS training under your belt, your CV probably looked a lot better than his, both in the practical and theoretical elements - but Keegan couldn’t help it. You were younger than he was, you had not seen half of the shit that he had, and he felt like it was his responsibility to keep an eye on you, to protect you and to make sure that most of the shit coated him, not you. After all, there were enough thick stains on his hands now that a few more wouldn’t matter much. It probably wouldn’t even look any different, anyway. He knew he could never save you, never make you turn around and go home and forget ever joining the military in the first place, so the best he could do was to keep an eye on you, make sure you didn’t kill yourself to see too much; soldiers who saw too much always ended up in a bad way, Keegan knew that, had seen it enough times in person to know it, too. If he could just protect you even a little, shield you from the horrors of the frontlines, maybe it was all worth it. Maybe you would be okay in the end. 

It was late, slowly starting to creep near two o’clock in the morning, and Keegan was waiting impatiently for you to fall asleep as he sat in your room, his back against the door and his knees pulled up, resting his arms on them as he let his mask dangle around his neck; the sound of ‘It’s Still Rock and Roll To Me’ by Billy Joel was surprisingly welcome, although Keegan knew why. An afternoon of sitting around listening to Slipknot, Cannibal Corpse, Lorna Shore, Rammstein, Sabaton - he was glad that you had calmed down enough to put on some Billy Joel. He watched you crack open another can of Red Bull, his eyes going wide with worry when you chugged it down as if it was nothing short of water. 

“How the fuck do you drink so much of that piss?”

You shrugged, holding the empty can in your hand as you searched for your cigarettes. “Built differently to you, I guess… where’s my baccy?”

Keegan gestured to the vanity beside the wardrobe, the light grey drawers which, on top of them, always had your tobacco resting there; he knew you too well to even think twice about it. “You shouldn’t smoke - you’ll destroy your lungs and won’t be able to talk and- actually, nevermind, smoke the entire packet.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you grinned, rolling yourself a cigarette. “You’re just jealous that I bet your record today… and that I won the little game you lot had going on.”

“I’m really not,” Keegan murmured, shaking his head as he leaned his head back, making contact with the door as he closed his eyes and sighed. You were so fucking annoying, he was starting to get a headache. “Nobody tried to be mean to you about it, though, did they?”

“Nah,” you shook your head, rolling a second cigarette and throwing it his way as you smiled. “They’re too scared of you, they think if they so much as tease me, you’ll shoot their fuckin’ faces right in.”

He looked at you, lighting the cigarette as he raised a brow, but said nothing to disprove those thoughts; it was the case, after all, that only he was given the privilege of being able to bully you. He might not have shot them right in the face, but if anyone did try and bully you, he would make them regret such a thing immediately. 

“You’re a softie, really, Russ,” you started, “why you constantly try and act all tough and hard, I dunno - you’re just a softie.”

“Shut it,” he warned, his voice a mere growl. “Or I will make you shut up. Permanently.”

You laughed, lighting your cigarette and taking a long drag as you looked at him for a moment; if there was anything you loved these days, anything that you couldn’t live without, it was annoying Keegan. Getting him riled up was your favourite hobby, getting him to lose his temper was your favourite time of day, goading him into screaming and shouting at you was your favourite pastime. You loved to push his buttons, to stir the pot and to get on his wick, and he fucking knew it - but would let you get away with it every fucking time, solely because he knew, he knew you were his little brother, and although you did absolutely make him wish he could shoot you at least several times a day, he would have killed for you in a heartbeat, too. 

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IM WAITING FOR THE PUNISHMENT, I KNOW ITS ON MY WAY | vampire!wilbur

~3k words / hey hey hey. so ahah. yeah. @l0veb0mb1ng keeps dropping bangers and they have good vampire fics so I couldn't help myself! blame her! anyways. hope yall enjoy!

[You get a little too invested in the murders happening around the city and get introduced to the phrase: fuck around and find out. Wilbur happened to be the person to save you. And he's kind of a vampire. Roll the tapes.]

Nothing makes sense in this fic, I am so sorry but the title is from Custer by Slipknot. I'll do a part 2 <//3

When one pictures their ideal death, it usually involves passing on during their sleep or perhaps something just as kind, maybe old age.

All this to say this is not what you pictured for yourself.

Curled up, in someone else's arms, a half-stranger, cradling your body as the two of you put pressure on the wound in your neck. You can hardly speak, struggling to even breathe, and all you can see is this man, speaking to you and you're hearing none of it. And after considering everything, yes you don't want to die… but dying in his arms seems nice.

A very handsome man, with brown, wispy, curling hair into his eyes as he looked over you, around you as he tried to find anything that could help. There was nothing. And you liked the way his eyes were red, despite knowing why they're red. His smile, you remember, had been the prettiest thing you'd ever have the pleasure to see.

"Wil-" you choke on the blood on your mouth, trying to speak, and his hands shake as they press harder on your neck and he shushes you, every part of him shaking even with the weight of your body in his lap.

"It's okay, you're gonna make it out of here, the ambulance-" and you lift a trembling hand to graze his cheek. It leaves a streak of blood on his cheek by his mouth.

"Smi- le. P-p-... please." And the two of you hear the sirens already, and his eyes flicker between the street and your face. And he chokes on air he doesn't need before flashing a small smile.

"You're going to make it out of here, I swear. You'll make it." He kept repeating it even as you felt the ache, the pain in your neck dull. Before you could realize it, you're being placed on the ground, gently as he could and without the added pressure from him, you gasp and gag on the flowing blood. But it doesn't last long, bright lights show and people slide into your blurring vision.

For better or for worse, you close your eyes and let them deal with it. Sleep tempts you enough to listen.

***

Blinking your eyes awake, you tilt your head to the side to see the monitoring equipment and the IV attached to your arm. You swallow, with an extremely dry throat you notice, and look away. You've always had a weak stomach when it comes to these things. Looking around as much as you could though, there's no one in the room. Your eyes trail to the door with the window and open blinds and people pass by every few seconds. Nobody opens the door.

You sigh, not that you really expected someone but… the last thing, the very last thing you remember, is the smiling face of a truly beautiful man. The thought of it, separated with the choking on your own blood part, still makes you feel warm.

The table beside you has your things on it, your phone and your keys. And a bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase, the prettiest you'd seen. You recognize tulips and carnations but nothing else. Still the white and blue flowers are pretty and thoughtful.

No tag on them to show who the flowers were from. Frowning, you take your phone, groaning for a second as you reach with a weak arm. Leaning back into the bed out of breath, the phone lays on your stomach, the cold screen apparent through the thin sheets.

When you catch your breath, you're quick to unlock the phone, going straight to your call log. There's a missed call from your boss and then there's your aunt in town, but there's one call that makes your eyebrows raise up.

It's a phone number you don't recognize, but checking the text messages, it seems like you did know him. Or, were going to know him. And then it all comes back to you.

Meeting him at night, having information about these strange killings in your part of the city, and then after a week of this, being attacked. Not by him. Something else entirely. And he'd tried his best to call the ambulance, let them know of your location and held tight to make sure you made it till then. At least you think. (And if you think hard enough, you remember part of his name. Will, maybe.)

The last thing you truly do remember is his smile and the warmth it brought you even when touching him made you shiver and the cold ground still sink into your bones, even now in this hospital, you could feel it.

The door opens and a doctor walks in.

He explains you lost a lot of blood, that they managed to get to you in time and that if they were a minute late, you wouldn't have been here. But then he explains that you've got a patch on your neck, that despite losing so much blood, it didn't even need stitches. ("It was… strange.")

When you asked about the flowers, he hums and scratches his beard, "I think I saw a guy deliver them to your room but other than that, I don't know I'm sorry." You mumble your thanks, sinking into your bed before the nurse comes back in and you ask for another blanket.

They let you out after twenty-four hours, and you make it home in time to see… nothing has changed.

Everything was exactly as you left it.

Which also meant the dinner you were in the middle of eating was still there. You grimace, throwing the whole plate away as you move through your apartment. Nothing had been out of place.

Tapping your fingers against your folded arms, you think absently about the wound. About how you asked if he could anything, from that night, and he froze, it was for a split second but he froze. And then he shook his head, stopping and cutting himself off every few words. But it sounded mostly like he couldn't do it. Like it would hurt him. And hey, modern medicine has its wonders, so you're not too upset.

But that night when you go to peel the bandage back after getting completely undressed to shower, your breath is stolen completely. There is hardly a wound, sign that a wound was ever there in the first place. There's two tiny dots, dragged down in a jagged line, but they're mostly scars. Fresh, and still tender when you graze over it with a finger, but still. Scars.

It made you wonder.

Whatever he did, he didn't make you into something like him. That much was obvious. The hospital food had left you hungry for real food, but the food was still things like a sandwich or a box of donuts, things like that. Nothing like whatever made him hungry.

So, scrubbing your skin off of any dirt, you get out, and dry as fast as you can. Throwing on shorts and a hoodie, you sit in the middle of your bed, arms wrapped around your legs as you dialed the phone number to this man.

He doesn't answer. And he doesn't answer the second call, and that's when you leave the voicemail. "Hey, um, Will, is that right? I- it doesn't matter, or it's not that urgent but it matters to me but I need you to call me? Or something because I'm seriously freaking out and something's wrong. Please call me back." You've never felt more pathetic in that moment but what could you afford to lose?

Dignity means nothing to you right now and as you pad to your kitchen to eat, you just knew you needed answers. Leaving your phone on the bed just in case because if he calls, and you know it's a bad time to be petty, you want him to feel just a little desperate like you did. Enough to call you a second time.

And when you come out of the kitchen after eating the leftover soup in the fridge, you see your phone has one missed call. And nothing else. Not even a voicemail.

You wonder if you should call him back when you hear frantic banging on your door. Glancing at your phone one last time, you manage to convince yourself that it couldn't possibly be him. It's way too soon, there's no way he lives close by and when did you ever give him your address?

The frantic banging didn't stop until you slide the lock off the door and opened it, and your mouth gaped open at seeing him. Him.

"I-" you stammer, struggling to form a thought. "I called you like four minutes ago, how-" he waves his hand and stops you from talking again.

"Will you let me in? And show me what's wrong?" His voice pleads with you and you bite down on your lip, chewing as you contemplated it for a second. It is why you called him, after all.

Letting him in, you lock the door behind him and show him to the couch. He doesn't sit but you're too bothered to care about it, you sit with your legs tucked under you.

"I want to start by saying I don't exactly remember everything that night, just that I was supposed to meet you and when I did, I got attacked and I- I almost died."

("Hey, hey, stay with me, you're going to be okay. Y- you're going to make it, just- just listen to my voice okay?" His voice shakes in your memory. And you have to pull all of your strength together to stay focus, even with all the blood leaving and choking and the hot, blinding pain in your neck.)

He doesn't move but you can see the flashes of emotion on his face.

"And- and when I got home and went to take a shower, it's just. Well, look." You stuttered through the beginning, breath catching in your throat as you thought about it and when you pulled the jacket down enough, just to show the scars, he stiffened. "And I wanted to know if you did anything to me- if you tried to heal me, even a little bit-" and he shakes his head, turning away and to the window. He stands by it and yeah, you look at his hands, they're closed and shaking with how hard he's clenching them.

"I told you at the beginning, there are going to be risks, looking into this." And he turns around, face definitely angry and frustrated. He can't cry, and it's not a thing of refusing to, no you can see them building in his eyes and they just won't fall. "If I tried to save you the way I was, you would have rathered me to kill you by now." And he starts pacing.

You look down at the ground, not feeling an ounce of guilt or regret. You know the truth of those murders, first hand. You know what's killing them and that's more than what the public knows. But it almost killed you.

"You have to drop it." He speaks.

And automatically, you refused, "no." You didn't even want to entertain what he wanted you to do.

"Either you stop looking into this or you die. It's as simple as that." He says, moving away from the window and towards you.

"The people need to know they're not safe-"

"-they already know!" He shouts, stopping four steps away from you. He digs his palms into his eyes, "five people have died the same exact way and nobody has been caught. People already know they're not safe. And if you tell them what, a fucking blood-sucking demon is the person behind it, they'll never believe you. And then you'll still get killed just like everyone else." He drops the palms from his hands and then steps closer, and despite being so frustrated and scared, your heart beats harder at being so close to him.

"You almost died already, just please stop." His hands hover over your neck and face, close enough to feel the chill of his cold skin.

"I can't stop. The people who died-" "-they're already dead, there's nothing you can do for them." And he steps away and when you watch him, he releases a breath he doesn't need. He turns away and for a moment, things are quiet.

And thinking real quick, to the moment where he stood so close and stared you in the eye like you staying alive mattered more than the justice these people deserved- you recall the dark irises. Nothing like the red color before.

"You're hungry." You state, and his shoulders tense up. "Why?"

"Trying to lose weight, it doesn't matter. That's not what I'm here for." He refuses to turn around.

"It- I just- there's still one thing that I'm confused about." He doesn't say anything as you stand up, moving closer to him. "I was bleeding out, I was right there. It would've been easy to-"

"To kill you?" He turns around and the both of you freeze at how close the other is, despite him being far more aware of it. And yes, that's what you want to know. He was right there, the same kind of creature that's killing your city's people, holding your bleeding body and you were right there.

"It would've been easy," you say, and his eyes dart to your face. He searches your eyes for something you can't describe.

"It wasn't." He said in the end and then backed up, backs away from you, holding his breath again. "Stop trying to be a hero and lay low for a while." And then he slammed the door on his way out.

***

It's one thing, to be told to stop being a hero, it's another to follow through with the advice. It's not like you wanted to die, far from it. But knowing what you know, you couldn't just let everyone fend for themselves against a feral vampire.

Not to mention, you're not going to listen to someone be cryptic, be the prettiest man you've ever met, and then leave you alone to make stupid decisions.

So right now, you've been following whispers and half-true rumors about this guy. It leads you all the way to this house. Right on the corner and in the middle of a neighborhood. You wonder if that's by choice for a second before wandering inside, quiet as you could with creaking floorboards. Not to mention, the door was already unlocked and swinging in the wind.

Not a good sign.

The inside was in a worse state. Things toppled over, blood splattered every imaginable surface. Bodies littered the floor. It was harder to hold the bile in as you followed the trail of chaos up the stairs, following the noise. As soon as you reach the top of the stairwell, you hear Will's voice and your heart beats a little faster. What the fuck is he doing here? And after a few whispered words, you heard vile things.

Limbs torn, flesh bitten off. Awful stuff and by the time you can even think of moving your feet because was that Will? Did he just die? You see something tossed across the hallway and seconds later, Will walks into your line of sight. He is just covered in blood. It's smeared around his mouth, coating his hands and it's seeping into his clothes. His hair caught some of it but in all honesty, he looked every bit of monster he claimed to be.

And you couldn't feel more relieved to see him.

"Oh thank fucking- you're alive." You feel your shoulders drop and you run up the stairs, just close enough to wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your forehead against his chest, standing on the lower step. You make a point to ignore the blood.

His hands slowly come up to rest on your shoulders, pushing you away enough to give him space. Enough space to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. His eyes are wide, wild and completely red. Brighter than anything.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice drops in pitch and it's almost a growl with the way he speaks so low. And shit, you were supposed to stay low, weren't you?

"I caught wind of the guy being here and I was just-" your words get caught off as you watch him move, his hands dragging blood across skin and clothing, wrapping themselves around your throat in a delicate motion before pushing you against the wall, still on the stairs.

"Yeah, he's dead. Made sure of it." Your eyes, previously focused on his face, dashed to look at the dead body's direction but he clicked his tongue, lifting a finger to nudge your face back towards him. "Eyes on me." And something about him, probably knowing he's a monster, covered in blood, right after killing the man you've been tracking down, makes his gentle touch feel even softer.

He groans, leaning his nose into your hair and inhaling, and he nearly covers you in his body with how close he is. "Can feel your heartbeat under my hands, it beats so fast. Thinking about me?"

And you know your heart beat even faster, knowing he could hear it, feel it. "Are you gonna kill me this time?" You ask, because this is a strangely ill-fitting position to kill someone. Because you want him to be this close because…

"Oh, I don't want to kill you- maybe get a taste of you but," he moans into your hair, a hand leaving to press against the wall beside your head, "no, no. Want you alive. Want you begging, squirming underneath me. Need you. Need you so fucking bad" And then he presses even closer, his hips pressing against yours and you can feel him. Feel him hard and twitching beneath blood-soaked clothes. And by then you couldn't keep your hands off of him, coming up to grip his clothes, bite back your whines as he continues to grind you against the wall.

Then, a moment of clarity, you remember you're in a house full of dead bodies. Probably all monsters.

"Take me home, Will, and you can have me," whatever possessed you to say that, you don't know. But he pulls back and as you're about to head downstairs, he presses a hand against the back of your head, pulling you close to him as he kisses you. Hard with teeth clacking against each other, nipping at your lip before pulling away. Listening to you pant against his mouth.

"Hold on," he whispers against your lips, stealing another kiss before wrapping your arms and legs around him and all you can think as the world blurs around you is how lucky you are you aren't dead. Strange thing to say before you get fucked into the next week by someone who is probably legally dead- after he just slaughtered a house full of monsters- quite the strange thing to say.

But still. You're lucky. You're alive, and you're starting to think you might like this guy.

Strange things indeed.

#wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #c: wilbur soot #au: vampire #vampire wilbur #tw: gore

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basic info:

▪︎ My name is Danilo ( Daniel / Danil occasionally). I'm 16years old and I'm a communist . I am Italian but I can speak English fluently (I also know a little French , Spanish , Portuguese , German, Russian and Polish ) .

Interests: Mainly True Crime (I don't express my opinion on their actions) , movies (horror/thriller especially), TV shows or media from the 80s - 90s and early 2000s up to 2012 , metal , Cry of Fear , Pokemon , the Sonic franchise, the Super Mario franchise , Doom , Postal , CoD , Lain , Evangelion, Madoka Magica , + other interests I don't remember ...(I have a shitty memory).

Music / Band ; SOAD , Slipknot, Slayer, Metallica, Linkin park, Lifelover ,Kittie , Korn , Venom ,Sevendust , Papa roach, Limp Bizkit, Sepultura, Anthrax , Iron Maiden, Judas Priest , Megadeath, Rob zombie , KMFDM, Rammstein, Mudvayne , Type O Negative, Godsmack ,Nine Inch Nails , Disturbed , Static-X, Mushroomhead , Evanescence , Skillet , Chimaira, Soil, Dope , From zero , Vein.fm , Death , Acid Bath , Dystopia , P.O.D ,Murderdolls ,Exodus, Taproot, Ill niño, TOOL, Alice in chains , Incubus , Skindread , Flaw , Powerman 5000 , Deadlife , Psychonaut 4 , DIO, Deftones + others.

More info :; if you are a Nazi / fascist / someone with right-wing ideologies please go fuck yourself and don't come back to this blog, thanks. Same thing goes for racists, homophobes, sexists and any other person with shitty ideologies/thoughts .

There is probably a very high possibility that I will post/re-blogging very questionable things (mostly about eating disorders), so if you are sensitive to these types of topics you are free to leave the blog.

ok I think I'm done with this. goodbye ,for now, from your trusted communist :D

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》☆Proxy Info!☆《

Sooo because I felt like dumping all of my brainrot in one place I'm gonna talk about the personalities of some of the creeps in my au!

Sorry in advance for how long these are, I put em under the cut so you can save yourself the scrolling.

(Links to images in titles and dividers by this person!)

》☆Jeff the Killer☆《

Basic info:

Full name: Jeffrey Hodek Woods

Age: 21

Pronouns: he/him (according to him, "I dunno, the guy ones I guess?")

Gender identity: Male

Orientations: Bisexual, demiromantic (openly bi but doesn't know what being demiromantic is)

Height: 6'0"

Likes: Slipknot, spicy food, dogs (cats too but only sometimes), horror and action movies, cartoons from his childhood, being annoying on purpose, working out.

Dislikes: Being touched without asking, complete silence, people with all bark and no bite, weird smells (especially strong chemical smells).

Extra: Jeff is Italian-American, as an homage to the original Jeff Hodek :>

Personality info:

Due to a rough childhood AND generally just being pretty fucked over by life, Jeff has a habit of acting reallyyyy tough and cocky. He doesn't like to sugarcoat things often, so he sometimes comes off as overly blunt.

He carries himself as a very confident guy, someone who will usually say what's on his mind whether people like it or not. This doesn't NECESSARILY mean he's a bully about it, but it doesn't mean he's always thinking about the nicest way to phrase things. Obviously this means he'll often speak his mind when it's COMPLETELY not a good idea, and he will often be stubborn about standing his ground.

He can have strong opinions on things, just for the sake of having strong opinions. He will die on a hill just to prove himself right. The Operator kinda fucking hates him honestly dgjudgdgiohf

Despite his brazen nature, he can be fairly friendly and fun to be around once you get to know him. He's spontaneous and very passionate when he gets into the spirit of something. When he sets his mind so something he goes barreling for it at full speed.

He's also INCREDIBLY loyal, like if he's decided he likes someone it'll be hard to make him dislike them. He's got your back, no questions, no caveats. He's kinda like a guard dog when he's friends with someone, like as soon as he hears someone shit-talking them he's ready to fucking throw down.

He's also very smart, quick on his feet with things and has a very good sense of logic. He might not have a specific field he's especially focused in like EJ, but as far as pure logic goes he's one of the smarter proxies in the manor. That's why The Operator bothers to keep him around, because otherwise it'd probably dispose of him just because it finds him annoying 😭😭😭

Appearance info:

Instead of only fire-related burn scars (which he still has a lot of), Jeff also has a lot of chemical burns, and healed scars of varying sizes all over his body. His smile cuts are healed, but are the most obvious cuts on his body. His body/face aren't white, but are instead his natural skin tone (kind of a warm beige, obviously varies in his scars). He also doesn't have a fully reconstructed nose, like he has kind of a bridge but it doesn't look like his original nose.

He's got a kinda sexy biker/emo band member aesthetic going on, like band tees cut into tank tops and black cargo pants are his go-tos. He also likes to wear regular tank tops that fit him snugly because he's a little bit of a show-off and likes to flaunt his muscles. He doesn't usually accessorize way too much, he usually just has a belt and spikey/studded wrist cuffs, probably some leather fingerless gloves too. When he's not wearing a hooded jacket-flannel combo he has a beat up leather jacket on. He obviously wears converse cuz he's emo but also big chunky combat boots that add almost 2 inches to his already towering height. Definition of unnecessary intimidation. He's also got piercings! Both ear and facial ones because he's hot. Definitely some tattoos too.

He has long thick hair that he dyes black (fucking emo I'm telling you) and it has tons of choppy layers that he cuts himself. He usually either keeps it down or throws it up in a ponytail (it looks a little like a big spiky pom-pom :3). He likes to experiment with his hair, he tends to just change his hairstyle on a whim if he's bored (keep him away from the kitchen scissors for the love of god he always uses the worst tools for cutting his hair). His hair tends to just naturally be messy so he doesn't usually put product in it.

As for makeup and nails, he somehow does so little and it enhances so much. All he does is put some black eyeshadow right around his eyes, rubs it around and boom, done. His nails are also painted black usually, and almost always chipped.

》☆BEN Drowned☆《

Basic info:

Full name: Benjamin Jacob Lawman

Age: 14 (does not age past this due to being dead)

Pronouns: he/they ("they is fine too I guess" *secret gender feelings unlocked*)

Gender identity: Male (...? He'll figure it out later)

Orientations: Does not know, does not care ("if someone's hot then they're hot I dunno- can I get back to my minecraft build now?")

Height: 4'2"

Likes: Video games, especially the LoZ games (who would've guessed), anything related to internet horror, hanging out with the older proxies, junk food, EDM, animals, bugs and tardigrades.

Dislikes: Being bossed around, comments about how young he is, valley girl accents, being alone too much, baths and pools.

Extra: Ben wanted to be a limnologist when he was still alive.

Personality info:

Now Ben is a 14 year old boy, not just for a year but for all of eternity as he knows it. He's not exactly gonna be HAPPY about this fact, because he still has some leftover young teenager angst to work through. Part of that angst includes not being taken seriously by everyone else in the manor because he's wayyy younger than everyone else.

To combat this Ben tends to try and copy mannerisms he sees in the "cooler" proxies (mainly Jeff since he's closest with him), so he tends to act sarcastic and snarky when in front of adults.

He's impulsive, especially if how he's perceived by others is on the line, so he's definitely doing dumb shit with the older proxies to make them think he's cool like racing stolen shopping carts or attempting (and failing) to prank The Operator, which just gets him in trouble.

He tends to keep to himself unless he's around people he's friends with, preferring to play video games and not having to interact with people. To him, it's better to just stay inside and distract himself than go out and let people comment on how young he is constantly.

There are parts of him that still remain from when he was alive, though. These traits especially come out around Sally, who he sees as a little sister. He understands how much it sucks to be dead so young, so he doesn't want it to suck as much for her.

He's patient with her if she can't figure out certain things, and tries to explain it in ways she'd understand. He's almost like a teacher in the way he does it, like he starts broad and narrows it down little by little until she gets it. This is how he teaches her things like ecology (one of his favorite science subjects by the way).

He's also good at telling how people are feeling, how people act if they feel certain ways. He's good at recognizing those kinds of patterns, and while he doesn't always openly try to help he tends to do it in more quiet ways. If you receive an anonymous candy bar at your door with a little sticky note on it saying "get better soon, dum-dum" no you didn't.

Also he doesn't mind being made fun of for his height as much as he minds the age thing, and often likes to use it to his advantage by climbing on people if they try to be comedians about it.

Appearance info:

To nobody's surprise, Ben loves the LoZ games, so obviously if he has the ability to cosplay Link all the time every day he's gonna take it. Ghosts can kind of shapeshift in a way if they're in their incorporeal state, so he absolutely goes apeshit. He gave himself the long blonde hair and the big ol elf ears and one of the cool Link outfits, but upon realizing he'd be picked on for his appearance he later he decides to abandon the outfit and switch to "cooler clothes." He also gave himself the bleeding black and red eyes because he thought it looked badass.

Clothing style? 90s teenage dirtbag mixed with gamer bro that hasn't seen the sun in ages. Big baggy pants with a big baggy LoZ shirt and a neutral colored flannel (probably has holes in it) is his default outfit, but also regular sweats and a t-shirt works just fine. Everything he owns is in a desaturated earthy color scheme, especially green because of fucking course. If it's not a variation of green, beige or brown it's probably black because he's gotta subtly let himself cosplay Link if he can't have the full Link outfit. He usually wears converse or vans, and pairs them with the weirdest funky mismatched socks you've ever seen in your life. Usually wears a beanie to compensate for the Link hat but sometimes he feels comfortable enough wearing it around his friends.

His hair is grown out and also kinda messy, but that isn't on purpose he just genuinely doesn't bother styling it most of the time. If he does do something with it it's a half up half down kinda deal, and the ponytail part is very small because some parts of his hair aren't the same lengths (unintentional layering basically). He has bangs and two long framing pieces, always sticking up and sideways every-which-way. Only ever lets Jeff or Nina touch his hair to style it because those two are basically his siblings, plus he knows they won't fuck him up on purpose.

He does let Nina paint his nails and dress him up sometimes but he absolutely does not want ANY makeup on his face....unless Sally is doing it but NOBODY ELSE CAN DO IT.

》☆Toby Rogers☆《

Basic info:

Full name: Toby Erin Rogers

Age: 20

Pronouns: he/they (*Thinks about it for a good 20 seconds as if he's only just considered this now* "Ehhhhhh...yeah- but also no.")

Gender identity: Demigender/demiboy ("Not like a guy, but guy...adjacent, I guess?")

Orientations: Pansexual, panromantic (calls himself gay for the funnies, but also because he is very gay)

Height: 5'8"

Likes: Playing guitar (he plays acoustic guitar specifically), doing dumb shit with his friends, going on walks in the forest, anything midwest emo.

Dislikes: People assuming he's weak/stupid, sudden loud noises, chalk, alcohol, being unable to help people he cares about.

Extra: Toby can fit about two packages worth of peeps in his mouth at once.

Personality info:

Toby has been through SHIT, even before becoming one of the proxies. He's been bullied for shit he couldn't control his whole life and has been isolated from the world just to get away from being constantly ridiculed (not to mention the abuse and death of the only person he could fully trust), so I think he'd actually like being around people that'd understand him in that way.

He's a lot more open around the proxies because at least THESE people could understand feeling outcasted, right? So even though it takes a while (quite a long while, had to learn he could trust the others first), he eventually lets himself be the goofy, impulsive, free kid he never really got to be.

When you get to know him and he knows he can trust you, he's really fucking considerate. Honestly probably the MOST considerate person in The Manor, like as much as he jokes around he genuinely cares deeply about the friends he has and he can be SO sweet. He's also very loyal, a little bit of a guard dog like Jeff but he's just a TINY bit more subtle about it.

He's the FUNNIEST person in the room, like he can make a joke out of almost any situation and he incorporates his awkwardness to enhance the humor. He's definitely gotten a little better about his awkward tendencies since first starting as a proxy, but sometimes he slips up on a social cue or something and he's generally able to be lighthearted about it. He does tend to crack jokes about his tics, especially if they happen with good comedic timing.

But make no mistake, as great as he is, he is so deeply, internally so filled with ready-to-go rage. As soon as his friends are fucked with it's almost like flipping a switch. He IS one of The Operator's top proxies for a reason, and he will show you said reasons. His anger starts quiet, a glare at whoever pissed him off, a tight grip on their shoulder or wrist. From there, if he's provoked further, he's not holding shit back.

He also has deep and complicated issues with trust, to the point that at times he's scared of trusting his own friends. He doesn't like being unable to trust people he cares about, especially since most of them are pretty much his family now. But for him sometimes it's hard not to be paranoid.

When this happens, or he feels any kind of overwhelming emotion, he tends to isolate himself until it passes. His tics tend to get worse when he's feeling a ton of stress, especially his motor tics, so he prefers riding them out in private. As much as the others tend to be perfectly chill about his tics, sometimes he prefers to just be alone if he can help it.

Appearance info:

Toby's still got his cheek gash in this au, but he's also got a bunch of other knicks and bruises from various things. Due to his CIPA he tends to bump into things and not notice if they've left a bruise so after a while he just sees it and goes "??? How'd that get there?" Along with that he's got a lil bit of facial hair, not anything that forms like a beard or mustache but enough to be kinda fuzzy. And BIG dark circles, he does not sleep.

This guy literally has two modes: Literal Marietta Song As A Person, or Slut. No in between. Guy is a walking talking Weezer album, a total Joyce Manor enjoyer. And when he's not that he's all the members of Måneskin at once, for funsies.

No but seriously he does have the aesthetic of literally any image that comes up when you type Midwest Emo on Pinterest most of the time. I'm talking huge grandpa sweaters, sometimes cardigans, earthy colored flannels, t-shirts over long-sleeved shirts, beat up pair of converse (or beat up pair of boots), the works. Similar to Ben, his clothes tend to have earthy tones but definitely incorporate more brown. He also likes to mix it up with orange and dark blue, especially if he has dark blue jeans. A lot of his clothes have patches that he learned to sew on himself (Jane helped him out a little). And any accessories he has are likely things he's gotten from other people, such as a bracelet Sally made or some fingerless gloves Nina doesn't wear anymore. But what about his Slut mode you ask? Look up Damiano David. You'll understand. He has a pair of sexy red cowboy boots hiding in his closet and he's waiting for an excuse to use em.

His hair is literally the cutest grown out mullet you've ever seen in your life, literally so fluffy and it swoops out at his neck. He cut himself some bangs with help from Jeff (more like Jeff forced his help on him because he knew Toby was gonna do it WAY too short). He likes to fluff it up with some hair mousse and sometimes uses one of Nina's many curling and straightening irons to really add volume.

Toby likes having his nails painted by OTHER people rather than himself so he lets Sally or Nina or Jeff paint them for him. He likes to try out different colors, he really just lets em go crazy. For makeup he usually doesn't wear any, but occasionally he'll let Nina give him a makeover to practice new makeup looks on him. He always looks hot afterwards (thought he was hot before too).

》☆Sally Williams☆《

Basic info:

Name: Sally Maryam Williams

Age: 8 (does not age past this due to being dead)

Pronouns: she/her ("Oh! Ben and Nina taught me about this!")

Gender identity: Female

Orientations: Does not know, just loves everybody ("Uhm- well girls are really pretty- but boys are pretty too! Everyone's pretty!- oh, except for Ben." *mischievous smirk*)

Height: 3'9"

Likes: Ben and Nina, creative activities (like painting or making crafts), reading books, collecting various objects, dressing up, cats, visiting cemeteries.

Dislikes: Unfamiliar people (especially men), losing things, being alone, having her hair touched/brushed (unless Ben/Nina), yelling.

Personality info:

Despite everything that Sally has gone through, she is an incredibly joyful, optimistic kind of kid at heart. She makes her own happiness as a way to keep herself feeling safe, and her efforts spread to other people in the manor.

She's generally friendly to everyone in the manor but won't outright go talk to anyone by herself unless it's Ben or Nina. Those two are the only people she fully trusts being alone around, so she'll usually be following or pulling one of those two along. She is very extroverted and gets most of her energy from being around others, but she needs a little encouragement when spending time with people she's not familiar with.

Once she does know you and trust you enough though, expect her to chat your ear off and ask you to do things with her. Once you're her friend she'll treat you like she's known you her whole life. She's really sweet and likes to give people gifts, especially stuff she makes herself. She's also the type to get into mischief with you (as long as Ben gets to go too of course). She's very talkative and asks everyone how their day's been, because she's genuinely curious.

Adding onto that, she loves to learn things, like anything that has information will probably pique her interest. She tends to ask people questions, anything that she thinks they might know (Ben might have to pull her away once the other person's tired of answering, she's just got a lot of things to ask).

Although she's a very sweet girl and loves being around people, she can clam up very easily if she's faced with something that scares her. Not a lot of things get to her, but one big thing that immediately gets her panicked is getting lost or being left alone (specifically if she doesn't know someone's nearby, she's usually fine in her room by herself). Once she realizes she's away from someone familiar she's quick to get panicked. Depending on the circumstances she might run away or try to fight off people trying to help her. While this is rare, it does happen.

Similar to Toby, she has trouble processing big emotions. For her, anger and fear are really hard for her to control, so she tends to run away and isolate herself when she feels they're getting too strong for her to handle. Being a ghost, sometimes her handle on her physical form gets harder to maintain when she's upset, so she'll most likely be incorporeal when she's dealing with really rough things. She hates feeling these things, she doesn't like having people see her like that, which just makes her feel ashamed of herself afterwards.

Luckily, Nina is especially patient with her when this happens, so after she's calmed down enough she'll go to Nina to decompress. She's really glad to have someone help her and love her, she's so grateful she has family to fall back on.

Appearance info:

Since Sally's a ghost and can basically customize herself, she usually makes herself look like a version of herself when she was alive. The only differences would be things she wished she had when she was alive, like long hair down to her knees and eyes that change color with her emotions (because who DIDN'T want that as a kid). Depending on the day she might change little things for fun, like giving herself cat ears or a unicorn horn. She doesn't have the focus or energy for making big changes (otherwise she'd always be looking like a magical girl with a rainbow color pallette and angel wings).

She LOVES having all sorts of clothes and dressing up because it lets her express how she feels and what she likes. Her clothes are usually very girly, ranging from princess dresses to jumpers to monster high and barbie t-shirts to every kind of skirt known to man. Though sometimes she likes to sort of copy Ben's style, wearing overalls over an mlp shirt and a flannel and beanie to pull it all together. Honestly if she likes you or thinks you're cool she'll try to dress like you at least once.

The only consistency with Sally's hair is that it's almost always long, otherwise she goes nuts styling it different ways. Her and Nina are always doing cute hairdos, Nina helps her braid it or do pigtails or whatever Sally feels like. She loves doing different bang styles, she's always got those lil kids scissors with her in case she wants to chop herself some bangs (it's ok she'll get better at it). Basically it changes depending on how she's feeling, just like her clothing styles.

ACCESSORIZES TO THE MOON SHE LOVES ACCESSORIES ABD SHE INTENDS ON USING AS MANY AS POSSIBLE. Makeup and nails? Obviously! She often likes to do it with Nina in the mornings. Don't forget colorful clip in hair extentions too! Her closet is full of as many things she can get her hands on and she couldn't be happier about it.

#this was really really fun to write i hope you guys like my take on these guys so far! #so far i put in the people I've been thinking the most about for this au since i had the most ideas for them #but there will be more to come! #normal aus! #creepypasta au #creepypasta sally #creepypasta #creepypasta jeff the killer #creepypasta jtk #creepypasta ben drowned #creepypasta toby #jeff the killer #ben drowned #toby rogers #sally williams #proxy #slender proxy

[omenics]

[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]’𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐗 , the overblot gang + kalim, malleus, & epel.

..in which [name] has peak music taste. gn reader. — i am falling back into metal and its amazing so ofc [name] HAS to like it too 😊 however im falling down the spiritbox hole again so itll rlly just be based on that

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.

little man is insulted that youd listen to metal

i dont see him listening to it at all

hes like my nonna who physically recoils when she hears it

anyways say ur phone magically came to twst with you and all of ur playlists are still there so boom

play whitechapel and he explodes. bro goes off with ur head for the whole year and you walk with SHAME

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.

bro probably listens to deftones

i can see him listening to deftones

this is my hc

but is deftones metal 🤨 idk man it says its alternative metal so yeag

you can probably play any music on the aux and he wouldnt mind i think?? but i see him hating country because me too leona

but if you dont look like the type of person who listens to metal (bc me too) then hes like damn alr

if he did tho i think hed like whitechapel idk but i donr see him liking death metal or just vv heavy stuff

THIS IS TURNING JNTO WHAT BANDA SOME CHARACTERS WOULD LIKE INSTEAD OF THEM EITHER HATING OR LOVING THE MUSIC HELP ME

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

a man of class who doesnt listen to metal but respects it bc hes like the only one here who would most likely know it takes talent

stan azul bc i do

no but hed probably enjoy the 1.5 songs that dont involve the screaming or growling, so probably hickory creek from whitechapel or constance by spiritbox yk

anyways azul does not like it but bro wont make u do the walk of shame bc of it like RIDDLE

idk what else to put but i can see him liking a little bit of ghost…. because i do… a lot… and i like azul.. a lot…

next character now bc idk what to put

KALIM AL-ASIM.

hes probably the one to ask what music you listen to lets be real

like ‘oh hey [name] what type of music do you like? :)’ probably expecting pop or indie or whatever but nah bro u like metal… and he like oh ok

doesnt matter what kind just metal

he would also not like it bc yeah but hed also think its cool i think

hes honest abt it too 😭 ‘oh sorry [name] i dont like it that much but its cool’ because its kalim <3

no but seriously i cant think of a band hed like tbh

JAMIL VIPER.

do u know how much i was struggling to type his last name like good lord. it went from biper to bipee to vipee and to viper… like elaria…. thats so easy… stop

the consequences of having autocorrect off

moving on i don’t necessarily see him listening to metal

maybe deftones too… or ghost… but like .0005 of their songs… just yk… imo…

anyways wouldnt care at all what music u listen to

just is like alr and goes back to whatever

we stan jamil. get yourself a jamil. why? BC I NEES ONE AND NO ONE I KNOW IRL LISTENS TO METAL OR DEATH METAL OR ANYTHING AND WHEN I PLAY IT THEY YELL AT ME AND ACT LIKE I COMMITTED MURDER

its rough out here guys

VIL SCHOENHEIT.

youre done for

you are literally not allowed 100 meters around him

the MINUTE you play any sort of band classified as metal you are condemned to hell

i know for a FACT he would hate metal because

its fucking metal and its vil what do u expect him to listen to slaughter to prevail and go around moshing??? no. no u dont. becaus ehe wouldnt.

he does not tolerate metal at all. ghost? no. slipknot? absolutely not. whitechapel? why dont u go worship the devil (do they have an equivalent to the devil in twst idk) while ur at it because vil schoenheit in all his glory hates metal.

EPEL FELMIER.

metalhead epel would be canon but we all know he listens to country

lets be real tho hed listen to it to spite vil

maybe… maybe… u can make him listen to it… and hed maybe like it… and youll have a metal music buddy…

honestlt just say ‘vil doesnt like metal’ and hes probably blasting infant annihilator bc i think its funny

other than that epel does not care for metal. however hes probably like one of the others who doesnt care if u play it

i mean i can see him listening to avatar?? specifically black waters and the eagle has landed… but black waters mainly

idk because i have not written for epel before and i haven’t played the pomefiore chapter in a month so i dont remember lol

IDIA SHROUD.

lets be real bro listens to indie

a mitski fan. cries to nobody every night. he does not touch the metal genre.

anyways im gonna say this and hes a metalhead isnt he

oyher than that he has control of the aux BECAUSE HE DOESNT LEAVE HIS FUCKING ROOM. HOW WILL HE HAVE AN OPINION ON METAL WHEN HE DOES NOT LET ANYONE PLAY ANYTHING BC HE CANT BE BOTHERED TO GO TOUCH SOME GRASS HUH??????

i am an IDIA HATER. IDIA SHROUD ANTI. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT I KIN HIM.

other than that only listens to indie of lofi idc what anyone else says im right.

MALLEUS DRACONIA.

the average classical music enjoyer

i believe he enjoys classical music or no music at all however bc its malleus everyone thinks he listens to a band that is called smth like DEATH BLOOD MAGIC INFANT KILLER GRAVE ROBBER ZOMBIE DICK but he just would listen to classical music because i said so

this poor man is dubbed a metalhead while he probably doesnt even know one sub-genre of metal

this poor guy cant catch a break

its okay malleus. you are the only one here who has peak music taste and thats okay

#› ..signature spells ! #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #epel felmier x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #jamil x reader #vil x reader #epel x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader

[stvrgirlsworld]

Heyyyy! So, like, I'm a huge Enemies of Salvation fan and I totally read your stuff, which is freakin' awesome, I love Abyss (more EJ, pleaseee)!

I saw that you're doing one shots, and I hope I'm not too tardy or whatever, but can I request something about Sid? Maybe the MC is a tattoo artist or something?

Anyways, thanks a bunch and keep killing it with your writing, you and aesthetically dying's story are straight-up fire!

Sid Wilson x tattoo artist!reader (hcs and mini oneshot)

A/n : Ty anon you are so sweet! I love this rq and I hope you like it! (If you want I can make an EJ oneshot)

Warnings : drinking, smoking, mentions of sex, Sid gets injured a little bit (so blood)

You and Sid met while he was on tour

He got drunk with some friends and he decided it would be an amazing idea

So he decided to sneak out once everyone had fallen asleep and find the best studio in town

He had been directed to your studio and stumbled in the door, asking if anyone was taking walk-ins

The shop secretary told him your chair was open

When he stumbled over to you the first thing he did was laugh and say “You’re prettyyyyy”

Once he told you what he wanted and you realized how drunk he was you talked him out of it

You and him talked for hours before they started to lock up the shop and you two go out to the parking lot

“Hey so i’m gonna be in town for a few nights. Can I get your number?” He’s sobered up enough to ask you and of course, you oblige

When you two part ways and your whole drive home you think about Sid

As soon as you text him the next day he responds and asks you out to come see him play

You reschedule all your appointments to see his band

If you weren’t a fan of Slipknot before you sure are now, because guess what? Your boyfriend is their dj!

Plus, he gave you an all access bracelet which was sweet

After the show you come backstage to congratulate him on the amazing show

Forgetting yourself when you see him, you run up and hug him

Once you realize what you’ve done you pull away. “Sorry, I forget personal space sometimes.” You pull away and stare down at the ground, but he pulls you back in and says, “It’s ok, plus I was kinda hoping we could do something like this” he kisses you and it’s heaven. Well, until you hear someone yell from behind you, “Get a fucking room!” and other jabs at you two from his other band mates. He pulls you away to the parking lot outside, to make out some more.

#sid wilson fanfic #sid wilson #slipknot #sid wilson x reader #slipknot x reader #corey taylor #joey jordison #x reader #tattoo artist #headcannons #oneshot #stvrgirlsworld

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

The new hire pt.1

Slipknot x Reader

TW: Puke

In 1999, a couple of hours after the final show of the Ozzfest tour, your uncle brought you to help out Slipknot backstage. He's a close friend of Clown/Shawn, and he was aware of you being tech-savvy, he recommended you to Shawn for the job. Soon, you found yourself in the band's green room, meeting everyone for the first time. Laughter and chatter filled the room until they all fell silent, fixing their gaze on you. The tension was so thick that you could probably cut it with a knife, you could drop a pen and it would most definitely echo.

Your breathing hitched and you sighed…before taking a deep breath in then out..but your nose was met with a down right foul smell..it smelled like sweat, piss, throw up, alcohol and possibly death to be completely honest. You felt your eyes water and your vision became full with cloudy tears, you knew they would smell like swamp-ass but it smelled like a rotting water-logged corpse..whose body was found in a dumpster

“You think they might puke?”

The one whose mask made him look like Pinocchio, but as a drug addict..they all looked like drug addicts..

“If they do…”

One of the other men started to say, he was short but not the shortest.. he had green-ish dreadlocks that seemed to be threaded through his mask..

“Sid..I’ll pay you 20 dollars if you eat it..”

You gagged again at the thought of you puking but then you gagged even more because it was possible someone in this group would eat it for just 20 dollars.. but then again this was ‘Slipknot’. You gagged again before actually puking, it was all you ate for breakfast and last nights dinner..which was Chinese food.. but you exhale and turned around and took a step out of the green room to prevent from puking any further.

A couple of minutes passed before you hear from the outside of the green room someone else puking their guts out which was followed by a large meaty thud against the green room floor.. and that was followed by a fight and yelling match about how they lied about the 20 dollars, but if you were hearing this right that meant the one they called Sid actually ate your puke for 20 dollars but he was lied to.

“Corey you fucking lied! Give me my 20 dollars!”

That has followed up with a loud voice yelling at them to stop fucking around and try to keep their selves together. You hear the green room door open and out steps a man in a pig mask, he’s pretty tall yet not the tallest..

“Are you okay? You kinda puked your guts out in there..”

You could tell the man in the pig mask was concerned yet trying to liven up the mood with some humor.

“Yeah…it’s okay..I’m okay.. it’s not the first time I’ve puked my guts out and probably not going to be the last”

He chuckled slightly after that and then proceeded to take something out of his pocket..it was money..but he chuckled slightly behind the mask.

“Corey did have the 20 dollars..I just wanted to see Sid tackle his ass..”

The green room door opened again and out came the other taller members..Pinocchio the drug addict..a jester who should not be trusted around weapons and then the most intimidating person there..his mask was leather but it was made to look like metal..It was cool but the piercing blue eyes made him look so uncomfortably scary..

“They okay Pauly?”

The jester mask spoke up, before his eyes meeting yours and interlocking for a long time..Someone cleared their throat and he stopped looking at you..

“Jim, stop you’re going to creep them out..”

Jim rolled his eyes and chuckled..he stepped back and leaned against the green room door, before there was someone who rammed against it knocking Jim down on the patchy old dead grass..Sid was the one who rammed the door and he was now on top of Jim.

“Sid! Get fuck off of me, you smell like puke and piss…!”

Jim and Sid rolled around for a little bit until Sid let go because he hit his tailbone on a sharp rock, Jim got up and dusted himself off and then proceeded to take a look at Sid who was whining about his tailbone.

“God, what the fuck am I going to be managing for the next couple of months..”

A small chuckle left Paul’s mouth..he leans against the green room wall and brushes hair out of your face and behind your ear..

“Why don’t you join us for a night out on the town before we pack up and leave?…”

The man in the leather mask that was trying to pass it off as metal chuckled softly.

“Then you’ll really see the band in a different light~”

#slipknot #x reader #puke #tortilla guy #corey taylor #mick thomson #sid wilson #paul gray #bass #joey jordison #chris fehn #shawn crahan #craig jones #jim root