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jimsbeetroot · 2 months

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Hello 🖤 I saw your fics and couldn't pass by. I wish you inspiration and further progress in writing ❤ Can I get a fluff fic in wich the Reader brought a kitten home while Chris was on tour? 🥺 And when Chris returned home, the kitten was the first to meet him. I don't know why it came to my mind 🤔

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 ♱ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐡𝐧

Usually when people decided to adopt a pet, they go for a little puppy, or perhaps a cute little kitten.

You found it quite sad. There were hundreds of animals looking for a home each day, and if it wasn’t for the fact, that it had rained like crazy that day, you hadn’t seen little Monroe. If it wasn’t because your car had broken down on the way home from work, you wouldn’t have walked past the animal shelter.

You were so glad, that you did.

The second you laid your eyes on that beautiful, black and white cat, your heart melted completely.

The way she was staring at you, almost as if she was pleading for you to just take her home. You couldn’t bear it, and before you knew it, you were walking out of the animal shelter, Monroe placed neatly inside your coat.

Now, all of that would’ve been great, if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were bringing this cat home, to a house that wasn’t yours alone.

Chris was coming home soon. He’d been gone for months, touring with Slipknot; and well, you’d gotten lonely. Anyone would.

He wouldn’t be mad, you thought.

Chris didn’t really get mad. Surprised maybe, but not mad. Hopefully not.

Monroe purred as you scratched her head, leaning into your fingers as if she was begging for more. You’d put a tiny bow in her hair, because finally; Chris was coming home.

You’d waited to see his face for too long, and finally; the day had arrived.

You couldn’t quite contain your excitement. Monroe would finally be meeting her daddy, and Chris would finally meet the crazy cat lady you’d become. Your whole world had revolved around that cute little kitten of yours. She was just too precious.

You hugged him tightly. Finally. Your Chris was home again. Safe and sound. You stood in the doorway, clinging onto him and kissing him as if it was the last time ever. You’d jumped on him and he hadn’t even had the chance to close the door.

THE DOOR!

You couldn’t jumped down from Chris, leaving him a tiny bit confused, slamming the door behind him.

“What’s happening?” He asked, confused as one would be.

“I-I have a surprise,” you smiled nervously. “Just stay here,” you said and put your finger up, motioning for Chris to stay put.

You ran into the living room to find Monroe asleep on the couch.

“Sorry to wake you, kitty,” you whispered and picked the kitten up in your arms.

Chris’ eyes widened at the sight, his eyes dropping.

Before he could say anything, the words flooded out of you, as if you were trying to excuse what you’d done.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Chris. I know this is a big decision, but you should’ve seen her in that window. I had to bring her home!” You exclaimed. Monroe seemed more confused than Chris.

“What’s its name?” He asked with a warm smile and approached you and the kitten in your arms.

“Her name’s Monroe,” you said and Chris took the kitten from your arms and you watched as Monroe fell asleep in his embrace, heart melting at the scene.

“She’s adorable. Maybe we should get another one? I feel bad, she’s alone,” Chris said.

God, you were gonna become the crazy cat couple.

#chris fehn #chris fehn imagine #chris fehn x reader #slipknotimagines #slipknot x reader #slipknot fanfic #slipknot fluff #fluff #fluffy

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jimsbeetroot · 2 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

waking jim up at shit in the morning for sexy time hehehe

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“Jim?” You whispered. He snored in return, dead asleep.

Jim’s eyes were closed as his chin rested on your head. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, his bare upper body pressed against yours.

The hotel room was completely black. It was three in the morning, and you had joined Jim on tour.

Your body, along with your mind, had entered a restless and frustrated cycle. You weren't used to all of the travelling, and you'd found it hard to fall asleep at night.

You were in France, in a beautiful hotel. Jim slept like a rock but you just couldn't find any rest.

And you’d tried everything. You’d tried cuddling Jim, and then you'd tried sleeping alone. You’d tried sleeping without covers and then with them. You’d even tried popping a melatonin, but then you had to pee, and suddenly you were back at square one.

You just had this burning feeling, something you needed to get done to rest.

Your cheeks blushed red at the thought, your stomach tingling even more.

You needed Jim, and you had no idea as to what had incited this sudden need to be fucked by your boyfriend, but it was undeniable.

You shuttered at the thought, imagining how Jim would make you scream, and fuck the daylights out of you. You wanted that. So bad.

A wet spot had formed in your panties. You bit your lip, a tingling feeling washing over your whole body.

“Jim?” You whispered again, this time looking up, grazing his face softly.

He hummed in response, giving you a little squeeze, still asleep.

You snuck your hand under the covers, grabbing Jim’s thigh and raising it to curve perfectly between your legs. His knee was pressed against your cunt. He could surely feel the wetness between your legs on his knee by now.

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

“Y/N, no,” he mumbled and lowered his leg, removing it from your soaking cunt.

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

“Jim,” you pleaded, wrapping your arms under his, clutching him tightly, and placing kisses on his collarbone.

“I can't sleep, Jim,” you lamented. Jim sighed tiredly and kissed your forehead, eyes still closed, barely awake.

“Try,” he encouraged and puffed. “I've tried for the last three hours. I can't sleep,” you moaned.

Again, Jim just hummed in response, so tired that he couldn't think of much else to say.

You felt a bit bad since you weren't the one playing ninety-minute shows every night, doing interviews and rehearsals. It made sense that Jim was exhausted, but you had other things to worry about.

Your hand left Jim’s back and went down under the covers. You placed your cold hand on his thigh, brushing it slightly. The coldness of your hand caused Jim to flinch slightly.

You were so insistent, and your need for Jim only grew bigger. You just had to get him in the same mood as well, but it seemed impossible.

You let your hand travel further up Jim’s thigh until you reached the leghole in his boxer shorts. You bit your lip as you watched Jim’s face intensely, hoping for a moan or a smirk, but you got the opposite.

“I'm so tired, Y/N. Not now,” he grumbled and reached down to remove your hand from his thigh, placing it on his chest instead.

“I’ll never ask again, James, I promise,” you pleaded in a whispering voice. You felt nauseous, that's how sexually frustrated you were.

Just the idea of Jim pounding you, made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, just do something,” you cried softly and kissed Jim’s lips.

Jim, to your surprise, turned around, back facing you and continued to sleep.

Your bottom lip folded and you huffed, sighing as you stared into the ceiling, fully awake, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Jim reached his hand over for you to hold. He hated not having physical contact with you when sleeping. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.

You'd run out of ideas completely. Now, you only had one last dirty trick left.

As his hand rested on your thigh, you pulled down your panties, making sure that Jim felt what you were doing. You were completely naked.

As Jim’s hand rested on your thigh, you moved it up so far, that his pinky was resting on top of your cunt.

Then, the dirty trick. Your hand travelled down to your soaking cunt, running your fingers up and down your slit a few times, hand brushing against Jim’s as you began rubbing your clit, moaning a little louder than you normally would.

“F-Fuck, J-Jim,” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours. With your other hand, you held onto Jim’s forearm, squeezing it hard as pleasure rolled over you.

You brought his arm up and placed his hand on you breast.

Finally, he turned around.

“You're so goddamn stubborn,” he hissed and smacked your hand away from your cunt, replacing it with his.

He began rubbing your clit in a circular motion, kissing your neck while doing so. At the same time, you reached down, digging your hand into Jim’s boxers, straddling his cock, feeling as it stiffened up in your grasp within a heartbeat.

He moaned softly as you pumped his cock, making you produce equally loud moans as he pumped his long fingers in and out of you.

You felt it was reasonable if you took care of him for a bit. After all, it was you who woke him up just to fuck.

You rolled over, placing your legs on either side of Jim’s waist. You rode his cock for a while, grinding him before eventually pulling down his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

You grabbed a hold of Jim’s hands and placed them both on each tit.

He squeezed them firmly as you sank down on his cock.

A series of cuss words mixed with your name left Jim’s mouth repeatedly as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, head thrown back in pleasure, hoarse moans leaving your quivering lip.

He was deep inside of you, and if the light was turned on, you would've gasped at the sight of the bulge his cock created in your stomach.

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

He lifted you off him and stood on his knees just as you. He grabbed your shoulders and forced you down on all fours.

He gathered your hair in his fist and drove into you without a warning. You helped at the feeling of him stretching your walls completely. You were in pure bliss.

Jim squeezed your ass tightly as his hips smacked against your ass cheeks, creating a loud sound that echoed through the room.

Your face was buried into the pillow, which you bit into for dear life, trying to prevent yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jim continued his nearly painful pace, thrusting so fast that you could barely think. And the position allowed for extra depth, doubting if that was even possible.

“I’m gonna c-”

Jim grabbed both your hands and pressed them against your bag as he continued to thrust.

“Come for me, baby.”

You did exactly that, reaching your climax, nearly seeing stars as you tried to collect yourself, although Jim was still going at it. “God,” you cried and breathed heavily, not sure if your body could handle much more.

Jim came with one final deep thrust. He pulled out and threw himself down beside you, sweaty and all.

“Thanks for waking me. I think I needed that.”

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jimsbeetroot · 2 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

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In all fairness, it's just a mask. A mask he allowed you to put on him before every show.

It's just a guitar, but he always played for you when you couldn't fall asleep at night.

And it’s just shoes— shoes that are normally huddled together in the hallway before you come home. It’s such a little thing that you shouldn’t be getting upset about, but it’s another thing on the list of things that you’d noticed about Jim's absence.

Things were so different in the house; it all felt so painfully empty. It was quiet, really quiet. So quiet that you sometimes felt as if you could hear the gentle thrumming of your heartbeat. You’d tried to fill the silence with music and the talking of the TV, but it didn't help to see his masked face on MTV every day.

And before you knew it, it was quiet again— quiet and empty.

An empty plate was still set at his place at the table. It went without saying; you missed him— a lot.

It was the first time in over six years that you’d been apart for this long.

Jim had gone on tour with Slipknot and for the first time - since you got together- you hadn't joined him.

It was Jim's call. The band was experiencing their ups and downs, and Jim didn't want you to be stuck with that for months. You understood.

The first couple of months, you thought you could handle it. It hadn’t felt much different then. But suddenly, it was as if anything that remotely reminded you of Jim would automatically set you off.

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t called, or at least tried to call — if you somehow managed to get the times correct— it was just not the same.

You sighed frustratedly, flinging a paintbrush at the canvas. It stroked a harsh angry black line on the creamy-white paper. You’d been trying to find inspiration for that fucking painting but it wasn’t coming along so easy.

All you could think of was that twenty-four hours was a pretty long time, and you weren’t sure if you could wait that long to see him.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up from the painting as you heard a voice emerging from downstairs.

You shook off the thought.

Those stupid voices had been appearing in your head for over four months, and you were not about to let them fool you once more.

You tilted your head slightly to look at the canvas from another angle.

Maybe you could draw Jim. You could draw his face or his hands. Or maybe you could draw his dick. Yeah, you could draw his dick from memory with your eyes closed, it was almost embarrassing.

You scoffed, how desperate could you get?

“What’s this one called?”

Wow, you’re even hearing Jim talking now?

Fuck, what a loser.

Was it healthy to be so in love that you could hear your boyfriend's voice when he was somewhere on the other side of the world?

Surely, it couldn’t be.

“I know. A black beacon trying to blossom against the adversity of white?”

A familiar voice chuckled from behind you.

You frowned, not turning around. If it was your thoughts then why did it sound exactly like something Jim would say?

Shit, I really really have it bad.

“Really, not even a giggle? I’ve had a better reaction from my band mates—”

You heard a few steps coming closer.

“—and my girlfriend refuses to acknowledge my existence”

Okay.

You were sure that you heard a small creak from that floorboard as if someone purposely stepped on it.

Fuck, you weren’t not expecting anyone and the only person with a spare key is— was, well Jim. You glanced behind you slowly and cautiously, but before you knew it, you were stumbling up from the floor and jumping to wrap your legs around Jim.

“Fuck, I thought I was going crazy imagining your voice,” you murmured with your mouth against Jim's neck. He’s back. Your James. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

You looked up at him, arms hooked around his neck.

He was exactly as he was when he’d left and the feeling of just being around him again overwhelmed you. You felt so completely whole again and the thought tugged at your heartstrings.

You held him tighter as your lips trembled and tears welled up in your eyes.

Jim frowned, setting you down gently on the dresser.

“Please don’t cry. You know it breaks my heart.”

“I know, I know,” You chuckled, trying to get rid of the traitorous tears that slid down your cheek.

"I just— I missed you so much. It’s just—”

Jim smiled widely as he flattened you up against his body again, forehead level with yours.

He placed a soft kiss on your temple

“I missed you too, babe, so fucking much.”

He raked his fingers through your hair.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? I thought about you every single day. My little love all by herself, waiting for me.”

You grinned. God, you’d missed his voice and the way he talked, so relaxed that it never failed to excite you.

“I thought you were coming back tomorrow?”

“I left early,” Jim said, shifting your hair away from your neck. He gave it a soft peck.

“Really?” You were more than over the moon that he was here, but if he’d gotten in trouble over it, you’d feel horrible. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. Corey got sick and we cancelled the last show. I had to come back to my baby.”

Your cheeks flushed what you could only imagine had been a bright rose-tinted colour.

"You’re too sweet,” you gushed.

“Sweet is overrated-” Jim started, flashing that smirk.

”-Now take off those cute little shorts and panties. I need to taste that sweet cunt of yours."

You didn’t need him telling you twice before you were tugging at the clothes, the cool breeze instantly blew at your bare core causing shivers down your spine. You’d been waiting for this moment ever since he’d left and your fingers had never quite succeeded in satisfying yourself the way Jim did— does.

Jim sunk to his knees. Fuck. He ran a finger over your slit, playing with the juices and he groaned as it spilled deliciously against the wood dresser.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders.

“God Y/N, I’ve missed you.”

Jim kissed the skin of your thigh right under where you wanted him the most.

“You’ve always had a sweet cunt, always drenched and ready for me.”

Jim parted your lips with his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he looked up at you with pure fascination.

“God Jim— I need your mouth,”

Jim smirked at the sheer desperation in your voice. He plunged a digit into your hole.

Shit, your walls clenched around his finger.

The moment which you’d been longing for, was finally here.

“Where baby? You have to be specific.”

“On me, fuck—” You whimpered as his fingers bent in and out of you.

You’d craved his contact for all these months and now, you had it, and overwhelming pleasure filled your body.

Your cheeks were hot and flustered and there was entirely too much going on. “I need your mouth on my cunt, Jim. I just need you…..please.”

Jim grunted, delving his tongue deep into you. He glanced up at you with a hum that vibrated through you.

“I— ’m so fucking close Jim—” You breathed heavily, trying to get your bearings correct, but his fingers were moving inside you with the same vigour his cock did.

Jim released your clit with a prominent pop. Your walls clenched tightly around his fingers with no particular pattern. He sunk his teeth into the flesh of your trembling thighs, sucking a blossoming bruising purple on the surface.

“Fuck—”

You couldn’t even begin to think properly as his lips trailed kisses up your body. You hadn’t come that hard in so long that your body was already weak from pleasure.

Jim smirked.

“Look at you, baby. So fucking spent—” Your face was slippery with sweat, strands of hair stuck to your forehead. “— and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. “You missed me that much?”

“Yes—” You answer, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “I missed you so fucking much. I missed your fingers—”

Jim lined himself with your entrance.

“What else?”

“I missed your cock as well. So, so much."

Jim grinned, sinking his cock inside you slowly, only stopping when he was right at the hilt, your walls sucking him in naturally and he moaned at the sensation.

It was pure ecstasy as he began to move, pulling himself out before slamming his hips back.

“Faster—” After so long, you needed him now, rough and hard. “—Please, you need to go faster, Jim”

“Hold on, darling,” Jim growled out. “I haven’t fucked you in so long and you’re so fucking tight.”

Jim laid his rough hands on your waist, clutching you tightly.

“You know I love you, right?”

You smiled lazily, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm, I love you too— a lot.”

Jim bit your collarbone and increased his pace, pounding into you deep again and again.

You dug your fingers into Jim's back, chanting his name so loud that the neighbours were probably aware that he was back by now. But you didn’t care.

Jim hooked one of your legs around his waist, hitting you at another angle and you mewed at the way he hit your sweet spot.

“God I— Fuck—”

“You want to come again, baby?” Jim asked, kissing your neck.

“Yes, yes please—”

“Then come for me baby,” He growled and it didn’t take long before you were jerking against him, screaming out his name.

He captured your lips in his, kissing you heatedly, teeth and tongue smashed as he swallowed your moans. He continued to thrust, deep and hard.

“Fuck baby— I’m gonna need you to clench around me.”

“I— I can’t,” You managed to choke out, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

“Yes, you can baby,” Jim said as your eyes pricked red with tears. “I got you.”

You could feel the fire pooling in your abdomen as you used all of your energy to clench around his cock.

Jim let out a long, loud moan as he finally came so hard.

“God— I’ve missed you,” You said.

Jim pulled himself out of you. “Hmm. I’ve missed you too.

#chris fehn #craig jones #james root #jim root x reader #jim root #corey taylor #joey jordison imagines #slipknotimagines #slipknot fanfic #slipknot x reader #slipknot photos #slipknot #jim root x female reader #jim root imagines #jim root imagine #joey jordison x reader #joey jordison

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jimsbeetroot · 2 months

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I don't think your still active but if you do decide to start writing on this blog again I have a request :)

Joey Jordison x plus-sized reader smut :3

Reader is feeling insecure of their body and Joey shows them just how beautiful he thinks they are<3

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

i love this request! hope you will enjoy what I've tried to come up with!

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You sat huddled together on your bedroom floor, mirror in front of you, sobbing silently at the sight before you.

Your insecurities stood out to you like a neon sign in the dark. For two hours, you'd sat in front of that mirror. You'd torn every little flaw apart as if you were on a mission to stomp yourself into a depression. You didn't do it on purpose. It was an unintentional ritual that had become a bad habit over the last months.

You'd avoided mirrors because there was always something for you to comment on. You were, quite literally, your own biggest hater. There hadn't been much reaction from the press, but whenever you saw magazine covers of you and Joey, you felt a bit nauseous. You hated the way you towered over him. Not only were you taller than Joey, but you were quite a bit wider than him.

Joey had never cared. He found you beautiful, and he always reminded you of that. He loved your body, but no matter how many times he told you, it was never enough.

It had gotten so bad that you'd quit enjoying having sex with Joey. Not because of him, because he was great, but it was bad enough being naked in your own company, but in front of him- you felt embarrassed.

That added another layer of shame to your already existing ones.

What if he thought you hated him? He must've realised something was up.

Just as you had grabbed a flap of fat from your belly, pulling it out and shuddering at the sight of the stretch marks on your thighs, you heard the door open.

Joey had been at rehearsals all day and had returned. You found yourself rushing around the bedroom, throwing on some clothes to wear before Joey reached the bedroom.

You wiped your eyes from any tears and looked in the mirror. Your eyes were bloodshot. Joey would spot that in a heartbeat.

"Hey, babe! I'm back!" Joey yelled out from downstairs.

You didn't respond, too busy throwing some powder in your face to conceal your red-flushed nose- and cheeks.

"Babe?" Joey yelled out as he walked up the stairs. "I-I'm in the bedroom!" You responded, taking a deep breath and posed in the most natural position, destined to hide your whole shebang-show from him. He wouldn't understand.

Joey opened the door and smiled when his eyes met yours. "Hey babe," he grinned, approaching you as you sat on the bed but stopped when he sensed something was off.

He looked around, quickly pointing out the only thing you hadn't thought of: the mirror.

You'd taken the bathroom mirror and placed it on the bedroom floor. "Redecorating in here?" Joey grinned and kissed your lips, hand on your cheek, his fingers grazing your earlobe slightly.

"Yeah," you laughed, but it came out terribly. Joey jerked his head back, staring into your soul as if he was scanning you. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Have you been crying?" He asked.

The question provoked a slight lip quiver, but you held it all in, shaking your head and smiling. "No," you said and grabbed his hand. "How was rehearsal? Did you play any of the new so-"

"You're lying to me."

Joey cut you off, and you huffed in response.

He could see right through you. And you were a terrible liar.

"I'm not lying," you scoffed, releasing Joey's hand.

"I'm not dumb, Y/N. Don't think I haven't noticed your behaviour lately," Joey stated. You stared, not in the mood to have the lengthy conversation with Joey in which you explained all of your insecurities, and he denied them.

"I've just been on my period," you shrugged. Joey tilted his head and shook it slightly. "I didn't know you could have your period for three weeks straight. Maybe you should see a doctor about that," Joey suggested sarcastically.

Perhaps you'd used that excuse one too many times lately.

"Listen, don't treat me like I'm dumb. We haven't had sex for over a month," Joey mentioned.

That was the least of your concerns at that moment.

"That's all you care about?"

Don't know why you said that, though.

"Of course, it's not, Y/N. I care that you haven't told me what's going on when something is," Joey pointed out and removed his leather jacket. He sat down next to you and grabbed your hand, rubbing it softly.

"What's going on?" He asked.

You lifted your head and looked at Joey with a defeated face.

"I can't stand the way I look, Joey. I mean, I'm so much bigger than you, and I've tried to lose the weight, but I keep failing."

You fumbled with your thumbs as a tear rolled down your cheek.

"Look at me," Joey said and lifted your face, your eyes meeting his.

"You're more than I could ever wish for. You've given me so much, Y/N. I wish you could see what I see. What everyone sees."

Joey wiped a tear away from your cheek and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly into his side.

"Why can't you see how beautiful you are?" Joey hummed into your neck, kissing it softly.

You closed your eyes, forgetting your troubles for now as Joey drew circles on your back, your body falling into a relaxed state.

"Why can't you see how amazing you are?" Joey asked, placing another kiss on your neck. You turned your body towards him, slightly humming as Joey massaged your hair, kissing your lips.

"Why can't you see how much I fucking love you?" Joey asked against your lips, leaning in for another kiss. He didn't hold back this time, and you didn't mind.

Your hands fumbled his black locks as you both leaned back in the bed in unison, lips still attached.

Joey's hand went underneath your shirt and groped your breast, a small moan escaping your lips.

Detaching his lips from yours, Joey made his way to your neck, leaving marks as he trailed down to your buttoned jeans.

You looked down at him, propped on your elbows and watched as he unbuttoned your jeans, eyes staring hungrily into yours.

He pulled off the jeans and kissed your inner thigh, leaving small spots of saliva on his way to your soaked cunt.

Your breathing got heavier, and your heart pace quickened as Joey rubbed your panty-covered cunt. The wetness had soaked through the cotton fabric, leaving a big wet spot in your grey underwear.

You moaned hoarsely and shivered with excitement when Joey slid your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the room.

He blew softly on your sensitive cunt and smirked when you shivered at the sensation.

A yelp left your mouth when he slid his index finger into you, the unexpected penetration startling you, but your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Joey's tongue made contact with your clit.

Your fists curled, and Joey had a tight hold on your thighs, keeping your legs open as you wiggled around in the bed, trying to endure the pleasure.

You weren't sure how to act. After all, it had been a while since you'd felt this good. Joey was enjoying the sight of you as you squirmed around the bed, mouth open and eyes closed, moaning loudly and freely.

"You're so beautiful, babe," Joey whispered against your cunt as he continued to run his tongue in a circular motion, focusing on overwhelming your clit as much as possible while at the same time adding another finger.

You shrieked as Joey drilled his fingers into you, quietly begging for him, his name flying from your mouth repeatedly.

"Fuck, Joey," you managed to choke out. "I'm coming," you whimpered, grabbing a hold of his hair, and preparing yourself for your climax.

"Cum for me, baby," Joey whispered and sped up his movements.

Shrieking and quivering, you released a cry of pleasure as it washed over you, leaving you shaking. Your back was arched, your whole body fully tensed.

You took a few deep breaths trying to collect yourself after your high.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

Joey travelled from your cunt, up to your lips, where he placed a passionate kiss, your juices still on his lips.

Your hand travelled down to his pants, straddling his hard cock over his jeans.

Joey moaned but removed your hand. "Let me, please. You deserve to know," he hummed and grabbed the hem of your T-shirt, swiftly pulling the fabric over your head, leaving you fully exposed.

Your hands went to cover your bare upper body, but only a short moment went by before Joey removed them, holding them above your head. "Don't you dare," he whispered and kissed your lips. The kiss was short as Joey raced up and removed his black jeans and a black T-shirt.

He leaned over you again, attaching his lips to yours once again, his naked body propped on top of yours as he positioned his cock at your entrance.

He propped his elbows on either side of your face, kissing your forehead softly and smiling down at you before pushing himself fully into your cunt, releasing a loud moan as fully penetrated you.

"F-Fuck!" Joey hissed and threw his head back, his thrusts growing faster and more energetic.

Your eyes were closed, legs tightly wrapped around Joey's torso as your nails left marks on his back.

Joey had the stamina of a racehorse, not once slowing down his thrusts. Your thoughts weren't quite clear, but you found yourself wondering; how one earth could he keep going?

A single tear escaped from the corner of your eye, your hands clasping at Joey's shoulders.

"Look at me," Joey whispered into your ear, hands resting on the top of your head, allowing him to thrust as deeply as possible.

You could barely hear him, too busy enjoying the sensation of his cock plunging into you.

"Y/N, look at me," he whispered again, his voice making you tremble even stronger. You were close to reaching a second high, and so was Joey.

You opened your eyes and looked into his blue eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened, lips brushing his as you moaned into his eyes.

"I-I'm gonna come ag-" you tried to blur out, your sentence interrupted once again by a wave of pleasure. You cried out and hid your face in the crook of his neck as he did the same, holding you as close as possible, letting you enjoy your climax. He followed closely after you, as the sensation of your cunt closing around his member pushed him over the edge.

He groaned into your ear, delievering a few final powerful, deep thrusts before releasing a final groan, falling into your embrace.

Your arms curled around him, and you held him in your arms.

You felt loved, and you felt beautiful.

Joey made you feel those things.

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jimsbeetroot · 2 months

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𝐈 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

hopefully, i will be able to make this a series, of reader and jim on their vacation (ergo, why its called I in Spain, as in the first day)! i really want to anyway!

"You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Jim's face dropped as he looked over at the large - but empty - hotel pool, his surprised eyes quickly shifting back to your grinning ones.

“If you want to have sex, we’ll find someplace else, but I’m not fucking you in a hotel pool.”

You pouted, desperately hoping that your quivering bottom lip would win Jim over, but he only shook his head and looked away.

“Why not?” You mumbled, staring into Jim's chest as you fumbled with the strings of his hoodie.

Jim was practically bent in half, his chin resting on your head as he tiredly skimmed the crowded hotel lobby.

Jim had finally gotten the green light to go on a vacation, and the two of you had packed your bags for two sunny weeks in the south of Spain.

“Let’s just go to our room,” Jim suggested. He grabbed your hand, but you snatched it from his grip.

“But I want to go into the swimming pool!” You whined, stomping your foot into the tiles of the hotel lobby.

Jim shushed you and looked around, making sure that no one was staring at the two of you.

“I want you to fuck me in the swimming pool,” you giggled, but Jim wasn’t laughing at all.

“This is not funny, Y/N,” Jim shook his head and grabbed your hand again. This time, you didn't even have the chance to protest before you were dragged down a hallway by your 6'6 foot boyfriend.

Jim held the luggage in one hand and your hand in his other.

He pushed the elevator button, and the two of you waited silently for a while, before a brilliant idea washed upon you.

"I even packed my best swimwear. You know, the pink two-piece?"

You said, and Jim stared back at you with an unamused glance. He knew that you were trying to get a reaction out of him.

He was the one, who had bought you that bikini, but not to have you flaunting it to everyone. No, that was a bikini strictly for his eyes.

"I might just go without you, then," You huffed as the two of you stepped into the elevator.

Jim had let go of your wrist. He stared at you with a clenched jaw and tilted his head.

"In that bikini? Fucking forget it," Jim chuckled, seemingly thinking you were joking, but looking at your pout and angry stare, he slowly realized that you were dead serious.

"It's just a bikini, James. Why did you buy me a bikini, if you don't want me to wear it?" You asked and looked up at Jim with a question-marked grimace.

"I'm just saying; I think you could've chosen a pair that didn't show that off that much," Jim said. He knew, that you were the master of analyzing words down to the bone, and just as he'd feared, your brain began decoding his last sentence.

"Oh, so you own me? Well, maybe you should pack my whole suitcase the next time we travel. Or maybe, you should just approve everything I ever wear. That way, we'll be sure to"

"Okay, calm the fuck down," he hissed and nipped your upper arm as the elevator stopped and an elderly couple walked in. You glared at him and rubbed the red spot on your arm, where Jim had left a mark.

The elevator was silent, as it went up, finally stopping at your level. You walked out, Jim following behind you with the key card.

You stood by the hotel room door and waited impatiently for Jim to unlock it. When he did, you hurried in and threw yourself on the bed.

Jim placed the luggage on the ground and rubbed his shoulders, clearly exhausted from a whole day of travelling. But you were loaded with energy.

"Listen, I'm gonna take a nap. Come join me. Maybe we can take a swim later."

Jim laid down on the bed and reached an arm out for you, but you huffed at his gesture.

"I don't want to go to sleep now, James. I wanna go swim," you whined, stomping slightly as Jim turned around, back facing you and closed his eyes, pretending not to care.

"Fine, then go," he mumbled. You huffed at his response.

"Fine, then give me the key card," you responded. You knew, that you needed the key card to lock yourself into the swimming pool, but also to get back into the room again.

Jim didn't respond.

"James, I said give me the key card," you said with a stern voice. He had it on him somewhere, but where? That was a great question.

"Go get another one, then we'll have one each," Jim said.

He would've never suggested that if it wasn't for your absolute fear of talking to strangers, especially when you didn't speak their language. Just the thought made you all nervous, and Jim knew that, that son of a bitch.

He knew, that you wouldn't dare to go ask anyone alone, and Jim had no plans of moving from the bed anytime soon.

"I'm serious, Jim. Just give me the key card."

You were starting to get pretty riled up, and Jim knew that. Everything at that moment, depended on that idiotic key card.

You scanned him up and down. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Couldn't be that hard to get a hold of, you thought.

You walked over to the side of the bed, where Jim was lying, looking down at him. "Give me the key card," you huffed and pushed his shoulder slightly, although he didn't move.

"Give me the key card," you repeated, pushing his shoulder a little harder this time.

Jim didn't react at all. He just lay on his side, arms crossed against his chest, his long legs folded towards his upper body

"Jim, give me the key c-"

Before your hand could make contact with his shoulder, he - in a swift move- lifted his hand and grabbed your wrist tightly.

"Don't you think you've crossed enough lines today?" Jim sighed, eyes still closed and grip still tight around your wrist. You struggled to get out of his hold, but it was no use. He was, indeed a great deal stronger than you.

"Let me go," you hissed, trying everything to get away from him, but then you spotted it. There, the key card was, slightly sticking out of the front pocket of his jeans. Without hesitation, your free hand went to grab it, only just getting to touch it before Jim's other hand grabbed yours.

You probably look ridiculous, standing above your boyfriend, wrestling him and losing terribly. Jim thought it was hilarious, mostly because you both knew, that you didn't stand a chance against Jim.

Jim managed to roll you over him and into the space next to him. Now, he was hovering over you, pressing your hands against the mattress.

"Let me go!" You hissed through pursed lips and shook a strand of hair away from your eyes.

Jim shook his head and sighed, "Let's take a nap."

He folded his arms around your upper body, his chest pressed against your back as he hugged you so suffocatingly tight, disallowing any possible movement from you.

His legs kept yours closed, weighing them down.

"Let me go, James," you huffed and moved the only limb, not secured by Jim. You only managed to lift your hand a little, before Jim grabbed that too and locked your hands.

"Just relax, babe. We're on vacation, remember?"

If you could move any part of your body, you would've hit Jim so hard, but you were completely locked in, with no chance of escaping.

"I'm sorry, that I'm not super calm when fully restrained," you replied sarcastically.

Jim only hummed a reply. You were not about to lay there, waiting for him to wake up.

"Let me go!" You hissed and wriggled your body as much as you could, desperate to get out of his grip, although you were admittedly beginning to get a little tired.

You didn't stop wriggling around until Jim let out a guttural moan. All you had been doing was just grinding your ass against the crotch. You hadn't done this on purpose, but you'd made his cock hard as a rock. You could feel his stiff member poking your ass through his jeans.

"Congratulations. You get your way like you always fucking do," Jim whispered.

Honestly, you'd completely forgotten about the pool. All you could think about, was Jim moaning into your ear, as you began forcing your hips backwards, rubbing your ass against his hard cock.

Shifting his hold on you, Jim had both your wrists in his hand, still holding you tightly and secured. The other had snuck beneath your tank, his massive hand fumbling your breast. You moaned at the sensation and closed your eyes, throwing your head back against Jim's shoulder, mouth open.

Jim removed his hand from under your shirt and trailed it slowly, painfully slowly down to the waistband of your shorts. By now, not only were the panties you were wearing utterly soaked, but a big wet spot was starting to take form in the crotch area of your denim shorts.

You tried to break your hands out of Jim's grip. You desperately wished to tangle your fingers in his hair or tug at his arms, but you couldn't move your hands.

A whine left your lips as Jim unbuttoned your shorts with one hand and slipped his long fingers into your underwear.

His index finger ran a few times up and down your slit before pressing his index- and middle finger against your clit, rubbing it slowly. You rocked your hips back, moaning and whining. Your nails dug into the hand, Jim had them wrapped in.

Swiftly retrieving his fingers, you griped but shut yourself up when you felt Jim pulling down your shorts along with your panties.

His fingers returned to your soaking cunt. He used the leg, which he had used to keep yours closed with, to spread your legs apart. This gave him full access to your dripping crotch.

His long index- and ring finger slid into the soaking entrance of your cunt, digging deep inside of you. A piercing screech left your lips at the sensation. Your back arched as Jim used his thumb to rub your clit, still drilling his lengthy fingers into your cunt.

It was just about too much. Thankfully, Jim decided to let go of your hands. One hand immediately went to his hair, while the other grasped his veiny forearm.

Your mind was all over the place and your eyes were rolled far back, everything suddenly disappearing when Jim removed his hand from your cunt. He uncurled himself from your side and suddenly, there was no touch to be felt.

You were just about to complain until you realised that he was merely taking off his jeans.

"Take your shirt off," he ordered. You followed his order immediately, suddenly sitting completely naked.

Jim removed his T-shirt along with his underwear, cock springing out, hard, dripping with precum. You bit your lip at the sight and rolled onto your back, but Jim pushed you to lay on your side again.

He laid down, his chest once again pressed against your back, only now, his cock was bare and throbbing against your heat. Jim kissed your neck roughly, surely leaving marks. You attempted to turn your body to kiss Jim's lips, but his massive hand went around your throat, gently forcing your head down on the pillow.

His long fingers once again went down to your cunt, wasting no time to force them into your cunt again, causing a mighty howl from you. He only pumped his fingers a few times before removing them.

"Always gotta test the waters," he whispered, hand still wrapped around your throat. Jim lined his cock up at your entrance, mumbling a quiet, "Ready?" but wasted no time, waiting for an answer before driving his cock deeply into your cunt.

You screamed and threw your head back, the new position blowing your mind away. Jim's pace was fast and steady. Deep and thorough.

His hips pushed up, every thrust filled with an unbearable force. His arms crossed over your chest, each hand grasping your tits hard. Your nails dug into his forearms, so deeply that you could've sworn, that you'd heard a wince leaving his lips.

A series of cusswords along with Jim's name repeatedly left your mouth, Only a few thrusts later, you were sent through the roof with indescribable feelings of fireworks in your stomach.

The noises, which left your mouth were difficult to describe, and they didn't stop, just because you'd reached your climax. Jim was chasing his high, but his thrusts continued at the same, insane speed, which persisted until he also came, hands tightly grasping your breasts.

He hummed your name over and over again until his body finally released itself of its tension and unstiffened. Jim's grip softened, and as soon, as he'd unhanded you, you turned around and hugged him, his arms immediately closing around you.

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jimsbeetroot · 1 year

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heated ♱ joey jordison

♱ i just don’t know if i can wait any longer ♱

smut

Joey pulled his mask off as soon as he entered the backstage locker room where he and his bandmates were taking a five-minute break before returning to the stage.

Y/N had been chatting with Scarlett by the side of the stage while they watched Joey and the band rock their guts out to fifty-thousand people.

It was Y/N’s third time going on tour with Joey. She’d pretty much been by his side since the start of Slipknot. Touring with Slipknot was great, but it sure as hell was not easy. Impractical was the best word to describe it.

First of all, Y/N and Joey had to share a bunk bed, which at first didn't seem like much of a problem considering they’d been a couple for over four years. But every now and again, one of them would accidentally elbow one another in the face, or worse.

There wasn't much of an opportunity for the two to spend some quality time together either. Usually, a quickie in the bunk would have to do.

Other than that, the tour had been going great. Y/N had been having fun with Scarlett, Corey’s wife while the boys were performing, and honestly, she was just enjoying the fact, that she got to spend everyday with Joey.

Joey sat down on a chair in the corner of the room, his legs wide spread open as he panted away from the exertion. Y/N made her way towards Joey and watched how his face lit up at the sight of her.

"Were we any good?" Joey asked, reaching down beside his chair to grab a bottle of water.

"Fuckin' killer," Y/N responded, and Joey winked at her response.

Y/N couldn’t deny it; Joey looked fucking hot.

His black hair stuck to his forehead, and his cheeks were flushed a faint red colour.

Y/N looked around the room. Everyone was too busy either talking or playing around to even pay attention to the two of them.

Smirking, she walked closer to Joey and sat down on his lap, her face facing his.

"Tonight, after you're done, I want you to fuck me," she whispered to Joey, who nearly choked on his water.

"What?" He asked, wiping his mouth and looking at Y/N.

She leaned closer to his ear, and her hand went down to his black jeans, straddling him just below the waistband.

"I said; I want you to fuck me after the show. So hard,"

Joey let out a shaky breath while one hand went to rub Y/N’s back and the other went to remove her straddling hand from his pants.

"All right! Time to get back on stage, guys!"

Joey's head shot up in the direction of the bands' manager.

"Congratulations. Now I have to go on stage with a boner," Joey said, genuinely sounding irritated as he pulled his mask on again and lifted Y/N off his lap.

She tried to put a hand on his shoulder, but he quickly swatted it away.

“No touching right now, Y/N,” Joey pointed at her and took a deep breath. “You’re fucking in for it,” Joey said through gritted teeth. She could see his eyes practically boring into her soul as he exited the room to go back on stage.

"He seemed a bit upset," Scarlett said, and Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I can't imagine why," she said, a naughty smile plastered upon her lips.

Throughout the whole show, Joey watched Y/N carefully, once in a while shaking his head in annoyance. She’d, in return, wave flirtatiously at him, blow kisses, and run her hands up and down her legs, carefully lifting her skirt up, making sure that only he would see her actions.

The band had waved their goodbyes to the hyper crowd, and before Y/N knew it, the boys were already backstage again. They all looked exhausted and drained from the concert, but not Joey. As soon as he'd entered backstage, he'd dragged Y/N by the wrist to his dressing room, the only place where there was a lock on the door.

"Forty-five minutes. For forty-fucking-five minutes, I had to perform with a boner. Do you even know how fucking frustrating that is?" Joey asked Y/N as he locked the door to his locker room and rested his forehead head against it.

"I can imagine," Y/N grinned, but Joey turned around swiftly, and Y/N noticed something about his eyes. They were...well, a bit scary.

He hadn't even had time to take off his mask before he'd rushed towards Y/N, pushed her against the wall and ripped her blouse open. She shrieked and watched as the buttons flew everywhere.

"That was my favourite shirt, Joey!" Y/N pouted.

"I'll buy you a new one," Joey shrugged and breathed against her neck. Y/N’s body jolted against his touch as his fingers made their way down her body, shivers running down her spine.

"I'm going to do exactly what you wished for," Joey whispered. Y/N gulped at his voice, her knees weak from excitement. Her hands went to the back of Joey’s head and pulled off his mask, throwing it across the room.

Her lips pouted for a kiss, and Joey happily obliged, pressing his lips against hers.

“How bad do you want it?” Joey asked against Y/N’s lips. She moaned in response, “really bad.”

The pair stumbled over to a table and Joey lifted Y/N onto it. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

His hands went to pull her shirt over her head, and he threw it away, his lips immediately attaching themselves to hers as soon as possible.

Y/N was quick to undo Joey’s belt. She didn’t care about foreplay, or the sweet romantic things they used to do. She wanted him, and it really couldn’t wait.

“Fuck me,” Y/N moaned into Joey’s ear. “Baby, I-I don’t have a condom,” he said and sighed, but nothing could retract Y/N from the state of lust she was in, not even that.

“I don’t care. You’ll figure it out,” she said and Joey chuckled nervously.

He pulled Y/N’s underwear to the side and ran his finger up and down her slit, checking to see if she was wet enough.

He slowly, but deeply pushed his way into her wet cunt and began thrusting quickly. Both parts knew, that they were short on time and they wasted no time.

Joey's face rested in the crook of Y/N’s neck and he moaned against her skin, while Y/N let her eyes roll into the back of her head, too overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Three minutes left!”

A roadie yelled from the outside and Y/N panicked, worried that there was not enough time for the both of them to finish.

“Joey, I-“

“Shhh, don’t worry about that, baby. Look at me,” Joey moaned and retracted his face from Y/N neck, looking deeply into her eyes.

An overwhelming sensation hit Y/N’s gut and she could barely focus on anything, except the pace of Joey’s thrusts, and how the paces kept switching.

“Joey, I-I think I’m gonna-“

Barely able to word out a sentence, Y/N was cut off by an orgasm so powerful, it went beyond the description of words.

When Y/N had come down from her high, Joey was quick to pull out and finish.

“Don’t ever give me a hard on right before a show again,” he warned and pointed his finger at Y/N, who put her hands up in defence.

“I’ll try!” She yelled as Joey excited the room to go and play the rest of the show.

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jimsbeetroot · 2 years

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birthday ♱ jim root

summary; jim forgets your birthday!

At first, you’d believed he was pranking you. You’d thought that he was going to surprise you with a party, but he never did. He never even wished you a happy birthday.

Had he really forgotten your birthday?

You’d been together for almost 4 years, and now, he was forgetting your birthday?

You tossed and turned in the bunk, which you shared with Jim. It felt empty without him. He was out, probably having a drink with his band members after the concert, and you were all alone.

You looked at your watch. 00:00.

Your birthday had officially passed, and Jim wasn’t even with you.

You were boiling with sadness and anger, maybe even a little disappointment.

The door of the bus opened. It was Jim. He was alone.

“Hey babe,” Jim smiled. You looked up at him, your eyes narrowed in anger.

“I thought you were coming to watch us play?” Jim said and leaned down to meet your lips, but you turned around to face the wall just before he could kiss you.

“What’s wrong?” Jim asked sounding concerned. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

He really didn’t know, did he?

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You felt him sit down on the bed and put a hand on your hip, but you flicked his hand away.

“What the fuck did I do wrong?” Jim asked, desperate for an answer as to why you were so angry with him.

“Just-Fuck you, James,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

A tear rolled down your cheek and hit your pillow, but you quickly wiped it away with your hand.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Jim said angrily and stood up, confused by your insult.

“It was my fucking birthday!”

You sat up and looked at Jim.

“It was my birthday, James. Yesterday was my birthday, and you forgot,” you spat angrily and shook your head in annoyance.

“Oh, fuck,” Jim palmed his forehead and closed his eyes.

“Oh, fuck is right,” you said and wiped your eyes.